Easter

We had a wonderful Easter this year, particularly because it was the first time that we were able to spend it with family. I guess technically I got to spend it with some family last year, but since Brendon wasn't there it doesn't really count. :)
Kent had a wonderful time...especially since my mom spoiled him rotten. The fact that his aunts and uncle gave him TONS of candy didn't help with the spoiling either. His new favorite word is "treat." I have to admit that I had more than my fair share of Easter candy as well. Why do chocolate eggs have to taste so good?



Kent had a good time looking for Easter eggs, but I think his favorite part was dumping them out of his basket and running through them.



Although Kent looks terrified in this picture...



He absolutely LOVES slides. It was a good thing he had Aubrey and Brianne there to help him out.



It's funny because Kent loves dogs, but at the same time I think that he is a little scared of them. Most of the time he would just look at my parent's dog point and say, "Wow, what's that? Doggie! Soft!"



The boys found a real "Tarzan vine" that was strong enough to hold Brendon and my brother, Nathan. I wish that I had gotten a picture of the whole vine because it was LONG.



Anyway, it was a nice and relaxing weekend and I especially liked that we got to watch conference together. We always have a good time with family and I definitely think that we should go down there and visit more often.





By the way, if you haven't already heard we are going to have a baby girl this summer! We finally decided on Aislynn, so now we need to think of a middle name. Any suggestions?

It's been a while...

So I think that I am officially the WORST at updating my blog. Whenever something exciting or "blog worthy" happens in our lives I think, "I should take a picture and blog about that" and it just stops there and unfortunately I just do a lot of thinking and not a lot of doing. *Sigh*
I feel like I have been a horrible mom since I haven't taken the camera out of the closet in a while to document Kent's life. But at the same time, I don't think I can be too hard on myself if there is a slight void of photographs for a couple of months. With the weather being so crummy (along with my immune system) I guess I have a good excuse. Hopefully since the sun is finally shinning and with Easter coming up this weekend I will have some new photos of that darling little boy of mine to show off.
Oh...speaking of little darlings, I have my ultra sound this Thursday so hopefully we can finally stop calling the baby "it." We are thinking of Aislynn or Cosette if its a girl and Liam or Leif if it is a boy. Let me know what you think.


On a completely different note, I decided that I need to do some sort of illustrating every now and then. I whipped up these two little drawings (inspired by the month of March) and I'm not sure that I like them at all...I know for a fact that the lion drives Brendon (and me) crazy, but I got sick of working on it so here it is whether you like of or not...

The Mad Hatter

In an attempt to be a bit more domestic, I knitted Kent a hat. My grandma Wilde (who is a master when it comes to knitting) would be so ashamed of me because it was an absolute failure. My first mistake was to use a loom...I was just so overwhelmed with the 10,000 different kinds of needles at the store that I opted for what I thought would have been the easiest. It was pretty easy, but I didn't consider that I needed to get a thicker yarn so there are huge gaps between all the stitches. I also didn't measure Kent's head before I made it so it was much to short him. *Sigh* I am so embarrassed about it that I would never let him wear it in public, but he LOVES to wear it around the house.

At first I thought his fascination with it was because he knew that I made it for him which made it special, but at lunch the other day Brendon was wearing a hat and Kent got so exited about it and stole it from him. He thought he was the coolest kid around with his dad's hat on. I don't know why but he has had the biggest thing for them lately...I think it's quite cute!

The Little Stink Makes a Big Stink

Today Brendon came home early from school, which never happens because normally he will stay at the school and study all day if he happens to get done early. I was so relieved to have him home because Kent has been kind of a handful lately since he is throwing tantrums and resisting naps. The lack of sleep makes him more grumpy and even more prone to throw a fit. Brendon was so sweet and tried to put Kent down for a nap for me, but after 15 minuets of crying/talking to himself I figured that he wasn't quite ready to go down so I went up to check on him. As I was going up the stairs I smelled something really really rancid. I was kind of upset because we just broke down and bought a diaper genie. (I decided that I didn't want his room to stink and I'm much to lazy to throw every poopy diaper outside in the dumpster since it is such a hassle.) So just as I was starting to think that the diaper genie was the absolute worst purchase of my life I walked into his room to see this:



When Brendon changed Kent's diaper he forgot to put his pants back on. Of course, Kent took his diaper off after Brendon left the room, pooped, and then smeared it all over his crib. It was so disgusting...I had to take a picture. If that wasn't gross enough, imagine sucking on this bad boy...



Mmm, mmm!!

Anyway, now that I have throughly grossed everyone out I just wanted to say that I'm so proud of Brendon because he helped me clean it up with out complaining. Before we had kids he told me that he wouldn't help clean any poop messes because they make him sick. We had many arguments about the matter, and he was determined to leave all the poop and throw up for me. I'm so glad that when it came down to it he pitched in and helped. I guess he just needed a kid to toughen that gag reflex of his up.

Boo at the Zoo

Kent and I went to the "Boo at the Zoo" with some friends yesterday. His favorite thing by far was the toddler maze.







There was a nice little path that I thought was PERFECT for taking pictures, but of course, Kent was more interested in the crunchy leaves and the broken fence than smiling for mommy. I can't say that I blame him...I still like getting a good crunch out of the leaves.

I can't believe it...Kent is 1!

Ok, so this is a little late since he turned one more than two weeks ago. It still seems kind of surreal to me that we now have a toddler on our hands. He is walking everywhere and getting into everything. His vocabulary is growing also. He has calmed down a bit with saying "what's that?" Right now his favorite words are "uh-oh" and "vacuum."
I thought it would be so cute to let him eat his own piece of pie on his birthday. Seriously, what is cuter than a chubby baby face covered in food? I just didn't think about the mess I would be left with when I gave it to him.


Please take note of how he is sitting in this picture. We like to call it the "frog stance."



The Saturday after his birthday we had a little party for him since my parents came up to visit. I was feeling a little ambitious, so I made a turtle cake. It was my first time making fondant so it definitely was far from perfect, but it was fun and not as intimidating as I originally thought it would be.







Luckily for me he wasn't sure about the fondant so I had less of a mess to clean up afterwards.

My lame attempt at blogging...

If any of you know Brendon and me very well, then you know that we are HORRIBLE when it comes to phone calls, returning emails, blogging, and the list goes on. I guess we have a problem with communication in general. We are going to try to be better...or at least I am. Brendon has a pretty good excuse for the lack of communication because he has been studying like a mad man this semester. You see how he is crouched over reading in the picture?

Well, that is how he looks all the time. As for me, I don't have much of an excuse since I'm home all the time. It's not like I'm sitting on my bum eating bon bons all the time...Kent definitely keeps me busy. I feel like I'm cleaning up his messes, changing his diapers, and fishing objects out of his mouth all the time. No matter how clean I keep the house that kid somehow ends up finding something to stick in his mouth to plug up his little throat. Just today he choked on a milk cap, threw up everywhere, and then cried after I took it away. I don't understand his fascination with putting small objects in his mouth, but I hope it ends soon.