Learning to Roll, By Baxter L. Anderson

He is now 3.5 months old and getting to be such a joy. He goes to bed at 8 and wakes up at 8ish with only one night feed. This is when they start getting cute!

LOST....

Cedric will know why I titled this LOST, but I am anything but lost.  I am on my couch in my house listening to Scout call "mom, mom, mom, mom, mom" from her bed room.  When I go to see her she has her blankie over her face and starts to dance.  Then I ask her WHAT!  She just starts to babble trying to find a good reason for calling me into her room for the one hundredth time in 15 minutes.  It always comes down to "I have to go potty."  I say ok, then she sits, smiles and doesn't go.  Is staying up really worth just sitting on the pot?  For a two year old I guess it is.  It just doesn't seem as exciting to me.  Maybe if I had her outlook on life I would love to just sit on the pot?  I don't know, and never will, and that is ok with me:)  Hey, it is quiet now!  Just in case any of you out there miss her, here are some pictures of THE SCOUT.  I love her!

This is a picture after her first American Idol try out.  She didn't understand why Randy kept calling her dog.  Hollywood will have to wait for her.  I think she has decided to join some sort of revolutionary group for kids who have been forced to eat their vegetables.

This morning she came in to  wake me with a kiss at 8:00am.  She does this every morning, but today she looked like this.  I was almost happy to wake up!

She really likes to check out the ants.  She takes at least one minute leaving and one minute going every time we go somewhere to look at the ants.  I get so impatient, but it makes for cute pictures.

This I just like.

This is the view from my parents place in Reno.  Well, mostly.  My Uncle bill and Scout aren't always having a talk in front of the mountains.  I love this picture.

That is enough about Scout, my laundry is calling.  Oh, in case you are wondering....I absolutely love Bax.   His pictures will come soon.  He is sleeping quietly and thus did not spark my need to blog tonight. 

Swimming on a Saturday!

Today we went swimming at the local rec center.  It was great and so much fun.  Scout was crazy.  She would act as if she were going to jump in to our arms and at the last minute fake us out, turn and jump out in to the water.  Apparently she doesn't know she can't swim by herself yet.   Anyhow, here are some really bad pictures to prove we were there.

Happy Madres Day, Honey

I don't want to gush or anything, but Sarah is a pretty awesome wife and mom. I think the above photo is all the evidence I need; not only does it showcase her amazing good looks, but it also showcases her creativity and thoughtfulness (I'm making reference, of course, to the super-cute shirt she made for Baxter that says "My Daddy is a BYU Graduate". She made one for Scout too, and the little dudes wore their shirts on graduation day). Sarah is who I always hoped I'd end up with, speaking in general terms and specifically. She is both feisty and graceful, though probably more feisty. When I met her ten years ago, I knew she was my type of girl, and that hasn't changed. I'm proud she's my wife, and so happy that she is the mother of our children. I love you, Sarah. Happy Mother's Day!

I feel like me again

I am currently in Reno. Cedric is in the Hampton's eating lobster and the like (no joke here). While in Reno, I stopped by to see my old stylists.  I always love my hair short and after having my second kid I really needed a new look.  Here it is, first the old then the new.