Memory Tag

My friend, Becky, did this "tag" game on her Blog and I thought it sounded like fun.

1. Add a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses.

If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. So, those of you that only get my posts through email are actually going to have to sign in to respond :)

In case you forgot how:
cramerclan.blogspot.com, sign in, and click on comments at the bottom of this post.

Highlights From this Week of Summer Fun

Kylee is growing fast. She will be 7 weeks old on Sunday. This week she has started smiling and laughing a lot. It has been so fun to watch her personality come out.

On Monday we went to East Canyon for the day. We played tennis, Tripoley, and went swimming.

Cody stayed in the kiddie pool at East Canyon for 3 hours! He would have stayed longer, but everyone else was ready to go in.

Cody is the best big brother. He always has a kiss for his cute sister. And she seems to always have a smile for him. Cody loves his bear, Harry, so much that we decided to get a little friend for Kylee. Meet Roberta the Rabbit.

Steve fell off his bike this week when he was riding to class. He was talking to his wonderful wife on the phone and crashed, hitting his front tooth on his wheel, despite a specific warning from me that he was going to get his teeth knocked out (a fear of mine). He got it fixed the next day. At least we know what Steve would look like if he was a hillbilly. He told his co-workers that his wife threw a beer bottle at him again and that our trailer is too small for our family sometimes. They weren't convinced.

Kylee's Baby Blessing

Kylee Faith was blessed last Sunday. My dad found these cute little white shoes and Steve's mom made a cute little corsage. Kylee looked so cute.

Two Kids is Definitely More Than One

That statement is so true! It's unbelievable how true that is. It has been nutsy around our house lately. For the past few weeks I have been wondering where my cute little boy has gone. The stories are endless and I have decided to not wait 10 years before I am ready to laugh about these incidents. There are two stories I would like to share (just two).

Story #1
First of all, last Monday I was feeding Kylee while Cody was eating some lunch. I usually help him wash his hands when he is done eating but I was unable to and he didn't want to wait. He told me he would stand on his stool in the bathroom and wash them himself. I thought that would be harmless and even helpful. He has done it before totally on his own and, although the counter is usually soaking wet, he gets the job done fairly well. A few minutes went by and then I heard the toilet flush. Cody likes to blow his nose and then flush the tissue down the toilet so I thought that that was probably what he was doing. A few more minutes went by and I started getting suspicious (it was the silence that sent up a red flag). I asked him what he was doing. Silence. I asked him to come back. Silence. Then I heard the bathroom door close. It was the first time in my life I used Cody's full name. Still no response. Doesn't he know what the full name call means? I put Kylee down and went to check out the damage. Cody was playing "Bigger Better" with the toilet. It turned out that he had flushed a piece of clothing (mine) down the toilet. The toilet had taken it well, so he went for something bigger: a towel. The toilet didn't handle that one as well and spit it back out. Fishing things out of the toilet is never fun, but losing things entirely via the sewer is worse.

Story #2
The next day Cody was playing in the living room while I was feeding Kylee (noticing a trend here?). The next thing I knew I was waking up. I realized I had dozed off for a few minutes and Cody was no longer in sight. This time when I called for Cody he came. Cody was completely greased from head to toe (including his t-shirt and shorts) in a thick layer of vaseline. Sometimes we put vaseline on Cody before he goes to bed because of his dry skin and he was looking pretty proud of himself thinking he had done a great thing to help out. I layed Kylee down and followed his trail. I found an empty jar of vaseline and a greasy patch of carpet in his room. Does anyone know how to get vaseline out of carpet and clothes?

So those are my latest and greatest crazy stories. I hope you are laughing about it. I know I am now (otherwise I will cry).

This post is dedicated to any and all who continued having children after an experience similar to this and a warning to anyone who has not had more than one child-or any at all-that parenthood is not for sissies.