Random Oakley Sampler

Shout out to my kid:

I like him.



Since becoming potty trained, he'll often just show up next to me, whatever I'm doing, bottomless. He'll be completely silent and so I'll turn all the sudden and - whoa!- naked kid. It freaks me out.


His favorite song of the moment is Poker Face. I dunno.


He refers to boobs as "shoulders." It has been very helpful when he says it in public, "Wow, big shoulders." It only makes Head, Shoulders, Knees & Toes slightly awkward.


I just heard him turn on his Leapster and close the door. Not fooled. Go to bed!!

Suckers

Dear Readers,

Just wanted you to know that Sara will be back soon.

We've been keeping her hands too busy scratching mosquito bites to type, so we thought we'd fill you in.

She's still alive... barely... we've left just enough blood in her so she can be fully aware of how annoying the itchy feeling is.

You want to know what's funny? We bit her all over her face too, so it looks awesome like zits. Just what an almost 30 (on MONDAY) year old would want. Heh, heh.

Consider yourself updated.

Mr. Mosquito

He's Baaaack

Reese has made it home for round 5. Hopefully the final.

Honestly, Oakley and Nate aren't fans this time around, but little Reese is trying to be a peacemaker.


Or, letting us know how he really feels.


Awwwwww.

*Disclaimer: I know, I know, they don't match or even coordinate, but Reese is wearing 0-3 month stuff and Nate is wearing 3-6, so... whatever.

BeeBee's

Since the swine flu hype is over, we got to take the kids back to the hospital to see Reese. Nate (left) is about 4 pounds heavier than Reese (right) which is opposite of when they first came home.

Jason and I often have discussed if Reese remembers Nate. The answer is yes. I was holding the boys facing each other and they were staring in each others eyes, just smiling so big. It totally made me tear up. Seriously, like Happy Mother's Day to me.

We're hoping to bring him home for good next week. Hip hip hooray!

May the Forth be With You.

Yep, it's an official holliday. Well, maybe not that official because I didn't get it off work. Maybe next year.

Say a Little Prayer for Him!

(I hope you sung that.)

No, he could not be any cuter, seriously! He's a doll baby.

Tomorrow is another surgery.
Hopefully the last, or at least 2nd to last.

They're sticking his aorta to his sternum.
I think it'll work.

Pray for him, k? I know you will.

Happy Easter.... Errr, something.

I saw a bumper sticker at Wal-Mart the other day, it said:
"Bear with me, I'm a nudist."
We'll put one on the scooter.

Baby Hitler (see mustache) was all doped up at the hospital. Poor thing!
He's now on Methadone (not kidding) and feeling better, but he missed out on cute pictures with ears. He did, however, score a beer cozy of an Easter Bunny while there. Again, not kidding.

Nater-tot is loving the attention he's getting at home. Isn't he adorable?!


*UPDATE*
I'm no longer cranky so I took off the last part of this post.
(Thanks in a big way to our great stake yw leadership meeting!)

Ok, I still think it's funny so actually I'll re-add it, but remember, I'm not serious this time :)Remember, you sell your kids at the end to become a millionaire.