The great TP debate

The great toilet paper debate has ended.  Scientifically, I have proven that rolling the paper "behind" is the only way to have toilet paper.  You see, my friends, a toddler has no problem doing the downward swiping motion that unrolls toilet paper if rolled forward as evidenced by a whole roll being unrolled and playfully dropped into the potty today.  It is significantly more difficult for aforementioned toddler to make the upward swiping motion for the "behind rolled" toilet paper.  And while this toddler may scream and pout and throw an epic tantrum, the toilet paper stays perfect.  And the potty stays unplugged.

Little Nonkey's room

It took 6 weeks, but Aiden's room is officially done.... until I find something else to put in there.  Since I live in a complex, I can not paint the walls, so I had to try non-paint ways to decorate the walls.  I have found ways.  Here is Aidens Room.

The wall on the right.  His bed is on the floor because he falls out of regular beds and the crib was a torture chamber.  He does great in this bed.  Such a big boy.

This is the back wall.  It seems fuzzy, so let me explain.  The thing on the far right is a lamp I bought at IKEA that is so cool.  It is a soft light that we use to wind down at night.  Second, I know that Monkey is spelled wrong.  It is a personal joke.  Uncle Chris used to call Aiden "Furious George, the Furious Little Nonkey."  So it stuck.  The dresser is my great-grandmother's dresser that was given to me by my sister, Jodi.  It is perfect.  The curtains are brown corduroy with banana leaf vines on the top and monkeys in the leaves.

This is the mural to on the left wall.  It is so tall that I actually had to cut a foot off the vinyl so it would fit on the 7 foot walls.  It is enormous.  Notice the rocking chair to the left.  That gives an idea of size.  It was painful and awful to put up and Mom said so many bad words I should be in time out for a year.  But it is done.

Here is Mom's bedroom - creative vinyl in place of a headboard.

Aiden's bathroom.  And the stinky monkey playing on the potty.

DONE!  The house is pretty much done!  

Yay!!!

I love to see the temple

Last night, after work, I went to the temple.  The last session I had done was two weeks before I delivered Aiden.  It has been a long time.  I haven't felt right about leaving Aiden for an extra two hours or so in the past year, but last night my life needed a big spiritual boost from the Lord.  I maniacally drove from work to the temple, talking on the phone, arranging patients, marketing, directing the company.  I rushed to get dressed and rushed to the chapel of the temple.  When I sat down, I had no cell phone, no companion, no where to be except right there.  It was overwhelming to be so quiet.

After the session, I was able to sit in the Celestial Room for a very long time.  I cried like a child, prayed like a condemned man, and just felt the peace of being focused.

I was able to go home with peace in my heart, patience in my demeanor, and a reminder that God knows me and is charge of my life.

What do guys wear under their kilts?

Diapers. 

Yes, Aiden is wearing the darn cutest little kilt you have ever seen.  We went to the Scottish Festival in Payson and Shiree surprised him with his very own kilt.  

Stinking Cute!!!

Aiden loved the sound of bagpipes.  Must be the Fightin' Scot in his blood.

I dare anyone to tell these guys they look like sissies in their kilts.  They are the biggest, toughest guys.  And most of them carry knives in their socks.