A Cute Story

So as you can tell by the pictures, Ivan and I went up to Edmonds and had quite a full 4-day weekend. So here's the cutest story from the whole time:

Sunday morning we were sitting down to eat breakfast, and my mom called for my dad "Steve!" So Ivan smiles and yells "Steve!" Then my mom yelled again, "Steve!" And Ivan smiles and yells "Steve!"

And mind you, Ivan is very true to the whole "mama," "dada," "gamma," "gampa" thing. We can never get him to call us by our first names.

So he gets up from his little table in the family room and walks up to my Aunt Sharon in the dining room and says "Steve!" My Aunt Sharon looks at him and says "I'm Aunt Sharon," and my mom says "grandpa is Steve."

Ivan looks at my mom like "what?" And he says "Steve gampa?" He seemed genuinely concerned that he had called "gampa" by his first name.

So when we got home yesterday I told B the story, and Ivan looks at him and says "Steve gampa, gampa Steve."

We visit Steven, Trixie, Kenny & Camden

A Trip to Cabela's

Ivan and I came up to Edmonds today, and on our way we checked out the new Cabela's in Lacey. If you ask Ivan about the fish, he'll say they were "ow-eee." The 3 catfish had scratched up fins, he felt bad for them. But that is quite a place.

Ivan Helps Dada with Dinner

A Very Special Message for Emma

Hair Cut Video Two

Hair Cut Video One

Ivan's Hair Cut

Whenever we take Ivan in for a hair cut, Cici his stylist always puts the bench thingy on her chair like he's going to sit on it by himself, which he never does. He ends up sitting on Brian's lap. Well Saturday, Cici put the bench on her chair, both Brian and I sort of ho hummed, and Ivan crawled RIGHT UP and got his hair cut ALL BY HIMSELF!!! He did GREAT!!!

What was the scoop? Poop!

When I went to pick up Ivan yesterday, Andrew and Jackson's mom was there to pick them up also. Ivan came down the stairs and says "Andrew poo pood!" And Andrew poo pood indeed. I guess he went, then decided to take his diaper off. Lindsey has all kinds of 2 year olds wanting to potty train, lucky her.
So we get in the car and we're going home, and I smell something a little off, and I go "Ivan, did you fart?" "No, Andrew poo pood!" was his reply.
Okay...
Brian comes home from work, what's the news of the day Ivan reports- "Andrew poo pood."
Ivan and I are taking a shower (he is now a shower baby), and he points to his Storm Trooper toys butt and goes "poo poo, Andrew poo pood."
So the news story for the 2 years olds at Lindsey's Daycare yesterday was- Andrew poo pood. Just in case you were wondering.
Ivan can now say bus, also. So now he will no longer argue that a bus is a choo choo.

Baby's a Humming Machine

B-BAW!!! B-BAW!!!

Belated Pics of B's Birthday Party

Belated Pics of B's Birthday Party

Bebe's Belly