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A few nights ago when Mike and I went up to bed we found this in the hallway outside of Morgan and Miles's room....

It reads (with corrected spelling):

Mom or Dad, No taking Miles in his bed. Sign Here. Write yes or no. Sign Here. Love Morgan.

The night before when they had fallen asleep together, Mike went in and moved Miles back into his own bed. In the morning they were upset that we didn't leave them together all night.

I LOVE this note. I am saving it forever because of the feeling I got when I came upstairs and saw it propped up against the wall with her little bag of markers. I don't know how else to say it other than, it's so Morgan! I love that she's getting older and learning fun new things. Hearing her read stories and seeing her write her thoughts in words is so amazing.

And just in case you're wondering, No - we didn't leave Miles in her bed. And Yes, I know we are mean.

You'll be jealous of our rockin' spring break...

Spring break is almost over. Today we woke up to SNOW. Morgan went to the window and said, "What the heck, there's snow. This is supposed to be spring break, not winter break!" Amen Morgan. I hear ya.



You may remember Austin. He's Morgan's "real" pretend friend. He's been hibernating in the garage for the winter and has come back to life this week. He's been welcomed back into the family with open arms, and Morgan's relationship with him has picked up right where it left off...

Here he is coming with us to the library to return a few things... He was hard to buckle up, so we told him to try and stay in his seat and we'd drive extra careful just this one time.

Having a little alpha-bits for breakfast. Austin is currently working on learning his letters, so it was a perfect choice of cereal.

-Teaching Austin how to write all his letters at school with Ms Morgan as the teacher.

Play time at the park.

My kids needed a little play time with REAL friends, so we meet some at castle park. Two of the kids here (Ellis in the pink shirt with the beautiful red hair, and Grant sitting next to Miles) have been really good friends to my kids. They are in our ward and will be moving soon. The curse of our life - friends moving! I love their mom, Kristi, and don't look forward to saying good-bye... At least I don't have to think about that for a few more months.

Miles and Grant are good buddies. They have played together since they were around 18 months old.

We decided since we didn't have much going on this week to let the kids stay up and play in their rooms at night. Morgan tells Miles all kinds of fun stories, and I love to hear them in there giggling. Last night we went in to check on them and found them curled up in the same bed dead asleep. They have shared a room for over a year now, and this is the first time they've fallen asleep in the same bed. Adorable!!! They have been getting along fabulous lately and call each other their best friend - I hope that doesn't end.

Will has been standing up in his crib for a while now and it's so frustrating! He stands up and screams "maamaa, maamaa" and refuses to lie back down and go to sleep. He's such a stinker. He thinks he only needs one nap a day and he thinks it's okay to want to play all night. When I go into his room I see these cute little eyes staring over the crib at me...

Since he's not napping as much lately, I decided it was time to buy him a crib toy so he can at least play in his crib. We bought this yesterday, and so far he loves it. He played in his crib for over 30 minutes while I showered and got ready. Worth every penny.

Now that was some exciting spring break. I told you you'd be jealous.

We really didn't do much since we just bought plane tickets to go to Utah in May! Now that is a week we are really looking forward to!

He's always been an odd little sleeper

Miles this week.... 4 years old.

Miles almost 3 yrs old.

Wish Santa would have brought that pepper spray I asked for...

Last night I had a hard time falling asleep. I kept reliving 30 seconds of my day over and over in my head. Wondering if I should have acted differently than I did. In reality it was more like 10 seconds, but it really doesn't matter how long it was, it felt like much longer.

You see, for a while now I've been training for the upcoming Columbus Half Marathon. Yesterday I set out for what I thought was going to be an easy, routine 3 miler. I hoped to be gone for 26 minutes. I started out a little fast and quickly got into a good groove. I was running along listening to the song "Nothing To Worry About" by Peter Bjorn and John... It's ironic looking back now that that's what was playing because halfway through the song I was going to have something big to worry about. Something big and hairy with very large teeth. I knew they were large because the dog was running straight towards me barking a not-at-all-friendly growl and bearing every one of those large teeth. I stopped dead in my tracks and watched helplessly as the large dog ran across the street dragging its leash behind it. The owner started yelling at it's dog to stop and the biggest wave of adrenaline I've ever had rushed over my body. I put my arms over my face making an X to try and shield my face. Then I screamed a scream that I couldn't duplicate today if you paid me. I yelled in desperation to the owner to "GET YOUR DOG" 4 times before the dog actually reached me. He jumped at me and then I closed my eyes. When I didn't feel impact, I looked to see the dog running back across the street to it's owner.

The owner yelled something I couldn't hear over my ipod and gave me a friendly wave. I felt stupid and didn't know what to do... All I could do was wave back, even though it didn't feel at all like the right thing to do. Then I continued with my run. I had tears going down my cheeks and I ran while I silently cried. The crying only lasted about 5 minutes while my adrenaline level came back down.

I have to say it was the worst run of my life. Also my best. How?? The adrenaline pumping through my veins and my mind thinking through how I should have reacted gave me the energy to have my fastest run yet. I ran 3 miles in 22 and a half minutes. Not that fast to many runners, but to me it was a new personal record. I've never been able to run more than 1 mile at that pace, let alone 3 in a row.

Thank you big old doggie or not eating my face off. And thank you for giving me stiff legs this morning. I have come to peace with our encounter and today I am thanking my lucky stars that I'm not a mail carrier!

On to more exciting things... I just finished this book and LOVED it. I couldn't put it down! Thanks AnnDee for recommending it. It definitely is a must read.

Will just had his 9 month check up. He is still the best baby in the world. Sorry to all the other babies out there, but it's true. I just can't get enough of him.

Here are Will's 9 month stats:

Weight: 18 lbs 8 oz. (20%)

Height: 28" (dropped to 50%)

Head: 17 3/4" (50%)

Army crawling all over the place. Eats just about everything put in front of him. Waves bye-bye and tries to clap hands. Gives great big slobbery kisses and loves to dance. Sleeping varies each night lately. 2 bottom teeth.

Last night he looked at Mike and said "dad" (sounded like dud)... Mike and I looked at each other and didn't know what to think... I think it was his first real word.

And yes, he still sucks his thumb. I have accepted that there isn't anything I can do about it at this point in time. And I have to admit it's still cute to me.

While I'm at it, I forgot to post Miles 4 year stats:

Height: 39" and Weight 33 1/2 lbs. 25% across the board.

I just had Miles's parent/teacher conference yesterday, and they told me what I already know about Miles. He's sweet, a good listener, has and great coordination. They mentioned he's great with a ball - just like his daddy. They told me he writes above average for his age and they were impressed with his writing ability. They also mentioned that Miles is great at sticking up for himself without being mean. Miles is my little man and I enjoy everyday with him! And yes, he still wears shorts everyday.

Lately this is Miles's favorite thing to do... Play on my itouch. He is better at most of the games than I am. I can see him becoming addicted, so I have to limit his play time.