Ben's prize

Ben won this ...um...interesting... baby as part of a prize at a party we went to recently. (The party was to celebrate an amazing little lady who has survived the first part of hyperemesis in her pregnancy. Thanks for the super fun party, Katy!)

The funny thing is that Logan has completely attached to the baby. Yes, the face is pink and the legs are yellow, but he doesn't seem to mind.

Here's a video of Logan and the baby you won't want to miss:






And for those of you who either didn't watch the video, or didn't quite catch onto "Logan lingo", here are a few more pics...

Back from LOTOJA

We're back. We got home last night from Ben's big race of the season, LOTOJA. Updates on the fun race weekend to come. But first we have a full day ahead:

Unpack my bags.
Clean.
Make sure Logan is still alive.
Unpack Logan's bag.
More cleaning.
Feed Logan lunch.
Unpack the huge box of snacks that I took on the trip.
Laundry.
Frost sugar cookies (I promised Logan that we would).
Weed through Logan's toys.
Make dinner.


And HERE is how my day started:

Logan took off his pajama pants. Then took off his diaper. Then proceeded to (accidentally) pee all over his toys.

In talking to Logan, it turns out that Daddy went into the bathroom and was going pee pee and Logan wanted to as well. But he never actually went into the bathroom to use his potty. Instead he got side tracked by his toys. Can you blame the guy?


Gotta go...I smell a poopy diaper to change. Oh and now he's helping himself to a Snickers bar and saying over and over, "Chocate! Chocate!" Here we go. :-)

What I Couldn't Leave Behind

On my "Why the crap do I blog?" post, my friend Emily advised that when blogging gets behind, just start fresh and forget trying to catch up 2 months worth of life in one post. Very wise. And I'm taking that advice...mostly. While looking at my pictures of the past month, there were some moments I just couldn't pass up and leave behind:

The Oquirrh Mountain Temple open house. Very long with a child and crowds, but very worth it.

Crossed fingers.

I apologize in advance if my child comes up to any of you, shoves his left hand 2 inches away from your face and demands, "Yooook!" insisting that you "yook" at the fingers that are crossed and outstretched toward you. He is so proud of his new accomplishment and is currently working on the other hand.

Seeing my crazy husband run alongside professional cyclists at the Nebo summit during the Tour of Utah, just like you would see in the Tour de France. It was hilarious and embarrassing all at the same time. :-)

Cheering Ben on at the ULCER finish line. It was freezing and windy that day so Logan was sporting Ben's arm warmers on his legs.

Washing bikes with Dad. It comes as no surprise that Logan is as obsessed with bikes as Ben is.

So there. I pulled those out of the archives and will put the rest behind me. Going fresh from here forward.

The time has come...

The time has come to really begin monitoring our language.

I'm not a potty mouth (at least not now that our last cat, Chaco, is long gone. Dumb cat).

But I'll admit that an occasional word of frustration slips out sometimes.

And thanks to Ben, Logan's virgin mouth has now repeated, "Oh crap" and "Damn it". He's also discovered the word "boobs". Ack. Not sure where that one came from.

Here's to better filtering. :-)

Here's the potty-mouth himself holding his favorite (and I'm not kidding when I say FAVORITE) ostrich from a puzzle.

I would like to add that for a long time Ben tried to convince me that this was a flamingo. Really? I think he still believes it, but has given up arguing with me.