nightmare at the doctor's

I took both boys to the doctor the other day. Thatcher for his 2 year checkup and James for his 6 month. From the moment I got the boys out of the car I knew it was going to be a disaster... I have never been more right. Thatcher was so grumpy and mad and I have never seen him act quite so naughty. He pulled my hair and emptied out drawers while his darling pediatrician was trying to talk to me. I was so embarrassed. I looked like I had no idea what I was doing and that was because I didn't! Thatcher never really acts like that and so when he does I don't know what to do.
Every thing we did was a huge ordeal--getting his temperature taken, getting weighed, measured, head measured, then when the doctor listened to his heart beat and looked in his ears, mouth and eyes. He was screaming, kicking, and throwing a fit through all of it. It climaxed with his shot and once we left the office he was happy sweet Thatcher again (except for later on that afternoon when he bit James's hand and kicked me...we have now officially begun time outs in our family).
So in the end we survived. My pride didn't, but the rest of us did.
Both of the boys are healthy and right on track developmentally. James was a sweetheart and had to get three separate shots. Both boys are pretty average in weight and height, but Thatcher and especially James have huge heads. I think James was in the upper 90th percentile...crazy! Because Thatcher was skinny for so long, James weighs as much Thatcher did when he was 9 months old. I love having a baby with some chunk and with a beautiful big head!

at the park with papa and Josh

building a fort

We went to Costco before heading up to the Canyons and Thatcher had fun piling all the food around him. I thought it was so cute and clever (but then again, everything that boy does just melts my heart).

Valais

We spent the last day of our trip in Midway with Ty's family at Valais. Valais is heaven. It is gorgeous, there are tennis courts, trails for running and bike riding, playgrounds, volleyball and basketball courts, indoor and outdoor pools...it is perfect. We had a great time swimming, feeding horses, eating eggs benedict (thanks again Seth), and riding bikes and were sad we didn't have more time to spend with family.

the 4th of July

Ty came to Salt Lake to join us for the last week of our Salt Lake adventure and we had a blast. We spent most of the time at the Canyons. We went on bike rides, went running, swam, went to the Oakley Rodeo one night, saw fireworks with Ty's family my family and we also went to the Park City 4th of July parade. Ty took the boys to Provo one morning for a family celebration complete with a candy cannon and we also got to see a movie in the theaters (quite the event for us). Besides that, we ate lots of junk food and had a good time.

a change in plans

Yesterday I felt motivated. I got out of bed at 6:15 and started cooking, cleaning and getting things done. The boys woke up and I fed them both breakfast (a time consuming endeavor when you have a baby James how insists on putting his fist and then his bib in his mouth between every bite), then put them both in the bath. I was right on schedule to make it to my weight lifting class when things changed. Thatcher jumped out of the tub twice to go and sit on the potty. I had to persuade him to get back in the tub to wash him but then as soon as I was done it was back on the potty. Time was running short and so I got James ready then started to get Thatcher lotioned up and dressed. However, Thatcher was very adamant that I not put his diaper on and ever time I mentioned it he ran to the potty. After a while he closed the bathroom door with a sweet, 'bye' and a minute later came out saying, "pee pee" and pointing to his little potty. Sure enough he had peed. I was so excited. We went downstairs, got him a popsicle, picked out a pair of big boy underpants and talked about all the the prizes he would get if he did it again. I talked to my mom and decided to not go to the gym because this was huge and I shouldn't miss such a great opportunity. Things went well for a little while when, "uh-oh"... Thatcher peed on the floor in his big boy underpants. After that I put a diaper on and he pooped in that. The rest of the day he wouldn't even sit on the potty until bedtime when once again he refused to have a diaper put on him. He and his dad took turns sitting on the potty, but after a half-hour and way past his bedtime with no success, we forced a diaper on him and put him in his crib.
Today he has shown the same interest and has been in his big boy underpants for a couple hours with no accident, but also with nothing to show in the potty. We will see what happens. I would die if he really could be potty trained this young, but I know I shouldn't get my hopes up.

a sweet moment

Today as Thatcher was running around in his big boy underwear (SO CUTE) and laughing while James was rolling all over the place and staring at his brother and laughing as well, I thought...man, I am the luckiest woman on the planet. I love my boys. I love that they love each other. I love that we have fun together and am excited for a the fun memories to come.