Some kind of miracle

We are so pleased to report that the grades are officially in and JJ has passed all his classes and is now officially in trimester 7 which means....clinic!! It was seriously by the skin of his teeth that he passed and truly some kind of miracle considering he was boarder line in quite a few of his classes. Next tri is clinic, which means that he gets to put on his white coat and actually see student patients "legally." We are very excited for this good news and so much enjoying our families out here in California, it has been way too long and I think we realized how much we missed them when we came back....if that makes sense? We got to meet our new little niece Isabella "Bella" and she is just the most beautiful little thing and looks just like her other two beautiful sisters. We hope everyone has a great holiday season, and a very Merry Christmas!!

Christmas Cuties

Yesterday for church, being our last Sunday before we leave on vacation, I thought we would all dress as a family as if we actually had Christmas spirit. I put the kids and myself in red outfits and we left for church early without JJ because I was singing in the choir. On my way out I told JJ to wear a red tie, and what do you know? He shows up in a blue sweater! I often wonder why I try? but I got some cute shots of the kids anyway.

First steps today, off to college tomorrow....

Our little girl is growing up so fast and just took her first steps at eight months old!! She still isn't too confident yet, but she keeps trying. She wants to do everything her big brother is doing, so it doesn't surprise me that she is walking so soon. She is just such a delight in every way, we love having her in our family. She never fails to bring a smile to my face whenever I'm having a not so good day. Yes, she is my coping mechanism when dealing with our tyrant two year old. I just love these baby stages, they seem to be going by way too quick with her, but I am trying to treasure every moment.

Christmas what?!

Seeing as how we are going home (California) for the holidays, we didn't even bother to put Christmas decor up in our house because we would only be able to enjoy it about a week or two. So in an attempt to try and bring some Christmas cheer into our home, we sang Christmas songs tonight for Family Night. Well, it brought something into our home, and I wouldn't call it cheer. Dominic was in his own little world, I didn't know the lyrics, and JJ was off key.... one of those truely eventful Family Nights....why do we do this again?

Attempt #1

I love how Dominic acts like he's really reading that hymn book.

Attempt #2...okay lets try a different song, maybe thats the problem.

Sorry JJ, had to show off your incredable pitch

We finally realized that the song wasn't the problem....

Do or not to do? this is the question.

So I have been thinking for a while to take the plunge. To just dive in and do it.....but I'm scared. It has only been the last few years that I have had really long hair, but it seems like I can't go back now. I know that it will feel very liberating so I am highly considering just chopping everything off. Thanks to my good friend Shandra who introduced me to this free Mary Kay website where all you do is upload a picture and you can see how you would look in any hairstyle and color. I found out that I would never look good as a blond and that red hair looks pretty good. But this picture is kinda what I am going for. Let me know what you think?

Our Giving of Thanks

I always get a little sad around Thanksgiving being far from family, but this year my sadness was patched up a bit when this wonderful, loving couple in our church, the Heidamens, invited us into their home with some other Logan students. She decorated her home beautifully and the kids even had their very own table. The food was so awesome and we had about eight pies to choose from! After our dinner the kids all watched Polar Express, while the girls chatted and the boys played pool in their awesome basement. My favorite part of the evening was when we all went around the table and talked about what we are all thankful for. I love this time of year when we all reflect upon what we are grateful for. I am so grateful for this time in my life. To have great friends around us, to be out here in beautiful Missouri, for my wonderful family, and of course for the gospel in my life. We all have so much to be grateful for when we really stop and reflect upon our many blessings. Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving!

A New Life

Yesterday marked a very special five year anniversary that is near and dear to my heart. Inspired by and entitled after my husband's best friend's blog, I wanted to share my conversion story to our church. It is something that I love talking about because it was such a wonderful amazing time in which marked a complete change in myself, and the start of a brand new life. With the fall season and the brisk cold air around, it always brings me back to this very special time in my life.

I had just graduated high school, started up at our local junior college, and I was seriously contemplating life, its meaning and purpose, and just which direction I should be headed. Growing up, God wasn't talked about in my home and we never went to church not even on holidays. The only religion I was exposed to was through some relatives on occasion and mainly through my grandparents who are very religious. As a young girl and through the influence of my grandma, I had my first communion in the Lutheran church, but as I got older I never went to any church, although some of the teachings from the Bible stuck with me and I feel now that this time in my life laid a perfect foundation for what was in store. Throughout my childhood I went to different Christian churches and Catholic churches and none of them felt quite right to me. My grandmother convinced me one time around the age of 10 or 11 to go to a tent revival. This was notably one of the craziest experiences of my life! People were chanting, closing their eyes, waving their arms in the air, and speaking in tongues (this is weird gibberish that doesn't make any sense), and then they were claiming to be so filled with the "Holy Spirit" that they were falling backwards into chairs, meanwhile the music in the background was getting louder and louder. With people falling down left and right, the Pasteur was wondering why I was the only one who wasn't falling over, so they laid their hands on me and starting praying/speaking in gibberish on me to get me to fall over. Well, I felt something that night and I don't think that it was any spirit from God. Even as a 10 year old I was questioning why God would want someone to fall over into a chair and get hurt meanwhile speaking stuff that no one can understand? So needless to say, I went a long time with many questions unanswered.

Being in college and starting this new chapter of life, left me feeling empty. I just knew that something was missing and I wasn't quite exactly sure what it was. I had a feeling that it was religion or rather a yearning for a deeper knowledge of what I know now as "The Great Plan of Happiness." I had questions that I was wanting answered and emptiness that I needed filled. Like "Why are we really here on earth?" and "Is there more out there, than just living day to day going through these motions of life?" So I started going to different churches. I went to one Christian church where this girl that I worked with went and sang at in the band. During this time my brother, strangely enough, was searching for religion as well. He starting talking to some Jehovah's Witnesses, and him and I would talk about different doctrines together. Each church I went to or learned about still never felt quite right to me.

One day in my freshmen English class the teacher told us to get in groups of three and read to one another each other's essays without giving any criticism. I had noticed that a friendly looking boy who dressed really odd had starting sitting up in the front row next to me lately, which I found out later was because he couldn't hear in the back of the class. So I just formed a group with this young man and one other sitting by us and we introduced ourselves. This boy introduced himself as JJ and I don't know what the other boy's name was, doesn't matter. So we began reading our essays out load to one another. I have always loved writing papers and editing so I just couldn't contain myself and had to tell him a better way of writing this part in his paper....totally ignoring the teacher who said to not give any criticism. It was constructive anyway ;) I find out later that JJ was thinking "Who does girl girl think she is, when the teacher said not to give criticism!" Anyway he got over it, and after class JJ and I began talking. I asked him how old he was and he said 22, and I said, "Why are you so old in a freshman English class?" and he said, "Because I spent two years and served a mission for my church." I said, "Ahh really, what church is that?" and he said, "The church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints" and I said, "Is that Mormon?" and he said, "Yes it is." Well this initial conversation got me interested in his religion and why on earth someone would dedicate two whole years of their life to it. Week by week we started cultivating a friendship and after class we would spend hours just discussing his religion. I wanted to know every detail, so everyday I would come with a new question or some crazy thing that I had heard about the Mormons for him to answer. I began to really like and understand the things that I was learning, although with each new question I would bring up, I was convinced there was no way he could answer it in a way that was pleasing to me and then I could find a new religion to try. But he would show me in the scriptures and talk to me so that I really understood each doctrine. He gave me my own Book of Mormon to study and said that I could find out for myself if the things that he was saying were true, and that if I prayed with a sincere heart and real intent to want to know if the Book of Mormon was true and if Joseph Smith was truly a prophet, that Heavenly Father would answer my prayer and then I would know for a surety for myself. I loved how the church didn't just say, here are the true doctrines, now you should believe them, but they actually wanted me to find out for myself by asking and praying to God.

We starting spending more and more time together, and he introduced me to the singles ward and their activities as well as the LDS institute which was right across the street from our school. Probably wondering when the romantic feelings came into the picture? not for a little while. We were becoming great friends and I was still really trying to understand this new religion and see if it was right for me. I wanted to be sure that I made a life change for the right reasons. After many experiences together and talking about doctrines he asked me if I had read the Book of Mormon, I told him that I was reading it and that when I read it, it felt as though it is God's words that I was reading. When I would read the Book of Mormon I could feel good feelings, and that I felt that the book was true doctrine. When JJ heard this he was completely in shock that I had been reading it and even more amazed at the feelings I shared with him that I felt as I read from the book. He told me that those feelings were the Holy Ghost testifying to me of the book's truthfulness. It just felt right. The Holy Ghost would not be knocking me down into chairs, but rather give me good, peaceful feelings as I read God's word, this sounded and felt right to me.

Although I was gaining a testimony of the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon, I was scared to meet with the missionaries because I felt like all they would want to do is baptize me. I told JJ that I didn't need to meet with the missionaries and that he could be my missionary. I quickly found out that it doesn't work like that in this church and that you have to have the discussions in order to get baptised to be sure you really understand the commitment and doctrines. Reluctantly I met with the missionaries at JJ's sister and brother in law's house, and JJ would come of course. The missionaries that taught me were Elder Willingham and Elder Durrant. I was gaining a testimony of the church and knew that it was true, but was still hesitant to be baptised because I knew that this was going to be a life change for me. During my first discussion the spirit was strong, but it wasn't until the very end when Elder Willingham bore his testimony to me of the truthfulness of this church that the spirit hit me so strong and there was then no way that I could ever deny it. It was as if I could feel such a powerful feeling in my heart or my chest and it completely consumed me to the point where tears of joy were running down my face. I have yet to have felt the spirit that strongly testify to me. I knew what I had to do. I knew that God was telling me that I was on the right path, that this was His true church that He established on the earth. I knew that Joseph Smith was the humble boy that He chose to establish this church and become its first prophet, and I knew that Joseph Smith received revelation from God to do so.

So I entered the waters of baptism in the way that God has directed us and by the proper authority in His church, and I can honestly say that was the best decision that I have ever made in my entire life. Every ounce of joy that I feel to this day can be traced back to that very important choice I made on November 23, 2003. I feel very blessed to now say that my husband baptised me and brought me the greatest gift one person could ever bring to another in this life. I am eternally grateful to him for it.

My Bestie

She would do anything for anyone even if it means being away from her hubby for a month to drive you across the country and get stuck in the ghetto in the middle of the worst blizzard, then trek two miles with snow up to her knees to carry your laundry to the laundry mat.

She would hold your hand through the worst, even if it is through a 14 hour labor and delivery. Then she would love your kids seriously as if they were her own, and buy a webcam just to see them.

She would deal with your raging hormones as they are leaving your system, meanwhile cleaning the house and taking care of your child so you could rest with your newborn.

She would understand your weirdness as you tell her things like her eyes are too close together or she has a neanderthal head. She would love you for your weirdness.

She would always tell the truth when you ask her if you look fat, and understand that she tells the truth out of love.

She would come over just to kill a very large strange looking bug that you couldn't dare get near.

She would jump in a freezing cold pool with her work clothes on just to save your cute little white poodle who fell into the pool and almost drowned while you sit there freaking out not knowing what to do.

She would drive you around everywhere in high school when you blow a gasket in your car for not putting water in it and fixing it would cost more than the 90' Honda Accord is even worth.

She would comfort you and assure you that life does go on when your heart is broken and assure you that you were too good for him anyway.

She would be sure to tell you when you found the right one and list all the reasons why.....all the time!

She would be excited for your big day and the best maid of honor one could ask for.

She is the first to know even before your hubby when you're prego (which, btw, is a good indicator if you were ever wondering where you are at on some one's friend list) just so she can help you find a clever way to tell him.

She would make you laugh with her morbid jokes about being buried next to each other.

She will comfort you when you start out watching a tear jerkier together, she falls asleep and wakes up to you crying.

She would make you feel super special on each birthday even embarrassing you with writing on her car window, "Honk for the birthday girl" as she drives you around doing special birthday activities.

She would remind you often of the reason why you and her won "best friends" in high school.

She is an incredible example of love and service.

"She" is my best friend Stephanie more like sister really, and I feel blessed to know her. Happy Birthday Stephed! It was fun reminiscing on our past 12 years of friendship, we have had some great memories, look forward to many more!

Twilight

Last night a group of us girls got together and went to the Cheese Cake Factory followed by the midnight premiere of Twilight. It was a fun well needed night out with the girls. All of us were pretty pumped about seeing this movie as we have all loved the books. Well lets just say there were high expectations and on my end, the movie did not match up. Some of the girls really loved it, but I wasn't too impressed to be honest. I felt that with all the hype that the book got, that they would have at least tried to put some more money into the film. It just seemed like a low budget film with really bad acting to me. Okay, let me back up a bit. Bella was great in the film, but Edward just kinda creeped me out and I imagined him as being a little better looking with more sex appeal and confidence. So I don't know that I would watch this movie again, but I would see the sequel.

Mine, Mine, Mine

Dominic is in this phase where he is SOOO possessive, but its not just of his stuff its even for others. Let me shed a little light. There is this one big yellow cup that JJ likes to use because it is the biggest cup we have, so Dominic has claimed it as Daddy's cup. So if mommy uses daddy's cup, boy I am going to hear about it! He will cry and say, "No, that is daddy's cup!" and just tonight Dominic pointed to our laptop and said, "Mommy's puter," and JJ said, "Daddy's puter," and Dominic said, "No Daddy!! that is Mommy's puter!" It is usually really cute until he starts crying and throwing a fit when the other person uses the other's claimed property. I didn't realize I needed to ask my two year old what my rights were in my own home?!


Maybe I am an evil mom, but I get so much joy out of pestering Dominic and using someone else's "claimed" property, or in this case claiming Dominic's property as "sister's property" and seeing his reaction.

Before I got this on tape, he starting labeling every one's towel in the family and it was so cute, and when I said that the yellow towel (which really is Dominic's lion towel) was sister's he was getting so mad, and it was so funny. I know, I am a mean mommy, but it was just too funny. He calmed down some for this video though.

New Found Hobby

So I will take a break from all the proposition 8 stuff and talk about my new found hobby. Anyone who really knows me, knows how much I love hair so it seems rather fitting that my favorite thing to do nowadays has to do with hair. I am in love with making hair bows. The crazier the better, and the more I can be creative using different types of ribbon adding unique style and matching individual outfits. Having a daughter now makes it easier to have this type of hobby, but the problem is she doesn't have any hair! Boy would I have a hay day with my friend Maria's baby ;) (you can check out that baby's hair at the Gilbert's bloghttp://http//trevorandmaria.blogspot.com/ to see a real head of hair) so I have had to improvise on my baby girl.

This was right before going to our ward Fall Fest

And this, I thought, was just a cute one of the two of them together. And yes I use Dominic as my model when ever I make a new bow. His hair makes the perfect model and he looks so beautiful in my bows :)

I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sg25CnuBE0M
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aTpa12QyLKg

It Passed!!!!!

I know the rest of the country hasn't been as in tune with the Proposition 8 campaign, but since we are from California, we were constantly hearing about this issue. If the Proposition 8 didn't pass, then Gay and Lesbian marriage would be placed on the same plane as regular traditional marriage. Both types of marriage would be taught in school systems to our kids, and all adoption agencies would have to adopt to same sex couples. So this was a big deal, especially because whatever California tends to do, eventually the rest of the country will follow. The prophets of our church encouraged everyone to get involved to protect traditional marriage. Thousands of volunteers made phone calls to inform people on this proposition, as well as private donations were made. Members of our church donated the most money to advertise this proposition, and well, every one's hard work and efforts have payed off because it passed!!!!!!

Any google search on this issue, will show and mention the Mormon church's involvement on this issue. I am absolutely sure that the Gay and Lesbian community pretty much hate us right now, in fact many of them picketed in front of our Oakland Temple to prove it. And that is okay because we had to protect what we know is right and true in the eyes of God. We do not hate them, but we do not want their views imposed on us and our children. I just find this pretty interesting how with such a crucial topic, and all the churches in California, that our church had the most involvement on this very important issue. What the prophets of our church say is coming to pass. As the world get more and more wicked, churches will become more as the world is, yet the true church will stand out among the rest. Each day my testimony grows and I know that I am in the true church which is Gods church here upon the earth as Jesus Christ, His son, set up upon the earth for us to follow. I love this gospel and how it teaches that the true importance rests upon the family unit and what it was defined as by God Himself in the Bible. I know that my true happiness comes from following His commandments and having joy in my prosperity as he directed us to do.

Our Hallos Eve

Halloween was fun but a bit stressful. We had a few couples over for a pumpkin feast and I got a bee in my bonnet like I do every year around this time of year, and thought that I would make homemade pumpkin chili, homemade pumpkin spice bread, pot roast and mashed potatoes. Everything turned out okay, except that homemade bread. So basically I WILL NEVER make homemade bread AGAIN!! All that work, and the bread wasn't even good, so sorry JJ, its time for a bread maker because you wont get homemade bread from me ever again (yes, there is a bit of anger in my voice).

Looking at the pictures, it might take you back a few years, but I bet you can tell what Dominic was for Halloween. Yes he was the infamous Alfalfa from "The Little Rascals" except the one thing that Alfalfa is known for, seemed to not be working out too well when I was getting Dominic ready. So it was a little stressful as I was about to think of a plan B costume, but thankfully Cambria came through with the gel that she puts in her boy's hair which is basically like glue. It was the only thing that worked. So we ended up with an Alfalfa and a caterpillar. I was pretty proud of myself as I made that cute bow to match Amariah's caterpillar costume, but sad that we lost it while trick-or-treating :(

This was Dominic's first official year of trick-or-treating and he was lovin' every minute of it. So he was very adamite about dragging his own candy bag to each door. He looked so cute with this big ole' bag dragging behind him, except he must have lost his footing and went face first on a cement step. So we thought that would be a good time to end that eventful night. Oh by the way, as you will see JJ used the left over black spray on his hair, and I wasn't anything this year because I was personally boycotting the no trunk-or-treating that we had in this ward this year...yeah that was pretty disappointing.

This was the first house ever that Dominic went to.

Dominic's bruise on the middle of this forehead by the end of the night.

Umm Appitizing?

These were the treats we made this year for Halloween, chocolate mice. Please take note of the shredded paper and chocolate sprinkles that were to resemble....well I'll let you figure that one out. We had fun making them :)

Pumpkin Patch

We took our annual trip to the pumpkin patch before Halloween (sorry for my delayed post). It was a fun day at the pumpkin patch but pretty cold that day. Dominic liked the little Haunted House portion. Didn't buy a pumpkin there though because they are a little pricey, so we just went for the experience.

Bananas Yummy

I have never been into the whole rice cereal thing, in fact I never got the point of it. I just skipped that whole step with Dominic and now with Riah as well. So we went straight to bananas for the first time a couple weeks ago. She has shown more interest in food then Dominic ever did (she must take after her mother), so as you can see she loved it so much that she wouldn't give me the spoon back. I just feel not ready for the whole food thing yet, cause Dominic didn't eat any foods until 12 months, but you can tell she is much quicker than Dominic in a lot of ways and she is definitely ready. My babies are growing up :(

The things that two year olds come up with....

We have been getting these nice fall days here in St. Louis. The leaves are turning all these beautiful fall colors and its been pretty brisk outside, but I just love this weather. So yesterday for church I thought I would wear these tights that have a neat design on them with my skirt, a long sleeve shirt, and a scarf. When I came out of the room dressed in my Sunday best, Dominic came up to me, rubbed his hand up and down my leg and said, "WOW MOMMA!!!" with a real emphasis on the "wow" part. It was just too funny, wish I could have gotten that on film. It was so funny that he even noticed what I wore let alone made a comment like that. Sometimes those cute little comments just make up for his rascally self that he can be most of the time.

Then tonight when JJ asked him if he wanted to get in the shower with daddy, which he usually loves, he said, "No, I wonna playee withh sisterr" then he went over to Riah and tried to play ball with her. It was so precious, I hope they continue to be good friends.

What a little dare devil

On Wednesday was field day at Logan where school is cancelled, so that the students can participate in different sports if they want to. Well I told JJ that he might break an arm, or a leg, or his head for that matter and it just isn't worth it for a stupid game, plus with no money we would have to tie a branch and an old nylon around his arm if he broke it, so that too made it just not worth it. So YAY! field day became family day. So instead of field day we went to Faust park where our son almost broke his arm, his leg, or his head for that matter while climbing a rock..

He was a little hesitant at first and then he didnt want to stop. Yeah, I know, I was freaked out too the whole time but he couldn't get enough.

I am pleased to report that there were no broken bones, just a fun filled or should I say scare filled day having Daddy home from school.

Allll da pop pops

A Must See

This movie is a must see if :

you and your hubby are due for a hot date
you are a cryer like me and you want to have make-up running down your face the whole movie
love a good romance movie, but dont want your hubby too bored
like movies that are spiritually uplifting
like feel-good movies
want to feel inspired and walk away wanting to have a better marriage.

I think that every couple in the world should go and see this movie. JJ said while coming out of the theatre, "Now why cant our church make movies like that, " Well I dont know, but from our church or not, this movie has some great principles to live by for anyone.

My Mormon Bubble

I am encircled about by a very comfortable, cozy, safe, constant thing that I will call my mormon bubble. I live by some of the most amazing, loving families that share our same beliefs, and because of this, I never had to go out and search for friends because with sharing the same beliefs, comes automatic connections and friendships. It is an amazing phenominon and one of the biggest blessings, but one of the things that I love most about our faith, is that even far far away from family, you will always have a family, a church family. But besides just a church family, I live around LDS couples that are around our same ages, going through the same situations with raising young families and having husbands gone all hours of the day for this profession that will allow them to one day be called doctors. For this blessing, I am very grateful and can probably owe most of my sanity these days to these good friends, but due to this phenominon I have never had to streach myself, get out of my comfort zone, and find friends. I guess I can say it has been pretty nice in that way.

My eyes were opened as we went to a party yesterday put on by the Christian Chiro Club from JJ's school. I was a little hesitant to go to this party because everyone in this club knows that JJ is mormon and they have given him anti-mormon literature before. So I was preparing myself early for what they could possibly have in store for us. It was at a member's home who happens to be the leader of the club and I was surprised automatically to find no alcohol of any sort in their home. The decor of the home seemed as though I could have been walking into a home from a member of my church with cute signs that read "God abides in this home" and I could feel a peacefulness in their home. The meal was blessed with a beautiful opening prayer and the conversation was clean, pure, and uplifting. All the people at this party go to different Christian churches with similar but yet different beliefs from one another, and I was surprised that as religion got brought up, there was absolutely no contention. I could tell right away that these people LIVE their religion by truly implementing the teachings of Christ in their lives, not just going to church on Sundays.

I guess this whole experience made me get out of my bubble for a sec and just realize that there are so many good people in this world outside of all of our religions that are truly trying to do whats right and live their lives as God would want them to and that these people are not just in the Mormon church. I am grateful for that simple reminder, but yet more grateful to have the knowledge that I have of the Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ. This experience has made me want to be a better Christian and bridge those gaps and barriers between my faith and the "Christian World."

My, how they grow up way too fast

At first you didn't lift your head; You didn't know to smile.
The time before you knew my voice
Seemed such a long, long while.
I couldn't wait for you to roll,
And then to sit and clap.
And now you're off and crawling,
Not helpless in my lap.Why didn't someone tell me
How fast a baby grows,
That every little baby stage
Soon comes, but sooner goes.
So I'll enjoy the fleeting time
Before you learn to walk.
And treasure every tiny noise
Before you learn to talk.For soon you'll learn to walk,
Then run,
And talk and sing a song,
And never be my babe again.
The babe's forever gone.
Little baby, take your time,
For while you're tiny, you are mine.

Our little Rye bread crawled for the first time on Saturday and now there is no slowing her down. This video was taken a few days before the first crawl but you can see that she was definitely movin'. We are not used to this little baby girl progression because Dominic was barely holding his head up at five months. It seems like just yesterday I was in the worst pain of my life giving birth to her, and now, she's just not a little baby anymore....(tear). I am sad that my little baby is growing up, I guess this means we need to have another one....

What the heck?!?!?

I just really need to vent now, so you don't have to read, but I have been told it is a healthy thing to get out one's frustrations, so here it goes.

So I have been working out for quite some time now to try and work off this excess blubber put on by my lovely little kidlins (and I'll take just a little responsibilty) putting in about two hours four or five days a week at the gym, and adjusting my diet. So any logical person would say okay you have put in your time, you deserve some weight loss, well..the lovely scale did not have that much mercy, in fact, it said that I have gained 5 POUNDS!!!! I just do not see how that computes in this little brain of mine. I know that muscle weighs more than fat, but I do not think that I have put on 5 pounds in one week of muscle, that is just absurd and unheard of. I don't even think the great Arnold Swarchenegger has set that kind of record. So right now I am just a little depressed and I think I might go eat some ice cream...thanks for letting me vent.

Chatter Box

Domi has become quite the chatter bug, still dont quite know what he says half the time, but hay...its a start. JJ was having fun recording him, then afterwards he said that he wanted it put on the blog. So here you go honey, this is for you. Just so others may know that you contribute to our family blog.

Crazy Binky Boy

He'll be taking these to college and sportin' them on his wedding day

A night with the Cards

Today we got a phone call from a sweet family in our church that offered us four tickets to the cardinals game for tonight. Although late notice, we couldn't pass up the offer. They ended up being dug-out seats!! Plus I don't know how we have lived here in St. Louis for over a year and a half without ever going to a Cardinals game! People out here are big into their baseball and hard-core cardinals fans. Since the kids didn't need tickets, we invited a couple that we are friends with and had a blast. It was Dominic's first time ever at a baseball game and he was so excited! He loved all the loud noises, fans screaming and music playing. It was his first time eating cotton candy and at first he wasn't too keen on the texture, then spit it out until he tasted the sugar and then proceeded to pound the whole bucket. The night was very fun, and best of all the cardinals won!!