Where do I begin...?

As you can see it has been a little while between posts on this here blog...there IS a good reason, I promise! Between finishing with ski lessons for the boys, my parents getting divorced, Ryne burning his little hand on the fireplace, end of the year school programs, digging the trampoline out of the ground to fix it and re-bury it, a vacation half way around the world in Bali, coach pitch and tee-ball games and practices, vacations to Zion National Park and St. George, starting my first garden, and finishing our basement.....blogging seemed to find a comfortable spot on the back burner.

Here's some pictures to attempt to catch up a bit.

Playing in the water in St. George water park place (I have no clue what the place is really called)

You tell me he doesn't look like a future Major Leaguer!!
Daxon and Shane had turned on the fire place one morning without Brad or I knowing...Ryne crawled over and put his hand right on the glass! There's nothing worse than your child screaming in pain. We had to keep his hand bandaged up like this for about 2 weeks. Luckily it healed perfectly, no scars at all.

Ryne escaped from his baby carrier thing for a few seconds to play in the sand at Emerald Pool.
Daxon at the upper Emerald Pool in Zion.
Hiking the Watchman Trail, this picture is a novelty because its about the only time Brad wasn't carrying Shane!

That is not a piece of poo in Shane's hand, OK? It's an energy bar, which he asked for about every 30 seconds along our hikes.
On the Emerald Pool Trail...

Overlooking Mount Batur Volcano in Bali with our best friends Todd and Ashley Harris.
On the cliffs edge at one of the Hindu Temples.

Speak English!

The other day Brad took Shane and Daxon to the grocery store to grab some light bulbs. (we figured it was time to get more since only 1 of the 7 light bulbs in our kitchen was working....) On their way to the check out line they walked down the treats isle, Shane spotted a box of "fruit by the foot" and in his excitement this is the conversation that took place:
Shane: Dada, dada! buba blah blah blee bo!!
Brad: What?
Shane: Eeeeeee aaahhh shoob blob beep
Brad: Dude, stop talking like a baby I can't understand a word you're saying.
Shane: AAAAAAHHHHHH!!
Brad: Shane...speeeaaak English.
Shane: Okay Amigo!

Gotta Love Ski Season!

Christmas 2009

Christmas Eve dinner at Sundance was great. This is my brother, Caleb who is a manager up there. What a great place to work, right?!

Shane at Grammy and Grandpa Watts house on Christmas afternoon.

Shane and Daxon exploring the lights at Temple Square.

Family Picture in the tabernacle.

Our "Watts " christmas tree before santa came. I spy the "Watts", can you?

Can you believe that Ryne is already 4 months??

Daxon's 6! What?!

Happy Birthday, Dax! We love you lots, and lots, and lots!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Are Ryne's cheeks to die for or what? And why is it that dad's can only get a smile like this one? What, am I not cute or funny enough? At least I am feeding him well enough.

As for the trick or treating... Dax and Shane were in heaven. They filled their bags with candy but were pretty disappointed when they came home and were only allowed to keep 10 of their favorites. Those 10 candies each are already GONZO! Brad and I came downstairs this morning to wrappers everywhere. They woke up early this morning, tiptoed to the kitchen, found their candy, and helped themselves to some breakfast. Yeah, I love Halloween! When we tried to feed them some real breakfast, Shane refused to eat his cereal because, " I forgot to do my exercise this morning, and Daxon has his breaf (breath) all over my cereal, so I can't eat it." Whatever.

Ok, so I'm not very creative when it comes to costumes for myself. I refuse to put much thought into it and so all I can come up with is a witch. Boring.

How cute does Ryne look by the way? I can't believe how fast he is changing, it makes me sad.

It snowed here a few days ago. So, of course the boys had to get the whole snow get-up on. They had a blast for about 30 minutes until Shane came inside crying because "someone" threw a snowball in his face. Hmmm... I wonder who it could have been? Not that sweet boy in the green jacket, there's no way he would do something like that.