THE BEST PART OF BROWNIES

Jax is a regular chocaholic :) So when he saw the opportunity to grab the brownie bowl, he took it. And I couldn't get upset, because well, he's too cute. Let's just hope that next time the batter gets more in his mouth, instead of his nose, eyes, forehead, hair...

MY PRESCHOOL GRAD

Dear Jaybird,

I swear it was just yesterday that I brought you home from the hospital. I dressed you ever so carefully in a tiny, yellow outfit that your daddy wore when he was just a baby. I smelled your sweet breath every chance I had, and I raced your dad to hold you when we heard you make the slightest noise. You were my little piece of heaven to snuggle and hold.

Now you are 5 and my preschool graduate. Still my little piece of heaven, but sometimes I have to capture the snuggles :) I am so very proud of all the things you are learning and the good choices you are making. I have big dreams for you...a rocket scientist, inventor, doctor, writer. You will probably have different dreams, but I KNOW you will be able to do anything. I can see it in those determined brown (sometimes green) eyes.

So to quote one of our favorite books, "Congratulations! Today is your day. You're off to high places, you're off and away" :)

All my love,
Mom



Jase with Miss Brenda

Jase and his best preschool bud, Jake.

Jase's Preschool Class 2010

Top to bottom/left to right: Miss Brenda, Jake, Jase, Baylor, Ethan, Paris, Hunter, Gabby, Jamie, Harrison, Kyler, Dani, Bennett

Jase acting out his preschool program :)

BLOG, BLOG, BLAH, BLAH

Yup, my ambitious goal of blogging monthly has been ruined. So this is my blog for April, and I don't want any whiners....he, he, he

A WHILE BACK...

It's not new news that I'm a blogging slacker. In fact, I'm pretty sure I've established that little fact with my ambitious goal to blog at least once a month. Hey, I don't want to set myself up for failure :) Anyway, here's a blog that should have been posted at the first of October. The Wild Whitts headed up to the big city (Salt Lake) to visit some of our favorite people....Guy, Nancy, Grady, & Maggie. They pretty much treated us like royalty, took us to all their fav spots, and let us watch a future NHL star strut his stuff on his skates. It was good times for the Wild Whitts. Now if we could only get those crazy Holms to head south, we might be able to return the favor (hint, hint).


Jax at the Salt Lake Aviary checking out the ducks.

My boys watching the hockey game. Note the sad faces. The concession stand was closed. Enough said ;)

Best Buds, Grady & Jase

The whole gang waiting for the hay ride.

Guy & Nancy

Future NHL Hockey Star, Grady Gretsky

My favorite gal, Miss Maggie

THIS KID MAKES ME SMILE

Ever wonder what in the heck you did before kids?! This is Jax's newest form of entertainment....sneak into mom's bathroom, quietly find four qtips, insert into nose and ears, and walk into the living room for some sort of reaction. The result is usually lots of laughter. I say qtips are cheap, and this Jaxaroni is dang cute :)

ELMO LIVE

Brylen Jean clapping and dancing for Elmo!

The Wild Whitts (minus Dustin)

The Holmies

The Teeples

The Rowdy Robertsons

The Shelley's (or should we call them The Supers)

The Schofieldians

All the kiddos!

Everyone was so excited when we heard Elmo was coming to town. In fact, I think Crystal was happier than the kids. Unfortunately, they put me in charge of getting the tickets. My call to ticketmaster was pretty smooth. I had counted 20 of us going, and the guy on the other end of the phone helped me find seating up close and center. The tickets were emailed, and I told the Holm clan to be ready for Elmo December 17, 2009. Melissa volunteered to reserve the hotel rooms. She's pretty organized, and even called me to verify the dates. Well, on Friday, December 12, I got an email asking how I liked the show. WHAT!? Yup, I told everyone the wrong day. I'm a loser. I made a few phone calls, begged, pleaded, and the fantastic people from the E Center told me they would give us tickets to any other showing. (Big sigh, sobbing stops) So we immediately started the drive to the big city, and enjoyed ourselves some Elmo and overpriced souvenirs and treats. And then we drove home...all in one day. They don't call us the Wild Whitts for nothin'!