Raspberries, Payson and a birthday..

I have noticed a few new readers to my little blog.  Ella says hi to you all!

Ella has a new - pretty awesome - trick.  Blowing raspberries.  2 months ago her Dr. asked if she could do this yet and I was so sad that she couldn't.  I don't know what I was thinking, I kinda wish she still couldn't.  Why? Because it's embarrassing..  Imagine being in line at the grocery store, or shopping at Target and all of the sudden everyone around you hears "pfffff". It doesn't sound a thing like blowing a raspberry. It sounds like she is passing gas.  Totally cute if you know the truth, but not cute when the people around you look at you like your the one making the sound.  I find myself saying really loud "Oh Ella, you sound so cute when you blow raspberries" a lot these days.  I also find myself unable to tell if one of the boys is being gross or if it's Ella when we are driving around and all of them are in the back of the car.  Trust me, it isn't always Ella....

This weekend we went to Payson and I learned Ella is a wonderful travelling companion.  She doesn't fall down cliffs (Reed), she doesn't bite her own finger and make it bleed when eating french fries (Reed), she doesn't mistake the word Elk for Elf in a conversation and spend the next 30 minutes crying, covering her eyes, convinced there are creepy elves with antlers roaming around the woods (Reed). She also doesn't complain about not catching a fish (Ryan) or only eat pancakes that are fluffy (Ryan).  She is the perfect little traveler. She lets me tote her around in her Baby Bjorn, she eats where ever we are at the moment, she sleeps all night without stealing covers and she doesn't even want me to put a worm on a hook for her to fish. 

I know.. I am not supposed to play favorites, but hey, I need to remember these sweet, easy baby days and store them in my mind for when she is a toddler running around and getting into everything!

In all honesty though, the trip to Payson was a blast. The boys were on their best behavior and we had a lot of fun.  I do sometimes wonder what planet Reed comes from, but we had a good time..

We came home just in time to celebrate my grandma's 89th birthday. It was a nice night for her and the women who take care of her in her care home went way above and beyond decorating and making her day really special.  I don't know how many more birthdays we will get to celebrate with her, so it was nice to be able to capture pictures like this:

We all had a great time and it meant a lot to my grandma to have us all there eating cake with her.  Happy Birthday Grandma!

I wish I had something exciting or meaningful or insightful to post, but really, life has been out of control busy but also very calm.  No crying fits, no sentimental moods, nothing but work, kids, therapy sessions, vacuuming and laundry.

Tomorrow we start occupational therapy. The therapist is the one I like to call "feather lady". I am sure that will lead to a post of some sort. Till then, goodnight my friends!