Ceci's Birthday and Baptism

I can't believe my little girl turned 8 this year. It was a big month for her with her baptism and party. My Dad came down from Utah for the baptism. That meant a lot to me. This was the first time we had family other than us there. He gave one of the talks and helped confirm her. Marcus and I played a flute and violin duet of "I'm a Child of God." Marcus is getting real good. It's such a joy to play songs with him.

Two of Ceci's primary teachers, Sis. Johnson and Cook, came also. They taught her last year. Sis. Johnson was so emotional seeing Ceci getting baptized. Sis. Johnson just loves the primary children. She and her husband taught them last year, but he died from a heart attack last March. Ceci and all the kids in the class had a rough time saying good-bye to him. They all came to the funeral and sang a song at the service. Sis. Johnson insisted that the flowers the children gave him at the funeral remain with him in his coffin. He was such a sweet man.

We had Ceci's party later in the month. I just couldn't get it together earlier. She wanted to have a party with the Disney fairies as her theme. She loves her fairies. The girls decorated bird houses into homes for their fairies which they took home. They also made some jewelry and played games. It's getting harder to entertain kids when they get older. After one of the games, one of the girls came up to Scott and said she wasn't playing anymore because she was bored. Time to move on. Many of them are used to going to Chucky Cheese or other venues that entertain the kids for you. We always look into it, but decide not to once we find out how expensive it is.

Painting Easter Eggs

The kids had fun painting Easter eggs. Marcus wasn't so interested in helping this year. He's getting older and painting eggs holds little interest to him so we did them while Marcus and Scott were at the priesthood session of conference. Marcus is so funny. He said the apostles should try harder to make the priesthood session more entertaining! "It's so boring, Mom." I asked Marcus if it would be better if they were juggling or something. Marcus thought that would be good idea. Kids!

Talía's First Laugh

My beautiful Talía laughed for the first time today! We have been trying for weeks to get her to laugh and all we would get would be a grunt or cough with a smile. Leave it to my friend Anne to get her to laugh. Anne and Dana were over at the house today, so we could rehearse our trio music. As soon as Anne picked her up and started playing with her than Talí started laughing. It's contagious! You can't help but to start laughing too. Enjoy!

Chunky Monkey

Yes, that is the new nick name we have for Talía. When she was real skinny we and all the doctors and nurses called her peanut. I am just so excited she has gained weight that I thought the name was fitting and cute. We also thought it was appropriate because she is always moving around. She will scoot all over the floor on her back. It's not wonder she doesn't have any hair on the back on her head.

Well, Ceci came home from school upset that one of her good friends said we were being mean to Talí by calling her chunky monkey. I had to reassure Ceci that we weren't being mean to Talí and that we just were so excited she has some meat on her bones. When she gets older we will of course no longer call her chunky monkey. I seriously doubt Talí will remember that we called her chunky monkey at the young age of 4 months and need therapy as a result. Good grief!

Of course that comment came from eight year old kid so I can let that comment go. What I don't like is when complete strangers feel the need to tell me how to raise my child. Case in point, many years ago while at Sea World I was feeding Ceci a bottle. A women out of the blue came up to me and started lecturing me on how to properly feed Ceci because I wasn't doing it right. She than assured me that she was nurse. I guess she felt that entitled her to being completely rude. Not to mention that I fed two other perfectly healthy children with the bottle the same way and they turned out just fine. Scott said she was probably a nipple nazi trying to make me feel bad about not nursing.

I remember my dear neighbor, Michelle, coming home from the grocery store in tears. People were coming up to her and telling her that her son, Gabriel, was obese (I'm not kidding) and that she shouldn't feed him so much. He was just an infant at the time. Unbelievable!!!!