Just Keep Talking

I just wanted to blog a little tribute to my favorite little seven year old, before moving on with the rest of my blogging.

Can I just tell you how amazing I think this boy is? He makes my day. He makes my whole world. I think he is one of the funniest, sweetest, most amazing seven year old. I love him. A lot.

I love it when this boy talks. Most of the time. There are times when I think my ears might bleed from all of the talking that this child can produce. But most of the time, I love it. There are times when I think, "just keep talking". I love some of the stuff that comes out of his mouth.

He amazes me with how quickly he learns. Reading, math, piano, science...he loves to learn. When I compliment him on a job well done, he casually comments, "It's cuz it was 'pie' " as in "as easy as". He has been known to bill himself as a "genius". Confidence is good...right?

He loves big words (I have noooo clue where he would get that from!). He has a knack for making up his own words. Not silly, nonsense words. Words that seem to make complete sense...in their own made up way. The other day, he picked up my fingernail file and tried filing his nails. He exclaimed, "How can you do this to your nails? It gives my whole body the frizzles!" I found myself using the word "frizzles" while telling my husband a story the other day. Works for me.

He makes holidays and special days even more fun. He takes traditions very seriously. He loves to have fun and fun things to look forward to. He is all about having fun.

He doesn't know what he wants to be when he grows up. He has heard me say so many times that he can grow up to be anything he wants to be that he is leaving his options wide open. He changes his mind every week. I just listen with an open mind...making sure to give extra excitement to the "better" ideas that he offers{wink}{wink} We had an extended conversation about being an astronaut. Our chat about driving garbage trucks flew by rather quickly.

He gets concerned when he thinks a child doesn't have anything to eat at school. He feels really bad when he thinks of a child going hungry. Food is everything to this kid. He is growing so fast that it takes a whole lotta fuel to keep him going. He planned FHE on Monday, right down to the request for homemade cinnamon rolls for dessert. When he tore into his first hot roll, he deliriously said, "Oh, my gosh. I think I'm going to faint". You're welcome, buddy.

He keeps a Book of Mormon tucked in his bed. He reads it every night. He has been asking us some pretty deep questions lately. He loves the gospel, yet holds on to the idea that three hours of church is a little lengthy for a growing boy who doesn't like to sit still.


He is a pretty fabulous kid. I am biased, I guess.

You can't blame me, right?

Seven? Seven? Did I Say You Could Be Seven?

Seriously. Where does time go? I swear, my little boy was just a baby. I am NOT okay with him being so OLD.

Jeff and I think we are so clever. Hehe. We feel the need to show off our skills every time Chase's birthday rolls around. This birthday was no exception.

We designed his cake for weeks. We put our two brains together and came up with the most amazing battleship cake ever known to man. We made an outrageously large batch of rice crispy treats, a large sheet cake, cupcakes colored in the colors of battleship game markers...then set out to earn our badges of "Bestest Mom and Dad in the Whole-Wide-World".



Pretty fabulous, right?




In the night, gravity set in. Somebody sunk our battleship.

Pft. We planned it that way.

Coolest Mom and Dad in the World.







We had a few friends and cousins over to help celebrate this blessed event. We played human battleship and ate our weight in sunken battleship.


A sweet birthday for a sweet boy.

Next...

...on the catch up....Thanksgiving.


I have absolutely no pictures of Thanksgiving. We were too busy playing Canasta, cooking for the masses, clogging our arteries, and having a good 'ol time. My brother, Jeremy, and his family came to spend the holiday with us. Lots of noise...lots of fun.

That next weekend, we headed to Provo to install bathroom cabinets in my sister, Heather's house. She was so sweet to plan a little early birthday party with my other siblings and fams for Chase. She made gingerbread cookies for the all the kids to decorate, a yummy lunch, and scrumptious cupcakes.

Thanks, Heather!

Good Natured Fun

Our neighbors across the street are some serious Aggie fans. We, as you may know, quite prefer the other blue and white team...BYU.

I honestly enjoy being a Cougar fan in Aggie country. The reactions we get are across the board. We endure a lot of ribbing for our choice of affiliation. But, the rivalry we have with our friends across the street, is my most favorite of all.

On the day of the BYU/Aggie football game in the fall, they snuck across the street and hung their game day "A" flag up our flag pole. We made a paper flag of our own with a large "Y" on it and hung it on their porch. They did to our flag what their team did to ours that day. They shredded it. They returned our work of art in a plastic bag...shredded into a million pieces. Sigh.

Late one night, Chase and I snuck onto their porch and dressed the Halloween witch on their porch in one of my very old BYU shirts. It stayed there for two days before they noticed. They were mortified at how long it had been there.

I was delighted.

On the night of the BYU/Aggie basketball game, they made a basketball player out of my old shirt, slapped the name Jimmer on it, and hung it up our flagpole, and hung their "A" game flag across our front door. I laughed.

I laughed even more when we won that night.

I made posters to string on a line with their "A" flag. The posters read:

"Getting beat by BYU must be such a pain in the "A"

A little on the inappropriate side.

Very much on the funny side.

They were such good sports. They left it up for a whole day so the neighbors could see our handiwork.

So nice.

Such good friends.

Go, Cougars!!

At It Again

Plodding along in the catch up.

Have I lost you yet? Are you hanging in there?



I just couldn't help myself. I had to make a few more crafts. Just 'cause I was thinking that three totes per season/holiday wasn't enough, is all.

I am truly obsessed.




Sorry about the bad lighting. Still using my dinosaur of a camera.

I loved these jars so much that we left them up through Christmas. We can give thanks in December, right?

Anyway, I thought they turned out pretty cute.

Thanks for humoring me.