Slide and the Shirt

Aiden's favorite activity in whole wide world is sliding.  And this skinny chicken-leg ball of fun has figured out that he can go down slides all by himself.

The little bitty slides.  The big whirly ones are a giant no-go.  Even with Uncle Chris helping.  

Mister would slide all day, all night, sun, moon, rain, earthquake... whatever.  

BUT I must explain about the Steelers shirt.  This is one of the funnier moments in our lives.  I was pulling into a kid store to look for new vests for Aiden's amazingly cute new church outfit (pictures to follow this weekend).  We were browsing the clothing racks when we heard, "Hey!"

I turned to find.... the Smedley's karate instructor, Jeff.  Now, we have been to barbecues and Smedleys with Jeff and his girlfriend, Katie.  Aiden knows him well because he goes to the karate studio every day.  Jeff is so stinking cute with Aiden.   

So Jeff saw us pulling into the store and followed us in.  He has no children of his own, but wanted to see what we were up to.  And he found this Steelers shirt and bought it for Mister.  

It was awesome because I am not a huge sports fan.  Jeff made me convert to Steelers. 

Must have the binkie before the sliding... A boy has his standards, you know...

Chicken-legs!

Aiden is tube-phobic.  All he would do is sit at the edge of the tube and scream.  

But the colors were pretty, so...

Sorrrrry

Aiden and Garfield cruising at Walmart.  6:00am.  Saturday morning.

I know it has been a while.  My life is careening at 500 miles an hour.  I am lucky to get a few pics in here and there.

Yesterday morning, Saturday, was my one and only day to sleep in during the week.  We wake up at 5:15am so I can be at work by 7am in Salt Lake City.  Yesterday morning, Aiden woke up at 5:15am patting my face saying, "mammy".  I cracked one eye open and said, "Really?!"  Then I did what any loving caring mother would do.  Put him on the floor of my bedroom with toys, shut the door so he wouldn't get into things, lay on my bed and fell back asleep until about 6am.  Sheesh.

So, at 6:00, we went grocery shopping.  Grocery shopping at Walmart is my LEAST favorite thing in the world to do, but at 6am on a Saturday morning, it is tolerable.

Aiden's treat?  50 cent ride with Garfield.  Aiden got cheated.

Then we went to see my favorite conductor, my sister, my best friend and his fiancée, several friends and many, many acquaintances play some really great music.  It was a chamber orchestra and it was divine.  It was at the Farmer's Market in Ogden and it was outside where Aiden could run around and make noise - and no one cared.  I could still listen, he could still be a one-year-old.

I wish I had recorded this on video.  See his hand up in the air?  This was at the concert.  He is conducting - mimicking Dr. Palumbo.  My little musician.  Already.  Awwww...

Then, off to a family baptism.  It was so full of family.  Aiden was a stinker.  Tired, stinky stinker.  Dinner afterward and he was little beggar stinker.

This morning,  we were milling around... quiet-like... until the Primary President in my branch called to say that the music people, the sunbeam teacher, and the 2nd Counselor were all gone.  (Last week I was called to be 1st counselor... and played the piano...).  So one hour before church, I was throwing together a Singing Time while the president threw together the sharing time.  We both agreed at the end of the meetings, we were keeping three or four of these things in the closet for emergencies!!!

And ...  TA DA!  Aiden went to nursery today and... STAYED THERE THE WHOLE TIME!!!  He is only 15 months and really is not old enough to go, but the Branch President suggested it so I could be in Primary.  The ladies evaded the answer when I asked how he behaved.  They are angels.  And they are getting homemade bread tomorrow to prove it!  Thanks, Anna.  Thanks, Genevieve.

And tonight we said goodbye to Sharon, my step mother.  She has been her for almost two months for family things.  Aiden has learned to love her.  Thank you, Grandma Sharon.  Drive safely.  Come back for the Christmas party.  Bring your earplugs.