Baby Brother

Our little guy drew this in church last week. This poor kid needs a baby brother!


- Mrs. Akers

Happy Easter!

After Sunrise service this morning, we came home and colored eggs. We tried a new egg coloring kit this year, and I have to say... Next year we're going back to the traditional dunking.



Yet, we had fun, and as you can see from the results: JD, Mr. Akers & I, all are equal in our egg painting talent.



Did I mention we somehow used raw eggs instead of the cooked ones? Hilarious. Oh well... Who's perfect anyway, right?!

Happy Easter!!!

- Mrs. Akers

Easter Egg Hunting

Just a friendly little hunt for plastic eggs at our church this morning:



The waiting part was a little tough:



But guess who we met?!


- Mrs. Akers

Visualizing

My Cool Grandma taught me the art of visualizing your greatest desires in life in order to bring them to fruition. This technique got me through buying my 1st home, Nursing school, and many other large feats in my short, little life.

This year... I'm visualizing something incredible:



- Mrs. Akers

Little Mantrums

It is inhumane to be stuck in the car with a 6 year old boy who is having a Lil' Mantrum.




I might just have to start making a meltdown madness picture collection for this little dude. Remember this one from a couple of months ago?




To make a long story short, the cookie Mommy excitedly brought home from work for her little boy... is not going in his mouth after all. I have my limits.





I love my son.

- Mrs. Akers

6 year old Check-Up

Since JD was 3 the last time he had a check up, I figured it was time for a visit with good ole Dr. Barnes-Clark. The last time we saw her, JD threw a Monster sized tantrum that left us both running out of the office in tears. Needless to say, I was a bit apprehensive about this trip.





He was too.















After a few minutes in the room waiting for the doc, he loosened up:










Then the Nurse came in and requested he change into this hot little gown:

Do you know the cool thing about being locked in a room for 25 minutes with your son? It's a bonding experience:

I showed him how Mommy's pupils changed

with this cool little instrument on the wall:

And nearly cried when he did this dance on the table:

Look carefully at the paper on the exam table in this last picture. Do you see the wrinkles on it? JD wouldn't have lived to see 6 if that paper was in our home. The sound of it crinkling and echoing in that little exam room, was enough for this Mommy to feel insane. :)

The Results:
Height - 46.5" - 60th percentile
Weight - 51 lbs - 70th percentile
Eye sight - Perfect
Hearing - Perfect (When he wants it to be!)

- Mrs. Akers

There's No Such Thing as Accidents

I've heard about accidents before: Missed a pill, barrier breakage, lapses of judgement on a steamy night. I grew up believing in them, knowing very well that some of my friends had them, and others were accidents themselves.

However, in the last 4 months, I've stopped believing in them. There's simply no such thing as "Accidents".

This is what trying to have a baby looks like:




Yes, there are some serious science experiments being conducted in our bathroom. After months of Basal body temperature charting, ovulation test strips, and charting intimate moments on my ovulation iPhone app... We've decided to quit trying to make this "accident" happen. Those pregnancy tests were starting to get expensive anyway. I was about ready to write angry letters to the manufacturer's of Clear Blue, First Response, and EPT for their faulty test sticks for only showing negatives!

Now what? Well, we're just sitting around... waiting to have a little accident we can call our own! :)

- Mrs. Akers

You are "this many"

In a world where you are always pushed to be an adult, it's tough to remember to be a kid. On our Honeymoon this past January, I got excited over a particularly childish thing at Disneyland. My sweet husband, RayRay, looked over at me with a goofy grin, held up 5 fingers, and announced, "You're this many!"

So, despite the warnings of our parents and a touch of common sense, we've adopted this saying into our family. There's so much time to be an adult in this life, that we choose to savor the times we are able to be "this many".

Won't you join us?

- Mrs. Akers