It's Dead Jim

Last night Chris threw me in the pool. Fully clothed. With my cell phone in my pocket.

Bye bye cute green phone.

Bye bye ability to communicate instantly.

Bye bye phone numbers.

If you don't hear from me, or are trying to reach me with no such luck, please know I'm not ignoring you! And shoot me an e-mail with your phone number!

These Pictures Need Names

Uncle Nathan's hat: Check.
Aunt Liz's sunglasses: Check.
I'm-too-cool-pose: Check.

It Pays to Know People Who Know People

Chris's brother Nathan knows Katie. Katie happens to work at Hogle Zoo. Katie also happens to have access to animals and provides private petting zoo privileges to people she knows. Like I said, it pays to know people who know people.

She hooked us up with insects, including a hissing cockroach. Snakes that sort of freaked me out. A chinchilla that I wanted to sneak out of the zoo and bring home to cuddle tonight. An Australian bird. An armadillo. An animal I can't remember the name of. And a lizard. A way cool lizard.



But this my friends was not the highlight of our zoo trip. How could personal petting zoo privileges not be the most amazing thing that could ever happen at the zoo, you ask?

Because this is the most amazing thing that could ever happen at the zoo:



The Bride of Frankenstein lives!

Fordham Family Gathering

Every other year Chris's rents and siblings have a get together. We've been in Park City the past few days surrounded by family. Sylas and Bryce are in cousin heaven. I haven't heard a single, "I'm bored." And how could they be with, especially with Aunts and Uncles galore! And really, could the children in this family be any cuter? Nope.

A Realization

I had this really incredible realization at dinner this evening:

My boys don't share a piece of meat anymore. They each eat their own pork chop, chicken, steak, etc.

How am I going to keep them fed as teenagers?

Help!

(Also, is that picture just so totally Bryce? If his pants aren't on backwards his shirts are. And his shoes are on the wrong feet. I swear he does that one on purpose because he knows it will absolutely kill me when he starts putting them on the right feet.)

The Swine Flu and A Lost Tooth

I'm on Day 7 of feeling like poo. So, I decided to hit up the doctor. Apparently I'm at the tail end of swine flu and decided to throw in a little bacterial bronchitis for good measure. My niece Kelsey, who I spent last weekend with (along with my whole entire family) is now being treated for swine flu (along with my sis just to be preventative). She texted me, "Way 2 give me ur swine flu!" So I texted her back, "Way 2 GET my swine flu! You know me, very generous - I like 2 share!" The doc said I'm no longer contagious but to be careful around people with weakened immune systems, such as myself. So, me, be careful, eh? Stop coughing! And wash your hands!

In other news, Sy's sixth tooth came out in his cereal this morning! I've been harping on him to let me pull that puppy forevah!

I don't know if I can handle how stinkin' cute he is:



Or how stinkin' goofy:

If You're Going to Get Sick

Make sure you time it so it coincides with a weekend at/near your parents house.

Our plan was to spend the weekend celebrating our niece Xar's birthday camping at the East Fork of the Bear River. It ended up with me knocked out with a cold. And not your average cold. I don't believe in doing things half way. This was a c-o-l-d!

Let me tell you, having a cold at my house versus having a cold at my parents house are two very different scenarios. One involves me never getting to rest because life has to keep going and I am the only one to make that happen. The other involves copious amounts of rest while my children are spoiled worse than I am.

Sigh.

Thanks mommy and daddy!

p.s.

This was an overheard conversation this evening:

Bryce: When someone is talking to you, you listen! (Oh how many times have I said that exact statement to him?)

Sylas: I don't want to hear what you're saying!

Bryce: You are being a big fat meaner!

Sylas: I am not big OR fat!

p.p.s.

They are now snuggled up against each other watching cartoons.

This Weather Requires:

Umbrellas and rain boots.

And maybe a dose of B with his upside down "barella" (what he used to call them before he grew up overnight, *sniff*).