Kitchen bowls and water

There is nothing quite like kitchen bowls, water and a happy baby.

Memorial Day, etc.

In the past few weeks I have:

1. Visited the grave cite of Heber C. Kimball, Little Man's namesake.

2. Visited the new statute of Rodney Badger at the Peace Officer's Memorial.   (Bruce peed on him in greeting.  I'm sure he saw it that way.)
3. Quit my job.  (This is a picture on my last day as a lawyer.)
4.  Made a fire truck cake.
5. Made a baby blessing cake.
6. Took Little Man to the park with Grandma Cyndy.
7. Had fun with Little Man at the park.
8. Watched little man eat the fence at the park.  (More interesting than watching the over-fed ducks at the park.  Fore more on the park, click here.)

Portland

Last week we went to Portland to see Aunt Amber get pinned--i.e. graduate (with honors, not too shabby) from the University of Portland with a nursing degree.  Turns out Kimball is a natural flyer.  He wanted to watch the takeoff from the window and then settled into his own seat to wait for his complimentary beverage.  

The pinning ceremony was one of the most un-boring graduations I have ever attended, and that includes my own.  Although, two hours of sitting was a little much for Little Man.  He got slightly annoyed when the ushers wouldn't let him stand in the corner in Mom's arms.  Well, at least Mom was annoyed.  Good thing Uncle Derek and lots of extra hands were there to entertain.  But overall, two thumbs up.  Congratulations, Amber.  We are so impressed and proud.

Before leaving Portland we had to check out the wonders of the Pacific Northwest and so took a hike in the city park.  It was Kimball's nap time and so he was less impressed than the rest of us.

Easter pictures!

Bryce's mom, Cyndy, and I took Little Man to get his Easter pictures in his new Easter outfit (Thanks to Nana for the new clothes). I also couldn't help getting a few shots in Kimball's Deron Williams jersey. Go Jazz!

Kimball likes what Dad likes

It turns out that good looks and redish hair aren't the only things Kimball got from his dad--try a love a sticky notes, computers and music!

Aunt Amber Rocks

Bryce's sister is an amazing knitter.  She knit Kimball a sweater which he wore for the first time this week on a walk.  Today we came home from a trip to Boise and found a present in our mailbox.  Kimball loves his new green socks!  They taste great!  (Amber, we are so amazed by your talent.  Thanks for sharing it with us.)

A boy and his toys

Kimball got a new toy this last week: a rainforest jumperoo.  (Yes, it's really called a jumperoo.  I didn't make that up.)  It makes all kinds of jungle noises when he bounces.  He loves it.  But his favorite toy is newspaper.

Christmas Pageant

Charlotte finally emailed me the pictures from our Christmas pageant so I was able to scrapbook them.  Char, let me know if you want to print copies.  Anyone else?

To Sleep or Not to Sleep

When Kimball started on solids there was one universal theme in the responses: "Oh good, now he'll sleep through the night."  "I loved it when ___ started; I got so much more sleep."  "They sleep so much better on solids."  

When Kimball started on solids he was already sleeping through the night.  I couldn't really imagine an improvement.  I also had no idea that we could regress.  A few weeks ago he started waking up once a night.  Last night after going down at 7:30, he woke up at 10:30, 12:30, 3:30 and then 6:30.  I felt like he was two months old again.  Will taking him off solids fix that?

The adventures of Bruce Wayne

Bruce still pees in the house.  I am pretty resigned that we may never cure him.  So Bryce and I do our best to never let him alone.  I often find myself in one room thinking, "Where's Bruce?" and leave what I am doing, sometimes with carrot peeler or spatula in hand to see where the dog actually is and whether I need to pull out the Resolve.  This morning I found him sitting on Kimball's clean laundry.  Oh well, at least he didn't pee on it.

Here is another picture of Bruce snuggled up to Kimball after he successfully rolled over.  He looks proud of himself, doesn't he.  I mean, Kimball.  Well, they both look pretty impressed with themselves.