emmett-isms - february

**I've seen multiple friends do this, and I think it's time I start recording Emmett's hilarious lines. I will add them throughout the month and publish it at the end. I haven't been very good at keeping them, so this is a compilation of the past few months, but i intend to publish one each month :) They might only be funny to me, so I apologize - but I want to keep record of these cute little thoughts.
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At dinner tonight Emmett pointed at the sour cream container that was was spotted in cow print and said "'zat come from cows?" and I said "yes actually that does come from cows. Cool huh?". Then he glanced around the table and spotted the tub of Country Crock margerine (exact same size but beige) and said, "'zat come from brown cows?" 

Emmett came running into the house one morning yelling "Dad's car on fire!!" He seemed pretty adamant about it so I told Jared he better go check it out. Turns out it was his exhaust, visible in the cold morning air :) When Jared went out to leave for school Emmett yelled, "GET INSIDE right now!! There's a fire! GET. IN. SIDE!!!

Emmett was watching Daniel Tiger and a scene came on where all the kids were happily swinging on a swingset. Emmett all the sudden yells "They're so happy!!!! Yay!!! Yay for you kids!!!"


C (Me): Emmett come snuggle with me
E: I can't. I'm busy right now


E: Mom, can we watch Mickey Mouse?
C: Sure love, we can watch whatever you want.
E: (gets a calculating look)  Can we watch a bad show?


C: (Pours too many flakes into the fish's bowl) Oh shoot! Henry's gonna die!
E: Why he's gonna die mom? Why he's going die?!?


C: Oh Emmers, I adore you
E: (Incredulously) Me, Spiderman?? You adore me, spiderman? (He's calling himself spiderman, not me. These days he rotates identities of Fireman Sam, Iron Man, Hulk, and Spiderman :)


Aunt Kirsten: (While Jared is gone at basketball) Do you play basketball?
E: My Daddy plays backet-ball
K: But have you ever played?
E: Never a-fore

when life hands you lemons

I am so grateful for your comments on  my last post. After I published it, I was a little nervous and thought "maybe that was a little TOO real for the blogosphere"...  then I didn't get any comments for awhile and was like "uh oh". So it was reassuring to read many of you feel the same way some days (or even some hours)

I've come to realize that many moms have these same feelings of inadequacy, a feared inability to keep up with the supermom next door. Or sometimes on the next blog. Or facebook page.

I'm sure I'm guilty of it as well. We use these blogs as our record keeping. What do we want to remember? The good times - those moments our hearts are overflowed with joy. So that's what we write about. And generally leave out the 70% in between when we're pulling our hair out and chasing our toddler down the street while he rides away on his Lightning Mcqueen scooter in nothing but a diaper (oh that's just me? awesome).

This isn't his scooter, but close enough

There is nothing wrong with being positive and sharing our happiest experiences. Yet the problem lies when you look at everyone else's lives and ONLY see the wonderful things. Then you look around your messy house, realize you're still in your pajamas, and your self esteem takes a minor blow.

Soooo my point is, why do we do this to each other? We're not doing it intentionally, but it seems so many of us feel this competition to maintain our supermom statuses. To prove that we've got this mom thing under control. Stepford husband? Check. Barefoot Contessa quality dinner on the table at 5? Check. Perfectly behaved toddler in his meticulously clean Gap clothes? Check.  Sound familiar? And the reality is... no one has this mom thing under control. It's a continual work in progess, but most of the time I enjoy the journey.

In fact, I'd like to take this moment to share a little story about my shower the other day :) Speaking of things I'd like to remember, I think I'll get a kick out of this a few years down the road:

 Here I was, trying to hurry and wash the shampoo out of my hair before the hot water ran out. Mind you Emmett was in the shower with me, as he usually is. So I close my eyes and start scrubbing the shampoo out of my hair, and all sudden "WAHHHH!", Emmett starts screaming in pain. So I open my eyes to see he's taken my Head and Shoulders, tried to apply it to his own head like Mom, and it has subsequently ran down his head and into his eyes. So I hurry and grab a washcloth, help him dry all the stinging shampoo from his eyes.
Once the crisis has been successfully averted, I return once again to the task of removing the remains of shampoo from my own hair. I turn around to kick the hot water up a titch, turn back towards Emmett... and what do I see? He's gotten a hold of my razor and is shearing his beautiful golden locks like a sheep!!
(Yes this is the cheap disposable razor that doesn't seem to  even work when applied to my leg hair)
I frantically grabbed the razor from his hands and assess the damage, almost in tears. His hair!!! (I had already made sure his scalp had no injuries of course). LUCKILY he has SO much hair, when it's all laid down, you can't see the couple of bald chunks he crazily removed from his own head.
Needless to say the shower ended as quickly as possible.

I'd like to say this event was a rare, one time occassion. But that would be a lie. In fact, I'm feeling pretty generous tonight so I'm going to share one more "Emmett-capade".

Just the other day Emmett decided to run out front in nothing but his birthday suit and his black slip-on dress shoes. (I'm laughing out loud now just recalling this situation). I was calling after him humorously "HEY! Get BACK HERE!!". And he thought it was hilarious. So he just kept standing outside our window on the porch. taunting me, laughing at his own hilarity. I was worn out and figured "eh, there's no one out front right now and he's just on the porch... it'll be fine for a minute". (At this point he's climbed up on the little bistro table on the porch and is beating on the window screaming and laughing himself silly) Then I hear it. Laughter. Lots of it. Coming from next door. And we're talking the non LDS, tattooeed family with a bunch of twenty-somethings next door. So I feel a little embarrassed and figure I should probably at least put a diaper on the kid.
I grab a diaper, head outside, and of course when Emmett sees me he scrambles down off the table and tries to take off running (which causes the group hanging out in the front yard next door to laugh louder). So I scoop him up, carry him inside, and lay him down to strap that sucker on him. And whaddya know, that wiggle worm wrestles his way free, and goes tearing back out front in his birthday suit (and dont forget the dress shoes, they're still on) squealing in delight. Of course my audience next door erupts even louder. and at this point all I can do is smile, wave, and take a bow. I didn't reeeeally take a bow, but you know what I mean.

Pretty much, my life is fun(ny?). Crazy, but fun. There's never a dull moment in this casa.

kah-mo! kah-mo!

That's about all we hear anymore. Emmett has inherited Jared's deep blue blood. He is Cosmo the Cougar's #1 fan. And I'm not exaggerating, I really think he might be. He wants to wear his "cougar shirt" ALL the time. Like he once wore (and slept) in it for three days straight, then still threw a fit when I made him take it off to be laundered. And anything that's navy blue is "Cougar".
Whenever we go to any type of BYU sporting event, he runs like a madman screaming Cosmo's name throughout the entire duration - needless to say I don't usually see very much of the games.

Last weekend we decided to take him to the football team's spring scrimmage. He had a blast running the stadium full speed screaming for Cosmo. Most people we passed started laughing - I don't blame them!

                                                            (Of course we paused to check out the snow plow)

"Kah-mooooo!!"

We train 'em young :)

day 20: a favorite photo

I can't decide what my favorite part of this picture is. The sandals, the (lack of) shorts, that I
have the exact same haircut as Emmett, or the fact that Brandon looks exactly the same!!

walk a mile in someone else's shoes

Emmett takes that phrase seriously. Although it's not a mile. It's usually like 10 feet. Or until he has gotten a satisfactory reaction out of Jared and I.

It's common these days for Emmett to come wandering down the hall in a pair of one of our shoes, big grin on his face. He doesn't like to return to the same pair twice. Repetition gets boring right? Plus he likes to keep his style fresh. It's not always limited to just Jared and I's though. If your shoes are lying anywhere in the vicinity, they're fair game - but not always on the right feet.

The funny thing about the following pictures is that I haven't purposely been collecting them. I was just organizing some pictures tonight and realized there was a common theme! These have all been taken in the past few months.

My high heels are his favorite (and mine too because there's nothing cuter than watching him shuffle around like a little chinese lady in them) I'm actually on the phone in the background, trying to take the video discreetly since he gets camera shy :)

Buzz Lightyear has to have boots (taken on ipod, sorry)

The day my new running shoes came in the mail. He was kind enough to break them in for me (ipod again).

Okay so these aren't shoes but I couldn't leave them out! Those are MY tights. Yes, somehow those things miraculously stretch and cover my legs on Sundays. Emmett brought them to me and wanted to try them on- so after LOTS of bunching, we were successful! He ran around in them and got quite a kick out of it!

Feeling the wonder of Uggs

Looking dapper in Aunt Kendalls oxfords

Running from the camera in someones (Kendalls?) boots

I know there's more somewhere I haven't included, but you get the idea. The man is a shoe fiend!

the curious case of the poopy screwdriver

Last week I had quite the experience... I doubt I'll ever forget this one, but it's goin down in the books just in case!

It started out a day just like any other - Emmett and I were going about our morning routine. I fed him breakfast, checked my email while he caught up on a little Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, and did some quick picking up. Not too long after, Emmett did his business (if ya know what I mean), and I gathered the changing supplies. After the diaper had been changed, I set it right next to the door. *NOTE: I normally ALWAYS take poopy diapers outside immediately because I hate having that smell lingering around the house. But on this particular day it was freezing and I wasn't dressed - so I figured it would be okay for 10 minutes while I jumped in the shower

15 minutes later...

Emmett and I had finished showering/bathing. I threw a diaper on him and sent him back out to the living room to play and watch Disney while I got dressed.

3 minutes later...

I've thrown on some clothes and I walk back into the bathroom to get ready for the day. I hear Emmett yanking at something in the hallway and shrieking in escalating frustration. I find that he's dropped his toy screwdriver into a shapesorter toy and can't get it to come back out (imagine that). So I assuage his little outburst, explain that I'll get it out and everything will be okay, and pull it out for him. Only when I hand it back to him....I notice the tip of the screwdriver is covered in some type of brown substance. Is that chocolate? What is it? Where did it come from?  
Then I proceed to do what any mom of a toddler would do... bring it to my nose and sniff. Whoa. Definitely not chocolate. Definitely poop, and I'm feeling that rising wave of repulsion in my stomach. Had he touched it? Did he go the bathroom again? He must have. And he must have stuck the screwdriver down into it... I pull his diaper and take a peek in the back, only to find he's clean as a whistle.

Lightbulb!

Then I remember! I didn't set his diaper outside! I jump up and run back out to living room, where I'm stopped dead in my tracks. My entire living room floor is scattered with turds. I stand there calculating what this means: He definitely had touched it. Did he put any in his mouth? What should I do? ... Oh no! Emmett's walking back out here, I have to hurry and get this cleaned up before he steps on one and smashes it into my carpet!
I quickly grab a wipe and start using it to gather up the scattered pieces of poop. As I'm frantically picking them up, while simultaneously keeping on eye on Emmett's feet to avoid disaster - my eye catches something.

What is that?...

Emmett is constantly getting into the xbox drawer of our tv stand and playing with the controllers. He loves taking off the battery compartment and emptying out the batteries, then replacing them and closing it back up. Only today I notice the battery he's putting back in has poop smeared all down it.
Are you serious? I've already been on the verge of throwing up, and now this?
I get a new wipe and use it to take the battery and compartment from his hand. As I'm wiping the battery down a thought occurs to me. He was in the middle of the putting the battery in - had any poop gotten on the inside?

I peer down into the little compartment

Actual vomit. Rising up in my throat. The good news is the sides hadn't been streaked with poop as I was afraid of. The bad news is - the slots for batteries had been replaced with packed Emmett-poop. My mind reeled, picturing what had happened.
Emmett had taken out the batteries, picked up a turd (or two?) and dropped it down into the little cylinder. But apparently it didn't drop down as far as he pleased, because he then proceeded to take the aforementioned battery and ramrod it back down the cylinder - successfully packing his poop in the bottom half of the tube.

Jared was going to kill me.

"Sorry hunny, the controller doesn't work anymore. The battery compartment is packed with poop."

I swallowed down the bile that was rising in my throat, and forced myself to act. And by "act" I mean layed a paper towl on the counter, placed the poop compartment on it, then posted my dilemma on facebook asking other people I should do. (unfortunately out of the 15 comments I received, none offered any words of wisdom, but all found laughter in my traumatizing predicament). I couldn't even muster up a plan of action - How would I get it out of that little deep hole? Could the thing even get wet? Was it ruined?

So I made my own decision.

That poop compartment would remain there untouched until Jared got home from school. (Mostly because I didn't want to touch it, but also because I knew he would not fully understand my description of it being "packed with poop" until he saw it for himself.

* I also would like to note the my feelings during this whole scenario went like this: repulsion upon finding the screwdriver, despair and verge of tears when picking up the scattered poop from the living room, then hysterical laugh-out-loud laughter to point of actual tears while deliberating a plan of action for poop-pod. (It cannot be said whether the last stage was characterized more by the laughter or the tears).

Long story short

Jared returned home that evening, took a look at the specimin - and too started laughing until his eyes watered. What had inspired our baby to do this?! In a matter of minutes?!

24 hours later, after a long soak in hot water and some intervention with toothpicks and rubber gloves.... the compartment was rid of poop (for the record, Jared did the dirty work. That's how much he loves that xbox).

...Buuuut we still couldn't stand to think about it. So it sat on the counter for another 24 hours.

I'm glad to report - today the controller is poop-free and working like a champ. I, on the other hand, have learned Emmett is capable of even more than I gave him credit for in 3 minutes time (and that's saying a lot - I know this little rascal and stay on top of him like a hawk).

I will leave you with this:

The curious case of the poopy screwdriver?? Never solved. We will never know the fate that poor little Black & Decker suffered. But I will certainly have the aftermath ingrained into my memory forever. :-)

find your look

I've been reading a couple chapters of Tina Fey's autobiography Bossypants when I get in bed at night. I end up giggling to myself, by the light of my booklight, like a crazy person. Sounds a little creepy I know. But just let me just give you a tiny taste and you'll understand.

"It can't be said enough. Don't concern yourself with fashion; stick to simple pieces that flatter your body type. 
By 19, I had found my look. Oversize T-shirts, bike shorts, and wrestling shoes. To prevent the silhouette from being too baggy, I would cinch it at the waist with my fanny pack. I was pretty sure I would wear this look forever. The shirts allowed me to express myself with cool sayings like 'There's No Crying in Baseball' and 'Universtat Heidelberg', the bike shorts showed off my muscular calves, and the fanny pack held all my trolley tokens. I was nailing it on a daily basis. Find something like this for yourself as soon as possible." 

Do you see the type of invaluable information this book has to offer? Love it. That Tina Fey and I share our sense of fashion. However, when I went through that phase I was only about 8 years old. (Though I must say, thanks to the cycle of fashion, today's trends are not too far off the mark).

he enjoys being a... boy?

The other morning I was curling my hair, and I gave in and took the cabinet lock off one of the lower cabinets for Emmett. This way I could actually have a solid 10 minutes to do my thing and Emmett would stay near so I could keep a close eye. This cabinet only holds harmless things like hair tools, accessories, and nailpolish (only semi-safe in Emmett's case) - so I figured it would be a great place for him to "organize".
Little did I know... organizing is exactly what he planned to do. I looked down a few minutes later and beheld this sight.

He had taken my nailpolishes out one by one and was arranging them in perfect order. Can't you just see his focus? Notice the headband as well. He loves his headbands. I thought it was so hilarious.

Yep, that's our boy. Macho enough to be hangin out shirtless with a skull-n-crossbones tattoo on his chest, yet confident enough to be sporting a nice hair accessory and organizing the beauty products. Perfection at its finest.

Brusha Brusha Brusha

Most people that know me well, know that I am a stickler for teeth. I brush multiple times a day and my Sonicare toothbrush is one of my favorite possessions. I can't stand to be awake for more than 15 minutes without having my teeth brushed, and won't even kiss my own husband before my pearly whites are fresh and clean!

Jared will attest that I am the teeth nazi. I harp on him morning and night making sure he remembered to brush (sometimes he forgets), and I call him out when I can tell he ended the 2 minute cycle prematurely on the Sonicare I bought him.

So while looking through an old picture album this morning, I couldn't help but laugh when I came across this

and this

                                        Apparently my obsession started at a very young age.

I think a little bit of divine intervention came into play when I was born with that trait, because God knew that I would also be the world's biggest sweet tooth.

Guilty.

Funny how things work out, huh?

Night at the Museum

A couple months ago my cousin and his wife came and visited. They have a little boy, Kale, who is only about a year older than Emmett and we thought it would be a good opportunity to check out the Dinosaur Museum. It was awesome, and both boys had a blast. They had so many neat activities/exhibits geared specifically towards kids (Emmett was a little young to do them, but he still loved watching all the other kids).

Turns out the largest dinosaur found to date was discovered here in Utah by BYU students! It's called the Supersaurus and it was hum-on-gous. I had to take multiple pictures to try to capture it.

There's the head.. wayyyy down there

There's little us standing under it's body

I could have sworn I took one of it's tail too. But it's tail stretched about equally long as its neck and went clear to the other side of the room (which had to be almost the length of a football field!)

This area had Jared so excited he was just about skipping. It was a replica that showed how land naturally forms as a result of the water (Dams, springs, etc).  In fact in the picture above he was just mid-sentence in telling me "See Cassie, and this right here is what engineers are for". He got a little bashful afterward because he didn't know I was snapping a picture. haha!

And I just couldn't help but snap a picture of this... Some historian must have got a little bored and decided to add a little excitement to the place!

The Case of the Missing Remote

One day our TV remote mysteriously disappeared from the living room. Of course [for Jared] this was a travesty. We turned the living room upside down, looked in every nook and cranny, and still no sign of it. We both swore we saw it sitting right on the ottoman 10 minutes before. Confused, we finally gave up and brought out the remote from our bedroom. They're both Comcast remotes so they work interchangeably.

A couple days went by...still no remote.

Finally one afternoon, Jared was out in the living room watching TV. Emmett was buzzing around, getting into the DVD cabinets as usual. Then it happened.

Jared saw Emmett come over and take the remote (the 2nd one), and head back toward to the TV stand with it. Determined not to lose our last and only remote, Jared kept his eyes on him. He saw Emmett lean his arm as far as he could into the TV stand.... and strategically slide the remote behind the xbox.


Note: I attempted to recreate this for a picture, so it's a toy instead of the remote


A couple minutes later, Jared needed the remote so he got up and pulled the xbox forward, where he found not one, but TWO remotes!

Apparently we found the little mans secret hiding place.

Now I know where to look when my keys go missing again...

Oldie but Goodie

These pictures are a couple months old, but still deserve a post!

One day while I was housesitting for my parents, Emmett was exhausted but would not go to sleep. And they don't have a rocking chair in the house, which is how he's used to winding down. It was snowing outside so it was too cold to take him for a walk. Sooo desperate times called for desperate measures. I got out the stroller, strapped him in, and started walking a continuous loop of the main floor of the house.

He started out like this...

And 15 minutes later he looked like this



The position he's in just says it all. He was spent! 

March Madness

What can I say, I'm gifted

At BYU the Engineering Society has a blog that has all the announcements for the engineering students. Every week it posts a new game from addictinggames.com.  A couple weeks ago, the game happened to be "Potty Racers", which consists of a little stick figure that pushes over an outhouse, rides it down a hill/ramp, and tries to get the most distance possible.
Jared had been sitting there playing this game for about half an hour while I was making dinner. I finally said "Hand it over, let me show you how it's done." On my third try, the little stick figure soared up past the sky, past the stars, past the planets, then came back down to the road eventually .... where it continued to race at full speed for the next TWENTY minutes. We left it up while we ate dinner, and lo and behold, when we finished eating... she was still going strong.

I'm pretty sure Jareds high score was like 16,000. Can we just look at mine for a second? 1,804,267!!

We finally stopped her out of impatience. Supposedly the Engineering Society gives a prize to the highest score each week. I know it would have been me. But Jared said he didn't know how to submit the score. I think secretly he was just jealous. Guess we'll never know what I could have won... He tried to pass it off like I "must have found a glitch". But I know the truth.
I am the Potty Racing Queen.

Hmmm...

I saw the most "interesting" discussion earlier on Good Things Utah (Utahs version of The View) that I couldn't help but post about it. They advertised the segment by saying "Stay tuned to see what addiction women are struggling with - the equivalent of pornography for women." So I'm thinking... shopping? tanning? working out? You know, the normal addictive behaviors for women.

Turns out their guest speaker was talking about reading. At first they began by saying "romance novels" (which would make more sense), but upon further clarification they explained they meant books like Twilight. She was crazy! She went on to say how women are getting addicted to being "turned on" by Edward, to the point that they are holding their spouses up to an impossible standard, and even failing to get turned on in their real life relationship anymore. Wow. wow. I don't know who the people are that led to this lady being on the air, but they must be some unbelievable Twi-hards.

Her thesis was that men are very visual and women are emotional, therefore reading is our porn.

THEN she said we should moderate how much we let our children read, in order to prevent them from getting unrealistic expectations about life and relationships, and to prevent them from getting turned on at too young of an age.

Here is my argument with this whole ludicrous theory:
We might as well ban every romantic movie ever made for "giving girls unrealistic perceptions of life." Ladies probably shouldn't have fantasized about Clark Gable all those years ago, considering it supposedly has such ramifications in marriages.

I just couldn't believe what I was hearing. haha. Forget about enchancing your literary knowlege, increasing your vocabulary, cultivating yourself, and learning the power of creativity and imagination... apparently reading is something that we should limit for our children these days. I am all for censoring the content of what they are reading, but other than that I will fully encourage reading in our home. I would so much prefer my children read than waste their life away in front of a TV or video game.

Anyway, I just got a kick out of that interview and thought I would share!

*In the defense of Good Things Utah, the show is not normally so odd and I enjoy watching it. They just happened to have a special guest on today :-)

Basketball Mania

I'm currently typing to you via my (*our) brand new dell laptop, freshly out of the box. And I'm stoked about it. You should see our old one. It's pathetic really (and it shouldnt be, it's only 2 years old). But obviously we didn't take that great of care of it. The shift key is completely missing (thanks to Emmett). I just press the little stub where the key used to be when I capitalize something. lol. The CD drive is crooked and doesnt play discs. There are scratches on the casing, and last time I tried to print something, the silver plug part of the usb adapter decided it wanted to stay in the port when I removed the cord (and thus jamming it for any future use).

Basically, this new computer has been a long time coming. And it is glorious.

There has been a lot of sports mania going on in our house lately, and I felt it would be an injustice in the record keeping of our life if I didn't include it.

Jared and I went to the BYU vs UNLV game last weekend, and had a blast cheering on "The Jimmer Team". Let's be honest, the screaming masses in the arena don't even realize the rest of the team exists. I felt bad for them when they all ran out onto the court for their introduction. It went like this:  "And now Ladies and Gentleman, what you've all been waiting for.... JIMMMMMMER!" (as a picture of his face flashes onto all four sides of the jumbotron, and the digital word display down on the court is constantly running the word "JIMMER!!!" I almost expected the announcer to add as a hushed, side note "oh yeah, and the rest of the Cougars".

Seriosuly all this hype about him is hilarious. He is the KING of Provo. Someone made an ENORMOUS cut-out of Jimmers face and people were passing it back and forth in the stands. You just see the giant Jimmer head surfing the waves. Cosmo caught a glimspe of it, and came and got it so we were lucky enough to also witness the giant jimmer face run all the way down from the top of the arena to the bottom, where it was then paraded around the basketball court while everyone chanted his name. (You know how everyone always yells "SCORE-BOARD, SCORE-BOARD" in that deep monotone chant? Yeah it's been replaced with "JIM-MER, JIM-MER".

If all of that isn't enough, check out this article written on ESPN. This is what happens when a girl in Provo tries to go against the masses. Rebellion. But really, who does she think she is?

On top of it, Jerry Sloan throwing in the towel for the Jazz has really had Jared in a tizzy. Last night, as soon as Jared caught word, he went crazy searching every article, opinion, commentary, etc he could find about the situation while simultaneously playing ESPN on the TV. I finally went and layed down with Emmett and ended up falling asleep.

Jared came in around midnight and said "What are you doing? Get out here and watch something with me." Then he followed it up with "I just want a little Cassie time."

I begrudgingly dragged myself out of bed and was like "oh, I'm so glad to know it's Cassie time now that it's midnight and I can't keep my eyes open. Because from 10:30 until now it's been 'Jerry' time."

Jared just laughed and acknowledged he "got a little carried away".

Story of my life. LoL

*Update: Jared just read my post and feels it was unfair that I forgot to mention he was at school from 7:30 am to 9:30 pm that day. And that he was "distraught" and that he "feels like his childhood dog just died". So take that into account as you form your opinion of this post :-)

Thank You Napoleon

This morning I had to take Emmett in for another round of shots. The appointment happened to be scheduled right when it was time for him to go down for a nap, so he was sleepy and irritable already. I felt like such a bad mom forcing him to get dressed and get buckled in his carseat (not to mention get stuck with needles) when he kept rubbing his tired, red eyes. I promised him I'd give him a special surprise for being such a good boy.

He was so sad when they gave him his shots (I think the tiredness exacerbated it), that I left feeling like I was in need of a good treat too. Fortunately, his Pediatrician is located right next to Kneaders Bakery- one of my favorite places ever! I quickly decided this was definitely a Kneaders day.

Everytime I go, I stare into the dispay case longingly at the Napoleon, but it's not Jared's type of dessert so we end up getting something else we both enjoy and share it. Look at this picture and you'll see what I mean

Layers of flaky crust filled with cream. It is the perfect consistency for Emmett to share too! So we ordered one to go and went home.

Emmett got his promised surprise...

And turns out we found the cure for "post-vaccines-sad-baby" syndrome!

After filling that cute little belly with a few bites of tasty Napoleon, Em finally drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Ahhh, my gratitude Napoleon, for making a happy baby AND mommy.

Texters Anonymous

Is there such a thing? Cause Emmett has a problem, and is in desperate need of a support group. It's an addiction.

"Get off my back, ok?! That message was URGENT!!!"

Ah yes, same old story. Keep your eyes and ears open and let me know if you hear of any Texters anonymous meetings around the Utah County vicinity.

Worse case scenario: Maybe e-trade is looking for a new spokesperson.... (or is it spokes-baby?)

Look what I found...

Emmett's exersaucer has a mirror on one of the toys on it that is supposed to be a pond. He's never paid particular attention to it, but the other day I turned around in the kitchen and saw this:

HE FOUND IT!!

 His head was bent down so low I couldn't even see his face and his nose was basically pressed up against the mirror. He was in awe of the magic face staring back at him down there :-)

Hahaha Oh Emmett...

Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

Jared, Cassie and Emmett (AKA Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia and Yoda) partied hardcore in honor of Halloween.

Leia and Yoda ate way too many Sugar cookies, "Mummy" dogs, and other Halloween goodies. Okay well maybe just Leia. But Yoda got a taste of frosting at least!

Some visitors from Planet Naboo (AKA Josh and Natalie) even showed up for the occasion.

It was a wonderful celebration, and everyone was quite surprised at Yoda's ability to party with the best of them. He even played a little Rock Band (backup dancer action)!

Happy Halloween from our Galaxy to yours!!