Our Little Sickie, and the Joy of Grandparents

Poor little James started coughing last night and woke up this morning with a fever. After his nap (yes, he did indeed take a nap today!) he wasn't doing any better so I called and got him an appointment to see the doctor. My sweet Mama and sister rushed over to pick up James and I (since Jonathan was at work with the car) to go to the doctor.

It turns out that he has the flu, and I was so grateful we got him in there within 24 hours of getting sick, and also that he is still under two years old, because then the doctor was able to prescribe him some medicine. (Apparently they don't have a ton of this medication, so they are limiting it to certain groups of people, like children under two and high-risk people, etc.)

So, he is a little sickie but has been so sweet and pleasant the whole day. In fact the whole time we were at the doctor and in the car he kept saying, "Giki?? Pegs??" (He has really wanted to go back to Jukie's house and play with a peg-board toy they have.) He was so excited to go to his grandparents' house after the doctor.

I am so grateful for my wonderful parents who are so sweet to my little boy. My Dad loves to play with James, and boy does he make things fun! Tonight they were pulling a train all around the house, marching around to the Polar Express soundtrack, then watching the Polar Express while holding their homemade Polar Express tickets that my Dad made. They even got out a hole puncher and punched the tickets like they do in the movie. (Notice in the picture at the top the ticket in James' hand - the front of it has a picture of a train on it and there are holes punched. James took his ticket - or "Gick" - to bed with him tonight!)

When my Mom drove us home, James was so sleepy, he laid in my Mom's lap while she rocked him and sang to him. It was the sweetest thing, he sang right along with her, and is even getting to the point where he knows a lot of the words. I pretty much have sung I Love to See the Temple to him every single night, so he knows that one the best. This video is so sweet, I hope my Mom won't mind that I posted it.

we love to see the temple!

We had a fun day today - we got to go to the Salt Lake temple and see my cute cousin Michelle get married! She and Taylor are such a cute couple and we are so happy for them! I always love going to the temple and remembering our own wedding day - I can hardly believe it's been over three years!

The happy couple...



James had such a fun time with Abby and Josh while we were in the temple. He LOVED walking around on Temple Square and he especially loved climbing on the temple steps and standing right next to the temple. What a cute boy! (Abby has some even cuter pictures, I need to get them from her...)

Three Years!

Saturday was mine and Jonathan's third year wedding anniversary! We celebrated by going to the Boise temple and then going out to eat at Macaroni Grill. We have had a wonderful marriage thus far and I can't wait for another wonderful year with Jonathan. I love you, Babe!

Lullabies

Here is what Jonathan heard from the other room a few minutes ago while I was singing to James and putting him down for his nap-


"I love to see the temple, I'm going there someday
To feel the Holy Spirit, to listen and to pray.
For the temple is a holy place, a place of love and beauty -

OUCH!! NO BITING! You're done, go to sleep, Bud."


He was cuddling so sweetly on my shoulder, or so I thought. Now I have a big red mark on my shoulder. What a funny boy. Needless to say, that was the end of his lullaby.

St. George Temple

While in St. George, we drove to the St. George temple on Sunday and walked around the temple grounds. It was such a pretty day - it was cloudy and rainy and a little bit cooler than it had been the whole week (which wasn't saying much). James was absolutely exhausted and was sound asleep in the car when we got there. He stayed asleep while I carried him around - man, he is getting heavy! Here are some pictures:

Our happy boy finally woke up

Poor James got his very first ow-ie (how do you spell that, anyway?) that morning. He was crawling around, busy as usual, and he pulled himself up on a coffee table and fell over and bonked his head. I felt awful, because Jonathan and I were even sitting right there and we didn't catch him in time. He got a pretty good bump and bruise, but it went away quickly.