Out of the mouths of babes...

So, Adam is a big fan of the PC game, Hot Wheels 2. It's truly one of his favorite games. So when he lost it, we took a little vacation to drama city. He diligently searched the house for it for two weeks. When it didn't show up, he started praying that Heavenly Father would help him find it. After a week and a half of that, I decided it would be okay if I answered his prayers on this one. I ordered a new copy from Amazon.

The day it arrived, I handed him the package and told him he could open it. When he saw what was in the envelope, he let out a big, happy gasp of excitement. In a high pitched, breathy, breaking voice he said "Hot Wheels 2. Oh I missed this so much. Thank you so much Mommy. I've even been praying I would find it!" Surprised at the high emotion he was displaying, I asked him if he was crying. (We were in the car and I couldn't really see his expression). "Yes mommy," he said "tears of joy." I was so touched by his sweetness and sensitive display of emotion. These are the moments that you savor.

...then again...

Later that night, I was having a conversation with my friend Kirsten, and I was describing the families that would be joining our family for Easter dinner (knowing they already had dinner plans, we had invited Kirsten and her family for our traditional flashlight egg hunt). Adam was in the room as I was describing the dynamics of the other families. Speaking about Sally Nash (Adam's BF Cohen's mom), I said "Well, she's Chinese-American, very funny, bright, quite dedicated to her kids." Little sweet Adam piped up (remember how sweet he was a paragraph ago?) "Yeah, and she's HOT." Laughing, and somewhat embarrassed (and earnestly hoping he didn't truly understand what he had just said) I said "Do you know what that means?" "That she's really pretty." Okay, he knew.

Never fear, he now knows that phrase is too big for his little mouth.

And just for fun, I thought I'd share a portion of a blog posting that my friend Amanda's sister, Livvy posted. Tristan is Livvy's son.

Tristan: "Dear Heavenly Father..."
His plastic Dinosaur: "Rar rar rar rar rar..."
Tristan: "NO! You have to say the words!"

Tristan: "Dear Heavenly Father..."
His plastic Dinosaur: "Rar rar rar rar rar..."
Tristan: "NO! You have to say the words!"

His plastic Dinosaur: "I can't say the words! I am a Dinosaur!"

Until next time...

Hey-a look, itsa Mario...

Sorry it's been so long between postings ... life has been a whirlwind of appointments! Between OB appointments, endocrinologist appointments (to manage my type 2 Diabetes during pregnancy), parent training (special training for parents of kids with Attachment Disorder), visiting Frankie, and just living life, it's amazing I'm still sane!

Sanity of course, comes at the price of a clean house. I must count my blessings though. We have amazing friends who have been so supportive of us. As they say in Utah ... sure do preshiatecha.

At any rate, as of this posting I'm almost through my first trimester. We'll find out what we're having around week 19. (I'm heading into week 13 as I type). Adam's really excited about the baby.

Our last visit (a week ago today) with Frankie was really good. She's had some downs lately, and we found her heading back into an upswing. We pray it takes. We think the spring weather will help - it's hard to fight icky feelings when outside is as gloomy as your insides are. We finally got to tell her about the baby. She's excited, and a little apprehensive. I think it's natural for her to feel that way, but nobody could ever take her place in our hearts. She's every bit ours as much as any child could ever be.

Adam is as wonderful as ever. He's bright, an excellent little reader, and has recently started to love Shel Silverstein. He actually likes poetry quite a bit. He's a very gentle natured sweet boy, who will often just stop and give me a great big hug. My heart melts any time I hear "Mommy, I just love you." He's still a sensitive little soul, but he's learning to toughen up a little. I recently had to enforce a Nintendo break because he was just getting too emotionally involved with all things Mario. Personally, I think he likes Mario because he so strongly resembles my father ((and YES, that really is my dad).



Michael has moved to the corporate offices of his company. He loves being at headquarters. It's a different environment than working at the warehouse is. Even though his job entails the same types of responsibilities, there is a significantly improved chance of moving up because he's more visible now to the people that make those decisions.

I don't know if I'll get a chance to write again in March, so just in case, Happy St. Patty's, Happy Easter, and for those of you to whom it applies, Happy Birthday! I'm just being dorky, but it's bed time and I'm heading there shortly.

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