2 year old moment...

Porter is so adorable and I love him to pieces. He can be so fun, and everything excites him.

But some days.........this is what we get...

Enjoy...especially if you don't have a 2 year old! :) If you do have a 2 year old YOU FEEL MY PAIN!

Miles' Choir Concert

Actually, it was Miles' performance and all of the Utah Valley Children's Choir. Allen helps direct that choir...so it was a joint concert. The Provo Tabernacle is such a great venue. Miles has learned so much this year in music. He is ready to begin on the piano in the fall. Quincy will start this fall. Porter is already singing the songs. It has been an amazing program for our family.

Here are the boys ready to go.

Miles and Felix were the only boys in their class. Look how handsome!!!

You can take the boy out of the sports clothes, but not the sports out of the boy!...or something like that! Here is Miles "practicing" before his concert!

Miles' First grade performance!

I can't believe Miles is almost 7....where does the time go? He is such a big boy. He is starting to want his hair done (if anyone has any ideas of how to get it to stay up....mousse and gel don't work). He is a crack up. He is full of jokes and attitude. (see next pic)He is our sports radio. Kids his age have no clue what he is talking about. He is wondering who is going to get traded in the NBA. Ahhh, to be 6 again! :) Okay, so most 6 year olds don't care about the NBA draft and don't watch sports highlights on TV before school. Miles, you are one special sports nut!!!

Here is Miles with Miss Anderson. He has had a great year in school.

The program was themed about Under the Sea. It was super cute and the dance Miles was in was so fun to watch. Here is a glimpse from my digital camera video.

We love you Miles. You are growing up way too fast!

Seeing the Johnsons!

We sure wish the Johnsons were our neighbors. We love them and it was so awesome to see them....even if it was just for an afternoon. Thanks guys, for letting us come over and play for awhile. We know your life is super busy. The kids love playing together....and we love hanging out too! Next time, Damon! We'll see you guys in July!

Grandma Bradford remembered

Even though my grandma died a month ago, I still catch myself wanting to pick up the phone and call her. She was one of my best friends. I miss her. I am so thankful for her, her life of service, and all she taught me. I was so lucky to have such an amazing grandma. I want to make her proud, and I can't wait to see her again!!

Here we are last summer. This sweater was one of her favorites! It hangs in my closet. It still smells like her!

I flew out to CA before the funeral to help with things and Allen drove the boys out. What a wonderful husband I have. He drove to CA, went to the funeral, and then drove home the next day, ON HIS BIRTHDAY! I owe him big time. I have wonderful neighbors who helped with the kids. I stayed in CA a few extra days to help my aunt go through grandma's things. It was an emotional week: hard, but one I am so grateful for.

Here is my cousin Paige with the boys. Grandma's favorite color was blue so we all wore blue for the funeral.

Me and my brother, Jameson. NO, we are not twins!

Porter was so excited to be out of the car...he just rolled and rolled in the grass.

Grandma made chocolate dipped strawberries for all sorts of ocassions, so it was only fitting to have them for the luncheon following the funeral.

Grandma Bradford loved lilacs. Her "smell" was Youth Dew, by Estee Lauder. As a child, I told my mom that grandma had a smell. Everyone thought I was funny, but as an adult, we figured out the smell. Her packages smelled, her clothes, her house, everything. So nice to have a reminder of her in my house....even if it is her smell! She taught me how to can fruit, make freezer jam, and cook all sorts of yummy things. If I needed to know how to freeze something, I would call her. She called me her "sweetie". She served her whole life. I hope I can follow in her footsteps.

God be with you, Grandma, until we meet again.