Whaa you say?

Hey friends, we've hemmed and hawed over it and decided to switch to a blog using pseudonyms.
So, of course, we need a new URL. :)

We still want you to keep up on the happenings of our little cuties but to post the new URL here would defeat it's purpose.

Just Email me and we'll happily share the new URL. 

She knows exactly what she's doing...

On Sunday we had Stake Conference (ie multiple congregations make up a "Stake"; referencing symbolism introduced in Isaiah--the gospel as a tent of protection and the stakes hold it in place.)  Anyway, hundreds of people quietly listening and, in the middle of it, Olivia had a huge tantrum.  Kicking, clawing, arching her back, her face was beet red and the veins in her neck were protruding as Dustinn was carrying her out.  Just as they reached the door she leans over his shoulder and with the sweetest little voice calls out "bu-bye, bu-bye" while giving her beauty queen wave.*
The girl knows exactly what she's doing.

*it took a lot of self-discipline (and my hand cupped tightly over my mouth) to stifle the laughter.

You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friend's nose.

Bradshaw crawled into our bed early this morning.  He gently lifted the strands of hair draped over my ear and put his little mouth right against my ear to whisper, "Mama... Mama... did you know walruses use deir long whiskers to search the sand for shells?  And the shells are clams.  And walruses eat the clams."  He scrunched up his shoulder and held his hand over his mouth as he giggled; gently bouncing the mattress.

Our plans for the day included going with a group of friends to the Butterfly Greenhouse--which happens to be right by the zoo.  I told Bradshaw and Olivia that if we got ready reeeeally quickly we could see the elephants before meeting up with our friends.

As we walked through the different zoo exhibits, Bradshaw wanted to know what was written on each and every placard (chalk it up to yet another way he is like Uncle Buddy--my brother's mind is like a steel trap...but he can take a loong time in museums because he wants to experience every single detail. Love ya Nels.) 

We even ended up going back to the zoo after the butterflies; the kids could not get enough!  The animals were phenomenal today.  We saw Rhinos charging each other and running in circles.  The female lion was roaring at the male lion.  Then the Tiger chimed in defending the poor guy.  In the ape house, B&O had their faces pressed up against the glass when the gorilla turned and pressed his face against the glass.  Olivia burst into tears.  Then the gorillas proceeded to groom each other (and pick each other's noses, which Bradshaw pointed out, "is not polite.")

"Self, great day."