The Skuttlebutt

Thanksgiving was spectacular.
Will has been contemplating becoming a full-time walking man, but the verdict hasn't come in yet.
Carter is finishing up the fall semester. Smarty pants.
Katie blew up her computer. It's all OK now. Hence this post.
Christmas time is rockin'. Oh Yeah.
Life is magnificent.

And now we can get to the pictures (the main draw, I know.)


Will's time is mostly spent figuring out all the cords.


My Cake. I turned twenty and four.


Will's Cake. Arrgh.


I was proud of my boy, he dug right in... once he figured out it was cake.


Presents! Huzzah!


That terror of the seas Ms. Nora...


... and her cohort Cap'n Soggybottom William Kent!

And here are some of our family pictures. Even in the untimely wing and rain, they turned out lovely.

Grandpa

I was thinking about my Grandpa Woolley this morning, as I usually do this time of year, and I decided he's too good to keep to myself. I'd like to share a few thoughts about him.
Grandpa was someone everyone loved to be around, and he knew just about everyone. On a family trip to the Spam Museum (that wasn't the final destination) we were joking that he always runs into someone he knows, or someone who knows someone he knows, and even at the Spam Museum it would probably be the same. It was. Lo and behold, there he was talking and laughing with someone. He never forgot a name.
He was someone you wanted to talk with, you wanted to have a new joke or story just to tell Grandpa. When you had his attention you felt like the most important person in the world.
He loved jokes and to play tricks. He loved tennis and golf, and racquetball, and a lot of other sports. But mostly he loved Grandma. They have one of those perfect love stories, the kind that could be a movie. They were best friends, and they still are.
When Grandpa passed away Nov. 5, 2006 I thought the house would feel different, kind of half empty, but it doesn't. We know he's with us when the family gets together and that he takes care of Grandma. We can still feel Grandpa. We know he's busy doing all kinds of work on the other side, but he loves his family and will always be around.
I love my Grandpa very much and I am so excited to be with him again.

Family Photos Sneak Peek

Tooting My Own Horn

I am feeling kind of braggy and that's not my favorite way to feel, but I'm excited about this so...
We had family pictures taken with Carter's Dad's family (crazy day, I'll tell the story later) at the beginning of October. And let me just back up and say that I LOVE family pictures, but it seems like nobody ever likes them as much as I do. So, I was SO excited to see that the photographer posted one picture from the entire family photo session on her blog, and it was a picture of us! Hooray!
But I've decided that it's just because William is the cutest boy that has ever existed. It obviously has nothing to do with Carter and I, we're not the most photogenic twosome.
Anyway, I feel very gratified that someone has finally been as excited about our family photos as I am.
Muuuah!

The "day of the family photos" story and actual family photos coming soon.

The Summer

It has been MUCH too long since this blog was last updated. So, here's the run down of our summer in pictures.


Will made a new friend.


He discovered how fun laundry is (you will see that this has grown into quite a hobby)


I made a practice cake to teach my new assistant the ropes.


And another cake for Cami's baby shower.


Will found Grandma Woolley's wall outlets and air vents (not shown) at our sleep over.


He also found the joy of toilet paper rolls.


Carter and I celebrated our 3 year anniversary in Park City.


And went to an IMAX at the planetarium


And had fun at the gift shop :)


I made this wedding cake...


.. AND this wedding cake in one day. Thank goodness for assistants.


We went to Farm Country at Thanksgiving Pointe with Rob and Renee. After seeing pictures from this day I gave up eating refined sugars... I don't know if I've lost any weight yet but a feel a lot better at least.


We fed the llamas.


And Will rode his first pony.


Mom had her birthday, and loved her presents.


And her (fabulous) cake.


And the lovely birthday glasses.


Eve loved the glasses too.


William likes to play laundry pirate.


And loves his new toy from Serafina and Paolo.


Besides this being a fun "laundry boy" costume, this was an attempt to keep him from grabbing already-folded clothes. It works better when they're a little bigger and you tie the socks together (I know this because my grandpa used to do it to me). As it happened, it worked for about 30 seconds and then Will just shook them off.


Ah, dirt. It would be cute if it was chocolate of some sort.


The washer is all the rage.


As are boxes. He climbed on top of this, around it, knocked it over a bunch of times, and then decided to play inside of it.

He's getting to be a little mover and climber. He'll climb up anything he can (he gets that from me, dangit) and is constantly re-arranging the kitchen chairs. They'll be spread all over the kitchen and I have to put them back around the table, and then an hour later they're all over again. It's good walking practice. I caught him trying to scale the oven the other day. he stepped up on the handle below the oven and then grabbed the oven handle, which made the oven open and he fell backwards. The oven is now always locked and I had to take off all the knobs for the stove. We almost blew up the other day because he turned on the gas and I didn't see it. Ah the joy of parenting. :) He's grown up so much this summer, I don't realize it until I look at these pictures.

Hey y'all, Will again. It's been a while since I posted. I've been busy perfecting my sitting and crawling, and falling with finesse. We just got back from St. George. It was a pretty crazy weekend.



I took a nap on the way, I knew it would be all play and no sleep down there. Sheesh.





I thought the life jacket would totally throw off my groove and it took a while to get used to, but I ended up totally rockin' it Lake Mead style.



Got to hang with uncle Kyle... he taught me new phrases like, "that's so sick" and "dude that's sketchy".



Nap time



Dad, uncle Kyle and uncle Sam, Grandpa was driving. Needless to say, they didn't land this so well.



Cousin Nick, we're destined to be best friends. I'm trying to play it cool but I'm pretty sure I busted my cover by laughing hysterically at whatever he did. That kid's pretty sketchy.



Yeah, I'm pretty



Check it, sittin' up in the tub. What up.