Happy Birthday to my Taylor.

I was reading my journal tonight from the first semester of freshman year when Taylor and I were hanging out every day, but absolutely not dating. It was hilarious because like every day I wrote...."Taylor is so cute and nice. Dumb boys."  or "Taylor is so cute and he's always so nice to me. Stupid boys." Seriously a slight variation of that sentence somewhere in practically every entry.

So then I was reading these all to Taylor and laughing my head off and asked him if he kept a journal freshman year to which he replied no. So I lamented that now we'll never know his side of the story. 

And he said, sure we do I would have just written, "Why doesn't she like me? I'm cute and nice. But I'm just so dumb."

Haha. He is so funny and I just love Taylor. He is so cute and nice. 

Hyrum Sits

Hyrum is so delightful these days! He learned to sit and I started feeding him A LOT of solid food and he is the happiest little guy. He loves to sit and play, he makes the cutest baby noises. He has no interested in laying on his stomach now that he can sit so I have high hopes that he will wait to crawl like Hannah. He is just lovely. His naps are going great lately although he still wakes at night crazy boy. Maybe I was remembering all my other kids at this age and blocking out the first 6 months of life...He doesn't laugh a lot yet but we're working on him! And he is smiling more and screaming less and that makes for a happy mommy.

Lunch With My Babies!

Hyrum and Hayes

"I am not leaving the store without these shoes." --Kristi

Kristi: Everyone loves these shoes. Every time I wear them everyone says how much they love them.

Taylor: They probably just notice them because they are so colorful. No one looks at shoes.

Kristi: Yes they do. Women look at shoes, so you mean men don't look at shoes. I could tell you what everyone was wearing tonight. I'll forget by tomorrow except my favorite ones. I'll remember them forever.

Taylor: Wow. That's sounds like a horrible waste of brain space. I would actively try to forget that. 

Night Prayer

"Thank you that I can live in this beautiful world you created for us." --Hannah

Hail Storm

We had a crazy hail storm the other night. Taylor unfortunately had not come to bed until after midnight, Hyrum was up from about 1:30 to 2:15 ish. Right before 3 am we both woke up to pounding on the roof, so not much sleep.

The hail was pretty hard and about pea size at first and got bigger. I was worried about our garden, but it did great. Also worried about the crazy chicken who insists on sleeping in the tree, but she seemed fine as well though only one chicken laid yesterday so they must have all been somewhat traumatized.

Too bad we just put in an insurance claim on our roof for the crazy wind storm (see Shingle People) so now we'll probably have to pay another deductible for the back of the roof that wasn't damaged enough in the wind storm.

I wanted to wake up the kids to watch, but since James was already awake from the noise I just had him come out and watch with us. The hail was so loud. It covered the whole trampoline so it looked white and it was a pretty cool experience.

After we got back in bed Taylor and I had the following conversation:

Me: I hope James remembers this when he gets older.
Taylor: I should have put some pants on.
Me: How come?
Taylor: So he would have a better memory.

Hail at the boys' school parking lot about 4 hours after the storm.