One word answers

Eric just saw a finished list of questions which I was supposed to answer in one word. I was doing it because it was simple and I needed something else besides my last embarrassing story. Anyway, the Eric said, "Don't do those question/answer things on our blog." There it is ladies and gentlemen, "OUR" blog. We've come a long way baby!!! Next, I'm going to post a family picture and eventually he might even type. Stay tuned.

Okay, so I minimized the list in a major way. I'm only including the questions that make me happy to think about.

Your favorite thing? scooter (pictured below. When I rode around the neighborhood with Isaac in the basket, a neighbor lady gave me a safety lecture about him not wearing a helmet and him not being in the basket. As I look at the picture below, it doesn't look very safe, does it? But it was the Amish lady I bought it from who suggested I do it and she had done it with all her children for years. She seemed wholesome.)
Your favorite drink? milk (with chocolate in it...preferably from the BYU creamery)
The last thing you did? read (Isaac loves the 3 Billy Goats. His papa does the best voices)

Toi-let or not toi-let

I made Eric swear that he would not breath a word of this to anyone, especially not our contractor, and here I am blogging about it.
So this is what went down, or rather what DIDN'T go down. We hired a very nice gentleman to make a half bath into a full bath. He has done a good job and we think he has done the work at a very good deal for us. It has taken longer than any of us thought, so today when he installed the vanity and toilet I was super excited. Now I don't no why I am still a seven year old when it comes to being "the first one to use..." item X but I am totally seven. Eric came home from work and Paul was still working on things, they chatted awhile and then Paul left. After dinner Eric went to the regular bathroom and I thought "Yipee, I'm gonna be first to use the new facilities." And I was the first to use it, but as Eric liked pointing out, "You were first to use the toilet Jenny, but I'm gonna be first to use it and flush it!" Ha ha, not so funny. My heart just dropped when I flushed and I didn't hear the regular slushing of water. So I flushed again, but nothing. I peered into the tank and it was empty, dry as a bone. Oh no, no, no. There was water in the bowl, so I was confused but then Eric was kind enough to tell me what he and Paul were talking about. Paul needed an extra pipe, and filled the bowl to keep sewer smells from seeping into our new bathroom. Take it from me to always flush first when you are trying a new toilet. Somebody is bound to thank me for that one day. t

Cool spoon

Inside specially marked boxes of Apple Jacks, comes the the coolest spoon EVER! It's an Indiana Jones spoon that glows in the dark. I wouldn't blame the military if they made them standard issue. Just lick your spoon then stick it in your pocket for quick access for middle of the night raides and stuff. Cool spoon plus you get to eat Apple Jacks. Seems like a win win scenerio to me.

Isaac and his Granny are good gigglers. I am posting this so Isaac and I can laugh when we visit this site.

To shower or not to shower...

I like to take showers in the morning. It's usually Isaac's best play-alone-time, and I often get a little privacy...often, but not always. This morning my little fella threw back the shower curtains, and thrust a yellow object at me, "Light. Light." Being the smart mommy that I am I say, "Oh you want me to turn the light on?" "Ya!" So I turned on the flash light, one of those big-light-up-the-whole-forrest-flash-lights, and Isaac turned it right on me. There I was in my own personal shower feeling totally red in the face, I mean really...you know, they do that kind of stuff Vegas. I am refraining from posting any pictures, thank you very much.

Happy Birthday Isaac!

Happy Birthday Isaac! It was a scant 2 yrs ago that we welcomed Isaac into the world, and we have been happily engaged ever since!

To celebrate we went to a park that had a mini train and carousel. Our friends the Marchants and Ringels joined us for the festivities. Isaac liked the train a lot...but he also liked running around with other little people and the National ball his papa gave him for his birthday.

We completed his train cake at 12:30 am the night before…my kitchen counters are still pretty frosting colors, that stuff is potent. And the truth is Isaac wouldn't have cared less if it had been store bought.

For lunch we had Isaac favorites: red grapes, cheese, juice, Sun Chips, carrots (which he usually just sucks on), and sandwiches. He had a great time with his little friends! Dig in, little man!Zach, Emma, and Isaac enjoying the fruits of my labor.Isaac and Papa (Isaac wasn't a fan the first time around-cold and windy. Usually this elicits squeels of laughter.) Isaac, Xander, and Andrew (below) Get Isaac with other little people and he is thoroughly entertained.Isaac on the "choo-choo!"
That evening Isaac opened his presents, the second one of which was a car garage with a ramp from his Grandma and Grandpa Hatch. Isaac thought it was the coolest thing on the planet, and declined opening any more presents, until Eric forced him to. Isn’t that a little bit like us making him eat desert before his dinner? Well, in any event, every toy he received or already owned went down the ramp.

And in conclusion, let it be known that TRAINS, CARS, and BALLS are all 2 year old Isaac needs to be perfectly happy.

Check out my Slide Show!

Isaac is proud to announce...

Perhaps it is a concious decision if you want a baby or not. But I don't think you ever make a concious decision whether you want a baby boy or babygirl; it's not like you sit down and have a "planning" session with your honey to decide what you are cheering for. It just sort of happens, you sort of sway one way or the other. Often I hear, "I don't care if it's a boy or girl, I just want a healthy baby." Hmm-how noble of some women. I like Isaac A LOT. And I sort of wished for a little bro for my little man. Not necessarily because I thought a little brother would be a better friend than a little sister. I have two younger brothers who are all boy and I wouldn't trade them for five sisters. I adore them. My decision came from experience...we've done alright with with one little fellow, we should be able to do alright with another. Plus Eric thinks males are the superior gender and I want whatever makes him happiest. (Are you reading this Eric? It's just that most of Eric's free time activities are scheduled around males, and he would rather do yard work than watch a women's team. Huh, Eric?)

Can we do girly? Many of my favorite women in the world have wished it on me: my mom, Kelly (my only sister), and even my dearest friend (who is very girly) Anna. "I hope you get a girl" they said. Before my mother even new we were expecting she told me she was praying for me to get a girl, and when Christy prays, the heavens move. And I will tell you truthfully that I DO WANT A GIRL! I like girls. Girls are great... I don't care what I get I just want a healthy baby.

So that brings us to my doctors visit. We did a sonogram in his office and when I inquired what exactly he was looking at, he told me he was trying to see if he could discover the gender.
Isaac is going to get a little brother! I like boys. Boys are great...I don't care what I get, I just want a healthy baby.