A Boy and His Binky

Sitting P1

It's true, babies grow up too fast!

P1's new thing is trying to sit up on his own, and he almost has it! He still needs a little help, but each day he gets better at it. When you hold him, you can tell that he is always trying to pull himself up into a sitting position.

It's amazing how much change happens in 3 months!

P1's Baby Blessing

PE gave our son a name and a blessing on January 6, 2013 at the Val Verda 3rd Ward Sacrament Meeting. Our Bishop, my dad, PE's dad, my grandpa, and our friend Tyson were included in the Priesthood circle.

PE did in fact stick with the name we had chosen, and he gave our son a beautiful blessing. P1 did a great job while up there!

And just for fun, the many faces of P1:

Christmas

Merry Christmas!!!

Christmas was a lot of fun this year with our little one! And it's not Christmas at our house without making yummy gingerbread cookies!

Christmas Eve was spent with the PE's family:

P1 was definitely more interested in his bottle than in any of the presents!

We enjoyed P1's first Christmas morning at our cozy little apartment:

Then we headed over to the my family's house for Christmas Day:

My sister sent us a Polar Bear puzzle from Alaska:

We visited Great-Grandma at Barton Creek:

One of P1's presents from us was this cute button-up onesie that he wore on Sunday:

All in all, it was a great Christmas! And P1 was super spoiled by his grandparents!

The Many Faces of P1

It's tricky business getting a good picture of your baby smiling, thank goodness for digital cameras!

And yes, I take too many pictures, but hey it's my privilege!

Wear Your Pants to Church Day - A Childish Dream Come True

So apparently this Sunday is "Wear your Pants to Church Day," so I thought I would put my 2 cents out there.

As a child, I hated wearing dresses! As soon as church was over I would change into pants. I would have loved to wear pants to church like the boys did. I was very much a tomboy. I wanted to go on all the camping trips like the boys did for scouts, instead of the once a year the young women got to go to camp. Simply put, I wanted to do all the things the boys got to do.

But the thing is, I grew up. I love being a woman. I wouldn't trade it for anything. It took time to understand it and embrace it. And I have always felt loved and respected in the LDS Church. If anything, I honestly feel like women are given more respect than men in the LDS church. Just listen to the talks in General Conference and you will hear them speak of their deep love and respect for women.

The point is that while it is a dream come true to wear pants to church, it is a childish dream of mine. And I am not a child anymore. As a woman, I will be wearing a dress to church this Sunday. Church is supposed to be about worshiping God, not making statements. And for me, it is important to dress my best on Sunday. And my best is a dress.