I'm pretty lucky, or spoiled, or lazy or whatever you want to call it, but we sleep in till about 8:30 every day.  Jace usually actually wakes up about 7:45 and then he comes in my room and watches PBS (and I'm specifically telling you that so I can sound a little better.  At least what he's watching is somewhat educational).  If Camers wakes up he plays with his books in his bed.  And then when Super Why is over at 8:30 we get up.  And start our day.  That is our schedule.  It's a good schedule and it works very well for us.

Today our schedule got all screwed up because of some tornado warnings that were racing through the area at around 5:30 in the morning.  So we all had to get up and head down to the basement until about 6:30.  And then Brice went to work and I hoped hoped hoped that I could put the boys back in their beds and they would sleep.  I was very foolish in thinking that.  It didn't work, and so we started our morning bright and early.  So now, I ask you, what am I supposed to do this whole rest of the day?  I feel like it should already be lunch time and the countdown to bedtime should be on, but it is only 9:30.  

Today might be a three Diet Cokes day.  

Cameron is already well into his nap because he's not used to getting up so early either and would not stop crying about every little thing, and Jace is supposed to be picking up some toys that he threw all over the room but instead is negotiating with me.  So I just gave in.  Because how can you resist a cute little three year old who's wearing a waay too big bicycle helmet when he says, "I got a great idea!  You can pick up the toys and I can play my leapster and then later I can do some really nice things for you.  How does that sound, Mommy?"

So while he's playing his leapster, I can post some pictures of Camers that I've been going through as I'm working on his baby book.  Babies do not stay babies long enough at all.  And for some reason I feel like Cameron grew especially fast.  Or maybe I was just busier because I had Jace, and didn't savor as many little baby moments as I should have.  

It's hard to believe he went from this skinny-minny, at 1 week

 To this butterball, at 2 months.

He went from this you-can-kinda-see-he-is-a-quarter-Mexican,

To this what-he-has-Mexican-in-him?, in just five months.

And then there is this picture that I love of him.  I know he's my kid so I'm a little biased, but has there been a cuter baby anywhere?  I think not.

 This guy, 

as anyone who knows him will know, loves food.  And he has learned to say, "I want some."  Only it sounds more like, "I-unt some."  And he never just says it.  He always yells it, and will start yelling it as soon as he sees anyone putting something in their mouth that he deems yummy.  And he will keep yelling it until you give him some.  A couple of nights ago we woke up to him yelling something from his bed.  It was about 3:30 in the morning.  Brice rolled over and said to me, "Is he yelling what I think he's yelling?" Sure enough, little Camers was yelling, "I-unt some!" in his sleep.  He yelled it a few times and then went back to sleep.  He must have been dreaming about something yummy.


This guy,

 loves to listen to Junie B. Jones.  He likes hearing me read it okay, but he really loves listening to the lady who reads it on the books on cd.  We have one copy of one of the books that I found at a garage sale, and he reads it all the time.  Yes, he is a genius child and can read chapter books at only 3 years old!!  But not really.  Really he just looks at the pages and rambles on and on repeating parts of the stories that he remembers from listening to it.  It's pretty funny to listen to him try and repeat the parts he loves best. 


Jace also went on his first camp-out with Brice this last weekend.  I thought I would be pretty worried about him falling in the lake or getting eaten by a bear the whole time (even though I don't think there are bears out here) but actually I was pretty okay with it.  Mostly because I put Cameron to bed that night at 6:00 so I had a relaxing night all to myself.  Brice didn't take too many pictures (men never do) but he did get some of them out in the paddle boat one of the members of the branch took out there.  And Jace came home so excited to tell me all about his camping experience.  He loved it.

They thought this one was funny because he's holding up that bottle.  Like a beer bottle.  Ha ha.  Hilarious.  


So in the morning me and the Cam had some quality bonding time, which mostly consisted of him wandering around the house looking for Jace.  But he did play with his toy spider.  This is the spider Jace got from his Granny for Christmas.  He had a traumatic experience with it when opening it out of the box for the first time (it involved his Granny thrusting it towards him and then him screaming like a little girl) and he has been leery of it ever since.  He still won't pick it up or touch it.  Cameron is over the fear though, and will even kiss it.  I will admit that it does look a little freaky, especially when it crawls.  

And then, to Cameron's joy, Jace came home and ran to show me the pictures of him on the paddle boat.  Then Cameron wanted the camera real bad, and when I wouldn't give it to him threw a huge fit.  So I decided to document that.  

We signed Jace up for basketball at the YMCA.  He was with a team of about ten three/four year olds, and as you can imagine, the games were entertaining and a bit humorous.  Today we went for the last game, after which Jace got a trophy.  He was very excited about that.  But still not as excited as he was about the snack they got after each game.  I'm pretty sure he was just in it for that juice box and snack.  But it was a good experience for him, I think.  At least it taught him what it means to "get in line".  Jace has never been to daycare, or preschool, or any really formal kind of thing where he has to get in line.  So on the first day of basketball, when the coach told all the kids to get in a line and they all ran and got in a line and Jace continued wandering around looking confused, I realized that he was lacking this basic essential skill.  But today on the last day when the coach told them to get in line, he knew just what to do.  So hooray for that, I guess. 

Here he is, high-fiving the coach.

Taking a shot during the warm up practice they did for the first half hour.

Getting ready to execute a bounce pass (the one skill he actually picked up on)

 

He catches,

Prepares to shoot,



He scores!

He had a few star moments.  However. . . most of the time his playing skills looked a little more like this:

Something that I've been thinking about lately is that I'm so glad that I know what's important in this life.  I know it isn't having a fancy house and fancy cars and expensive things.  Instead, it's 

this guy,

this guy, 

and this guy (even though--and maybe because--he still loves Legos)

And it's also knowing that I will be with those three guys forever.  And ever, and ever, and ever.  And that makes me happy.



I'm pretty sure these three dorky brothers loved the nerf gun war more than the four year olds.  As evidenced by all their goofy faces. 

So I've noticed that in the last few posts Jacey-boy hasn't made much of an appearance.  So here's a post for you, little man!  Well, not so much as for him, but rather pictures of him.  And to preface, I will tell you that I have been working on this collage thing that I want to make to put in our kitchen that I saw on Pinterest.  If I knew how to make one of those little links things to show you what I'm talking about I would do that, but since I don't, oh well.  Anyway, I've been picking the pictures that I want to use for it (taking waaaaay too long and wasting too much time probably) and I've been playing around with each picture cause I'm obsessed with editing them.  Although, as a side note, I am so sad because the website I love for editing, Picnik, is closing.  I was devastated when I heard this because I use it all the time.  Apparently, from the internet buzz (which I pathetically searched as soon as I heard the news) it's really switching to something on google+ so I'll have to sign up for that when it shuts down I guess.  But anway, here are a few of my favorite pictures of Jace that I'm using in the collage. 

Jace wanted a "dot" like Uncle Seve (who, FYI, is at the MTC waiting to be shipped off to Mexico!)  And below is a picture of me and my Jacey-boy from last summer.  Finally a decent picture of me (aside from my vampire teeth--thanks, Dad, for those) with one of my kids. 

So there you go.  Okay, there is one more picture.  It is my new favorite picture ever.  It does have Cameron in it, but Jace is also there.  Are you ready?

. . . wait for it. . . .

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . here it comes. . . . . . . . . . .

Ta Da!!!!