Beauty Parlor

The girl cousins have started a tradition at grandma and grandpa's house. They call it the Beauty Parlor. The recipe for beauty parlor is as follows:

a brush

a comb

as many hair ties and bows as you can find

water

hairspray and/or gel (unless your mom catches you)

1 unsuspecting adult who thinks he is getting a head rub

Here are the results of said recipe:

And the beauty pageant winner is . . .

Memorial Day W/Bobby & John & Families

We went to the UVU campus to watch Quintin and Bobby play  volleyball; and also enjoy the excellent company of Julie’s parents and sister Kirsten, along with Zachary and Braxton.  FUN!

Isn’t he Handsome! 

Julie’s mom brought lots of goodies that we all enjoyed – along with her advice and expertise regarding kinesiology.  It inspired me to look into that for myself.

 

The first thing I did when we arrived at John & Rachel’s was fall off their porch.  How mortifying!  And it really damaged my pride.  (no physical injury until … )  Later, Rachel and I went shopping and it was when we were unloading and taking things into the house that I stubbed my toe really hard on their uneven driveway.  It hurt sooooooooo much and for soooooooooo long.  And only showed a little blood underneath my toenail for all that pain.  Later, a bruise that covered half my toe showed up.  It is finally improved enough now that I can walk normally without pain.

So I didn’t get any pictures at their house.  Both Johns worked hard in the yard while we were shopping.  I should have at least got before and after pictures of that.  Not to mention 4 adorable, loving grandchildren.

A Sunday Afternoon

 

 

A delicious Sunday dinner at Karl and Karla’s, along with great conversation and even better … family!  Sometimes, goofy – always FUN.

(I think the men were envious of the beautiful flower bows all the girls and women got).

Goal Setting

I understand the concept of new year’s resolutions and how discouraging they can be.  I’ve been there often.  But, when I was YW president (probably the third time) I finally got it.

Goal setting is best for me when stated as a positive affirmation such as, “I am becoming more prayerful and fervent in my talks with Heavenly Father.” 

O. K. that’s step one … step 2 is not to procrastinate… yeah, yeah, yeah.  I hear yah.

I began this post sometime in January.

Max Lindsay’s First Week

He had difficulty staying awake for photo ops …

His first bath …

With all his sleeping, you’d hardly expect his poor parents to be sleep deprived … 

A Family of Ballerinas

 

He loves me, he loves me not …

Giselle’s mother’s solo

Their ballet teacher delivered dvds with all these pictures and a copy of their performance.  Fun!

Presenting . . . Max Lindsay Koger!

I can hardly believe I’m really here,  And with minutes to spare.  I arrived just before Kevin and Lesa left for the hospital.  The night was way too filled with excited anticipation to get much sleep.

Lesa had tested positive for strep, which made it imperative  that she have four hours of intravenous antibiotic before the baby delivered and that was precisely the amount of time it took for Max to come into this world.  He weighed in at a hefty 9 pounds 6 ounces and was 21 inches long with plenty of dark brown hair.

From what I’ve been able to see so far, his features are pleasantly handsome and he sleeps with a serene expression on his beautiful mug.  Of course he can make quite a variety of  facial expressions as well.  My favorite so far is when he clamps his toothless gums together, giving him the look of a little old man,  But he has displayed quite an array of very hilarious expressions in his sleep to keep us all entertained; and of course his four big sisters (or little mothers) are in tune with nearly everything he does.  He does not lack for motherly attention.  In fact, I’m finding it difficult too find a time for my turn to hold the little guy.

One other cute thing about him is his ‘baby condor squeal’ (as Kevin has called it) that he seems to use most of the time to express his displeasure.  It’s pretty cute and effectively draws the attention he desires.

Can you just FEEL the barely contained excitement at the coming prospect of finally seeing their long-awaited baby brother?

And finally getting their own turns to hold and admire him up close . . . it was really difficult to await turns patiently . . .

  even for me!  and I wanted to hog him much longer.

     

      

Well, now  we have him home and it isn’t any easier to get your turn holding him.  He has FIVE mothers, all willing to fill any need, even anticipating them.  Of course he’s the most handsome baby brother EVER!  No arguments at this house.