Scarface

Well, what can I say? When it's baby vs kitty, kitty wins.

Silly dreams

Well, I know it's a bit foolish, being a mother of 3, but I can't help myself. I checked the American Idol website and they're doing auditions this year in SLC, UT and I've just gotta go. I know it's just a looooooooong shot (seriously the show is so unlike the real process where there are thousands of great singers and the show is looking for something specific for that year and blah blah blah) but it would just be so much fun. I told myself that I'd stop the crazy American Idol dreaming because I'm just "getting old" (not really that I'm getting old but that, in case you missed this point, I have 3 kids!) But I did say, in the recesses of my head, that I would audition if the oportunity fell into my lap. Well, living in Rigby, ID, you can't wish for a closer location than SLC. It's about 3 hours away and I have tons of family that I can ask/beg/plead to watch my children for me while I audition. But the biggest wrench is that I'm still nursing Blake so I'd really like him to stay with me. Which then means I'd probably need a friend to stand in line and be crazy with me. Like I say, it just has to fall into my lap to work... 3 kids... under the age of 4... well Peter will be 5 by the audition date. Auditions are July 29th. I know it's silly, but I guess sometimes dreams are.

-picture of AI auditions 2004

Little perfect Blake

Since most of you don't get to see us, I thought I could use this forum to tell you a little more about Blake Randall Larsen. Blake, so much quicker than our other two, at 7 months is pulling himself to stand. I will not be suprised if he's walking well before 9 months. I do not say this to brag, but I just think it's crazy. I remember my sister-in-law Katrina's third boy also being very quick to walk. Let me tell you, as cute as it is when your one year old is walking, having this little 7 month ball of joy pulling himself up is unexplainably adorable. Besides being a quick little buggah (which I attribute to wanting to catch up with his brothers that he adores), he reminds me of a cat. Since we have a kitty living with us, I get daily side-by-side comparisons. They are such good playmates. I never thought I'd want a cat while I was having babies (who wants more poop?) but this has totally changed my mind. He follows her around the house and laughs uncontrollably when she comes around the corner suprising him. And he adores his father! Whenever I'm nursing and Randall comes into the room, Blake immediately stops and turns to give his dad a huge goofy grin. And I SWEAR (in a good LDS way) he said 'Dad' today when looking at Randall. I just love when babies stop being babies and start being little kids. He's so much fun and I'm glad to have him.

Crazy mud Monsters

My children are quite cautious. So when I suggested they play in the mud, though they immediately cheered the idea, they were not so eager to actually get dirty. But after continual guidance ("Peter, why don't you step in the mud. Now rub it on your tummy.") they became a little more brave and this is the result.

Dumb cat

Cats are so funny, and I mean this in an endearing way, but are so dumb. I just thought I'd share... my sister Kari is living with us and she has a beautiful tabby kitten named Tiger Lilly. Tiger Lilly is currently freaking out when the mouse moves across the screen. Oh yah. It's like in those movies when people are watching tennis and the audiences heads move back and forth in perfect unison. I can move the mouse up, down, but my favorite are the rapid circles. Dumb cat.

Poor neglected Blake

I realize there isn't really a picture of Blake on our blog yet... a recent one. I know you guys have been crying yourselves to sleep at night, wondering why you are continually deprived of such a pleasure, so weep no longer. I have come not to mock you but to bless. So now, if you still feel the need to cry yourself to sleep, it can be due to the utter joy you feel at knowing Blake continues to be rediculously good-looking.

Andrew's Birthday (and Father's Day too)

I don't mind having to play second fiddle on Father's Day. Really I don't. I already gave up my birthday to Peter, and now this. Oh well. It was never about me anyway. I'm grateful to have such wonderful boys, and I'm happy to share these special occasions with them.

And now, without further ado, Andrew's first, last, and only 3rd birthday:

X-Men Unite

Peter says that he is now a treasure, because X marks the... well, you get it. I'm glad to say that Peter is still among the family treasures, in spite of being attacked by a vicious TV and its cart. You never think you'll have to extract your child from a toppled TV stand, but you also never thought he'd find some way to pull it over on himself. Live and learn. The good news is, he seems to be fine, in spite of the flashy new fashion statement he is wearing on his face.

In all seriousness, we are all extremely grateful that he is ok, and that we were not far away when the accident happened. Just one of those times when you realize that you need to be prepared for emergencies, because you never know when they will happen.