Timmyisms

As my brother Tim grew up, we tried to keep track of the really fun things that he says. Lately as he's been around Cooper he's come up with a few doozies.

• Tim came downstairs from getting Cooper up from his nap and promptly told me, "I wiggled him a little bit and bonked his head on his crib, but he didn't cry."
• I asked Tim to run up and see if Cooper was sleeping yet, when he came downstairs he said, "It looks like it's asleep to me..."
• When Cooper was crawling around on the floor he found one of Tim's shoes. Tim panicked and said, "Get it before it hiccups it's gross stuff into my shoes!" (I moved Cooper and he promptly hiccuped all over me...)
• No matter how much prodding or gentle reminding, Tim still to this moment calls Cooper "it".
• I'm not sure if I blogged this before, so I apologize. We have some railroad tracks fairly close to our house which run through a trail by the golf course. Apparently Dad taught Tim how to put a coin on the tracks to flatten it. (Smooth move) So, one day while both Steven and I were at work, Tim was supposed to be hanging out our house watching a movie, but had decided to go for a walk. I was starting to get concerned because he was not answering his phone. When he finally resurfaced I explained to him that I had gotten worried because I didn't want him putting stuff on the tracks without Dad. To which he sheepishly told me that he had wanted to put his cell phone on the tracks but he thought it would make Mom mad. Awesome.
  

What a guy.

Come Check It Out!

I saw this today and couldn't stop laughing.

Scripture Squawking

Recently I've really been trying to read my scriptures everyday, the same time and place, so that I can make it into a true habit. So, I picked to read on my bed while Cooper is in the tub playing, because I figured that that would be the time when he would be contained, and all I would have to do is listen. Turns out that all I end up listening to is his endless squawks to get my attention now that he is getting tall enough to push himself up and see around. See below...

Most of the time, he wins.

How could he not with that booty?!

Lone Wolf

It's practically official.

On the Davis side of things, Cooper was the last boy to be born for a while. By spring, he will have been followed here by 5 baby girls.

Stay strong buddy.

Thank You's...

So, there are a few things in my life that I haven't said Thank You for, and I believe that now would be a good time.

Thank you to my son who sends Cheerios flying everywhere when he's in his high chair. Lately I've felt like these Cheerios are embedded in my life. They are in the carpet, crib, car seat, socks, and couch.

Thank You.

Thank You to Uncle George who taught Cooper to squint. It's become part of his smiling routine, and he thinks it's pretty special.

Thank You.

Thank You to my mother who didn't laugh at me when I suggested we just lay Cooper on the floor in Lizzie's old room for a nap. Clearly he wasn't tired enough to "just lay there" and go to sleep. As seen below, he rolled under the bed and got stuck, screaming and screaming. (My poor son had to endure us hurrying to find the camera. He's totally fine in this picture...)

Thank You.

Thank You to Rori for sitting and letting Cooper bash her around for a while this Sunday. It's so fun to see them together! She was so patient and it was so fun for me to watch.

Thank You.

Thank You to Uncle Tyler for teaching Cooper how to become a Jedi Master. (Hood comes first..)Thank You.

Thank You to Daines family for being fun and letting Cooper sit with the big boys. (And little girl)

Thank You.

Many, many, many Thank Yous to Randi who took our family pictures this week. I'm so happy we got some of the three of us, before number 4 arrives.

Thank You!

Also, I would like to thank everyone who has been around me lately, for one very specific reason.

I'm not sure who said this to me once, a sister I think, but she said that the longer she stays home with her children, the more she begins to feel less and less intelligent. In my case, with this pregnancy, I have begun to feel that I have lost the entire concept of thinking thoughts and having them come out as pleasant, normal words. I have constant word barf. I say something I think was witty, and then I realize sentences came out in the wrong order. Or, I say something completely wrong, and it just comes out snotty. My reactions range from clapping my hand on my mouth and getting really red, or saying to Steven, "That's what I said?!", or sending out apology e-mails. You all know who you are. I would give some examples, but I don't think that anyone I have encountered would like to hear anything I've said a second time. So, if you're out there and I have recently said something unpleasant, please accept my apology, and take it up with this unnamed little girl when she gets here.

Thank you.

Help!

Since Steven and I found out we were having a girl, I have probably spouted off about 200 girls names, and none of them have been accepted by the naming committee. We need some serious help. Any name ideas are welcome, but don't tell us a name you want to use for your own children...because we are so desperate we might take it.

Help!