Nathan...

I can't even say his name with out smiling. He is reaching such a fun time in his life. He is a lot more quiet than his older brother, so the spotlight seldom falls on him. He has been changing so much and cracking me up lately.

The other day I went visiting teaching. Afterward, we planned on going to our fun little Rupert pool with the kids. When I walked in the door, Robbie had already dressed the big boys. It was easy he said. There were no fights or anything. BUT, the first thing I heard when I came in the door from Nate was, "Look at this UGLY swimming suit my dad is making me wear." It was Carson's old one. Nate has some new ones but Robbie couldn't find them (in the drawer). I said, "Nate, it is fine." "No it is not. Look at this UGLY swimming suit my dad is making me wear." He is pretty easy going, so I knew we'd better change. This was also the Wayment Family's first squabble over what to wear. That is how it goes with boys...they don't usually care.

My little boys love the Planet Earth DVDs. They learn so much. So, the other day while I was folding laundry, we watched one. Nate said, "What does droppings mean?" It means poop. "Gross. Those roaches are eating bat poop. Gross." Then later there were camels. "Mom, what are those called again?" Camels. "Caminals." No, Camels. "That is what I said...Caminals." OK. "Mom, are those captus sharp?" You mean CaCtus. "No, I mean caPtus...are they sharp?"

He is full of a million questions. His favorite thing to ask about are beetles. We have a bunch of big black ones living in one of our window wells. He and Carson spend hours shoveling dirt down the window well to kill the beetles. We now have a good 8 inches of dirt up our window. We tease him about beetles for breakfast. Beetles for snack. Anything beetles cracks him up.

Lastly, just this afternoon I was scratching my eye. I had my lower lid pulled down so that the pink part was showing. "Gross mom. Don't do that." Let me show you something Nate. Then I pulled his eyelids down and he ran strait to his dad to scare him. He thinks that is pretty funny.

It it these little moments of laughter and a million questions that I think, "How can these little boys grow up?" One of my favorite quotes is, "Young boys should never be sent to bed. They always wake up a day older." I find myself at these moments wishing they could stay little forever. Robbie gives me a hard time about still holding Carson on my lap at church. I say that it isn't going to last forever, so I'll take it while I can get it. Today I have felt the need to hug a little longer, listen a little better, and play a little more. Are my floors mopped? No. Is my bed made? No. It the laundry done? No. Are my kids growing right before my eyes? Yes. Do they know that their mom loves them more than anything? Yes. Then nothing else matters.

We are having a...

BOY!!! I know...I can't believe it either. But, there is no question about it, this one is a brother. I wasn't even looking at the ultrasound screen. Robbie said, "Well, it looks like another boy to me." The tech responded, "Yep. (then looking at me) Are you ok?" Am I ok? Of course I am ok. He, so far, is healthy. He is growing. He is very wiggley. He is going to fit right in.

I actually was a little relieved. I know that I am supposed to want a girl, but I know how to do boys. In fact, the ultrasound lady said, "You look like the kind of girl who needs a girl." Apparently, so far, not true. I am thrilled to have another busy funny little person at my house. I hope that these brothers will be best friends and always look out for each other. I hope that they always love each other and have fun together. I hope they will teach each other that it is good to obey...not just us as parents, but teachers, leaders and the Lord.

When I was a little girl, like 3 or 4, I played with my babies all the time. All the time they were these beautiful little baby girls. I used to tell my mom, "When I grow up I am going to have 10 babies...all girls. And if I have any boys, I am going to flush them down the toilet." Well, now that I have almost 4, I can't imagine flushing one of them. (A funny note is that Nate over heard me saying this and freaked out. "I don't want to go down the toilet. Please don't put me in the toilet!") Each one is so fun and so different. I love Carson's love for life. Everything is so exciteing to him. I love Nathan's tender heart and kind spirit. I love Logan's funny little mischeviousness and how he loves his big brothers and his dad. He is always saying, "Hi dada." So cute. I can't wait to meet #4. Now for the hard part...what do we name this baby????

Celebrate!

Every year, Rupert has their fireworks for the Fourth of July on June 30. I know it is kind of strange, but I love it. They do this because then they don't have to compete with Burley's fire works, and it is opening day for food booths on the square. This is one of my favorite times to live in Rupert. The last few years, we've gone and sat on the lawn at the court house. The same people are always there. The kids run and play until show time. This year we had three of Scott and Heather's kids with us. That definitely added to the excitement. Chasing a very fast run away 4 year old while pregnant in front of the whole town is something I don't want to do again soon. The kids had fun. Why is it when the kids are having so much fun, the mom is a little crazy? However, it was all worth it when I looked back and saw this. So cute...little Nate's eyes are full of wonder. This was the first year that Carson's head wasn't under the blanket. Logan kept pointing and saying, "OOOOO!" That is one of the few things he says...we are still waiting for him to talk!

Then on the real Fourth of July, we went to Idaho Falls and stayed with my dad. It was  so much fun. We went to Black Tail Reservoir and jet skied, picnicked, and got sunburned...the worst sunburn I've had in years. I am attributing it to being pregnant. Maybe I should remember sunscreen for the mom next time...not just the kiddos. We had a fun day with our family. We were all so tired. Then we had a little scare.

Carson had asked Robbie if he could ride home with Grandpa Bob. Robbie asked my dad. Then, neither of us saw him get into Grandpa's truck. My dad had left and Carson was missing. I was trying hard not to freak out. Marsha got in her car and drove fast and furious to catch Grandpa. There is not cell phone service up there. In the mean time, Robbie, my cousin Erica, and I all were looking so hard for him. I went into the bathroom there and said a fervent prayer to know if Carson was alright. My answer came quickly and clearly. I saw in my mind him tipped over sound asleep in the back of the truck. Several minutes later, Marsha was back. She said he was crashed in the back seat of the truck...just like I'd seen. No one had seen him get in. My dad was the only one who knew he was there. He had fallen asleep instantly, even before they had loaded the jet skis. That is why no one had seen him.

I am thankful the my prayer was heard and answered. I love that little boy. Heavenly Father knew that I would lose it if I didn't know where he was. That small vision was so comforting and such a blessing. I really felt blessed this Fourth to live in America and to be able to worship my Heavenly Father in the restored gospel. Now, that is worth fireworks, picnics, parades, and all the celebration!