Things I don't want to forget . . .

It has been way too long since I updated this blog for me to go through all that has happened in the last six months. So I'll just go over the highlights.

I guess the most important highlight is that we found out the baby we planned on having was actually two babies. Greg and I have been apart for the past six months while he's been in Las Vegas for special military training, so I found out about these babies alone and had to tell him over FaceTime. I showed him the ultrasound photo and asked him what he saw. It was pretty funny. I think he may have forgotten his name for a minute. He can dispute that claim if he wants.

That was our February news. In April, we found out that our move to Texas was being changed to a move to South Korea. We're still dealing with all the realities of that change and trying to figure out the logistics of getting us all over there. For now, Greg is there alone getting things as ready as possible for us to move over there.

As for miss Macy, she found an awesome new dance class and preschool. Preschool graduation was last month and she stole the show. She is definitely a performer and frequently puts on little shows for us—she tells amazing stories and sings and dances for us. Her favorite song is "Madness" by Muse and she can sing every word ("Paradise" by Coldplay is a close second; I'm getting tired of both songs). Her most recent stories involve being bit by a shark while she was swimming in the ocean ("See? I have an owie on my thumb.") and being chased by a tiger, from which she was saved by either Dallin (my brother) or mommy, depending on the day ("Want to see my scratch on my leg?"). Most of her other stories involve a beautiful princess named Macy who gets locked in a tall tall tower by a mean dragon (sometimes the dragon is Mommy—not sure what that's about). The princess gets saved by a handsome prince named Josh (or sometimes Daddy) and they live happily ever after. All she wanted for Christmas was a wedding dress, and we frequently have to talk about when she can get married ("when I get big"), when she can have babies ("after I get married"), who she can marry (not daddy or Josh), and where she's going to get married ("at the temple"). And she learned to write her name. She's getting to be a real pro.

My sweet Josh is not a baby anymore. He's still the cuddliest little man I've ever met. He still loves his "b-b" (not sure how to spell that, but it's what he calls his binky) and I won't take it away because I figure he has enough change coming his way without throwing that in too. He recently starting talking—suddenly and in complete sentences—and makes us laugh with some of the things he says. His current favorite phrase is "not yet," which he uses when we tell him it's time to change his diaper, get him dressed, go to sleep, leave the house, etc. He always uses big pauses when he talks, e.g., "thanks, . . . mom," and "mmm . . . delicious." He is a total pill about letting me brush his teeth, but I recently learned that if I let him brush my teeth he'll let me brush his. I have some pretty hilarious stories about him learning to use the potty, but I'll spare him the embarrassment he may feel someday. Since we moved here he has taken to falling asleep in random places—on the floor, the stairs, the arm of the couch, etc. So I have tons of pictures of him sleeping. And boy, does this kid love his trains.

And pictures for the dad.

Macy in her Christmas dress. Mysteriously, I have have no picture of Josh's Christmas clothes. Whoops.

Dallin and Logan had friends over for a pseudo–poker game and left the card table out. So Macy and Josh had to play the next morning. With checkers and old maid cards.

Macy's name-writing skills and a self-portrait.

Easter! Impossible to get them to look at the camera. What's up with that?

I ordered the babies' car seats and Macy had to do a test run. Because they're kind of her babies too. Just ask her.

Preschool graduation. Any excuse to pose.