picture time!

Cutest Smee EVER

oh boy...

A few months ago my mom brought up a bunch of food and stuff for us.  I had put away all the things I THOUGHT Edgar could get into.  I was on the computer and the boy was playing quietly.  That should have been a red flag to me, but I was enjoying that moment of peace and mischief happens so suddenly.   Gus was the one who tipped me off with his sticky smacking.  I looked over and there was Edgar, fist deep in a jar of jam.  He was Pooh-Bearing it up with Gus licking the drips from his elbow.  He figured he was probably going to be in trouble so he abandoned the jar, pushed himself up, and made a run for it.  He slimed the couch and the floor pretty well.  I threw him in the tub and hurried and wiped up the mess.  I didn't know how long he would be happy playing in the tub with no water, so I was hurrying.  I bathed the boy and didn't think anything more of it. 

A couple weeks later I noticed a new spot on the floor.  It was getting blacker every day!  It wasn't until I got down on the floor to clean it that I saw what it was: two perfect jammy spots, in the shape of tiny hands.  I guess next time I will have to be more vigilant in my mess management.

Someone, Anyone, get me out of here!

So on Sunday we had a special Stake Conference.  The Presiding Bishop came and spoke, which we thought was way cool.  Edgar did pretty well, but by the end of the two hour meeting he was so tired and bored.  We stayed sitting to let the traffic thin out a little, but the people next to us got right up.  Edgar held out his hands, begging to go with them.  He cried when we made him stay with us.  He wanted to go home so bad.

I was enjoying Bishop Burton interacting with everyone; shaking hands, smiling.  After the crowed thinned out he walked right by us and his wife stopped to shake my hand(I must admit, I was hoping it would happen).  He told me how cute Edgar was and scruffled his hair shook my hand.  Well, Edgar looked at me, and looked at Bishop Burton, and looked at me as if to say "well mom, HE is outta here!" and then leaned for him and grabbed him by the coat lapels and yelled "PLEASE take me with you!!!"  Funny boy. 

One year old!

Edgar, you are one year old!  I can't even believe it!  This year has gone so fast for me.  You are so big now.  You have 6 teeth, and you started walking a few days before your birthday.  You had two parties:one at each grandma's house.  At Grandma Pratt's house I made you a dirt cake and put it in a dump truck.  You grabbed the candle instead of blowing it.  Then you tasted the cake with one finger, then two fingers, and then you tried to climb right in the truck!  At Grandma Natalie's house we had yummy pie for your birthday.  You don't really get presents, and sometimes you were more interested in the paper than you were the gift.  But everyone had fun and you were too cute.

You had lots of fun at the family reunion in St. George.  You played in a bucket of water with some measuring cups for half the night, then got sooo tired.  The next day you really wanted to play ball with the older boys, but you couldn't keep up.  Once you decided to crawl cause it was faster and crawled right through some dog poo.  GAH!  You loved the puddle under the snow cone machine and got very dirty. 

You have a funny way of talking.  Sometimes it sounds like you are really saying perfect sentences, but we know you don't really know what they mean.  While we were swimming in Uncle Bob's pool Grandpa Porter said "well, its' time to get out and go home" and you promptly yelled "NO GO HOME!"  Everyone heard it, but you can't talk! 

You DO know some words.  You know Papi's name, but you can't say it.  you know "Gus" and "no, no, no." Today we were sure you said "amen" at the end of prayers, but we think you were just imitating us. You can sign more, all done, water, fish, bird, and bye-bye.  

We sure love you baby boy.  Happy birthday!

Summer time!

Edgar boy, you are loving summer!  This weekend we went camping with some friends up Blacksmith Fork Canyon.  That was the best fun you've ever had.  Crawling around in the grass, being outside.  I was worried that you would be scared when I laid you down alone in the tent, but you were so happy to still be outside that you didn't even make a peep.  You slept all night long.  You were such a good boy that I want to go camping again!

You still love the water.  You have gone swimming several times: with Emma, in the tub, at Miranda's house, in the dog bowl at the family reunion. YOu just love being wet.

You are the happiest boy.  I just love to be around you because your chubby little face and goofy teeth just make me smile every time I see them.  You were so good for me this morning.  I hurt my back and then you woke up at 7:30.  I couldn't hardly get out of bed.  All I could do was drop a bottle and a book into your bed when you woke up.  I felt so bad!  But you just drained your bottle and went back to sleep.  When you woke up again it was late enough that I could call Maryann and Miranda to help me.  I was really sick and couldn't do one thing for you.  All I could do was lay on the bathroom floor, and you sat outside the door and cried until Miranda came.  Then you bounced right back and were happy as a clam for the rest of the day. 

I Love you Edgar-Boy.  You make my heart happy.  This is you and Grandpa on the fourth of July.  You had such a blast eating cracker-jack and wearing his hat.  Almost one year old!

not feeling well...

Since its 4am and I am the only person in this hemisphere that is awake, I'm going to go ahead and complain a bit.

My husband is falling apart at the seams.  He has at least two canker soars in his mouth and i'm pretty sure his Ulnar nerve in both arms is shot.  He came home from work yesterday because he was in too much pain to stay there.  The dr knows nothing and he can't be refferred to someone else until the insurance lady gets back from her 9 year vacation. 

Since my husband can't help me I tried to re-arrange the boy's room by myself so my Brother-in-law could live with us.  Somehow doing that I crunked my back.  Now I need a chiropracter more than ever, but still can't afford one. 

The humidifier triggered my asthma.  Now I'm all wheezy and can't sleep.  Not to mention shaky and cold from my inhaler.  And I can't go back to my nice warm bed because I'll wake up my poor husband.  Being up at night in the house sucks for one very good reason:

Cockroaches.

Tonight I KILLED at least 13 baby roaches. 

I just want to be asleep

remembering...

So, There are some things I want to remember about Edgar.  This blog is going to be more of his journal than anything else.

He is a stubborn ornery bum, but he is a big softy.  When he hurts someone, he just wilts.  He doesn't mean to, but if he makes gus yelp or makes me say 'ouch' it is the saddest day ever.  He just sobs and cries. 

The other day he was eating something he had found on the floor.  It happens.  So I fished it out only to find he was eating a MILLIPEDE.  Gross Edgar, gross. 

Today he wanted some Goldfish.  I thought the bag was closed, but he got it open and spilled fish everywhere!  I gasped in surprise a little bit and he thought he was in big ol' trouble.  he started scooping scooping them back into the bag.  He knew that's where they were supposed to be, but I didn't know until today that he even knew how to put things BACK where they were supposed to be. 

Edgar loves music. He dances to the credits of movies and TV shows.  He also loves stories.  LOVES.  If he's quiet the first place I go look is the corner by hte rocking chair.  He loves his animal encyclopedia, which Robert would like to remind the world it was his idea to get the encyclopedia.  He can say "moo" and "woof woof woof" but his favorite is "rawr."  Everything says rawr from trees to giraffes.  He really likes to look at the fish. 

Edgar loves water.  In cups, in the humidifier, in gus's bowl.  He hangs over the side of the tub when I shower.  The other day he climbed right in with Robert.  Fell right in, clothes and everything.  And oh man, if he wants in he lets you know it.  We took him to the pool yesterday, and he played and played and played.  Those six inches of water were the best time of his life.  He went ahead and dunked himself a few times, but he wasn't phased.  not one bit. 

He lives for outside.  He points to trees, barks at every dog, and asks to get down into the grass.  Last night we went to eat tinfoil dinners up the canyon.  There was a creek and with him loving water so much and being so fast, I didn't want to take any chances.  I strapped him into his carseat for the whole time, and he was so happy to be outside that he didn't whine one bit.

His favorite place to play is on the couch.  He can climb up and down from it pretty well.  He just goes back and forth: belly flopping, head butting the armrests, and sitting on gus.  He loves cars best of all.  Yesterday he was putting doorknobs into his dump truck.

I really love this boy and I can't believe he will be a year old NEXT MONTH!