my new favorite

I've got to get around to finally hanging things on our walls. This just might be the first thing hung.

the good ones

Outtakes

Cooper's growing faster than some weeds! The kid is already in size 2 diapers and 3-6 month clothes (he's not even 6 weeks old). As I try to capture these two, I'm loving my camera (I'm so grateful for digital). There are plenty of days when I take WAY too many photos, like yesterday. Here are some funny ones, I can't wait to work on the great shots - some turned out fabulous. So excited.

Dad calls him Whitey

Okay, that isn't true, but he does like to talk about how white he is.

Unfortunately the differences in Cooper (top) and Guy (bottom) aren't as clear on the blog as in the real photos side by side, but I can still see it (mostly in the skin) . . . :)

Too much hair?

At least five or six times we've had to ungrasp Cooper's hand from his hair. He loves holding on to things, and weaving his fingers into anything he can.

Last week at the doctor's office the nurses told me that this 11 lb. 4 oz. baby is bigger than every two month old that was in their office that day. The sad thing about that is that it's looking like Guy's clothes may not work too well seasonally. All of Guy's winter stuff will probably fit Cooper in the middle of the summer. Some of his cute 0-3 month stuff is already getting pretty tight. Since we aren't planning on moving south of the equator anytime soon, I guess I'll have to supplement the wardrobe.

Jimmer Fever

If you know who he is, how do you not have it? BYU's been fun to watch this year--and Jimmer isn't the only reason, but he sure is amazing.

My generous parents kindly offered Rob and me use of their 11th row tickets to BYU's last home game of season last weekend. I probably said yes to my dad faster than he finished making the offer. Knowing that Rob would kindly humor with the request that he join me for one game. I figure one game a year won't hurt him (and I know he'd even go to more without even making me beg). I also thought, though, that it would be fun to take Guy to his first game, so I figured that he could move in between our laps (since I have most of mine back now) and it would be no big deal. Then I learned that 2 year olds require tickets. ?!? We were just a few weeks too late.

I gave Rob a few options: we could go and leave the boys with my folks (another very generous offer), buy an extra ticket for Guy, or I could just take Guy. Rob quickly jumped at the last option. So, I did the "dad thing" :) - and took my boy to his first basketball game.

It was fantastic.

Guy LOVED it. It was nap time when we headed down, so I was a little afraid of how it would all pan out, but it couldn't have been better. Before getting to our seats I bought a bag of popcorn, and then we headed in - in time to see all the pre-game senior honors and all that.

For a while now he's known "miss" and "yea" when a ball either goes in, or doesn't. We've got a way to go before he distinguishes between teams, but we're on the right path because when asked his favorite color is consistently blue (and that was never even prompted). But he watched and clapped, and devoured almost a whole bag of popcorn by himself.

And I had a great time. With Guy, and watching the game.

Every day since that game Guy has asked for basketball. I tell him we'll go again sometime, and we definitely will. It's kind of fun to think that his first basketball game was Jimmer's last game at BYU.

Go Cougs! . . . and thanks, Dad and Mom.With 4 min. left of the game, Guy was saying "All done." So we did head out pretty quickly after the game ended. On the way out, though, we watched the "fun mess" of confetti and the party on the court. Guy talked about it the whole way home. Not the most flattering photo of Guy, but the best I could do while holding him and taking the photo.

some photos

See those things? . . . yeah, they are blue--for now. We'll see what pans out, but I'd be lying if I didn't say I'm shocked. So far they've gone from gray to blue but I'm trying not to get my hopes up. Things are going pretty well, but there's never a dull moment, right? Our latest "excitement" is thrush for Cooper, and, well, the nursing yeast infection that goes along with that for me--ouch, times two. Lucky us, right? In five days things should be better, so here's hoping.

Overall, though, recovery has been SO MUCH better than last time, and I'm truly grateful. Otherwise, I don't know how I'd do it with two.