Little Cuties

These kids belong to my sister Karen, and her husband David, and they are all very, very cute. I think the picture of Peter (last one) is my favorite, though. Doesn't it bring to mind Elder Cook's conference talk, "Hope Ya Know, We Had a Hard Time"? James's picture is a very close second favorite of mine -- just hangin' out, relaxing, watching some football.

I didn't get a picture of Mark because he was hangin' with Jacob and Alex. They were all very involved in a computer game. Mark really seemed to hit it off with Alex. I saw Mark showing Uncle Alex his very cool Leapfrog game player thingie with his and his siblings' games at one point in the day. It was so fun to see you guys!

Catching Up

These pictures were taken when Karen, Carolyn, Nicole, and I got together (with our respective families) in mid-October. Hazel is three months older than Per, and yet, they look like they are about the same size. They are both pretty adorable, in my opinion! It was great to catch up with my sisters and really fun to see all of Karen and Dave's kids -- see next post for a couple of pictures. They are so grown up! It was fun to listen to them and watch how they interacted with each other.

The second shot of Per is very typical for him, even though the picture is a month old now. His tongue is constantly sticking out of his mouth, but now he's added a twist -- he curls it up to one side when he sticks it out of his mouth. It's just cute. The frog in the pictures is Berry the Fairy Frog. He was named Berry by Per's cousins Beck and Kaiya, who thought it was very funny that Per was named after a fruit. (Which he wasn't, but to their 6- and 4-year-old minds, he was. Therefore, they gave him a frog also named after a fruit.) I added the Fairy Frog part of the name, partly because it rhymes and partly because he has fairy wings on the back of his shirt for some inexplicable reason. They aren't visible in the pictures, but trust me, they're there. I think he's a very cute frog.

The Art of Grilled Cheese

Not everyone is aware of this, but making a grilled cheese sandwich is an actual art. A few weeks ago, Zak, being the kind husband that he is, offered to make us some sandwiches while I fed Per. This was a welcome offer, since Zak generally does not trust himself to cook anything other than hot dogs or mac & cheese after a mishap with oil and water in a frying pan (the stove was on and quite hot -- let your imagination go!) early on in our marriage.

After the first three sandwiches turned out like those you see on the left, I offered to take over and make the sandwiches, which turned out like those you see on the right. You see? Making grilled cheese sandwiches really is an art.