Our Fast-flying Summer, Part I

I apologize for my lack of bloggingness. I have had many ideas in my head, but very little time to put it down nicely. To make up for it all, here's a nice long one on what we've been up to.

Making silly faces in "Mac" (a.k.a. the crib). I love the look Noah is giving Isaac.

Helping Noah play

Running in the sprinklers (everyone loves that)

Playing "pirates"-- Isaac is fascinated with killing me with swords and guns now. Nothing I say will convince him it's not cool!

Hanging out with Grandma Laney

Going on hikes in Provo and American Fork Canyons

Isaac watching a caterpillar crawl all over his hands

A classic shot of what Noah thought of the food at the Wagstaff Family Reunion

My two Handymen

Noah is my big, strong baby now. He has been sitting up for almost two months, just splendidly. He can eat rice, peas, green beans and oatmeal. We think he is teething, too. He grabs everything he can...sometimes a bad thing, sometimes a fun thing. He is pretty much an angel baby, though. Just very, very happy.

I would tell you more (I know you're all on the edge of your seats), but I simply cannot take the time. Isaac has just said "I got the hiccup" at least two-dozen times and we would all like to go outside at least once today. Besides, the blogger picture function is no longer...functional. So I'll have to continue with "Part II" next time!

So Here's to You

I am about to join all the father-appreciating fools out there in writing abou the dads in their lives. Since my father probably won't read this, I'll only say this about him here: he is a REALLY great guy.

However, I'm about to say a little something about the father of my chillens. Jared is a "nicey-nicerton" who's almost always happy. Pretty incredible. But wait, folks: there's more! He's a fun dad, always ready to wrestle with Isaac or play with Noah. He is teaching our sons some of the most important principles they will need for life, including patience (by his example) as well as the Gospel.

He's a runner, an artist, and an RN, among other things. He has been accepted to Johns Hopkins for graduate school, so it won't be long until he is a nurse practitioner. Life has never been a piece of cake for him, but he usually comes out of the rough stuff with a smile on his face (or at least a good story to tell--as only he can do).
I think one of his best attributes is that he doesn't mind when I don't meet my own expectations (that's a big deal!).

We really lucked out.

Happy Father's Day, everyone!