I've been listening to this all morning.  Oh my heart strings.

Life.

I want to live an extra ordinary life.

I want my boys to be Gentlemen.

I want my girls have a quiet confidence, refined, sensitive, steady and full of love.

I want integrity to be ingrained in our Character. I want it to be inseparable to who my children are.

I want to be Happy.

I want my Children to know God.

I want life to be calm, exciting and fun.

I want my children to never be afraid.

I want my children to make their life exactly what they want it to be.

I want to omit criticizm from our lives completely.

I want them to see the good in everything and everyone and if they can't see it, I want them to believe it's there.

I want my children to like themselves.

I want them to love nature and the sunset.

I want my children to know hard work and to love it.

I want them to always laugh like they do right now.

I want my children to be full of energy, excitement and peace.

{By the way can't you just see on Cache's face how much he LOVES his brother? He really does.}

I want our Life to be Bright.

Like he sees life.

Beautiful and Bright.

:)

Don't let Me forget...

Cache: "Mom, we are using team work.  (baking cupcakes) I'm really good at team work.
I used teamwork to help Naomi eat all her candy."


During the Hail storm today:
Naomi : (Crying of course)Tash shut it off! It scarry. Tashy peez shut it off.)
Cache: *Gasp* Are we in Bizzouri?  (Missouri)


Sometime in the weee early morning...
Gage (who sleeps in a bassinet next to my bed) starts crying.
I lay there slow to respond, seeing how serious he is about waking up, when a little loud voice RIGHT in my ear:  "It's otay Gage, I'm white here, I'm wite Here."  Yup Naomi was in our bed. Tucked right inbetween us, and I had no idea.  "Nay Nay's tuming Gage, Nay Nay's tuming." But she didn't move.

H.A.P.P.Y

V A L E N T I N E'S
D A Y!

We got heart attacked! 
We love living by cousins.  We caught Julie and Dylan and families heart attacking us last night. 
Which was perfect because they were whining about seeing their cousins.

So far we've celebrated Valentines day by:

• Eating giant cupcakes from one of Devin's patient's.
• Doing Laundry
• Rocking babies. (I guess he and She needs some extra love on Valentine's day too.)
• Devin getting his first ticket EVER.(28 years old and first ticket, how can I be bad about that? We both laughed. Oh well.)
• Making popcorn in my gift from my valentine. :)

I think we'll finish the day by:

• Doing more laundry
• Hitting the gym(Valentine's gift to myself)
• Two candlelite dinners.  The first for my mini valentines:  Happy Meals(thank's G&G Orton) and chocalate covered strawberries by candlelite.  The second dinner will take place at 10:05pm when Devin gets home from teaching his night class: Chicken cordon bleu, twice baked potatoes, asparagus, rolls and a new pair of argyle socks for my most handsome valentine. It's late but at least it will be quiet right? 

That's my Valentine's day plan.

I don't know why I blogged about it.

XOXOXO
Hope you all get lots of kisses today.

Baby Boy.
I am a bit taken by him.

I think he feels the same way about me.
No one in the world stares at me like Gage does.

He thinks I'm the coolest.
Devin works a lot these days, so I just talk to Gage and he really likes that.

Pretty soon, he'll be spittin at me like my lovely other child did at bedtime.

But for now he is in love with me.

As long as he can see me or touch me he is all smiles.

I bathe him like a lot. I choose to clean him instead of my house, so he always smells so good.

He usually has his signature curled tuft on top of his head. That's how the ladies at the gym remember him.
I stuck it down for these pictures and now I wish I didn't.
It's been a great 4 months loving this Mister.

THIS picture is so Gage all day.

He always gives this look:

4 month statistics:

Weight: 17lbs 3 oz (95%)

Height 26inches(90%)

Head circumference: 43 cm (75%)

A random note to myself. 

Some goals I jotted down at church today during relief society.

Love at home. Lots of good stuff, but my new goals because of this lesson are:

Greet everyone in my home like a guest. (most importantly my husband.) 

When he gets home, go and greet him. Don't just wave from across the house.

I use to do this, but have gotten lax.

I greet guests with politeness and a welcoming gesture. I don't sit across the house and say "hey."

So it's ridiculous that I forget to give my family the same courtesy when they are 

so much more precious than friends or a stranger.

I'm writing it on here so someday in the future when I forget again, I can read this and start again.

I use to have the rule that we had to greet with a 7 second kiss, even if we were ticked, that did wonders for our attitude toward one another each day.

Maybe I'll add that in too. 

:)

Oh Naomi, how can we ever document you on paper?

Right now as I type you walked by with two playing cards 
somehow stuck to your feet and you're just marchin around.
You seem Very pleased with this.

"Yook Mom I Halloween!"

You are NEVER dressed. 5 minutes after I dress you, you are undressed.
Every morning you come out of your room ( If you're not already in our bed.) Stark naked.
Except sometimes you are wearing shoes.

Yesterday I caught you changing the baby's diaper.  He didn't seem to mind.
You used 8 wipes, and were holding him up by one leg.
When I comb your hair you screech, not because of knots but because you alway have food stuck your hair.

Let me just write down the things you've eaten in the past few weeks:

• Your rainboot. ( big hole in the toe now)
• my yoga mat. (big old hole right in the middle.)
• The rocking chair. (Caught you knawing away at it like a candy bar) I actually had to take wood out of your  mouth.
• My book. Took a big chunk out of it. Perfect giant teeth marks.

You talk to Cache like he is your baby.
Pat him on the head and squat down to talk to him, even though he is taller than you.
Recently you always tell him: Good job Tash. or "dats jus great!"
He hates this. :) "I'm not your baby Nay!"

You are potty training yourself.
Just like you weened yourself off the binky
and hopefully just like you will teach yourself to read. :)

You are confident, sharp and aware.
If Cache can't find something after 4 times of sending him to look again,
I'll let you go and you'll bring it to me in point four seconds.

You cry when I cry.

You cry all day actually.
You cry when you pray. Don't know why.
You cry just to cry.
You think the trains and doggies and every character in your books are crying.
They are not.
You LOOOVE babies and always have a baby doll over your shoulder.
wrapped in a blanket. And you always say "aaaah sweet baby."

You pray: "doggies and kitties come to our house pease."

You are a monster.
You are an angel.
You are crazy.
You are very sweet.
You remind me of "Animal" off of the muppets.
Other times you have Shirley temple, charm.
You fight with your dolls and animals. "Scoooch Dora, get out my way!"

You sing along to Diego movies. Even the spanish.
Your favorite bedtime song is "Monkey's jumpin on da bed." Except you usually want us to replace monkies with "Grandma"  or "Baby Jag wowers."  Or "Sam and Joe."
When I fix your hair you request "puppy ears" instead of piggy tails.
You ruin, everything that you come in contact with.
Everything.
There is never a meal that you don't spill your drink. Never. really. Or if it's soup, you have to spill it. If you don't, then you dump it....
Often you speak to me with your noes pressed up against mine, eyes wide, very serious.
You don't just tear pages in books like other kids, You rip books in half. Even cardboard books.
You peel your own organges. "OH Jin." Which is by far, your favorite food.
You never act guilty. You do everything you do very matter of factly.
You argue that the moon is pink.
You think everyting that is pink belongs to you.
When I ask what kind of pizza you want you say: "Pink pizza ah Nay."

Wild, beautiful, and full of life you are.
My Naomi.


Before I lose the paper with stats:  2 years 5 months.   Weight: 31 lbs (75%)  Height 34 3/4 lbs (60%)  Head Circumberence 49 cm (40%)

So according to the theory ( I guess proven theory)   that every child's full grown self with be exactly double the height of your two year old self, you will grow to be just under 5 foot 7 inches....  But I think you'll be a tiny bit shorter since you've grown a lot since you actually 2nd birthday and this is based on 2 years and 5 months.