it's a mystery....

*Why do I wake up @6 a.m. even on the mornings when I can sleep in?
*Why can I run and run for weeks and glimpse barely noticable results BUT simply take a 3 day running hiatus and feel like the pillsbury dough boy?
*Why is it that strands of grey hair went unnoticed in my home mirror but screamed for my attention as I peered, in disbelief, at my reflection, in my temple dress, in the temple dressing room? (it just didn't seem proper to start plucking right then, but I had to- there were so many and they were screaming).
*Why is it I can listen to BYU women's conference for hours, feel completely uplifted spiritually, resolve to do better-be better and then one trip to the mall leaves me feeling deflated, hopelessly out of style, and OLD!( i know, i know....."noone can make you feel inferior without your consent". - elenor roosevelt). but really why?
*Why does time seem to pass more quickly when I am holding a, dear friend's, sleeping, 5 day old little boy?
*Why does the thought of turning 40 make me so anxious and keep me awake at night? what am I really afraid of?
Just a few of life's mysteries that have occupied my mind lately. I think I might have too much time on my hands. Hum, I don't know.

Shhhhhhhhh.......

Sunday Quinn was hanging out up on the stand because he had to give a talk. The kids and I arrived slightly tardy, thus being banished to the chairs in the overflow. After the sacrament Trey was sitting on the floor, in front of my chair. As I leaned forward to hand him something-he immediately grabbed the front of my shirt, attempting to pull it down, inquiring loudly why my "bum bum was up there". apparently "the girls", when bent over at a 2 year old's eye level resemble a bum bum. the worst part is........he's right!

Ode "2" Trey

Trey is.........
Two and a half- enough said.
BUT just for the record he's also......
energetic. independent. creative. smart. vocal. impressionable. empathetic. patient at times. demanding at times. outgoing. inviting. adventureous. curious.
this little guy loves life and he reminds me to lighten up once in a while. he also makes me very tired!

His $.25 purchase at today's yard sale outing. Guess what he's hauling? A booger. Guess where he's hauling his precious freight? To Grandma's house because, and I quote, " she wants to eat it for dinner, mom".

Trey exerting his independence and applying the sunscreen himself.

Whatcha eating Trey? "Oatmeal and it was too hot so I poured my apple juice in it".

Whatcha wearing Trey? "my motorcycle helmet so I can go catch the bad guys". If it looks like the helmet weighs more than he does that's because it does. We LOVE you Trey.