Nice Day...

Nice days have been few and far between in Utah, so when we actually have one that falls on a weekend we take advantage.

Sam washing the car and breaking a few child labor laws in the process.

After the car washing fun all the kids cashed in their work tokens and got to go on a scooter ride around the glorious parking lot.
Bailey appears to not be having fun...
but I think she enjoyed it. At least that is what Sam said.
The remainder of the afternoon was spent racing scooters and cars up the sidewalk...
walking back and forth between the neighbors houses...
and relaxing with her little friends.

The night ended with some dinner out with friends while Uncle Quinn babysat. Bailey was less than happy going to bed in her crib so she found a new place of rest...
Thank goodness for reclining couches, remote controls and netflix, and Uncle Quinns.

Toy Box

We are still trying to figure out why we bothered to spend any money on Bailey toys because...

most days they rarely make it out of her toy box.
Instead they are used as dead weight so this little bug can push this box around the house.
She has us wrapped and I am pretty sure she knows it too.

Snack Time

This little lady will share her cheerios, but when you fill her snack bowl up with goldfish she will eat every last fishy herself...

well there will probably be some spilling involved...
as well as licking the bowl clean. She is Sam's child after all...
and then of course it is necessary to finish snack time by wearing your bowl,

because who doesn't love lots of crumbs in their hair?

Giant Strawberry...

I was feeling super lazy and decided instead of chopping up her strawberry into little pieces I would just hand her the whole thing and see what happened.

Well if this little lady has one strength it is definitely eating
(in case you couldn't tell by all of her chub rolls)
who needs molars when you have your six front teeth?
I dare you to try to rip that strawberry out of her hand!
She did such a good job the first day that I decided to continue on my lazy path.
I am almost positive it was a win win because beside the initial sour face and possible shock from the right out of the fridge cold she devoured the whole thing.
We stopped paying attention for two seconds and then noticed the strawberry was gone. We looked all over (her lap, the floor) and it was no where to be found. We handed her another one and then watched her eat every last piece.
I guess the kid loves strawberries!

Apple Genius

Bailey has taken over the ipad.
We thought she would get bored of looking at the front screen, but she sure showed us by figuring out how to slide her finger across and turn it on.

And now she could spend all day going in and out of apps. I am pretty sure we have created a monster.

A Change in Loyalty?

At the start of the BYU vs. University of Utah football game last fall Sam said he would cheer for Utah if they would just let him into their medical school.

Well folks, it looks like Sam is going to have to eat his words...

On Monday he got his official letter of acceptance to University of Utah's School of Medicine and accepted it.

We now have a ten year plan. And even if it literally is a ten year plus plan we will take it. Our ulcers of nerves can stop growing.

Congratulations Sam!!! We could not be more proud and excited for you!!!

And now I just may be able to make Sam get rid of a percentage of his BYU shirts' and that nasty Y hat! A girl can dream, right?

Bailey's Pink Ball

Usually when I ask to buy Bails a toy Sam immediately says no. However, when it is a toy that Sam can see himself playing with he quickly changes his mind. What kid doesn't want one of those balls in that huge cage at the grocery store? And the little boy in Sam couldn't resist, even if Boops did pick out the pink one.

She is already a pro at rolling it back and forth. And she just recently found her love for walking around the room with some help and kicking it.
This little lady has also found a love for pulling herself up to a stand on anything that wont buckle under the pressure of her weight. This mostly means the couch and her toy box if it is full of every last toy she owns.
She also becomes quite proud of herself as she walks along to steal remote controls and phones when Dad stops paying attention and puts them down.
I am also pretty sure she knows how to use my ipad and the apple tv just as well as me. I am not sure what we are growing here, but I am pretty sure she will be able to make fun of me sooner rather than later for not knowing how to work the next big wave of technology.