Birthday Boy

Taylor turned one this past Wednesday. We are all just crazy about him and feel so grateful to have such a good natured little guy. Dallin takes his role of the older brother very seriously. This includes opening cards and packages that come in the mail for Taylor so that he will not choke on the paper, singing "happy birthday" solos to him 5 times a day, making him a birthday cake, and sharing Taylor's birthday presents with him after he is tired of playing with them.

Taylor also started walking a few days ago. He goes for about 10-12 steps before falling down and grins ear to ear the entire time.

Outside fun

Our little Taylor will be turning one next week. I can't believe how fast this year has flown by. He absolutely loves being outside, which will pose a problem in a couple of months. Yesterday we spent the afternoon outside and Taylor had free reign on all of Dallin's toys while D was sleeping.







Taylor is fascinated with anything that flies. He watches intensely as birds fly around him or as an airplane flies overhead. He still waves at them.




Love this kid. He is our little garbage man. Fighter jets could be flying right over our house and it won't wake him up, but when the garbage truck enters our neighborhood, two streets away, he flies into our room at 6am screaming, "the garbage man's here! The garbage man's here!". One of us will quickly get dressed and take him outside to watch for him when he gets to our street. So, the other day as I was putting Taylor down for a nap I heard Dallin doing something out in the kitchen (he was supposed to be in his room napping). I go out and he is nowhere to be found but I see the garbage bag has been removed from the kitchen garbage can. The back door is unlocked so I head outside and find that he has taken the garbage out and was trying to put it in the outside garbage can for the garbage man to collect the next day. I had to laugh when I pictured him lugging this huge garbage sack around to the side of the house in his socks. Because I was trying not to laugh, I just looked at him as I approached. With a guilty look he says, "hi. . . um. . .sorry". He's apologizing for sneaking out of the house to take the trash out. How cute is he? I'll have to remind him of this story when he's 14, when he'd much rather be napping than doing chores.

Notice that it is still light outside and Michael is home. Seriously love the new job. We feel so blessed to have him around more, especially during tax season. The boys are so crazy about him. I put Dallin down for a nap the other day and, of course, he protested. So I hear him yelling, "Michael!. . .Michael!. . . Michael!. . ." from his room hoping his dad would come and rescue him. Oh, how I love these three.