Braden is nine months old today and crawling on his hands and knees, pulling himself up on anything around, standing by himself for about half a second, teething (two more came in on top), and my personal favorite - holding his own bottle. My sister Jodi actually taught him how to do this, and I love her for it. Now when I get up in the middle of the night to make him a bottle, I hand it to him in his crib and go right back to bed. I would prefer that he just start sleeping through the night, but I'll take this, for now.
Braden is definitely the busiest of all of my kids. He's all over the place! He goes nuts when I have to change his diaper. I have to hold him down so he won't roll away and move on to something else.
He loves William and Rebecca. He is really good in the car unless his brother and sister are not in the backseat with him. I had to take him to get shots without his siblings one day, and he cried the whole way there. I thought he was just having a bad day until my sister told me he did the same thing to her when she had just him in her car.
He's a sweet boy, even though he has turned into a bit of a screamer. Lately he wants what he wants the instant he wants it, or he starts screaming.
We've had lots of new babies born in our ward over the past couple of months, and they all make my baby seem so big. It's sad that they have to grow up so quickly. I love it when they are little and helpless, and only mama can give them what they need. But I do love seeing Braden's little personality start to emerge. And he still let's me cuddle him sometimes, which gives me my newborn baby fix.

We ate dinner at Ariel's Grotto where


The girls got to dress up in their costumes for dance class, and they had to dance to get their treats from Mrs. Stephanie.
I wore a headband and earphones, but people just thought I was being anti-social. Kevin only spiked his hair for his costume. I guess that's what we get for being lazy dresser-uppers. I kept thinking all week, "I should go buy a long brown wig for my costume." I never did, and hence no one was aware we were even in costume. Maybe we'll try harder next year.
As always, my brother put hay bales on his trailer for trick or treating:
Here we are - Chaparral High School class of '99 (those of us who showed up anyway). I was cool enough to hold the the sign for the picture. I feel like everyone got better looking in ten years. As people were walking in, I kept thinking, "Wow, he/she looks great!"
After I got there I realized my camera was dead, so I stole these pictures from Julie's blog (thanks, Julie). I was a little horrified to see that they decided to put our senior picture on each of our name tags, but at least the picture was small. And I was disappointed that Brandon Flowers the lead singer of The Killers didn't show up. He graduated with us, but to be honest, I don't remember him in high school. It was after someone told me he went to Chaparral that I went and found a picture of him in my senior yearbook. 


Rebecca was six months old. As I was scanning this picture for this post, I noticed the copyright on the back of the picture said 2005. So sad. In my defense, we planned on getting pictures done when William was a baby, but then I found out I was pregnant. So we decided to wait until the baby was born. I love this old family picture, but we now have two more kids, so we were way overdue for an update.



I was walking out of Target last week, and this guy was blasting a Michael Jackson song in his car so loudly that I could hear the song even with his car windows rolled up. Then on my way home, I heard four Michael Jackson songs in a row on the radio. I think the station was doing a tribute to him from noon to 1:00 pm. Today I heard a Michael Jackson song being played at the grocery store. I hope one good thing that comes from his death is that we'll start hearing his songs more often.
There's Chelsie
Here's their bio from
When I saw her cute A-line haircut, and she mentioned on the show that she was married, I thought, "This girl has to be Mormon." Sure enough she lives in 
This little questionnaire was on the back of his "World's Best Dad" certificate. She did this with her teacher Sister Kilber. I didn't help at all. There is a cute picture Rebecca drew of herself and her dad, and it says that Kevin is 26 (He's 28 - pretty close), he is 6'1'' tall (6'0"), his job is "writing with pens and paper," his favorite food is cereal, his favorite movie is Stars Wars (that's right), and he and Rebecca like to play basketball. I laughed at the last one because I know they've never played basketball together. Then I realized that we put William's little plastic basketball hoop upstairs in their playroom, and Kevin goes up there and plays basketball with the kids. She actually does play basketball with her dad, and apparently she likes it.