Foto Friday--First Week of Summer and a Few Quotable Quotes

Whew. I survived the first week of summer.

Today I took the four littles to the Mesa Southwest Museum. Locked them in the dungeon for a while. Too bad they liked it.

While we were watching the final Suns game of the year (sniff), Micah was sitting on my lap. He looked up at me and said, "Mom, I can feel the milk in your chest."

Evie. Don't you love a baby in all white? If I could I'd dress them like that every day. This dress was Lily's. Evie has started her solid food this week. Not going too bad, but you know how it goes. In goes a bite. Out it comes. Scrape it off. Insert same bite again.

Tucker needed to rescue the four gigantic "Congratulations Graduate" balloons from the entryway ceiling. He fashioned this contraption out of a saw and a few sticks. Not the safest thing he ever did.
Monday afternoon I came downstairs with a pill in my hand and mostly to myself said, "I forgot to take my prenatal vitamin today." Tuck's ears perked up and he said, "Are you pregnant?" I couldn't let this chance slip by, so I admittedly led him on for a few minutes until he really believed me. Then I informed him that women take prenatal vits while nursing as well. He was disappointed.

Ben is the busiest bee at the Sanatorium this summer. Geometry online (to avoid the crappy teacher at Poston), football camp, summer school (so he can play football and take seminary next year). He has little time to breathe. He did take a little time off Wednesday morning to go water-skiing with Brad, and he came home with a sizable gash on his head. Only Ben.





This picture tells the story of Hyrum's life, I'm afraid. The kid just cannot remember to take a potty stop. So this week we've tried a potty chart. We've had two days all week with no accidents. That, my friends, is a miracle. I had him at IKEA and he was on his monkey leash (you know the ones I'm talking about--that look like a little stuffed animal?). He saw a little boy playing away from his mom, and Hyrum went up to him and said, "You not being obed-beient." Really? Is he wearing a leash? Didn't think so, Scooter.


I love this picture of Lily and Brad.  Just hangin' out on the front porch.  Lily, of course, is our resident drama queen.  On Tuesday I was feeding the baby and Micah came in the front door, saying that Hyrum had gotten hurt on the neighbor's teeter-totter.  I didn't hurry too quickly, but I got out the door to see what was up.  When I got there, Hyrum looked very concerned and told me that Lily broke her leg.  Lily was acting like she was pinned under the seat of the seesaw, face down in the mud, waiting for someone to come to her rescue.  Really?  In the mud. 

And I've decided that I'm going to have a summer kickoff giveaway on Monday, so start dreaming of the possibilities!