kemry's first bubble bath

Kemry hates stuff on her hands.

And her feet.

She is just like me in that regard.

I have to wipe my hands every five seconds when I am cooking, because I hate the feeling of eggs, batter, flour, milk, {etc} on my hands.

Things were no different when we plopped Kemry into the tub with yummy, watermelon-smelling bubbles.

Lots of hand shaking and wiping. 

A little pouting, too.

Things got better when Dad played with the bubbles, though.
They were totally legit at that point :)

15 months

One month older.

It's crazy, isn't it?

May is approaching, and I don't even know where January went, let alone the last year of the Kembot's life!

best job in the world

My dear friend Amy shared this on her blog, and it about made me cry this morning.
Enjoy :)

sickly {3}

Look at those under-eye bags. Poor sickly!

Kemry doesn't really get sick often.

But when she does get sick, she gets siiiiiiiiiiiick.

This past week has been full of green snot, harsh coughs, soaring temperatures, and lots of tears.

Tears from both baby and mommy since I managed to catch this same bug from Kemry.

 

It is true that mommies never get sick days.

All I want to do is drink an entire bottle of NyQuil and sleep

{a statement that I actually now recant due to the NyQuil hangover I am now experiencing.}

 

We finally broke down and took Kemry to the doctor so she could get some meds.

She is finally starting to act like herself again, which is great.

But I am still a walking snot/cough/sneeze/tissue machine.

 

I am so lucky to have an amazing husband who helps tame the wild Kemrybeast when I am not at my best. 

He is especially a saint because I am the only person she wants when she is sick, so much of his time is spent holding a full-blown tantrum.

Kemry has been a trooper, too.

She {as you see in the picture} knows what to do with the thermometer.

She also likes to carry her {closed} medicine bottles around, tapping the lids with a syringe and putting it in her mouth, just like mommy gives it to her.

She is even starting to catch on how to blow her nose into the tissue and that Vicks solves everything.

 

Alas, as much as sickness is the worst, it is kinda the best.

Seriously.

I love all of those cuddles.

what i am thinking about this {easter} sunday {4}

This week was one of the hardest weeks I have ever had.

Ever.

In my 24 years of existence, this week was the worst.

As today is not only Easter but the start of a new week {a week that will be better than the last}, I found this especially appropriate to share. 

"Each of us will have our own Fridays—

those days when the universe itself seems shattered 

and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. 

We all will experience those broken times when it seems 

we can never be put together again. 
We will all have our Fridays.

But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—

Sunday will come. 
In the darkness of our sorrow, 
Sunday will come.

No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, 
Sunday will come.

In this life or the next, 
Sunday will come."

This is my favorite talk given at General Conference.
Whether you are of the same faith as I am or not, I wholeheartedly invite you to read it in its entirety here. The start of the talk is tenderhearted, but my favorite parts come in middle.

During weeks like this past one, even though I have not experienced the death of a loved one, I am able to draw so much comfort from those inspired words.

I hope you are all having a Sunday, and not a Friday.
And a marvelous Easter Sunday, at that!

As I stay home from Church with a sick baby, let me share my second spiritual boost for this special day {which happens to be my SECOND favorite talk ever}:

{read the rest of that talk here}

kemry's first zoo-outing

This past weekend was very much anticipated.

We needed a time off.

Time to spend as a little family.

And while 2 days hardly counts as a vacation, it was a nice refresher.

After all, we have to hold out until the end of June for a real vacation anyway, so this had to do. 

We loaded up our car and headed to Utah so Tyrel could attend his {probably} last mission reunion.

And to swim in the hotel pool {which was far too cold and just made Kemry cry... to which the remedy was to fill up the bathtub back in our room and have our own pool party. All three of us in our swimming suits, squished in that tiny tub. What you do for the baby's sake, right?}

And to eat lots of burgers and ice cream.

And to take Kemry to Hogle Zoo.

We got there early {due to both lack of sleep at the hotel and a desire to beat the crowd}, and it only took us an hour to walk the whole thing.

An hour.

I certainly remember spending a lot more time than that wandering around when I was little.

{But that might be due to the fact that my little brother dropped his binki in the gorilla pit when he was tiny...and proceeded to watch those muscular primates smash it to bits. Hours of crying ensued.}

It was a fun little time, though!

Kemry sure enjoyed herself.

She like blowing kisses to the cats and saying hi to the giraffe.

Most of the animals got pretty close since we were some of the few there that early.

I guess it is just a warm-up for when we hit this monster of a place in June!