Blake thinks that immediate kisses on his fresh “owies” are the magic cure-all. He kisses my owies too.
We read a very short amount of scriptures as a family after dinner
every night most nights. We never think that Blake is paying much attention, but we have been surprised at the details that he has been able to recall.
Blake has the most keen memory. He recalls and ties memories to events and places that were up to a year ago.
Nash can finally roll the other direction, from front to back. This eliminates so many screaming struggles from getting stuck on his tummy. I’m pretty much elated that he can now roll across an entire room.
Our sprinkler heads are constantly breaking or creating geysers. We’ve had our sprinkler valves replaced twice this summer, amidst a sea of other water pressure issues.
Troy likes to watch chick flicks with me, but during the especially mushy parts, he immediately starts checking stats and scores on espn.com.
I use writing on our blog and editing pictures as my “reward” for accomplishing other tasks. For example, at the beginning of the day, I tell myself “I can blog only after I sweep, clean the bathrooms, pay the bills, get the boys down for naps, etc.” I have to have a little bit of self control for my favorite hobby or nothing else would get done.
We don’t like macs. We know that a lot of people are hooked and think that they’re easier to use. Even amongst our immediate family. We’re still firm in our anti-mac opinions.
I’m still losing hair in the masses. Postnatal hair loss is much worse for me this time around. The awkward regrowth is beginning to occur along my hair line, just in time for our sister’s wedding.
We have the best sitter in the world, allowing us to go on more date nights. She is hard to book though, because she is another family’s favorite sitter too.
Troy is really good at setting up excel spreadsheets for any possible scenario. He sometimes calls me from work and has me plug in numbers or stock prices in his spreadsheets and give him the generated data.
I have this disease where I have to eat something from the chocolate category after every meal.
The last thing Troy and I do before we go to bed is say prayers. We used to kneel at our bedside, but after two pregnancies, we got into the habit of just holding hands laying down. Troy asked me to pray the first night of our marriage (the 3rd), so ever since then I have prayed on odd dates and he prays on the evens. That means I do more praying per year taking into account the 31sts of months. Not that I’m keeping track.