For valentine's day some of the ladies in the ward planned a party--there were at least 16 kids (aged 4 and under). Talk about a mad house! I totally forgot my camera... but did manage to take a picture of the snack I brought...
James has also been walking... he can get up to 4 steps before he falls. Most of the time he'll just stand there forever and then decide to crawl instead. Here is my poor attempt to catch this feat on video.(disclaimer: no children were harmed in the making of this film... I know it looks like he fell but I did catch him)
And while we are speaking of James... this is his new favorite place to play. Several times a day I find him playing in this drawer.
My boys like to find little places like that to hide and play in. The other day I heard a loud CRASH in the boys room to find William falling through the blinds.
I'm still not sure how he managed that. We had a nice talk about not playing on the window sill anymore. Luckily mini blinds are super cheap.
I had a fantastic time scouring the store for things I could use for my sheep! I almost didn't put the legs on but William informed me that they "need legs so they can walk." Pretty cute sheep if I do say so myself.
I just can't say enough how blessed I am to have boys who play together nicely (for the most part). They just love to make each other laugh:
Group at BYU my junior year. This is probably a good thing because we were forced to see each other every week. Rich claims that he tried going after me the entire first semester but I was a little clueless... and I had another boy after me as well (who happened to lived directly across the hall from Rich and later married my roommate). The next semester I was more interested but he had decided to "move on." The reality was that he still liked me.Where did you go on your first d
ate? And who asked who out? Rich asked me to go with him to the Homecoming dance at the Utah State Capital. My roommates and I were planning a How To Host a Murder and had invited Rich's apartment. I needed to update Rich on some plans but he had left FHE a little early. I ran into the hall after him and he asked me to go with him to the Homecoming dance. I was in shock because I thought he was going to ask my roommate. It was a pretty awkward date to say the least. We doubled with his brother. To me it seemed that Rich and Bob talked to each other the whole ride up there and back (Bob's girlfriend lived in SLC so it was just the three of us in the car most of the night). Rich says he was using his "best material" on me and I still wouldn't say a word. I still don't believe that part. Another reason could have been that the night before I had gone to Homecoming with all my roommates and another apartment of boys--it was much more comfortable. (This is a picture of our first date.)
How long have you been together? Oh let's see. We started dating the first of 
March 2002. So it's been about 6 years.
Who eats more? I'd like to say Rich, although we're getting more even as the years go by. I snack a lot more so in the grand scheme of things it is probably me.
Who said I love you first? Rich did. As I recall we were sitting in his apartment in Provo and he asked "You know I love you right?" I wasn't quite sure how I felt and didn't want to use the "L" word until I knew for sure, so I just said, "Yup." I don't really remember the first time I said it back...
Who is taller? Rich by about 4 inches. We're both shrimps but we have surprisingly tall children.
Who sings better? I guess me. Rich writes songs though--several for me and makes up songs with the boys all the time.
Who is smarter? Is this a trick question? It depends on the subject. We both have our areas of "expertise." But let me tell ya, nev
er play a trivia game with Rich. He has so many crazy bits of trivia stuffed in his head that you wouldn't believe it!
Who does the laundry? When we were first married Rich did because I worked and he was in school. Now I do. It's a good thing too because Rich thinks that if a shirt is old and won't bleed then it's considered a white. This includes red shirts. That just doesn't fly in my book. I do NOT like folding laundry though! I often let a load sit in the dryer for days.
Who does the dishes? We both do... and we both hate it. Rich is really good about hand washing the pans for me though.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? If you are laying down on the bed then I sleep on the right. Funny story about that. On our honeymoon Rich put our stuff in the room. My stuff on the right and his on the left. My mom slept on the left and I guess I always assumed that I would I guess. So that whole week that's how we slept. Turns out that Rich had randomly put our stuff in the room. He had wanted to sleep on the right. By the time we figured this all out, months later, it was too late and we had gotten used to "our" side of the bed.
Who pays the bills? I do. And I like it. I could go on a shopping spree and Rich would never know (of course, that doesn't really happen that often... remember? I'm cheap.)
Who mows the lawn? Rich. I haven't mowed the lawn since high school and that's okay with me.... especially with these humid Oklahoma summers.
Who cooks dinner? I do but I love it when Rich does. He som
etimes claims that he can't cook but really he doesn't even need a recipe--he can throw stuff together and make a mighty good tasting meal. Oh and his omelets are to die for.
Who drives when you are together? Rich does. I'm in charge of keeping the kids happy and I have an easier time hopping in the back seat if needed.
Who is more stubborn? Oh me for sure. No question.
Who is the first to admit when they're wrong? Again, no question... it's RICH. I hate admitting when I have been wrong (goes back to that stubborn thing). I rarely do... but perhaps that is because I'm rarely wrong :)
Who's parents do you see the most? Rich's. They only live 20 minutes away from us so we see them at least once a week. It's nice to have family nearby. I'm trying to convince at least one of my sisters to move close. We love visiting my parents though and can't wait till we see them this summer.
Who kissed who first? Rich kissed me. I knew that Rich had sort of started dating this other girl (who I happened to know from my ward t
he year before) yet he was still flirting with me. I had a late night class that he picked me up from every week as well. I just couldn't understand him--why was he dating someone else and flirting like mad with me? So, I finally got the courage to go over to his place (down the hall) and find out what was up. (Seriously, it took me weeks and tons of prodding by my wonderful roommates.) Once over there I was still having a really hard time bringing the subject up, but eventually asked, "what's up with us?" He basically told me that he had liked me the whole first semester and had tried dating girls... but they just weren't me. Several times he mentioned he'd like to kiss me and finally he said, "so you better stop me if you don't want this," and then went in for the kill.
Who proposed? Rich, of course. We had dated for 2 months before the semester ended. I still had 2 years of school left and Rich graduated. We both went home for the summer. He came to visit me in California sometime in July and we had decided that we would date other people when school started (he would be at OU getting his masters and I was still at BYU). After he got on the plane to head back to Oklahoma we both realized we didn't want to be without each other. I flew out to Oklahoma a month later. During this trip we talked about marriage... but didn't have an "official" proposal--no ring. I went back to BYU and changed my major so that I'd only have 1 year left to graduate. At the end of September he came out to Utah for his grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary. I picked him up from the airport and we hung out all that day. We watched a movie in one of the classrooms on campus and then walked back to my apartment. He asked what I wanted to do. I didn't really care... which I think was driving him crazy. We finally decided to go up to this outdoor theatre that looks like a castle. The previous March we had danced there under the stars. Rich began to tell me that he was sorry that he didn't have this surprise he had promised me but that he had another one. He then asked when I wanted it. Well, we hadn't been back to the apartment and I didn't think he had anything with him so I just said, "I don't care. Whenever." Again. I think this was driving him crazy. All of a sudden, he was down on one knee asking me to marry him! It was wonderful! I was completely surprised. 
Who is more sensitive? I am. Don't have much more to say on that subject.
Who has more friends? I do--although Rich is more friendly. Rich thinks that it's crazy that I have friends that I've known since I was 3 years old. I mean, William is 3... weird to think that he might know some of his friends for the rest of his life. Anyway, I think I'm just better at keeping in touch... probably a by-product of moving as a kid. Neither of us is very social though so we still have yet to make "couple" friends here.
Who has more siblings? I have 3 sisters and a brother... and so does Rich.
Who wears the pants in the family? I'd like to say that we are equal opportunity pants wearers. Rich is really good about letting me have my way though :)
I don't know why... but I love Valentine's Day. Well, all of February up to--and including--Valentine's Day. I love to browse the valentine aisles at any store I come across. I just can't get enough of all the cute hearts and cheesy gifts. I love that everything is pink or red or white. I love making heart shaped sugar cookies and frosting them perfectly pink. When this obsession began I don't know. 
