Little Hoser

A couple days ago I was changing Boston. I had just finished putting on the butt cream and powder and was just turning back around from putting the powder back on the table when I turned my face into a STREAM of PEE! Boston managed hose me down from head to shirt, and got it in my mouth. I let out a "AAAAHHHHH" when Katy turned to see my face dripping in pee. We couldn't stop laughing for a while. I ran to the bathroom to rinse off and douse my mouth in mouthwash. Four weeks old, and already pulling pranks on his old man. I love you, Boston.

I talked to the kids on the phone the other day as well. Carrson sounds so grown up. I can't get over it. He just laughed as he heard Boston in the background chirping. Carrson just copied him and laughed. Addi seems to eat the phone when she talks. It cracks me up, but its hard to hear her. Sadee hasn't wanted to talk on the phone much lately. I miss them.

Katy is getting better little by little. I love her so much. Giving birth takes its toll, but I'm so glad she made it through. She did so well and seeing her smile now is even better than before. She can't get enough of Boston. 

So not the most exciting entry as of late,  but I'm happy none the less.

Lazy Day

I love Katy. For lots of reasons, but last night and this morning were more additions to those reasons. Boston was up every hour during the night, the backwards little stinker, and Kate and I were taking turns getting up with him. Katy eventually took more time with him because she is the best wife... and I'm really not plumbed to feed a baby. You know. We don't want him to get to used to a bottle. So Katy let me sleep longer. What a sweetie.

I went to Priesthood Session tonight, too. It was really good. Hubert and I went together. I think I got the most out of President Monson's talk about anger. I'll probably butcher his words, but he said something like, "Anger promotes nothing, helps nothing, and builds nothing." It's useless in our lives. We've all experienced it, and we have all dealt with it in so many ways. It's important to not let it overcome us. The story about Brother Marsh and the milk between his wife and another sister was a big example. It reminded me of the saying, "It's no use getting upset over spilled milk."

As I'm writing this I just heard Boston rip one in his mom's lap as she commenced with the laughter. I love it when she starts giggling. It's contagious. 

I tried to call the kids tonight, but just got Tina's voicemail. I asked her to have them call me, but still no call back. I'm excited to see them later this month. I miss them.