tail between my legs.

everything i said i knew about potty training????

yeah, i was wrong.

i hate this part

the dinosaur program.

jude has been telling us about his dinosaur program at school for months now. for the first few months we kind of rolled our eyes at jude because we thought he was just making it up, seeing how dinosaurs were his favorite thing of the moment and he had just figured out lying. we kept telling him he was crazy and he would just laugh. finally, i asked his teacher about this so called dinosaur program and sure enough they were in fact doing a dinosaur themed graduation program. i felt bad for teasing jude all those months! once it was confirmed, i knew that this graduation program would be nothing short of amazing and it did not disappoint.

it's bittersweet having mr. judakins be done with pre-school... i am so glad that i don't have to pay $200 a month anymore but i am so sad that he is growing up, RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES.

how dare he?

jude fact: jude is obsessive, so very obsessive. when he gets into something, he gets into it with all of his heart. he calls these spells "moods" and they change from day to day. one day jude is a pirate mood (which consists of a homemade eye patch, a baseball hat with a pirate on it, a belt, one cowboy boot and one snow boot) and another day he is in a "dinosaur mood" and the next a "mario mood". like i said, it changes daily and i have to be prepared as to how we will be dressing for the day and what we will have to bringing along with us.

singing his personal favorite "elasamosaurus"

miss jennifer and miss mckenzie.....

they are some real classy ladies

and

jude ♥'s them.

the attendee's.

although, jude is technically not done with school until next week we have the certificate to prove that he did indeed graduate pre-school.

my first born.

our first graduation.

our proud moment.

beautiful child.

happenings.

things around these parts have been a bit 'cray-cray' lately. i have been meaning to blog, even taking pictures to do so but life happened.... SO instead of making a bunch a lovely little posts, i am to make one gorge long one.

first off... my kids love themselves some new jammies and they love to match even more. thank you carter's for making this possible on every front. nannie stopped by to kiss my kiddies goodnight on her way home from granny billie's and since we were all monkeyed out, we had to take a picture.

them are some damn cute kids.

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the other day brooke and dustin needed me to watch their kids for a bit while they attended to some biznass. 5 kids under 5 sounded daunting but i was up to the task. after all, its minie and poppy, who an resist? we had a fabulous afternoon of dressing up (poppy started it), hide-n-seek, and red rover.

here they are.... the fabulous 4.

minie, greta, jude, and poppy.

have you met poppy? she is 7 shades of amazing. i love this girl. oh, and she rivals jude in her love for dress-ups(among other things). i am not quite sure what she is suppose to be, but she is working it.

greta the fairy-butterfly and fancy nancy minie.

not to be outdone... jude worked it as a ninja turtle.

lol.

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mother's day came and went too.

it was a perfect day.

jude's mother's day gift for me.

this bookmark will be near and dear to my heart forever and ever.

and trevan gave me these adorables.

they will be worn daily.

mother's day dinner @ yaya's.

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fun fact: i am not one of the skinny's.....

why the crap am i one of the mom's that doesn't loose her baby weight in a timely fashion, especially when nursing. i mean that was one of the main reasons i didn't give up nursing in those first few miserable weeks. vain? yes. true? absolutely. also, why did i get the shaft on the skinny gene's? it's fun to be the fat sister.

so i started weight watchers.

its been a week and i am down 7 lbs.... here's to 20 more.

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POTTY TRAINING.

not enjoyable.

every time greta has had a 'foopy' diaper in the past 3 months, trevan would mutter "when are you going to be potty trained?". jerk. i finally got took the hint and bit the bullet, she is 3 after all. in our defense, being a bit developmentally delayed makes it a bit more difficult for the prets. for instance, she cannot run yet, she cannot undress by herself, she still crawls up stairs, and there is no way she could climb up on a toilet unattended. all that being said, she is mentally capable of being toilet trained. with the method we use, it was really easy for jude so i was very optimistic for greta.

first off, no one has looked cuter in princess undies.

NO ONE.

dolly and greta, working it out.

i regret being so optimistic. greta has not been as easy as jude. we have accidents daily. she get the whole poop thing but peeps is a bit harder. it's a headache and i hate it. sometimes she asks for diapers but we will not go back. once that door is opened, it cannot be closed. i still believe in our method, i just didn't realize how easy i had it with sir jude. i CANNOT wait until we get this down.

this is greta after a accident when driving jude to school. poor tender hearted girl, she sobbed and sobbed. i don't even get that mad, she just cannot have anyone be mad or disappointed in her.

i love her, wet pants and all.

p.s. trevan will potty train ezra.

it's only fair.

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and last but certainly not least....

mr. ezra turned 3 months old.

i am in love with this boy.

and

i cannot believe he is 3 months old.

he is such a good baby....that is until he has had enough and then he his quite dramatic, so loud.

ezra smiles for anyone that will look at him, he loves his fists, he sleeps through the night, he is a great little nurser (i love nursing SO much), he puts up with overly loving siblings, he is my strongest baby, he love his tubbies, he is NOT a snuggler, he has one dimple (just like his siblings)he only will sleep if swaddled, he has copper hair, his glorious newborn hair is almost gone, his tongue is always going, he does not like his car seat, he rolls, he's gettin' kinda chubby, and he loves his mama.

ezzie is joy.

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and now you know.

i want to remember....

EVERY.

SINGLE.

MOMENT.

the good, the bad, and the ugly.

and that is why i blog.

stop.

there is a family that needs your prayers...

the denny mack family.


denny lost his wife wendy and their unborn child maylee last saturday night. their 3 very young children are left without a mother.

this is devastating.

OBITUARY.

BLOG.

how do i know wendy? our parents are BFF's. when my parents moved to highland nearly 30 years ago they had no family here in utah and the kimball's became our family. every spring break and fall break was spent vacationing with the kimball and johnson family. wendy was older than me, closer to robyn's age. i haven't seen her in over 10 years but i remember everything about her... her curly hair, her beautiful smile, and her contagious giggle. some people leave a lasting impression, wendy was one of them. truly, she was beautiful inside and out.

fall break circa 1989
paige, robyn, wendy, brooke, me, jamie, and amber.

i cannot believe she is gone, a young mother.... a pregnant young mother. i can't make sense of it. i think about it all day. how could she be needed in heaven more than she was needed here?her sweet babies! how? how does a husband manage without the love of his life and his partner in parenting? how do her parents cope with the loss of their beautiful daughter? especially since they were on a mission in sierra leone at the time of her death? and what about maylee, the sweet little angel she was carrying? i just don't get it. i am heartbroken.

life is not fair.
and it can change in an instant.
cherish it.

hop on over to easter.

we had a weekend full of eastering.

full of it.

we started out the weekend at nannie's. my mom was pretty much on her death bed but still managed to put a fabulous little easter egg hunt on for her grand babies. only 5 of her 15 grand babies were present but thankfully, they were some of her cute ones.

nannie helping miss prets.

one of greta's favorite past times includes telling everyone that she "can't walk". turns out she can, she just likes to be babied. some people totally buy into.... okay, we all do.

cutest egg hunter alive.

shmezra was there too. he is edible.

easter sunday started off wonderfully. the sun came out of hiding for a few hours and believe it or not, that darn little egg-laying rabbit made it to our backyard. the kids were THRILLED. i let the kids get their baskets in their jammies but made them wait to go hunting until after breakfast was finished and they were looking presentable for the camera.

{ question: how is the real meaning of easter suppose to compare to the gift giving easter bunny? it's a hard sale. we tried and shall try again and again.}

GET.OUT.OF.TOWN

my adorables.

excited?

jude ran from egg to egg with all the excitement that his 5 year old body could contain. to him each egg was a miracle.

little holiday boy.

cute dad, copper topped son, and some sunlight in their eyes.

this year it was yaya's turn for easter. my kids love a little gregory time. disneyland aint got nothing' on yaya's house.

there was a lot of easter loot for 2 little munchkins.

meet cammy... uncle of the year.

moey & ted

::: LOVEBIRDS :::

me loves this picture, it's a glimpse at my baby jude, not my big brother jude. sometimes i forget that his is not as big as i think he is. that's the problem with your oldest child, you seem to make them older than they really are and when you look back on it you realize they were little the whole time you were thinking they were big.

bubbles = magic

even if the meaning of easter was lost on my kids, it wasn't lost on me.

i am thankful for my Savior.

his life.

his sacrifice.

his resurrection

and because of all of that, i have the chance of living with my sweet easter angels again.