Last Sunday, on Mother's Day, May 10th, Keith and I had the children baptized at Redeemer Lutheran Church. It was a very special, memorable day (ah, memorable, thanks to Bradyn... in a nutshell: a 3 year old and a temper tantrum, enough said). In other news, Elizabeth has blossomed the last 2 weeks! She hit 3 months and all of a sudden started doing everything at once! She now: sleeps through the night (AMEN!), touches her toes, looks at her hands (and I think she's starting to realize they're connected to her body!), supports her weight on her legs when we pull her to standing, and at exactly 3 1/2 months (5/15/09), she rolled over for the first time, back to belly!!! She is such a joy and I am constantly amazed by her. The one thing she hasn't done yet is grow hair. :) I love her bald little head though! I call her "Peach" because her hair/head feel like peach fuzz when I kiss her. sooooo soft! It's one of the many names she has, along with lovebug, princess, lizzie, sweetheart, Liz Beth, sweet girl, baby, fluffy butt, and the list goes on!


Bradyn has one more full day of preschool left and then has his end of school program on Thursday, May 21st and we're done! I can't say that I'm sad; I'm ready for this school year to be over with. For the last month, Bradyn has been throwing a fit when I come to pick him up in the afternoon. He's sees me coming down the hall and shouts, "Noooooooo! I don't want to go home Mom!" Then it turns in to a big fight to get him out of the church. NOT fun with a baby and a backpack and a lunchbox and the day's art project. Oh.... being a mom sure humbles ya. If you have a thing about being embarrassed, having children will pretty much force you to get over it, eh, or at least deal with it more often than you wish you had to. Bradyn's at a hard age/phase right now, stuck between being a "little" boy and a "big" boy, having a new sibling in the house, not being the center of attention anymore, etc. On top of it all, he's headstrong, difficult, stubborn, determined, whatever you want to call it. We've talked to him, taken away privledges, spanked him, threatened him, reasoned with him, prayed, yelled, cried, and nothing phases him. Hopefully he'll mature over the summer so when he goes back to school in the fall we won't have this problem. If we do, I will pull him out of the program, it's that simple. I'm not paying $165/month to be mortified every Tuesday/Thursday. Forget the terrible 2's, the terrible 3's are way worse! Gotta love the kid though. Surely this hard-headed determination will serve him well later in life... (crossing my fingers!)