some of it's weather, some of it's not.
First up, the stucco mistake - When we originally chose our stucco we were wanting the trim to be a few shades darker than the main color, what we got instead was two clashing colors (oops). So to take away the bluhness of our exterior we are finally going to paint the trim. What we can't decide now is if we should have a darker or a lighter trim, any suggestions?
Jared has been working hard in his spare time to complete the basement. The bathroom is just about ready for paint. I want to do some colors but can't decide which ones, suggestions?
On Friday we went to Target in hopes for some great pictures of our beautiful babies. This was the only picture worth keeping. Turns out Bronson is afraid of doctors and photographers. Even with Grandma to help he was not about to let go of my neck, and Levi, it was just not his happy time. So thank you Target for absolutely nothing. I'm not that upset about not getting any pictures but when you have to revolve your whole day around it and then ended up empty handed, grrrrr.
So we decided to go out to dinner since we were out anyway. Hmm, won't do that again. Not wanting to have the evening be a total disaster we stopped at A&W for icecream, Mmmmm.
So here are some pics of Levi at his happy time.
what a cutie!
and then there's Bronson
taking pictures of a one year old is not easy, we'll have to try again for a smile.
This morning I laid Bronson in his crib for a nap, it was a little early but I was getting desperate. About two minutes later I hear him knocking on his door. WHAT? Oh no, you're not supposed to be able to do that yet. Well I had Levi in the tub so I figured he'd be okay in there till we finished. Wrong, I open the door to find Bronson holding the glue trap for spiders that was under his dresser, it gets better he was reaching in eating them, Nooooooooo! "Bronson what are you doing that is soooooo yucky!" I must of scared him because he started to cry after that, or he just didn't like the taste of glue and very old dead spider parts. Spiders, dog food, no problem, but dinner forget about it. Someone please explain.
Today's weather, warm and sunny, thank heaven.
One more thing, last week I went and got a free voice screening at clinic in Salt Lake for National Voice Day. I saw a story on the news about voice disorders and it caught my attention. Anyone who has heard me talk over the last 5 months knows why. When I was pregnant my voice came down with . . . . . .uh . . . . . teenage boy syndrome. It is constantly cracking and I'm never sure what sound is going to come out. People are always asking me if I'm sick or just woke up, and I always have to repeat myself, it has been very annoying and incredibly embarrassing. Turns out my vocal chords are just fine but for some reason the muscles in my neck are "playing tug of war" says the doc, and they should be totally relaxed while talking. She recommend voice therapy, like physical therapy except for my voice. She said I should be good as new after 4 or 5 sessions. Jared thinks it's all a little fruity and apparently he doesn't mind having a wife that sounds like a frog, but I can't take it any more so we'll see how therapy goes.
Levi had his 2 month check up today. It went as most doctor appointments go, lots of pain and tears, and then there was Levi. Being a baby is so rough. Bronson came with us and very quickly remembered where we were as soon as we got to our room, he just stood out in the hall crying. So I put Levi down and Bronson had made a break for it. The nurse was able to cheer him up with a sucker and a Mickey Mouse movie, but when we went down the hall to get weighed and measured it started all over. He soon realized that he had no reason to cry as it was Levi being tortured not him, so luckily he survived. Levi wasn't about to let Bronson out do him when it came to the short and stout factor. He is in the 35% for height, 80% for head, and 80% for weight. Little Levi, isn't so little anymore, he looked like a tank compared to some tiny newborns we ran into. Don't worry Levi, if anyone can pull off a big head, no neck, round tummy, and rolly polly legs, it's you. You're the most beautiful 2 month old I know! (but if you do have complaints, take it up with your dad ;)
