Seth is 5!!!

Seth says funny stuff.  Like a couple days ago at dinner he grabbed our attention with a line he uses often.  "Hey guys!  I have a great idea!"  Once he had established that we were all ears, "We should have a new last name!  IT'S (pause for affect)  NINJAGO!"

At five Seth loves: dancing to the chipmunk movies sound tracks, playing the wii especially Mario, jumping on the tramp, waffles and sausage, being home, sneaking into our bed at night, Calvin and Hobbes, riding his balance bike (it's taken awhile), forts, making people laugh, sitting on my lap during primary, swimming on his front not his back, babies, singing the primary songs, saying prayers in primary-he always volunteers, ham & cheese sandwiches not P&B, wrestling with his brothers, dress-up costumes especially Robin and also Dash, ring pops, books, movie parties with popcorn, snuggling.

I just read the above to him and said, "Is there anything else?'  He said, "Taking naps" and not a moment late says, "Kidding."

Seth is a smarty.  He is reading, his penmanship is very clear, he does simple math, and he just gets stuff.  (The last part of the last sentence would be an indicator that Seth inherited his papa's intelligence gene, and not his mama's, thank heavens.)   Whoever are his guardian angels, they are lucky.  I love listening to Seth pray.  He says mostly "Thank Thee" prayers, and it covers all the bases.  After saying thanks that the missionaries could come for dinner, or thanks for our family, he will say something like, "Thank Thee that the missionaries will get home safely." Or  "Thank Thee that we will have a good time tomorrow." He loves Heavenly Father and he follows Jesus' example.

I taught his sunbeam class today.  We were speaking of homes, and I was showed a picture of Nephi's family on the boat and asked them children who was pictured.  Seth said, "Nephi."  His Sunbeam teachers told me in the past that without Seth they would be in trouble, he knows all the answers.  Anyway, I asked who his father was and Seth said "Lehi.  And Sariah was his mother."

He gets a little glint, like a serious glint, and he laughs and laughs at himself.  I usually join in his laughter because it is contagious.

Sweet Seth, you absolutely love life.  And we love life more with you in it.  You make everything more fun and happy.  HAPPY  5th BIRTHDAY Sethy boy!

Another 12 SVP

 We only have 2 official family rules in our house.  

The first one was chosen even before we were married.  Eric and I had been engaged  a few months and we were sleeping over at my sister’s house.  Kelly, my awesome sister, heard the tell-tell sounds of a grand mal seizure coming from the room were I was sleeping.  Eric was sleeping some where else, and Kelly had someone fetch him so that he could see the whole ugliness of my dumb disease.  And it was ugly.  I was ugly.  I threw up, chewed my tongue, and I didn’t recognize him.  About a dozen times I whispered to my sister, asking who the fella sitting next to me was.  It wasn't pretty.  I think he cried.  Later, when I was more coherent, he mentioned to me that he thought an appropriate family rule would be: In our family we don’t have seizures. 

It’s been 12 years, and there has been some hum-dinger reactions, but the rule has never been broken.

Our 2nd family rule has been broken, several time.  It is: We don't kick dad in the nads.  This particular rule has only been in effect for about 7 years...cause that's how old Isaac is.  We have been married for almost 12 years and have had the pleasure of 3 darling children.  I think Eric makes CUTE babies, I mean the CUTEST babies ever, in all existence.  It wasn’t part of his eligible bachelor curriculum vitae, but it could have been one of his best selling points.  He has lots of best selling points:

He packs the car whenever we go on road trips. 

He empties the trash.  

He gets our boys ready for church. 

He brushes teeth, changes diapers, and gives baths. 

He fetches my glucometer from downstairs at night when I have forgotten it.

He calls MY mom. 

He is generous, money isn’t what matters most, people matter most. 

He is a missionary advocate and says things like, “I think we should do whatever we can to help the missionaries.” 

He buys me red, white, and blue flowers on the 4^th of July. 

He picks the YSA up at the metro every weeks and brings them to our house for FHE. 

He reminds us daily to have family and couple prayer. 

He plans awesome family trips, and takes us to the beach, Disney, and Denmark to name a few. 

He cooks dinner. 

He goes grocery shopping. 

He rubs my shoulders while I am at the kitchen sink. 

He fills the car up with gas.

He makes me giggle, and is my favorite person with whom to share inside jokes.

He is the whole package.  I like 'im.  In 8 days we will be celebrating our 12th  anniversary, an even dozen folks.  I'll take another 12 please, the whole package deal, s'il vous plait.