It was a bike riding, fish catching, baby playing, Todd studying, slack lining great kind of day. I miss Todd. He studied all day in Doris... The neighbors cabin. I HATE when he misses stuff, boards are in five days and I can't wait for them to be over. !!!

It's been a good few days.

Lately: by my iPhone

Lockin in Down

We've decided to make our blog private to protect these sweet little cheeks. Leave us your address if you would like to subject yourself to all things Lucy, Todd and Suzy... but mostly just all things Lucy.

One of those nights. Darn it.

Boards, Boats, Babes

We are holed up here at the cabin for a week while Todd studies for boards, and Lucy and I work on our tans. Okay... just me, I'm not a child abuser.The weather has been beautiful and during the week the lake is quiet. We have been loving every second of our stay up here and are feeling depressed that it has to end. But, we are excited because next time we come up here we are bringing six of our favorite couples with us. I'm counting the days until then.

Gone Fishin'

          This week we found ourselves a fun new hobby. Who knew that fishing was fun? I have caught three fish total in my life, until this week. Combined this week we have caught seven fishes! We have had the most success just hanging out on the dock. We put the poles in the little holders and wait. We then see the pole start to bob up and down, and that is the point where I start screaming and reeling it in while Todd maneuvers the fish into the net. One of us is holding the baby, which makes both jobs kind of tricky (unless we are wearing the baby bjorn-that helps). The first night we took our worms that we had dug up and went way back into a corner of the lake where fish were jumping all around us. It was so still and peaceful, we watched the sunset and fished until after dark.The next night we did the same with my parents. It wasn't until Friday we discovered that dock fishing was the best. My mom gutted the first few fish for us, and then I told Todd he probably couldn't call himself a real man if his mother-in-law had to gut his fish for him. So my mom instructed him what to do, and he took it from there. I'm just surprised at how much fun it is when you are actually catching fish. I have another container of worms in the fridge, and as soon as Todd gets through 20 more pages of studies we are hitting the docks again. Oh, the Holmans will be so proud. Wish us luck.

Oh ya know, this is just Lucy trying to claw off her chubby cheek again. Sorry hunny, you're my child, you are stuck with them, embrace it.

My distraction doll

My little distraction doll. Time used to go by so slow when Todd was at school. I would beg him to come home the second school was out because I was always bored to death. I'm never alone anymore. It's maybe my favorite part of being a Mom. 

all 8

We played 

Then crashed

 Everyone came home for the first time in two and half years. It was the best weekend. I have no idea how eight completely different personalities came from the same 2 people. For being two moderately subdued people, they sure created some crazy children. I spent the weekend laughing and wishing that we were able to be together more often. Guy on a buffalo was the running joke of the weekend, Luke told Dad he would give him 20 bucks if he could incorporate the guy on the buffalo into his church talk on Sunday, and he did it.  The first day we met up at Craigos and kicked off the weekend with lunch, the boys then went golfing and the girls went home and tried on dozens of outfits for family pictures. It was so funny to see how different we looked in the exact same clothes. Wait, maybe funny isn't the right word, seeing how at one point I was in tears that my sisters and my mom are a size zero, and I am size... I won't even write it because I may start crying again. It's okay, I will lose the baby weight eventually. 

 We made it up to the cabin at 9:00. We watched the playoffs while munching on junk food for a while and then the you-tube hysteria began. We put you tube up on the big screen and laughed until we were sick over guy on a buffalo, streaking by the quad, and bad lip syncing. I think there was a little Brian Regan in there and a few other ones too, I can't remember. The next day was a FULL day of fun. Luke and Zach tried to fish, the boys wake boarded in the ice cold water (Todd wake boarded fully clothed), we played volleyball, tennis, ping-pong, there may or may not have been a little breaking and entering by Zach and Todd, ate pounds of chocolate, four-wheeled, rode bikes.. You name it we did it. My favorite part was at night we played games. Any game where multiple tuttle and Top Gun references are made, and comments like "the pink panther ate Johnny Depp," "eating hot dogs by moonlight on madison high school" "this shoe is as big as a monkeys face" are acceptable equals a good game in my book. Then we watched Warrior. Saturday we went home and we all went and did sealings in the temple. Pretty cool to have my whole family in the temple together. However, I don't think the sealer thought it was very cool when we all got the giggles during a few sealings. Shoot my ILS strikes again. (inappropriate laughter syndrome). After everyone crashed for a while we all got ready for pictures. I was happy all of the clothes I picked out for everyone worked out and the pictures turned out really cute. I loved my brothers all trying to be serious, and I loved it when Dad was being funny by puffing out his chest and then he tripped on a log and fell backward. Being with my whole family might be my favorite thing in the whole world. I love my brothers and sisters so much and feel so lucky  and honored to be their sister. I sometimes wonder how it all worked out in heaven before we were born, did we pick each other as siblings, did our parents pick us? That's something I want to know someday. However it worked out, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have such a FUN, tight, drama free family. Families like us are rare, and I know I am so blessed to be a part of one. 

1 month old

Dear Lucy,
          Remember when I used to write you letters before you were born? They were mostly sad because I didn't think I would get to keep you. Well from here on out only happy letters to you Lucy bird. How lucky are we to be together?
        Month ONE. You are now 9 pounds, how did that happen! At about three weeks you finally outgrew preemie clothes. I was so happy about that because you only had 2 cute preemie outfits. Your dad ran around all of Salt Lake trying to find some other ones, but came home with only boy preemie pajamas. You had to wear something! It was a good thing though, because we sent those boy preemie pj's to your cousin Patch who was only 2 ounces bigger than you. You have been to Idaho twice in one month. The first trip we made you were two weeks old, it was a little early , but I was dying for everyone to meet you. The second trip we spent up in Island Park. You have already had your first cold. I squeeze contact solution in your nostrils then suck those little boogers out...it breaks my heart every time. You are a good little eater and eat about every 3 hours, except last night you gave us a really big treat and slept for FIVE hours. Woot woot little baby! You love to bath, we may or may not have had a little incident in the bath when I thought it was a good idea to have you bath with me... you love to be in the baby bjorn (only when your dad wears it). You love lifting up your legs and making them really stiff. You calm down when we play or sing music, and you are a really good car seat rider. Except that one time when we were driving to see your Dad at school, and we got stuck in traffic. I had an emotional break down right with you, your screaming was giving me an anxiety attack and I about pulled over, but didn't. You love having your back pat. Your sleep best when you lay on our chests. You are constantly napping on your dads chest, but occasionally he gives you back to me and says "this little girl is burning a hole through my chest." You somehow swindle your way into our bed every night. You usually start in your bassinet but will cry until we put you on our chest to fall asleep. You already know how to get what you want. You will cry and the second you lay with us you stop crying. We don't mind though. We love it when you try to crawl up us when your diaper is dirty, we love that you have the worlds strongest baby neck and like to put your head up and look at us. We love when you are asleep like a good little baby, and then all the sudden you will try to dive bomb out of our arms.The funniest thing about you is that you grunt ALL the time. You make the funniest noises and sound like a little animal. You will grunt and stretch for 30 minutes before you actually wake up. It cracks us up every time, mostly to see such a cute tiny baby making such weird noises. We also love it when you go spastic when you are hungry. Your dad puts his nose near your face and if you go crazy trying to eat his nose, we know you are hungry. You have recently started pulling my hair and have even pulled a few strands out of my head. You freak out when you are hot, you don't really like a binky, but our thumbs work great to calm you down. You hate having a wet diaper, You have tiny feet and I've already lost about 3 pairs of socks. You are growing into most of your bows, except occasionally you will start to cry and I'll realize that the headband has slipped to cover your eyes. At this point you have a gazillion nick names. Lulu, Lulu bird, lu bug,bug, lulu bean, lucy bear, luce, Lsquared.. the list goes on. I hear your dad call you Lucy bear the most though, and I call you Lulu. You know how most babies lose hair on the back of their heads from being laid down? Not you, every hair is intact mostly because you never really get put down. I'm working on it though. You are just our little toy and we could not be happier parents. You are the cutest.. and don't worry we tell you that at least 1999 times a day. I love you little girl, more than there are words. Love, mom.

A perfect spring night up Millcreek canyon.