Sunday, October 31, 2010

Winn's Hippo Party

Winn, ever the patient child, waited for two whole months to celebrate her birthday at the zoo. Things got a little crazy after I had Klive. I got staph and then hospitalized, Kolby moved to Tulsa for a month, June went back to school, Klive demanded all of the parental attention, and this little girl's dream of having a hippo party sort-of fell through the cracks.

Winnie is such a kind-hearted girl. She never whined, complained or bugged me about the party favors gathering dust in my closet. She knew one day Mom would get her act together and we'd celebrate her 4th birthday in style.

So last week we slapped on our animal masks . . .

And headed out on an animal scavenger hunt to find the birthday treasure.

You couldn't fool these smarty-pant kids, they knew everything about the animals and found their way to the loot with ease.

Winn had a great day with all of her best buddies.

And the pink hippo cupcakes in navy blue-frosted ponds really hit the spot.

It was a great day . . .


. . . for a really great girl!

Friday, October 29, 2010

Our Little Man

I'm using this blog as my excuse for not making a baby book for Klive. I didn't do a very good job keeping the girls' books current anyway, so I have promised myself that I would write down the big baby milestones on the blog instead and share them with everyone.

Today Klive laughed for the first time. And he laughed at his best friend - Winnie. We were in the midst of our morning ritual - watching Ellen and having a bottle. Winn was being her usual goofy self and doing a little bum shaking with Ellen and it must have struck Klive funny because he did a burst of laughter. Winn was so excited. She prides herself on being the best big sister.
Here's a couple more shots of our little dude. He's just shy of three months, and I am so ready to start him on cereal. He demands feeding every hour, and lately he's been drinking 6 to 8 ozs. at a time. What a little porker.

He's very alert and wants us to pack him around all day, just so he can look at everything. He whips his head from side to side and his eyes are as wide as an owl, just trying to take it all in. He hates to nap in the day because there is just too much to look at. I think he's a lot like June in that respect. She didn't want to miss a thing either.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

The Big Utah Wedding

Thanks to Uncle Cole and the miracle of the "Buddy Pass," our family had the pleasure of flying home to be a part of Uncle Kory's wedding. That's right, Uncle Kory finally tied the knot. Here's a picture of his lovely bride Misty, his new daughter Jett, and the two awesome families. Misty and her crew are from Australia and we loved every minute we spent with them. Her dad totally reminded me of Croc Dundee.

The ceremony was so beautiful and special. It was so nice to be able to make our way back to the Manti Temple. Kolby and I haven't been back for almost 10 years - when we got married. We carried a bit more baggage in the form of three rug-rats this time. It is still our favorite temple.

The reception was great fun. No standing in line to greet this couple. Those Aussies know how to entertain. Singing, dancing, even scary island warrior dancing. Winn had to cling to her twin, Aunt Rylee, for safety from the island dancers, and we all kept our distance from the kilted didgeree-doo player.

Me and my four Johnson sisters. I sure do love these ladies.

After the wedding, we had a few days to hang with the fam. It's never enough time, though.

All the grandmas, grandpas, and aunties and uncles got to meet Klive. I think he was a hit. However, they created a monster. He now won't let us put him down and yells at us if we dare try.

I should also mention that we were lucky enough to stay at the Washburn's lovely home. It was better than the Ritz. They made us breakfast, shared their craft room and home theater, and brought Cousin Conzo over to entertain the girls. AWESOME!

On our last night there, the kids carved pumpkins from Grandpa Kyle's garden.

It's always hard to say good-bye to the fam. I wish I took more pictures, but it's not easy when my arms are always full of baby.