9.10.13

Summer is ending, and I think we played hard enough that I am ready for Fall. I am grateful for the fun memories we were able to create. I took Jason and Noah on a hike almost every week. Kyle and I even managed to squeeze in a hike without kids up at Alta. Jason got easier and easier to hike with as he got stronger and more used to walking, while Noah got harder and harder as he became more and more independent, wanting to be carried less and less.

The boys spent a lot of time in their swim suits. Noah can spot a swim suit from a mile away; he picks it up and brings it over for me to put on him, no matter the size. We got some good laughs at him wandering around with size 5 trunks barely hanging on around his diaper. Noah also loves his life jacket, and he wants to walk around with it on whenever he sees it, even if that means walking around with it on in our garage.

Jason is a lot braver in the water. He loved his swimming lessons. After a whole summer of the three amigos (me, Jason, and Noah) doing all sorts of activities together, I am finding that Jason is having some separation anxiety now that is time to go back to school. Hopefully the anxiety will be over soon.
Jason and I had this conversation yesterday:

Jason: When are we going to have another baby?

Me: I don't know. Not now.

Jason: Will it be a boy or a girl?

Me: I don't know. What do you want it to be?

Jason: A girl. We already have a boy.

Me: Well, we don't really get to choose. Heavenly Father chooses for us and sends the babies down from heaven.

Jason: Did Noah cry when he was in heaven?

Me: Why would he cry?

Jason: Because he missed you. (Separation anxiety)

Me: No. Heavenly Father is the father for all of us, and he loves us, and we love him.

Jason: Does he have holes in his hands?

Me: No, that is Jesus.

Jason: When we die, will we get holes in our hands?

Me: No, just Jesus.


Jason also learned how to pump himself on the swing and ride his bike with training wheels this summer. He has graciously given Noah his scooter, which Jason now refers to as "Noah's scooter." Those boys get along pretty well. Jason is great at helping Noah on the playground, whether it be pushing him in a swing or catching him at the bottom of a slide.

Noah still doesn't say much, but he has started saying "kitty" and "doggy" more often. What else is there worth saying? He also uses the sign for "more," which he uses when he wants anything, even if we haven't even given it to him in the first place.

Random pictures:

The boys having a blast at Airborne.

Enjoying our newly inherited croquet set.

Natural History Museum of Utah