Kesler's 3rd birthday!

I cannot even believe that my baby boy is three!! I hate it! I kept telling him how much I wanted him to stay two. I told him that I was going to squish him in a bottle and put the lid on tight so he couldn't grow anymore. Now this was all fun and games, until his birthday actually came along and he refused to be three. Everyone kept asking him and he would say "I'm two." and if anyone tried to correct him...well, they may have seen a little of that Daniels temper.


All Kesler wanted for his birthday was a "farm cake." I asked him over and over what he wanted his presents to be, and his only response..."farm cake." I sent out some cute little cowboy invitations and his gifts included all sorts of farm/cowboy gear. Inlcuding a new cowboy hat picked out by his big bro, which he hasn't taken off in the past week.

First Time Fishin'

My poor kids have been wanting to go fishing for a long time...the problem...their parents don't fish, or camp, or pretty much anything that requires you to be dirty and cold for an extended period of time. Luckily, my boys have an Uncle Nate who loves the outdoors.

On Labor Day weekend Nate talked Bryson into getting a one day fishing pass and brought all of his gear to Malad. They started early and went to two different locations , and had so much fun. Bryson was the first to catch one at Deep Creek that was huge (about 25 inches long) and was incredibly proud.

Brevin caught one all by himself casting and everything and Kesler caught two with a little assistance. They had such a good time. Thanks Nate!

First Day of Kindergarten

So at the ripe old age of 5 I sent my Brevin to the wolves. I had been dreading this day since he was born. All summer everyone would say, "You're 5! Are you excited to go to kindergarten?" His reply..."No."

After we had gone into back to school (and his friends Alyssa & Adi showed him his classroom and kept saying how nice his teacher was) we got in the car and he said, "I'm a tiny bit excited and a tiny bit scared." So we talked it over and as I pretended to be excited for him to go to school he said, "What are you guys going to do when I'm not at home." I told him, "Miss you like crazy!" He got this big grin on his face like he just needed to hear that he would be missed.

The night before the big day Brevin (and I) were awfully anxious. He asked Bryson to give him a blessing and as soon as it was over he looked so relieved.

As soon as we got in the car I lost it, and headed to the grocery store to keep myself busy. Just as we finished Kesler asked, "Why didn't brudder come with us?" I lost it again. I still hate it, but we are getting used to it. The worst so far was when he came home two days in a row and told me the kids on his table were saying words that make his belly feel yucky. I really like his teachers and get to go in every Monday to help so that makes it a bit easier. Still no one be shocked if my children end up home schooled!

Meet Tango & Taffy

So I did something I never thought I would do...I let my children have pets. Grandma Mary Ann had some baby kittens, and the boys absolutely loved them. They begged to bring them home every single time we went to Malad. I kept telling them no, but once we starting having voles http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vole in our yard and heard that cats scare them away-I agreed.So once we got Tango and Taffy settled into the garage (no they will absolutely NEVER be in my house) they were pretty scared and always hiding. They had only been here a couple of days when we had a bit of an accident. Bryson started mowing the lawn and had only made two trips across the lawn when the bag fell off. Much to his surprise when he picked up the bag he saw two little fur balls covered in lawn clippings and blood. An hour and $140 later Taffy came home with some very stylish nose rings.Since this little mishap Tango and Taffy have become the most patient kittens in history. The boys hold them like babies and they give them "hugs" before we go anywhere. It is hilarious!