Super Cute Cupcakes

I really liked my sunflower cupcakes. I think if I make them again though I would put them on chocolate cupcakes. I think they would just look better against a darker background. But they tasted really good, lemon with lemon curd centers. Yummy!

Grandpa Wood's Memorial

We spent the weekend of the 7th in Crouch, Idaho. We were attending a memorial service for William E. Wood (Michael's maternal grandfather) who passed away back in December. Michael's grandparents own a cabin up there, and as the cabin was full, our family set up our tent up on the property. It ended up being more of a family reunion. We ate way to much food and spent most of the time by the river trying to stay cool. The property backs right up against the Payette River. There is a little beach the kids enjoyed playing in. The whole family, aunts, uncles, cousins, in-laws and babies floated the river together. This picture was taken before we left. The river was really low and my poor bum got very beat up by the rocks.
Ethan loved playing in the water and actually waded out past his knees. It was enough to make this mother proud.Libby loved all the attention she got. This is one of the only pictures were she isn't caked with dust and/or naked. She really likes naked, the little exhibitionist.
This is the lady of the hour, Grandma Wood. This was right before we went home. The kids were tired and had no interest in having their picture taken. Libby is wearing her swimsuit cover because it was the only thing she had left that was even close to clean.

Potty Training 101 Part Duex

We have decided to give a go at potty-training Libby. Recall she is just 22 months old. She has decided, however, she does not like her diaper anymore.

He has gone on the little potty a few times. Twice yesterday #1 and #2. She has also gone on the floor and outside on numerous occasions. We are attempting to use a method described in a book (so you know it came from Katie). It talks about all animals having an innate need to not soil themselves, and as humans, we break them of that by putting them in diapers, then we have to re-train them back to what they already knew when they were born.

So, we are trying to re-train Libby to pee-pee and poo-poo in the potty. Yes, I am her father, but I still feel like a dork when I say it so many times a day. "Libby! Do you need to go pee-pee in the potty?" Her answer is always the same: she scrunches her face and says "No." She'll sit on the potty five or six times before she eventually goes on the floor somewhere, usually in the vicinity of, but rarely in her potty. We think we are making progress, so we're going to keep up with it.

An aside: For those of you planning to have children in the future, secure a residence with as little carpeting as possible. It's just easier. Trust me.

Weybright-Goodsell Wedding

Our friend, Kortnai Weybright, was married a few weeks ago to Philip Goodsell. Pic below, video here. The "We miss you" part at the end isn't for you, unless you live in Missouri and your last name is Henderson. :P

Fishing at Duck Valley

Michael had a few day break between the end of spring semester and the beginning of summer term. So we went fishing with his mom and dad and sister Kristal. The children were in heaven, until about day three, at which point everyone was grumpy and out of sorts. Ethan loved going out in the boat with Grandpa. Grandpa hits the fish with a piece of wood to knock them out. Ethan got really, really into that. "Hit its tail. Make its tail dead. Its tail is still moving. Hit it." I hope he doesn't turn into a psychopath.

Libby also loved going out in the boat. But she didn't like the fish part at all. Any time a fish came near her, she would scoot away squawking. As much as they loved the boat the favorite activity was throwing little stones into the water.

This was the biggest fish we caught while we were up there. And yep I caught it. I was still pretty sick while we were up there, so please excuse my appearance. And I really didn't want to touch the fish. I was being a sissy girl.