These Babes

I had these babes for a hot minute last night.

Their faces.

Their smiles.

Their little voices.

Their snuggles.

Their curiosity.

Their laughs.

Their loves.

This auntie stuff is where it's at!

These Babes

Carrie needed balloons, so she texted me and I met her at Braxton's work.

These babies!!

Asher was happy with all windmills.

Anson was happy if he wasn't throwing tantrums! :)

They are just the sweetest, most handsome, most adventurous baby boys and Auntie loves them SO BIG!!

25 Months & 22 Months

These boys, though.

They LOVE to be outside.

They LOVE to play with sticks and balls.

They LOVE their mama.

A lot.

Asher loves nursery.

Anson, not so much.

They LOVE to eat.

They still don't say any words.
At all.

None.

They still let Auntie hug and kiss them and squeeze their bum cheeks!

I hope that never ends!

Anson is a smiler and a laugher and an escaper.

Asher is a wanderer, an explorer, an adventurer, a risk-taker.

They both have my heart!!!

Two Years of Asher

Two years ago, this sweet and perfect baby boy was born.

His birth mom and dad lovingly gave him to our family for time and all eternity.

I remember being so excited to be have him home so that I could bond with him.

I remember spending nights with Asher Dean so that his mommy and daddy could get some rest. 

His mommy was pregnant with his little brother and having a newborn when you're seven - nine months pregnant is exhausting!

Asher, Auntie loved you from the moment I found out about you.

You have healed hearts.

You have brought so much laughter and giddiness to this family.

Your cousins love you more than life itself.

You have such a cool bond with Kaydon.

Auntie is enamored by you.

Your brown eyes.

Your funny faces.

Your window seal sitting.

Your toilet plunger playing.

Your movie loving.

Your laugh.

Your running up and down the hallway.

Your playful bath time.

Your adventurous, not afraid of anything self.

I love you to the moon and back and am so thankful for every single second with you.

Happy birthday, Sweet Baby.

Two!

This baby boy turns TWO on Monday.

Make it stop!!!!!

Asher Dean is the most independent, creative, imaginative little boy I have ever known.

He is funny, silly, feisty, and so smart.

We love him with every ounce of our souls!

He loves to sit in the window seal, watch Smurf's, swim, play with the toilet plunger, make silly faces and laugh... he loves his daddy and his mommy.

I LOVE that they live so close and we get to see them often!

I miss him being a little infant, and I LOVE watching him grow and develop.

We love you Ashabash!!!

Keep Showing Up

I went to the gym Tuesday morning. 

As I do.

As I was finishing up my Yoga, I noticed commotion.

A sweet elderly man who is at the gym every morning had vomited and passed out.

He was conscious again, but he and every single surface around him was covered in vomit.

Never in my life have I seen so much vomit.

Ever.

My mama instincts kicked in and I went to the janitor's closet and got rags and water and a mop.

I desperately wanted to clean him up before the paramedics got there.

But they were fast.

I spent a bit of time helping to clean up the area with the gym employees, then I headed home to get ready for work quickly.

My morning was going as normal until about 11 am when my brain got very, very fuzzy and I became confused and dizzy.

Numbness started in my left hand and was moving up.

Ugh.

I would be unable to drive.

 Barely able to walk.

Kyle came and picked me up and got me in bed where I went to Dreamland for several hours.

When I awoke, I was still tired but the fuzz and dizziness had stayed in Dreamland.

I didn't go to the gym Wednesday or Thursday, which puts me off my routine.

Going to the gym is my time.

It's my time to be strong.

It's my time to reward my body for being so awesome-sauce.

It's my time to listen to whatever music I want to listen to and to work hard.

For me.

Not going puts me in a bit of a funk.

Then yesterday, I got an email from my attending physician at IMC.

It was completed FMLA paperwork for 2109.

I always struggle a bit to read the wording.

'Neurological Disorder' 

'Periods of extreme cognitive fatigue'

'Periods of dizziness, fuzziness, numbness, forgetfulness, inability to perform duties of any kind'

Those can sting a little.

But then I realize that I am SO BLESSED.

I have more good days than bad days.

I am working.

Yes, a few times a month I must leave work early to go home and just sleep.

But it's okay.

And today, I was back at the gym and feeling more like myself!

And, these two.

These were my Valentine's pictures.

These boys have my heart.

I remember holding them for the first time after I couldn't hold them for a while.

It was Heaven.

And everyday since then has been Heaven as well.

Weekend Wrap-up

My weekend was full of babies.

And I couldn't have been happier!

Asher and Anson got Auntie all to themselves Friday night!

No cousins there to help Auntie!

We made Valentine's cards for their mommy and daddy with handprints.

We kicked and kicked in the bathtub!

We did lots of snuggles and cuddles.

We ate a good nighttime snack.

Then the babies went night night and Auntie watched TruTV.

My Boys

I LOVE being a mama and auntie of boys.

Yesterday, Braxton hung out with Mama at work.

This kid is a hoot!

He got us Cafe Rio for lunch and cut his finger nails with the sharpest knife I've ever seen.

I'm not sure why these things surprise me anymore!

I will miss my kiddos coming and hanging out with me.

I will miss their boy-stuff that they do, i.e. cutting finger nails with a super sharp knife.

Asher is 23 months old! 

He turns TWO this month.

That actually makes my heart break a little.

I LOVE his auntie kisses and his naughtiness!

Anson is 20 months old.

I LOVE his snuggles and cuddles and giggles.

I love when I get to the house and he grins SO big to see Auntie!

Colton is like a dang star shining brightly.

This kiddo is so happy.

He loves to take selfies with Mama.

He also loves getting his Starbucks coffee once a week!

Last Saturday morning, he and Kaydon got up at 5 am and went to the Bountiful Temple to do some baptisms.

These are MY kids.

How did I get so blessed?!

Kaydon was able to do quite a few of the baptisms.

This boy right here is LOVING Chile.

He is happy, healthy, safe and full of love and joy.

He is missing peanut butter and American food.

But, he is SO good.

I am just the luckiest!