Carson is 3!

How did this happen? How is my little baby 3 and walking and talking (and sometimes talking back)? I'll look at his little baby pictures and I can't believe how big he is. I know most moms say this - but it's true.

He got donuts in the morning, as tradition. Then we threw Carson a pirate themed party. We had it up at Karl's parents house and invited a bunch of family. I made an awesome pirate cake. We got bandanas, eye patches, and mustaches and made everyone look the part for the scavenger hunt (that picture will be coming later). It was a pretty dang good bash. I also thoroughly enjoyed talking like a pirate all night long - scallywag, scurvy dog, land lubber, etc.

Oh - and I also made awesome invitations. I can't find it at the moment - but they were full of pirate lingo. I burnt the edges and crinkled them up to make them look old.

Carson is becoming quite the bed time procrastinator. He comes up with all sorts of excuses and knows how to butter me up with his little grin and saying "I love you mommy" and "Stay with me...just a little bit". Last night he came to find me and told me there was a monster ghost lion in his room.

He is also extremely sweet. The day after his birthday I woke up to him scratching my head and rubbing my hair gently. When I looked up at him he just said "You're welcome." Oh, I was thinking - my son is so sweet. Then I looked at the clock...5:30 am on a Saturday. No, you're welcome was not the appropriate thing to say.

Jessie's Wedding

So I think I'm starting to lose my blog juice...mojo...motivation. I just don't ever really feel like doing it. But - I feel it important since I keep no other kind of journal.

We went up to Utah to see my little sister Jessie get married. I had planned on going up and tying bows or something till 2 am - but she pretty much had it all under control. I think the day before my wedding I was running around town in crazy mode trying to get everything done. I don't think I even remembered the tables would need centerpieces till the day before my wedding. So us girls got to relax a bit (pedicure, shopping) while the boys went to play paintball.

The wedding went great and the reception was beautiful. Jessie had her three sisters and a friend as bridesmaids. Both my older sisters are pregnant right now (obviously pregnant). It was a little depressing when people would say "Now, which two of you are pregnant." C'mon...really? I know people were probably trying to not offend by guessing, but each time I'd have to suck it in a little bit more. In my defense, the dress was an empire waist and pretty loose around the stomach...so maybe they couldn't quite tell at first glance. My poor sisters had the unfortunate event of having their bellies rubbed by the majority of people that came through the line.


My friend Erica came down to the reception so we could catch up for a few minutes. She brought her new little chunky baby boy - so cute. She also got to see Carson being a crazy (he was a little stir crazy after sitting through wedding events). Erica - I know you are reading this. I promise he is a very sweet boy and not always out of control.


Anyway, the wedding was great and we all had a lot of fun. It was beautiful weather in Utah - hot to some but to us AZ'ers it was a nice reprieve. I am glad Jessie is so happy and we are excited to have Tyson in our family! Here are a few pictures.

It's Getting Hot in Here

Usually the blog title is one of the hardest things for me to write. I always want it to be clever...usually I fail (just go back and read some titles...wait, don't). Anyway, as i approached this post, this blog title came to me way too quickly. Perhaps I should be worried that a song such as this is so near my cognitive surface. And if you are now humming the tune...perhaps you should be worried too.

ANYWAY...

It is warming up in Phoenix - the hellish part of the year has begun. Our church building is old and the AC is awful. As I've been serving in primary the last two years (just released...tear) I've come to learn that the Primary room is one of the worst rooms - temp wise. It's like a torture chamber/hot box. And trying to do sharing time while being self conscious about the sweat dripping off your brow and trying to never lift your arms too high isn't fun. They are supposed to be working on our AC so hopefully it cools down soon.

On Sunday, it was really hot at church. During sacrament meeting, I was fanning myself with the program (which always makes me envision myself as a southern bell and I begin to talk with a thick Georgian accent - "Pass me that hymnal won't ya darlin' "). Carson was being a bit of a pill and as I took him out, the lobby was even hotter. I felt like I was walking into a sauna. At the end of sacrament meeting, the Bishop got up and said that the chapel was the coolest in the building and it was still uncomfortably hot. So they canceled the rest of our meetings and sent us all home. My first response was gratitude. I was so glad I didn't have to sweat it out for two more hours...in my new cute dress I might add.

As we were driving away, blasting the AC, I started to feel like a pansy. I am sure there are hundreds of church buildings all over the world that just don't have AC. So I guess I'll be grateful I was saved the suffering...but also remember that I'm blessed to have a church building at all.

To come - my little sister's wedding and Carson's birthday. Karl is taking some computer software classes and is basically on our computer all night every night. So it will be a little bit before I find a second to transfer pictures.