Dinosaur Museum

After touring Farm Country, Diana and I took the boys over to the Dinosaur Museum. I was pleasantly surprised by how many age-appropriate activities the museum provided (I can't imagine how many kids swarm through that place every month).

Cal and Brandon immediately found some tunnels to run through:

Then we went upstairs to play with the bone magnets:

I don't know if the boys fully appreciated all the huge dino skeletons throughout the museum. They're truly awesome:

Diana & Brandon

Next, Di and I took the boys down to a hands-on room where they can play with water and sand. It's the perfect activity for kids...except ours:

Here they are, freaking out for us to get the waterproof smocks off of them.

Brandon made some new friends:

Cal climbed on EVERYTHING:

"Oh, hi!"

Both boys really liked the Dig Room, which is basically a big sandbox where there are boned buried:

Not sure what this face is all about:

This last photo is pretty amazing to me. Cal looks so grown up. He's not my little baby anymore! :(

Farm Country with Rosemary & Diana

On Thursday, May 5th, during our trip to Utah, Cal and I visited "Farm Country" at Thanksgiving Point with Cal's cousin Brandon. It was great to spend a fun, sunny day with Diana (my sister-in-law) and Rosemary (Cal's grandma)!

As I've said before, sometimes I wonder how much Cal is getting out of the activities I plan. I didn't wonder for second at Farm Country -- Cal was totally into it! Take a look:

Yes, I had him on the leash. Best $12 I ever spent.

The fun thing about going to Farm Country in the Spring is that all the mommy animals are having babies. So cute! There was an entire maternity/nursery wing of the farm. So many babies! The baby foal was right up next to the fence where we were, kissing his mama:

Cal also liked the baby calf, who was busy getting a meal:

Then, Cal realized he was the perfect size to fit through the bars of the animal pens. Thank you, puppy leash:

We all took a wagon ride around the farm together. You can't tell from the photos, but the boys really liked the ride:

There was a little town of playhouses just the right size for the boys to play in:

(Sorry for the blurriness)

My favorite part of Farm Country was when we took a picture with this cow. She got excited that we were standing close to her, and started licking Cal like a tiny salt lick! He was NOT happy about that:

I put him down and he just stared at the cow with indignation:

"Well, I never!"

Cal and Brandon

When I found out that my sister-in-law, Diana, was having a boy only 7 months after me, I was ecstatic. Having grown up close to my own cousins, I'm thrilled that Cal will have a built-in best friend whenever we get together with the Olsen side of the family. It's been exciting watching the two of them grow, and seeing the developmental gap close between them with each month.

That said, neither of them was extremely comfortable sharing throughout this past trip to Utah...Cal usually barged in and took whatever Brandon was playing with...including Grandma Rosemary's steering wheel:

"Oh hey Brandon! That looks like fun! Here I come! You don't mind, do you?"

Mother's Day Flowers from Hubby

Bad Things I Let Cal Do Sometimes

It's confession time.

On the plane to Utah last week, I let Cal eat half a package of sour patch watermelons:
(But I do brush his teeth every morning and night -- a difficult task.)

And I let him watch "Cars." Several times this week, actually. It's his favorite movie.
(But we also watch "Signing Time" and practice signs throughout the day.)

And every night on this trip, I've let Cal sleep in my bed:

And I just snuggled him.

Goals Until Christmas

As many of you know, I start thinking about Christmas in May. It's just so fun to think about Christmas. I could fill up an entire BLOG about how much I think about Christmas, haha!

Anyway, this post is about goals I have for the year. This is a purely selfish post, as is it likely to be uninteresting to anyone else.)

1. Play the Hymns: I have always felt bad about not being able to play the hymns. I mean, I took piano for 10 years! The goal was never for me to become a concert pianist, although the focus of the training was rigidly classical. I appreciate the need for classical training, but because I cannot sight-read, it has left me with a lack of practical skills. I literally have to memorize hymns in order to play them in Sacrament meeting or relief society. So...that's what I'm going to do this year. My goal is to memorize 100 hymns. Because, really, that's about all that we sing in church -- there are some hymns I've never sung. "How Long, O Lord Most Holy and True", anyone? I didn't think so.

2. Read/Study Preach my Gospel: I did this during my sophomore year at BYU, and it really helped my scripture study, and my life. (And then Vega took that peace away! Haha!) But really, I'd like to deepen my scripture study this year, as it has been found lacking in recent years.

3. Train for Races: Right now, I'm signed up for the Giant Half Marathon in August, and a Ragnar Relay in September. I want to become trained and comfortable with running again. That was a good feeling--training for the marathon back in 2005.

4. Write in my Journal: "Blog" is included in "Journal" category. I'd like to say "write in my Journal everyday," but I know that will get a little unrealistic. I just want to journal/blog more. I know that's not very specific, and goals are supposed to be quantifiable, but that is my goal, nevertheless.

Welp, I think that's it for right now. Maybe I'll come up with more later in the year. For now, these four will be me focus.

Sisters

I have a lot of reasons to be grateful for my sisters. Growing up in a family with 4 girls was a wild ride: lots of hair and make-up and clothes, lots of fights an

d taking sides, lots of laughing and inside jokes and secret languages. I have a lot of memories of my sisters, good and bad.

(Hannah & Rachel -- 2002, 2009)

I don't really know how it happened, but I feel like I have a very good relationship with each of my sisters. During my college years, I was afraid this wouldn't be the case. Meredith and I will always be close, at least in my mind, because of the small age difference between us; it seems like we've always been, and continue to be, in the same stage of life. Now, with baby boys under a year apart, it feels safe to assume we will always have reasons to talk and relate to one another.

But it's different with younger siblings -- I didn't want to be the distant "aunt" that was married before they could get to know her, who always lived away from home.

I don't know why, but it hasn't turned out that way. My sisters and I talk on the phone and facebook each other. When we get together, we tease each other and share secrets. We berate each other about various offenses, but defend each other vehemently against anyone else. I'm grateful my college fears about our relationships have not come true.