Left, left, left, right, left....

The awful sound of fifth graders attempting to play "Oh When the Saints" on their rented instruments continues to torture my ears, yet the experience of watching eight toddlers enthralled with the Mother Lode Round Up Parade is all worth it.

This will be three years running that Jason, Carter, and I have met the crew to relive our marching days. Of course, the first year, Carter was only a few months old and the only other kids were babies or in utero (besides the adorably cowboyed-up Kade Bankston). Last year was fun as the kids were old enough to watch and enjoy it. But this year, it was two hours of babysitting! Awesome! They sat and watched, enthralled with the horses, bands, and worst of all, the Raider's lady who looks a bit like a sleazy Cruella DeVille. After the parade, we hung out at Bobbi's house, had our typical get-together, then departed for a good night's sleep. My favorite moment was watching Carter march across Bobbi's living room with Kuper's trumpet, yelling "Marching Band". That day is now one of his favorite topics of conversations, besides, of course, me breaking his gun. Sigh...

At the parade:




Even better, the grandparents were there to watch the babies!

Sick on Sunday

Blah. I seem to have caught the head cold that both boys shared this last week. While my wonderful husband took #1 to our Sunday ritual of Starbucks and church, I am here blowing my nose, sipping on lemon and honey water and trying to sleep, without success.

Why not hop on the computer, then? Had to share a cute statement made by Carter this morning:

While Jason was getting him ready for church, he pulled out the blanket that we use to change diapers on the couch with. He set up the pillow for Carter (his new preference when getting his diaper changed), and as Carter climbed up, he looked at Daddy and said, "Diaper Bed". Too cute.

I have been overly redundant on explaining how in shock I am over Everett's size. Well, get used to it. He's a moose, and I swear he gets bigger every time I feed him. Case and point:

Carter at 4 months:


Everett at 6 weeks:


There is about a one pound difference between the two in these photos. Craziness. I thought I wouldn't have to buy any clothes for E, but I am already short on warm pj's, as all of Carter's 3-6 months pj's are summer ones. Same with long sleeved shirts. Everett has been sporting the 6-9 months shirts as there is nothing else for him to wear!