Perfect day at CA Adv.

1st stop: the carousel of course 2nd stop: snack at the tortilla factory

3rd stop: playhouse disney show (no pictures....I was feeding Nixon)

4th stop: the fountains. Logan LOVES splashing

We spent a good 1 1/2 at the fountains. They were my last planned spot for the day. I was a little nervous that Logan would throw a tantrum when we had to leave and then he spotted this.

He's into bugs right now.

Some of you may have seen this picture on my last post and probably thought I was a horrible mother for putting my naked, crying child in his seat (I did cover him with a blanket). Let me tell you why this stinker was naked.

As we were checking out the ladybug statue, I started feeling drips on my feet. Since Logan had been splashing me I didn't think much of it. Then I started feeling dripping all down my leg so I looked down to find this all over my shorts, legs, shirt, and feet.

Yellow baby poo dripping out of his jeans onto me!!!

Just imagine the damage done to Nixon's clothes. You would think I would know by now to pack a change of clothes.

It still was a perfect day at the park!!!

press pause

Today Nixon is 3 months old! I would love to press pause on him right now. He is at my favorite baby stage. He's perfect in nearly every way. Apparently, my doctor's office thinks I'm a pro my second time around and don't need monthly checkups, so there are no stats on him until next month. However, he is wearing all of Logan's 6months clothes. Here are some things I would like to remember about my chunky white boy.

He HATES riding in the car. I have to sit in the back with him and talk to him or else he will scream the entire ride.
He has cute dimples He is almost always smiling

Unless Logan is around

I always wonder what little babies are thinking.......I know he is planning revenge on LoganI think his frenulum is a little too tightbut it doesn't seem to bother himHe is a thumb sucker when asleep He loves to cuddle

He sleeps from 8pm-6isham.....pure heaven for me, sometimes I actually miss him at night.

But during the day he demands attention and prefers to be sitting up so he can check things out. He's just too perfect.....throw up and all!!

Patience please

I'm not a very patient person. I get irritated easily. I snap pretty quickly.

I thought being married was teaching me patience.......and then I had kids.

Logan was the sweetest baby. I remember holding him thinking, "how could anyone get upset at their kids?" I was pretty positive that I would never get mad at him. Then he started running into the street, hitting kids, spitting food on the floor, throwing stuff, yelling in church, rolling on the floor, refusing to eat everything, playing in the toilets, etc. etc. etc. Typical toddler behavior that tries my patience. I find myself wishing that these behaviors would stop.

I remember hearing a talk from President Monson about "finding joy in the journey", and have never forgotten it. I love what he said.

"If you have children who are grown and gone, in all likelihood you have occasionally felt pangs of loss and the recognition that you didn’t appreciate that time of life as much as you should have. Of course, there is no going back, but only forward. Rather than dwelling on the past, we should make the most of today, of the here and now, doing all we can to provide pleasant memories for the future.

If you are still in the process of raising children, be aware that the tiny fingerprints that show up on almost every newly cleaned surface, the toys scattered about the house, the piles and piles of laundry to be tackled will disappear all too soon and that you will—to your surprise—miss them profoundly."

This thought runs through my head everyday, numerous times when I'm about to lose my patience. I still lose it occasionally, but I think it helps. Plus I can't be mad for too long at these two adorable kids.

(I still have that "how could I ever be mad at you" feeling for Nixon. He is so sweet and laughed for the first time last night. Sweetest sound ever)

A little behind

I'm a little behind on our activities from last week. So here it goes....

We spent alot of time playing in the backyard (by the way my family thinks Nixon looks like Jeffrey R. Holland, what do you think?) Kyle taught Logan how to water the lawn, but he prefers to water us

One morning last week, I propped Nixon up on a pillow and started getting ready. After a little while I realized it was way too quiet. I feared for Nixon's life and ran out only to find this.

We went to The Huntington Library to meet up with some friends. We met up with Angie Jones and her two kids. Angie is a professor of biology at CSULB. When did I start hanging out with professors? I thought I was just a student there!

Here are a few pictures from the library

There is a childrens' garden that has water fountains for the kids to play in. This little stranger taught Logan to drink out of the fountain....great. The two boys explored the gardens

They climbed through the gardens

Logan loves any water so he got drenched

He loved every minute of it

I was super hot, especially having Nixon strapped to me (no strollers allowed). I wasn't about to nurse Nixon in the care, so before we left I fed Nixon in the air conditioned car. Logan drove, I think that was his favorite part of the trip.

Friday night Kyle called me out of the house to show me these two rat sitting on the power cords above our house. Ugh.

Since Logan loves the sand and water so much we took him to Seal Beach on Saturday evening. We thought it would be the perfect to let him get his feet wet, dig in the sand, and watch the boats. He hated it from the moment we stepped on the sand. He wouldn't walk. He didn't want the sand on him. He hated the water.

He ran away from the waves

And started walking back to the car without us

Kyle tried to show him how fun the waves were

He wasn't buying it. He just clenched onto Kyle's shirt.

Just proof that me and Nixon were there

We taught him to make a sandcastle. He was interested in it but didn't like the sand on his hands. I think his dear friend Collin taught him that.

Kyle and I both had our backs to the water while we were building sand castles. A big wave came soaked us, and knocked Logan over. The water almost covered his whole body so he wasn't very happy. That ended our trip to the beach. We'll try again next week!

Mother's day morning was spent at church. Don't let Logan's sweet face fool you, he was a pure terror in Sacrament.

My family came over in the afternoon to celebrate

Brotherly Love?

Logan loves to hit, kick, shake, or poke Nixon's eyes out. On rare occasion Logan wants to hold his brother. I was lucky enough to get a picture of it........ ........and then Logan body slammed Nixon.

In a Pickle

This morning I needed to go to the LDS distribution center to pick up a few things. I got there 10 minutes before they opened and started unloading the kids. Nixon got put in the Bjorn and then I went to unload the stroller for Logan. So I opened the back of my car and out rolled the huge jar of pickles that I just bought at Sam's Club. Glass, pickles, and pickle juice were smashed all over the ground and me. How embarrassing right?! But no one was there yet, so I put Logan in the stroller and took a paper bag out of my car (that's all I had) and started picking up the mess.

Then a car drove up and I immediately got even more embarrassed. This older man dressed in a suit for work got out of his car and proceeded to help me pick up my pickles and glass. After we got it cleaned up I picked up the bag to throw it away, and since it was paper and the pickles were wet, everything fell out of the bottom. I wanted to die, but the man told me to leave it there and he would pick it up for me.

He asked the workers if they had a broom, dustpan, and trashcan to use and told me to buy my stuff. I bought everything I needed, meanwhile shoppers were lining up, making me feel really bad that he was going to have to wait in a long line. I got out to my car and he was just finishing cleaning up my mess.

So, as I'm thanking this man for helping me, Nixon throws up on me. Of course I didn't noticed it because I was too stressed out. The kind man told me I had throw up all over my leg. I thanked him again and wanted to die.

Keep in mind that I made a very poor decision this morning when I decided to not put on makeup, pulled my hair in a loose ponytail, and threw on some sweatpants and an old CSULB T-shirt.

Just before he walked away he asked me....."Do you need to replace these pickles?" I said I would get some the next time I went to the store. And this is the part that increased my embarrassment. He asked me, "Do you have enough money to replace them?"

I must have looked really bad!!!

I guess I was his service project for the day. Thank goodness for kind people.