Happy Easter . . .

. . . from this Freaky A Easter Bunny!This picture was taken 2 years ago when Rachel was 2. I don't blame her for crying! I remember Lindsay said last year how the idea of some huge bunny hopping around, entering your home, and leaving presents was a bit scary. I couldn't agree more! This bunny gave me the creeps for sure!

I hope everyone has a happy Easter and remembers the TRUE meaning of why we celebrate this holiday.

Luscious Lashes

My sister Kate has been learning how to do eyelash extensions and needed people to practice on. Sign me up for anything that benefits me for FREE! Can I just say, I look HOT when I get out of the shower (minus the stretch marks, saggy boobs, and cellulite)! I can't express how much I LOVE them! Totally worth the 4 hour application time! If you want them, let me know. She still needs to practice on people (for free!!!) until she certifies.

And thanks to Janice for taking my picture (I tried about 20 times to take my own picture . . . not so pretty)!

All because . . .

. . . Cami forced Jason to ask me out!

Today is our 12th wedding anniversary. It was a cold and windy day at the Salt Lake Temple 12 years ago, but the flowers were pretty...

... and so were the bridesmaids (Lindsay didn't get the memo to look at the beautiful bride!) Can you get a cheesier pose?

Of course we've had our ups and downs, but the ups make the downs worth it. I love this man with all my heart. I will never regret being married to him!

And we still look lovingly into each other's eyes like this. Pretty much every day!

And even after 12 years, he still does things like this:

I Love you Jason! Thanks for being a great husband and father!

What the . . .

At Cole's 9 month appointment last week, Dr. Thompson and I were talking about our spring break plans. Rachel kept saying, "Mom!" "Mom!" "Mom!" and I kept ignoring and shushing her. She kept at it until finally I said, "What Rachel?" She then proceeded to say, "Every time lately when I have to have a toot, a little bit of poop comes out with it." I looked over at Dr. Thompson as he started to crack up. I just buried my head in the back of Cole's head and said, "Well, Rachel, thanks for sharing that in front of Dr. Thompson." And then she replied, "Well, it just happened!" Oh my! The joys of parenthood! I've never seen Dr. Thompson make a quicker exit from the room than after that comment! Mind you, this is not only the man that delivered my baby and cares for my family, but someone I work with. How embarrassing!
On to Cole. He is definitely my "smallest" baby! At his appointment, he weighed 22 lbs and was 28.75 inches tall. That would put him 67% for weight and 57% for height. I have NEVER had a child below 85% on either! I guess this boy does have some of me in him after all!

Elephant Foot Update...

...At least that's what Jason calls it. Jason took these pictures with his 'work' camera and emailed them to me a few weeks ago. I just have to laugh at them. Seriously. Okay. Here they are:

I believe that these pictures were taken after surgery #2. I had to stick my other foot up there next to E.F. so that you could get an idea of just how DANG swollen it was.

So, how is it now you ask? Well, minus the stitches and bruising, it looks pretty similar to that after working a 12 hour night shift (3+ pitting edema). Other than that, it's still swollen but only about 1/3 that amount. It still hurts to be in a regular athletic shoe (good excuse not to exercise, right?) but it fits well into most of my other shoes.

I'm thinking it won't be normal again until I get the pins and wire out. I have an appointment next month to see about that. Until then...

p.s. If you see me limping, tell me to knock it off!

Cole, Cole, Bo Bole . . .

I just realized that I haven't checked my 'blogs' for 5 or 6 days. Only took me an hour to read through them. Note to self: Don't do that again!

Anyways, I haven't really been doing much, just trying to keep my house in order and care for my ever needy 9 month old. That's right, I said 9 month old! I thought I would update you on what he's been up to.

Mr. Cole:

• Loves his Mama (but who doesn't? I mean ME, not your Mama)
• Doesn't want is Mama out of site, or for that matter, not touching him every waking second
• Is FINALLY rolling over (he has been for about 3 weeks now . . . better late than never)
• Thinks he wants to crawl now but can't figure out how to not go in reverse
• Pretty much hates baby food and wants what we are eating. Thanks to my new toy: he CAN eat everything we are eating! That's a blender people, not a different kind of toy.
• Loves to jump in his jumper

• Claps is hands and jigs his body when he hears music
• Is fascinated with his tongue
• Loves is binky, but not so much his bottle
• Still can't hold his own bottle
• Is a giggly little thing and thinks that his brother and sister are hilarious!

So, I'm a BM and just 1 minute ago made his 9 month doctor appointment, so I have no idea how tall he is or how much he weighs, but I'll tell you this much, he's big!

The other day I was getting ready for the day and I put him in his play saucer. Suddenly I heard him laughing and jumping, so I peeked my head around the corner and this is what I saw:

Rachel had dumped the "to be folded" sock basket and put Cole in jail. He thought it was hilarious! A few hours later, she got her hands on him again. She was just trying to make him look like "Fancy Nancy". What's the big deal?

I just hope these two are friends in a couple of years and not enemies!

Flashback Friday at it's best!

Alright, you have already seen my "Les-by Friends" hairstyle (Jessica's brother even felt the need to sketch it).

I've sported some pretty different hairstyles in my lifetime. Some are bad enough to have earned names. Here they are:

Super Blonde
Super Long

"The Wall"

"The Claw" . . . okay, who didn't sport this one?

The hair isn't so bad in this picture, but my dress says, "I hope to be a sister wife someday!"

"The Rat Nest"

And I saved the best for last, "Little Orphan Nanny"