Twenty Questions--I mean pictures

Please don't hold it against Eli that he has a terrible rash. That's just what happens with my little redheads. Eli has the worst rash since Miriam though--his sensitive skin is not responding to any of the tricks I've learned (nothing with fragrance, baby All detergent, Aveeno everything). Sigh. My MIL recommended rinsing everything twice, so I did that with this last round of laundry. I hope it helps.





Eli is such the cutest boy!! I can't believe how big he is though. His cheeks are adorable.















He doesn't smile very much yet so I was pleased to get this half-smile. Notice that his nose has turned up--just like his dad's. He looks just like Timothy.
















I plugged the camera in to download the pictures I took of Eli and lo and behold there were 100 pictures on the camera. I spared you and only posted twenty.

I love it when Timothy plays with the camera.

I also love how this girl holds her hand when she sucks her thumb.





Such a sweetheart.













Me and my boy reading about George Washington. Cowen is a huge George fan because George rides a big white horse.










Cowen with a normal smile. I didn't realize that was even possible for him anymore.

















My favorite picture Timothy took.





















































Cowboy Cowen.

















The last two weeks Cowen has insisted on wearing button-up shirts so he can wear a tie. At all times. His hat says, "I am a child of God." He's loving primary.


Sadly, his stick horse died the other day. Cowen was waving it around and the head fell off.

Don't worry--we've figured out a way to get him another one. Why we want him to have another stick horse to wave around and accidentally whack people with, I'm not sure. Maybe it's just because he rides his horse all day and we learned from Spur on The Man from Snowy River that "a man without a horse is like a man without a leg." Wise words from a man who knows how to make wallaby stew.



Miriam and her liberty bell.

Last week I went to the temple with my parents and Megan. You have to be careful with Megan. I was in a changing stall meditating on the mysteries of life when Megan snuck up to my stall and made a moderately loud noise at me. I jumped about three feet. Was that really reverent, Megan?? Hmm?? Certain people thought it was amusing though (Mom), ahem.

Point of story is that Timothy watched the kids. I asked him if he wanted to stick in a movie or if he wanted to do school. He opted for school. I gave him the lesson plan for the day--read two books about the Liberty Bell and then make one out of play dough. Of course, being Timothy, the bells turned out WAY better than they would have if I had been the teacher that day.

I'm not sure why a derringer is required for liberty bell making.


























Miriam adores Eli. If I had written this several hours ago, I would have stopped with Miriam adores Eli. That was before she carried him downstairs. Where there is only cement. I about had a heart attack when I realized where she was. Apparently, the injunction to hold him on the couch and only the couch was too mild. She's now banned from holding him ever again.

Or at least for a few days.









He's clearly up to no good.

















She looks like a saint. Ha. Double ha.

















At least this one looks as demonic as she is. You know what you're getting into with this one.
















Don't try to fake us out. We're on to you.