We've been staying busy around here.
Bry took a few days off of work to go scuba diving off Catalina Island with all the Phipps' boys. They were on a lobster boat; Before they left they all talked a big game, but guess how many lobster they came home with?
Uno. 
I'm sure they will blame it all on the Tsunami (which surely aged me at least 5 years.) It's a good thing that all that really matters is they had fun. While they were gone we had a fabulous girls day out with pedicures, eating, shopping, and celebrating Tami and Wes's 10 year anniversary. The other three days were filled with special mommy and boys time, and me triple checking that my doors were locked tight.
I read the Hunger Game series. I highly recommend it. Very fun read!
Finished decorating our toy room. Pictures to come...
Our goat, Frannie, has mysteriously
disappeared. I don't know if she ran away or a mountain lion ate her. It's devastating either way.
And I got to take a quilting applique class with my MIL and 6 other quilting ladies. It was pretty exciting to learn the tricks of the trade, and add another skill to my lacking list. The teacher talked about starting her applique journey in '97 and all I could think was, what was I doing in 7
th grade?... Definitely wasn't this.
My baby isn't much of a baby anymore. Parker has changed so much this last little bit. He climbs and jumps on everything. His favorite places to be are dancing on the kitchen table or stomping on
Caden's train table.
Little Linus follows me around like this while I clean the house.
In other news we are
still potty training. I'm convinced this is the worst part of parenting. The ladies in my ward say I'm wrong, that's the teen years. We'll see...
It's not that he doesn't understand. He understands alright. The other day he got put on a timeout. It just so happens that his timeout spot has been in the bathroom on a stool. So to spite me he pees all over the floor and then rolls in it. Dis.gust.ing. Bryan thought that maybe I was just upset and overreacting. When Caden did it again the next day, he didn't think he was as cleaver as he cleaned it all up.
He has a rocket shape on his night time pull-ups that disappears if he pees. Some nights he does better than others, but one morning I asked him where his rocket went? He responds, "I did not go potty. The rocket flew up in the sky and disappeared."
As I finishing up, Caden has asked me to clean his ears four times, and is now telling me that, "animals are stomping in my ears." Sounds like we are going to have a trip to the doctors office...
In other news: Gramma Glenda came to visit. The boys were in heaven; I was in heaven. It was great to have my mom see where we are at, even if it was raining nearly the entire time. Luckily that was still a step up from the cold snow. :)
Mom got the boys a Tickle Me Elmo. Caden was under the impression that he had to really be tickling Elmo for him to laugh.
A few months ago Caden's mean mom threw away his yellow blankey. I was tired of the tantrums that came when he wanted it, and figured it was time to grow up. The other night he came wondering out to the family room with this. Bry looks at me, "why does he have a fitted sheet?" He found it in the closet and decided it would be his new blue blankey. It doubles as a head dress and cocoon.
