When Dylan was little my sister in law offered to make him a hand made sock monkey. It is really cute and I love it but it scared Dylan, who is a tender little blossom. I put it in the bottom of the stuffed animal bin once I realized that no matter how much I liked it, Dylan would still cry whenever he saw it. A while ago I unpacked all of our stuffed animals and Caitlin found the sock monkey. She is not inherently scared of everything around her so she instantly liked the sock monkey. When I got her up from her nap today she was hugging the monkey and told me, "He's my favorite!" He came with us for dinner tonight and as she was walking down to the car I heard her telling Ken all about her "soccer monkey". So, thanks Faith for the soccer monkey! I finally have a kid who appreciates your hard work!
Dylan made me these hearts as an anniversary gift. Sweet, huh? Ten years ago I was newly graduated from college, in love and ready to get married! Well, technically I was freaking out about getting married, which probably made Ken feel super good. Most of you know this story and the rest of you probably don't care, but it's my blog, so ppppthhhht! Ken lived across the street from me during our last year of college (but curiously, we were 24 and 25. Oh, how I love BYU). He and his room mate spent many evenings, and when I say evenings I really mean late at night, in my living room talking to my room mates, Laura and Cheryl (hi guys!). I would emerge from my basement lair, tell them to pipe down and then retreat for my beauty sleep and morning classes. Ken would hang out then go home, watch a movie, go jogging at 3 am and then sleep until noon. Somewhere in there I assume he also studied a bit but maybe not. He probably just showed up and dazzled his professors with his ...
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Speaking of tender litte blossom's, Isabella has that same tendency to be scared of the silliest things. The other day she saw Ken's bobblehead on top of our computer desk, and went around saying "Scary Ken!" the rest of the day. :D