if you don't go have fun in it.

Saturday was what I consider a perfect day. A little work, a little play. In the morning, we got more shelving built in the mechanical room, we also folded and put away my mountain of clean laundry. So it was off to the 4th reservior for some play time. We planned on doing a little more sledding, but by the time we got around to it, Parker's hands were freezing. Sienna and Parker spent some time in the truck while Bronsen enjoyed Parker's new snowmobile sled.



Isn't that the cutest face ever? Look at those squishy cheeks. I've never had such a chubby baby and I'm loving it.

Bronsen was kind enough to pull Sienna around the lake on the sled.


We did some ice fishing. Parker reeled this one up. Sorry you can't see the fish better.

Steve caught the biggest catch of the day.


And I caught the most breathtaking sunset.

Perfect Day!

Parker turned 5 this week. He was very, very excited. He is sure that he is stronger and tougher than he was when he was 4. He really milked the day for all it was worth. Everything he asked to do would end in, "because I'm the birthday boy". He started his morning with the traditional dollar bill taped to the bottom of his breakfast dish, then went to the dollar store to spend it, where he also got to pick a whole handful of bubble gum. Then he had a little dinosaur party with his closest friends and after dinner, another party with Grandpa and Grandma E., Grandma To The Farm, and Great Grandma Snyder. It was a pretty great day.




Yesterday Bronsen finally lost his first tooth. This is a day he has been looking forward to for the past two years. This tooth has been a little bit loose for the past couple of months. The permanent tooth was completely in behind his baby tooth (I forsee some orthodontics in his future) and that dang baby tooth just wouldn't wiggle out. Until yesterday. It was getting looser, and he was very brave and let mom just pop it out. He was rewarded when the tooth fairy brought him a dollar last night. He was sure to sleep a little lower on his pillow so the tooth fairy wouldn't have such a hard time.

For those friends who don't do facebook and who don't know yet, we had Kade last week. He's one week old now and adjusting to this crazy world quite well. His brothers love him and his sister will soon, once the jealousy eases up.

I had quite the mystery going on after church today. Steve had to stay to a meeting, so I brought the kids home. One of the first things I found was chocolate ganoush spread all over everything.


This picture really doesn't do it justice. It was everywhere, the dark floors hide most of it. I was trying to figure out what in the world happened. Sienna was very naughty at church today and I thought, "Are you kidding me? Steve came home from sunday school and fell asleep while Sienna ran wild." Then I found her shoes.

Then I found the shirt Steve had originally worn to church in the laundry.

Then I realized that Sienna wasn't wearing her tights or shoes when I got her from priesthood. (Notice it smeared all over the freshly washed sheets of my bed)

Then I noticed she wasn't wearing her little sweater either.

After an hour or so of cleaning, I came into the den and noticed that Steve had all of his home teaching reports and things pulled out. So I thought, "Okay, maybe he wasn't just taking a nap." But I'm still not sure that I have to just forgive and forget because he was doing church stuff. I think extorsion is in order. Maybe a weeks worth of dishes or something . . .

Steve's defense was "Do you know how long it took her to do that? 2 Minutes." and then wanted sympathy for her making him late for priesthood. Oh Daddy. . .

Our family is growing so fast, I can't hardly keep up. This last week or so we got a pet fish. His name is Arthur. This is in response to the post 4th of July goldfish devistation.



Then Steve decided he couldn't turn down a good deal on a lab puppy. So we have yet another chocolate lab. I thought we had decided to wait until the yard and fence were in before we got another dog, but Steve just couldn't help himself. I had mentioned that Palmer's had puppies and we talked about whether or not we should get one. The next day after work Steve was in the den and I went in to talk about whether or not now was a good time to get a puppy. I started talking about yard, schedules, kids, on and on (as usual). When I stopped talking long enough to realize what Steve was doing. The "discussion" was over. He was in the middle of reading his book on how to train the best laborador hunting dog. So what could I do except say, "Go get the puppy." She is pretty cute for now though.



We also found out that we are expecting another baby boy. Steve and Parker were super excited to find out it was a boy. Parker because that meant he was right, which is all he cares about lately. And Steve because when this baby boy grows up, he'll get to be the one doing fun manly things with him. Either way, I'm just happy we're having one! I've never been so excited for Thanksgiving weekend in my life.