Attitude

Somebody has developed quite the attitude in our house...

Apparently its her way or you go deaf in one ear.

Second Day of School...

Unfortunately on his actual first day of school Bailey slept in and then we forgot to take after school first day pictures, so second day of school pictures it is...

If Bailey wants to stay a member of this family she better get used to this tradition. Sam did have to fight her a little bit to get her to shake his hand.
He got the pointer finger shake.
And then the shoot ended with her trying to pry her hand out of his.

White Coat Ceremony

After a week long orientation learning the ropes of the school and meeting his cadaver, Sam earned his white coat.

He got his medical school student badge, a new stethoscope, a book about treating patients and his special white coat.
I missed most of the ceremony because somebody was having more fun roaming the lobby and halls. There were stairs out there so who can blame her. A super nice lady offered to hold Bails while I snapped a few pictures when Sam's name was called. Unfortunately I am no photographer so they didn't turn out so great.
Bails was very impressed with his name tag. Hopefully he does a good job hiding it from her. If he doesn't I am positive she will do an awesome job hiding it from him.
So proud of my Sam.

Super Star

I think she is ready for her Hollywood debut...

...minus that doozy on her chin. Sometimes when your head weighs as much as the rest of your body its hard not to face plant on the cement.
This is what happens during play time with Daddy. She sits in the big chair while Sam collects the thousands of balls around the house and sees how many he can throw at her.
She does fight back. And every once in awhile she can nail him pretty well.

Cell Phone

This little girl is obsessed with cell phones. We have like a billion old ones that don't work that she plays with, but she will never give up an opportunity to grab one of ours and call the random people in the contact list.

She also does not discriminate against other items that can look like phones...
you know....like bananas, i-pod touches, stuffed animals...you name it, Bailey will find a way for it to become a phone.

County Fair

It was definitely no state fair, but we ventured out anyway to the county fair. Apparently the geese weren't enough animal fill for us for the week.

We saw some sheep. Bailey was much braver this time around; until he started bleating and then she got scared and started holding onto me for dear life. I was more scared about all the wet spots on the ground. The smell in that place left no room for comfort that they were just puddles of water. Let alone the piles of poop and flies swarming the area.
No worries. The little lamb didn't lick her. And if it did I had buckets of hand sanitizer in the diaper bag.
The lazy hogs. Bails was less than impressed. I don't blame her. It's not that exciting watching a large pink thing lay around in the mud and snore.
This room was full of rabbits and chickens. She kept trying to stick her fingers through the cage and poke the animals.
Our next venture was over to the petting zoo. I opted out of this one and took over camera duty. There was a little too much animal freedom for my liking.
Talk about meeting the animals face to face.
A small glimpse that she actually did care to see some animals.
Who doesn't love a donkey.
the llama/camel.
And of course the zebra. Every time I look at this picture I think of swiss family robinson when they pull the zebra out of the quicksand. I blame Sam for making me watch that movie the other day.
And after a long day out this one was exhausted. Sam is jealous because even he doesn't get to lay on my pillows.

Feeding the Ducks...

And by feeding the ducks, I mean the nasty big ole mean geese. In Orem there are a few duck ponds, but there are a million kids in the city so you go to the park with your bread and the ducks don't even give you the time of day because they are so full of bread already. There is literally bread pieces all over the water and ground and getting one to actually eat your little piece is an anomaly.

So when we moved to Salt Lake we looked up a few parks and decided to take Bails to really feed some ducks. Only problem is the little ponds here have maybe six ducks and like a thousand geese who are hungry and not afraid of people.
When we first got to Sugar House Park we got out of the car happy and excited to watch Bailey be amazed at all the cute little ducks quacking around her. I grabbed our bread and Bails while Sam got the camera. We started to throw little pieces (and by we I mean I threw little pieces. Bailey doesn't feed the birds. She always eats the bread I give her to throw.)
The birds quickly started flocking towards us gobbling up everything faster than I could throw it. At first I was happy they were actually going to eat the bread; but that happiness quickly turned to fear as I realized the geese kept coming closer and closer to me.
So I did what a normal person does and I started to run for both of our lives.
I only stopped to try to throw the bread far away from me to get the birds away. I am not stupid. I have seen all those America's Funniest Home Video clips of people who get nipped at by mean hungry geese, and I did not want that to be me. Their beaks are ginormous and it looked like it would hurt.
Lets just say that I was legitimately scared and that emotion quickly turned to anger towards Sam who was laughing hysterically as he photographed the whole event and offered absolutely no help. The meanest part is that every time I tried to run towards Sam to have him help me he would just start taking off in the opposite direction to save himself.

Note to self: Sam is not a swoop in and save the day hero, he is more the look out for numero uno type. Would have been nice to now awhile ago.

I have no defense here so I will just take Bails down with me...
She was scared too. It doesn't matter that she is like one tenth the size of me and basically the same size as those monstrous birds. She didn't want to be anywhere near them either.
It took a little bit of coaxing, getting rid of all of our food and some shooing away most of those birds before she would get down and walk around on her own.
And we are both still a little bitter at Sam for leaving us high and dry to be attacked by those nasty geese while he looked on and laughed.

Canyon Park

Grandma Pam, Cody, Jana and the little boys came down to Utah for a quick visit. There first stop was to Queden in Provo, and since we are Salt Lakers now we trekked down to Provo Canyon for a little picnic in the park.

Where the majority of the gang ate...
and where Bails decided to eat her dinner...
It was kind of ironic that we all had come to this spot almost exactly a year ago with both sides of our families who were in town for Bailey's baby blessing.
Then this little munchkin just laid on a blanket the whole time and stared at the sky. This time around she was a maniac running around stealing the soccer ball and in the line of fire to be killed by Sam who thought it was hilarious to kick the ball as high as he could in the air just to see where it landed. Pretty sure it was a miracle that Bails, Clyde and Will made it out of the park without a concussion.
Can we just say Gus Gus? She has issues with trying to hold way more than she can carry.

Happy Candy Birthday!

We have 9 am church and it is a struggle every Sunday to get there on time. Sam claims that getting there during the opening song counts as being on time. I would have to agree since there is probably no chance we will ever make it earlier unless they change the time (and even then there is no guarantee).

The one thing that makes it even more impossible? When you are trying to get ready quickly and your bed has been turned into a candy store.
If candy can be considered my weakness than I am pretty sure it will be the death of Bailey. Giving her a piece of candy but refusing to open it doesn't stop her. She just eats the whole thing, paper and all.
And when you try to pry it out of her mouth just assume she will bite your finger at least four times.
Happy Birthday to me. 26 sounds old. Especially considering the majority of Sam's classmates are not only younger than him, but me as well. Wah Wah!