He Likes It!

We have started feeding Ty baby cereal.

What is this stuff?

This is definitely not milk.

Hmmmmmmmmm...I think...

I like it!!!!

Bring on dessert!

Kindergarten Fun Day

My little girl is growing up. Heaven knows we have had our challenges with Tasha but this year I have enjoyed watching her learn, grow, and mature. I wish at times I could push a pause button and stay in the moment. She has had a lot of changes take place this year with schools and our little family. She has overcome challenges with great strength and endurance.

With school has come much growth. She has been more willing to try new things and is starting to learn that it is ok to make mistakes. Mistakes are a part of the learning process. She loves reading, writing and drawing. She will often look at a page in a book and draw a picture that resembles it. She is learning the cello and has started to master many skills.

Tasha has a great ability to make new friends. She is very likeable. She has made a very close friend here in Greenwich named Zia that took her under her wing when we moved here. It made the transition easier for her to adjust to a new classroom setting.

Not only has she excelled in school but she has become a tremendous helper at home. Whenever Ty cries she runs to his rescue to take care of his demands. Without complaint she plays Spider man daily with Garrett. They are good little friends. Tasha is a GREAT big sister. Most days she does her chores without complaining. Recently we added a few more responsibilities. She seems to enjoy doing her big girl jobs. She also loves to help out in the kitchen. She is my little chef extraordinaire. She is a great daughter and a joy to be around. We love you Tasha!!!!

Here are some pictures from Kindergarten Fun Day








Her best friend Zia.
They are two peas in a pod
and completely inseparable.

The Pity Award

So our ward had an Adult Dance a few weeks ago. We decided we would go and get our GROOVE on, or at least try. Back in our dating days we would go Country Dancing. We were excited to see if we could remember any dance moves. Luckily Rob has a good memory because mine stinks.(The more kids we have the more brain cells I lose. I guess that means NO MORE KIDS!) Since he is the leader, following comes pretty easy. He has the hard job. I just go where he tells me to go (if he's lucky). We learned the Cha Cha and then had a dance competition. For the first time in our married lives we actually won something. We got second place in the dance competion. I tend to wonder if it was second place for the worst couple out on the dance floor. We may have gotten second place but I think the judges had pity on us (The PITY award). This picture is our only evidence of our accomplishment. I'm disposing of the award since Tasha is a pack rat and wants to keep everything she finds.

4 Months

Ty is now 4 months. He weighs 14 lbs. 3 0z. He is 25 1/4 in. long. He has rolled over once from his tummy to his back. He's working on those abs. He attempts to sit up in the carseat and bouncer even though he is tyed down by the straps. He sits up with the help of mom and dad. He is curious about everything and has started to grab things with his hands and then attempts to put things in his mouth. He is also very vocal. We love watching him discover new things.

3 Months

At Ty's 3 month check up he weighed 13 lbs. 6 0z. He was 24 3/4 in. long. Ty has been working on his hand coordination. He always seems to have his hands in his mouth. He loves to chew on his fingers. He also loves his floor gym. There is a sun that lights up and plays music that always makes him smile. One of the things I love is going into his room to get him from his naps. As I start talking to him he starts to look for me and when he finds me he gives me a BIG cheesy grin. It makes me melt every time. He certainly brightens up my day. We all love his smiles and laughter. We especially love having Ty in our family.

The New Do

I decided to get rid of my hair. I was tired of kids yanking on it (specifically Ty and Garrett). My long hair also made feeding Ty a little difficult. He would have to feel his way through the forest of hair. I was certainly ready for a change. I'm no stranger to short hair and actually prefer it. I avoided it since haircuts out here are few and far between. I was spoiled with my own personal hairdresser (my sister). She is one talented hairdresser and no one compares to her.

I had a certain look in mind but I can't quite make it work with my hair. There is just TOO much to work with. Unfortunately I can't get away with those super short sassy haircuts but it is short nonetheless and I am glad it's gone. Maybe my haircut can somehow hide my fat rolls.

The Biggest Loser

Since having a baby I have obviously put on several unwanted pounds and Rob has talked about losing a few pounds for a few years now. Maybe its time to get down to business. We have decided to have a biggest loser competition. We have taken our measurements (which I refuse to share) and have set some goals and now its time to see who the BIGGEST LOSER really is. We have been going strong for about a month now or should I say one of us is. The other half stays up way too late most nights and tends to push the snooze button in the morning which makes it a bit more difficult to exercise on a regular basis. I must apologize on his behalf since he never knew what the snooze button was until he married me. I need to give him some credit though. He has been able to manage working out at least twice a week. His competition on the other hand (ME) has been working out at least five times a week. Not that you can tell. Nothing seems to be coming off, unless you count the half a pound I lost from getting a haircut. I did however lose a half an inch off my waist. It's not much but I will take it. We have yet to come up with a grand prize? Rob said the prize will be smaller waist sizes. I suggested a new wardrobe. What do you think Babe? I know he won't BUY that idea. So who will the biggest loser be? The Sensational Steph or the Reducing Rob. Stay tuned for the final weigh in.