A-Rod is one month old today...

Today our little Alex is one month old. On one hand it seems like we were just at the hospital bringing this guy home, and on the other, it seems like he's always been a part of the family.

He's growing and changing so quickly, at least that's what everyone says. Sometimes it's hard to see his changes when all I seem to do is look at him all day long. Most people comment that they think he looks like Ethan. I'm starting to be convinced of that myself. The other day at church this lady told Mark she saw Alex's profile and thought he looked a bit like Joseph Smith. I'll have to get a photo of his sleeping profile for you all to check it out yourself.

There's an amazing woman in our ward that I served in the Relief Society presidency with that came to visit and see baby Alex. She told me something that touched my heart, something I'll always remember. When Helen had her first baby, she told her mother she didn't want anymore children because she didn't think she could love another child. Her mother told her, you don't have to love them, they bring their love with them. How true this is - this little guy, all eight pounds of him has brought so much love to our family. How blessed we are to have him here!!





This last picture was just funny and I had to include it. Aaron was just so tired, he couldn't quite make it through dinner and totally crashed right there at the table.

Christmas in the air

Yesterday we had our first real snow of the year, some that actually stuck around for more than a few hours, and boy were my two boys excited!!! Poor Ethan had to go to school, and Aaron got to stay home and play, at least until it was time for preschool. I got Aaron all geared up in his snow clothes, and he went out for some long awaited fun. He and I made a little snowman, pictured below. In true Aaron fashion, as soon as we finished making him, asks, "Can I break it now?"

The boys have spent all their spare time outside playing in the snow with the neighbor kids. I'm not sure how much longer this snow will last, but I'm enjoying all the fun the boys are having playing in it. Ethan continues to pray that it will snow more. I just don't have the heart to tell him that the weekend is only bringing sun...






The funny story of the day: Ethan decided he needed to write a letter to Santa informing the big guy of what he wanted for Christmas. (He's never done this before, and it was something he came up with entirely on his own.) I asked him if he knew Santa's address and Ethan responded, like I was the dumbest person ever, "Mom, it's just the North Pole."

Here's what he wrote:
Dear Santa, Can you give me these? Please and it is up here. Zero Gravity Mini R/C

This toy is something he found in the Toys R' Us wish book, but he's also seen it on tv where you call to order it. He's convinced that Santa has to have the phone number to order it too, because as Ethan says, Santa doesn't have wires, so he can't make it at the North Pole.

So I help him find an envelope and stamp and then he asks, "Can I close it now?" I told him he could if he had what he needed in the envelope. Ethan stopped and thought then said, "I'll be right back." When he came back into the kitchen he handed me the envelope, and I just had to laugh. Ethan had put some money in there. I asked him what it was for, and he said, "It just something to help him get started. I gave him a dime, a nickle, and a penny."