I think Gordon may be on the tail end of the daily nap. This is not a good thing, not for any of us. Fortunately, Gord manages to pack enough energy into everything he does that despite his best efforts, he still falls asleep after lunch.
Chris sometimes wakes him up by putting little pieces of candy in his mouth. I'm sure that little trick will go down in Bad Parenting 101, but at least I make him brush his teeth, and it's a good way to get him to wake up without throwing a fit. He's so cute when he's dozey!
A lot of bloggers post a ton of pictures of their kids and almost none of themselves. Yes, I know your kids are the most important things in your lives, blah, blah, blah, but I really would like to see what you look like once in a while. I am vain enough that I post myself fairly often, but just in case, here I am in my lovely *organized* office. (Picture by Thomas)
On October 13th (yes, I'm slow), Chris took Thomas to the first of many father-son Utah games. Thomas had a great time, especially eating the fun foods that accompany football game outings. And the Utes won-- HOORAY!
That same weekend, I met up with some old friends from my freshman year at BYU. It was so fun to catch up and see Amy, Laurie, Jordan and Emily Jane again! I can't believe it was ten years ago... ah, the memories. Anyway, I didn't take any pictures with my camera, but I'll post the ones Jordan took when she sends them.
Last weekend, Chris went with Todd, Todd, and my dad on a winter camping event temporarily dubbed "Man Mecca '07" (or maybe permanently-- so far no one has come up with a better name.) Eventually, my dad will post pictures of their snowy/rainy campsite that we can all enjoy. Until then, let's just think about four guys trying to set up their tents in the pouring rain, and in the dark, and laugh hysterically.
Meanwhile, my mom and I went to see Hairspray (which I loved), to the good ol' Grand Teton Mall where I did a little shopping, and to Leatherby's with my sisters for some tasty, tasty sundaes.
And finally, some goofiness, straight from our house to yours...