Why I'm Glad I'm Not a Professional Photographer

Holden and Jack are friends. You would not know they were friends based on this photo shoot. Before getting "the perfect shot" we had...
1 baby try to push the other off of the couch (P.S., Holden is very sorry for that, Jack)
2 babies try to crawl away
2 babies crying like we were trying to make them sit on nails together
1 baby give up and play dead
1 baby with a disproportionate amount of hair to the other baby (how do you think it would look if I just cut off some of Jack's hair and taped it to Holden's head?)
4 parents laughing hysterically at their children's woes

My Thoughts On The Bachelorette...

Seriously, Ed? Again with the little shorts? Once was bad enough, but twice? Where is your dignity (and your other swimsuit)? P.S. Sorry about the poor picture quality. The world might implode if Ed's little shorts were seen any more clearly.

The Difference 9 Months Can Make

According to babycenter.com, during the 9 months Holden spent in my gut, he grew from the size of this poppy seed To this pumpkin (and a big one at that).

That is a lot of growing. Those 9 months went by very slowly, thanks to his mother's ever growing belly and ever growing ankles to take the brunt of the growth.

During the 9 months Holden has spent outside my gut, he has grown from this

to this!

Holden has gone from being 8 lbs 15 oz and 21 inches at birth, to 21 lbs 11 oz (70th percentile) and 30 inches (95th percentile) at 9 months. That is also a lot of growing. This has gone by very quickly, thanks to lots of smiles and ever-present cuteness.

I am almost sure that each set of 9 months have had an equal amount of sleepless nights.

Yurt-Venture = Yurt-Saster

Now that I spend 90+ percent of my day at home, I expressed to my dear husband in the most mature of ways that perhaps it would do my psyche good to go away for the weekend (I believe pouting and the phrase "I never get to go ANYWHERE" were involved).


Since I could not get him to agree to the 16 hour drive to Mt. Rushmore (although I am working on it), we compromised by going to the small Central Utah town of Manti to stay in a Yurt. We also conned my sister and brother in law into going, promising all sorts of Yurt-citing things advertised on this particular campground's website, ie horseshoes, a miniature pony, and of course, the Yurt itself.

What is a Yurt, you may be asking yourself? I would tell you, but I am still a little sad/embarrassed that my exciting trip was such a Fail. Luckily, my sister, who writes for a living, documented all things Yurt on her blog. You can read about it here (and you should. it is funny. much funnier than I could explain it. like I said, writing is her JOB).

And the worst part? I saw no miniature pony....I did, however, see a whole bunch of dead bugs all over the bathroom counter. Ew.

Obligatory 4th Of July Post

Hey Everyone, it's Holden.
I thought I would take a minute to give you some highlights from my very first 4th of July.

It started with a "patriotic" breakfast. My mom decided it was patriotic because she put blueberries in my pancake. Then I went to my very first parade. The horn on the fire truck scared me, but the rest of the parade I was pretty indifferent about.

Except for when they gave me an American flag. I liked that.

In honor of our troops, I spent much of my day perfecting my Army crawl.

There was yummy dinner at my Grandma and Grandpa's house, but no photos taken there were worthy of blog immortality. The food was good, though.

And finally, my mom and dad celebrated their freedom by hanging the mandatory "white backed" curtains they had been avoiding for so long. So there you go, Homeowners Association, the world is now safe from the dangers of non white curtains. You can rest easy at night once again.

Hope you all enjoyed the 4th as much as I did!

Love, Holden