These first pictures are mostly for Aunt Tami. Caden has a very special bond with his Aunt Tami, maybe because she's the one who's providing him with cousins, or maybe because she's his toy supplier. Either way every time she'd leave this summer he'd start bawling, hysterically bawling. He doesn't even bawl when I leave...So I don't know if, because of Tami's absence, he has replaced her with her toys or what, but he loves them lately. And it cracks me up. He has me set up the zoo gate and then fills it full of the ALL the animals. When he plays with the zoo train he insists that the lion and the alligator can share a box car. Clearly, animal relationships are beyond him.
And these are just some more pictures of my baby turning into a little boy. It's crazy to me how they just fall into their gender roles. He's started making car noises, throwing things HARD, and climbing everything. Though, the other day he did find one of my old pink purses and put it around his arm...don't tell his dad. 


And these are just some more pictures of my baby turning into a little boy. It's crazy to me how they just fall into their gender roles. He's started making car noises, throwing things HARD, and climbing everything. Though, the other day he did find one of my old pink purses and put it around his arm...don't tell his dad. 


We went up to
Thank you Les, for this picture--it is one of my all time favorites EVER! :)


I am really going to miss this place...







This is a typical view for me: 




Such a
We ended the morning with puddle splashing. 






When we all got back at the end of summer we met up with the Colvin's in SLC to play some lawn darts and visit the wonderful Hallmark family. Caden and Ella were thrilled to see eachother. 
This little boy just keeps me going all day long. I'm amazed at everything he is able to get into during the day: every pot and pan is on the floor, my bronzer is on his fingers, his stuffed animals are in Bryan's backpack, my jewlery is in my sock drawer, his snack trap is behind the chair, my keys are hidden is his toy bin....and on and on. I NEVER leave this boy in a room alone and still he manages to accomplish this while I unload the dishwasher, or finally get around to doing my make-up at 2 p.m. And now he's started talking non-stop. And he wants each word acknowledged. I have no idea where baby #2 is going to fit into my day, but I'm excited to see. In the mean time we'll just keep shimmy shaking through our days.
