the leavitts.

check out this fridge!

our fridge is an ever-changing gallery of chet's lovely little crafts.
i never thought i'd be the type to have a busy fridge [i'm not much for clutter] but i've got one.
and i love it.
and chet does too.

a cluttered fridge is just one of the many things i have changed my opinion on since having kids.
another example is how i said matt and i would always sit beside each other in sacrament meeting..
 but now our kids manage to slither their way in between us.
rude!

but one thing i'm quite certain my opinion won't change on is the lack of humor in poop jokes..

and chet has officially hit a stage where he thinks talking about poop is funny.
awesome.

a good majority of the time i ask him what he wants for breakfast/lunch/snack, he responds,

'poop'

[with a dorky smirk on his face.]

and then i agree to go outside and find him a frozen piece of dog poop.

..and then he requests something else.
thankfully.


pictures:

this is how i tricked him into tolerating his bath.

we hadn't seen the ducks in a while.

bundled for a walk.

first time playing with scissors. very focused, with his tongue out and all.

[i thought he was a lefty..]

can you tell chet was excited to dig in?!

chet and holden were too snotty to take to church so matt and i took turns going.

i went to sacrament.

i can't remember the last time i went to sacrament meeting without kids.

turns out you can have a really spiritual experience if you actually listen! it was really nice.

and then matt went to the rest of church.

which meant he got to teach our sunday school class all by himself.

he is braver then me.

while matt was at church, chet and i got dinner ready.

and i thought it was a really great idea to bake a cake to indulge in after fast sunday..

but it was actually the worst idea!

my favorite part of baking a cake/cookies/brownies is the batter..

so it was really hard to watch chet enjoying the batter without me.

and i had to let chet judge whether the frosting recipe [i had never tried before] was tasty.

and it's hard to trust a boy who would've gladly licked pure butter off a spoon!

but he ended up being right.. it was tasty.

and cute.

and using a cake stand made me feel like a really great wife :)