Ski Bunny...

Cutest Ski Bunny in the World

Seattle Lids...

Grandpa and Grandma Fotheringham returned from a trip to Seattle with hats for all of the grandkids.  They all loved them, Asher so much that he wanted to wear them all at once!

A Rear View...

For so many reasons we've always thought Asher was part animal.  Well, here's another.  The boy will have his head hanging out the window if given even the slightest opportunity.  This is the view as a driver we've had for years, our boy-dog enjoying the wind in his face.

Friday Nights at Grandma Moore's...

There have been many wonderful things about Grandma Moore moving to American Fork, just a few house up from Grandma Fotheringham.  At the top of Eli's list would be his chance to sleepover on Friday nights.  He packs up his pajamas, a favorite stuffed animal, and he's off!  He's one lucky boy to have the undivided attention of his Grandma who willingly plays any game or helps him with any craft project he's interested in.  When Mom shows up to pick him up, he's often set up an unbelievable miniature golf course with wooden blocks and all kinds of plastic bowls and all kinds of household items that Grandma has no problem with him strewing all through the house.  Or a post office set up where they've written letters to each other, which they've mailed to each other at their post office and delivered to their individual mail boxes.  What a blessing Grandma Moore is to each of us.  What special memories Eli will have of his Great Grandma Moore for the rest of his life.

Future Pals...

We all love our spirited little Lucas.  He wants so much to play with the big kids, but like we all do, he's trying to figure out all the social rules of playing and Asher has been one of his guinea pigs.  Asher is two years older, so old enough he knows he just has to "take it" as Lucas is learning it's not okay to hit, take toys away, etc.  Since we eat every Sunday dinner together every week at Grandma Fotheringham's, in addition to all of the other family get togethers, Asher gets overwhelmed sometimes.  One Sunday when we pulled into Grandma's drive way, he asked, "Is Lucas going to be here?"  When I answered he would, Asher let out a long sigh and said, "I know I just have to be nice."  I'm proud of Asher for taking all he has and look forward to when the boys are older and mature enough to play as friends.  Who couldn't love that adorable Lucas?  Once he gets over the hitting and toy stealing, he's going to be tons of fun!

Pause...

Let's all take a moment, pause, and reflect for a moment on the scene before us.  All three boys, sitting next to each other, by choice, getting along, and enjoying the same activity TOGETHER.  Sigh... it's beautiful... truly beautiful.

I Scream, You Scream...

I scream, you scream, we all scream for .... not ice cream, but SHAVED ICE!!!  Beesons are lovers of shaved ice.

Could Be Worse...

I've spent most of the past ten years unhappy that my home and car aren't cleaner than they are.  Having grown up in a home that was truly SPARKLING clean, I often feel like I'm failing in that area of my life.  When I'm beginning to feel too overwhelmed by it all, I seem to be given a glimpse, in some random way, into how some others are living.  It helps put things in perspective for me.  We parked next to this car at the library.  The  van door was just left wide open, no one inside.  I couldn't resist snapping a photo, a reminder to myself that I'm not doing so bad.

Even Jesus...

After Asher's doctor visit for his kindergarten physical, I took the opportunity to again emphasize that there are only a select few who are allowed to touch the private areas of his body.  I was going through every person I could think of and saying to him, "Not your teacher, not your friends, not your Primary teacher, not your friends parents, not anyone at school, not a stranger at the swimming pool, not anyone at Church..."  I racked my brain to come up with every possible scenario and thought I had pretty well covered them.  After some silence and some obvious processing on his part, Asher asks, "Not even Jesus?"  He always seems to come up with the questions that make me stop dead in my tracks.

Bragging...

Texting is such a convenient way to communicate and the auto-correct feature is great - especially for people like Scott whose strength does not lie with spelling. Scott is currently serving as the Financial Clerk in our ward. In a text he sent to the Bishop, he wrote "financial clerk" which auto-corrected to "fine ass clerk."