So I haven't checked the blogs in awhile (and lest you think me a slacker I seriously have no time to do anything outside the realm of necessities in this (hopefully temporary) phase of my life). But after missing out on discussions of such things as the love of butter and snake poop, reading birthday messages that made you cry because we just love each other so much, dang it, and seeing the coolest pictures of Bride ever (a copy of the snow angel, please!), I was back in. The final frustrating straw was the fact that all the comments I wanted to make were futile, seeing as everyone had moved on about a month ago.

Boring kid updates: This picture is from Jack's 100th day celebration at school. He loves school and is freaking out right now because I can't find his 1st grade sight words and he wants to move on to 2nd grade a.s.a.p. Another cause for his panic attacks: not watching a Book of Mormon movie on Sunday. Last week we were travelling home from Sacramento so he didn't get to watch one. Not happy. He loves the gospel even if he's a little confused at times: he told me when he's 14, he'll go to the woods to pray and God will tell him, "None." (As in the answer to which church he should join. We're working on clearing that up.)

You might say Cole also has butter in his eyes. Obviously a Lunn, I found this butter dish empty save for the giant spoon Cole used to eat the half stick of butter that was in there. (The evidence is on his face.) The next picture is his idea of the appropriate amount of butter on his toast (he subsequently ate the butter, left the toast.) Besides consuming large quantities of fat, Cole enjoys calling whatever he can dumb (I don like dat. Dat's dumb.) and when he gets mad at us, yelling, "You poo poo!" Nice.

Emma enjoys saying, "bababababa," all day so that she sounds like the comatose Goldie Hawn in Overboard. We try to refrain from throwing things at her, though.