A Touch Of Tyrell

We all have special talents, abilities, and gifts. Mine? A very good selective memory. I can hardly remember anything that has to do with history, the government, politics and the like... but I can remember the price of almost every item I have purchased at the Goodwill. Great gift, right? I have a pretty bad memory when it comes to the important things. That's why I write them down. I really get a kick out of reading my journals from the past... and especially reading old blog posts. I really love blogging because it has 3 purposes. Journal/memory keeping, scrap booking /pictures, and socializing. It's a genius idea really. So I've been growing a garden in my craft room for the past several weeks and I've been a tiny bit obsessed with it. I spend so much time in there, I take a lot of pictures too. I decided to make a blog just for my garden so I could write down everything that I learn... so I won't forget. I can just picture myself trying to recall what tim...

Mr. Crazy Pants is 11 months old today.   He smiles real big after he sneezes and you say 'bless you'. He refuses to let me be in the kitchen alone. I cook lunch and dinner with him on my hip, on my leg, or screaming in his high chair. He always wants to see what I am doing... and any object that I have/had becomes a coveted object. The computer, the phone, my cereal, the book I read scriptures to him out of, the camera, the keyboard...  (He pulled this one off of Jake's desk and onto the floor. He had been working at it for a few days) This next picture was taken almost 3 weeks ago... ...cracks me up every time I see it. Babies and their phones! He is still obsessed with the drain. He learned how to climb into the tub all by himself. I never taught him. He'll swing one leg over, get on the tub edge and then reach for the spout and pull himself in. I was so surprised the first time I heard silence for a second or two and went into the bathroom to fi...

Have you ever flipped a pizza box over and looked at the nutritional information? The serving size is usually way off... like 1/8 pizza. We had pizza last night and I think they finally got it right!:

The Saturday before Easter was perhaps the best Saturday of my life... at least of the year anyway. The weather was beyond perfect, something you would only see in the movies. Saturday morning Jake and I decorated eggs... during Everett's beauty rest. Jake's eggs are hilarious, like always. When Beauty Boy woke up Jake took him on a ride to the dump. They got rid of a bunch of fallen branches what wouldn't fit into the compost bin. Apparently they had a great time riding with the windows down, drinking water from a sippy cup, eating handfuls of Cheerios (okay, maybe just Everett) while the Easter Bunny hid their goodies in the yard. The hunt. (He only ended up with pink and blue eggs) After Everett found 5 of the 42 eggs he decided he was done. He just sat in the grass and played with a pink egg for close to an hour. He loved everything about that egg and was so content playing with it and bending it in every direction possible. ...