A Visit From Grandma Raine

Grandma Raine was in town last week to spend time with Grandma and Grandpa Steed. We picked her up from Provo on Thursday night and got to keep her until she left for the airport on Saturday morning. Whitney and Jeff came and spent Friday night with us also. Although the visit was too short, we had a great time.

We love Papa

Papa passed away on February 12. We all flew to North Carolina for the funeral. We love Papa and miss him so much.

Pictures with Nana - 02/17/08


Saying goodbye to Grandpa Stanley.

Happy Valentine's Day

The kids were invited to a Valentine's party on Wednesday. Aidan wasn't very interested in decorating the cookies. Every time I gave him a cookie, he shoved the whole thing in his mouth before I could get him to add frosting.

Avery wouldn't look at me for a picture. She did, unlike her brother, enjoy decorating the cookies and eating them.



Our actual Valentine's Day was spent in airports and on airplanes traveling to NC. Avery and Aidan sported their holiday attire.

Aidan and I spent a lot of our time in the Crown Room at the airport taking pictures of ourselves. This was the only way I could keep wild man from escaping.

I would post new pictures...cute pictures of the kids decorating Valentine's Day cookies and making pink heart-shaped rice crispie treats...but somehow I just erased all the pictures from my camera. AHHH!

down to orem

Today we headed down to Orem with Nicole and her cute girls to visit Grandma and Grandpa Steed. They haven't been feeling very well lately, so we thought we would take them some cookies and peanut butter bars. Nothing like healthy food to brighten your day, right?

So Avery decided to give herself a little haircut this week. I found a nice little pile of hair in the trash and then pulled out a large clump still lying on her head (the picture is of this clump). I asked her why she did it and she said she wasn't feeling very beautiful that day and thought a haircut might help. Luckily I can give her a nice comb-over and hide the damage (mostly spikies on the top and side of her head). She didn't feel much remorse, so I told her we would have to go get her hair cut short now and that she would look like a boy. I told her people would come up to her now and tell her what a little handsome prince she was. She started bawling and said, "but I want to be Cinderella." Am I am mean mom or what? I felt kind of bad about making her cry, but I don't think she will be cutting her hair again anytime soon.