Ode to My Birthday Girl

Poets have written of roses so red,
and of violets of blue,
But never have I seen a beauty
as lovely as you

The sun burns above us in the sky
with liquid hot goo goo
It is flaming hot ball of fire for sure
but not as hot as you

Ice cream is cool, creamy and sweet
nice to have and taste
Just like your sexy red lips and mouth
I want to kiss with haste

Gazelles run fast and swift with ease
their little legs in flight
tired like you, cuz you've been running
 through my mind all night

This poem will make some gag and moan
because it is cheesy
But of your love I am not ashamed
loving you is easy

With spring weather comes the flowers
as it melts the snow
A look in your eyes, your sweet smile
makes my heart go

How lame is this poem you ask?
You already know
But you melt my heart like a fire
melts some snow.



Happy Birthday my Love!

FHE Hi-jinx and Birthday Fun!

For Family Home Evening last night we decided to teach the boys about missions.  I dressed up in a white shirt, tie and name badge and walked out into the living room.  Rock saw me and just freaked out.  "NO!!  You can't be missionary, you my daddy!  YOU CAN'T BE MISSIONARY!!"  So DeA made them their own badges.  Ryker didn't quite get the hang of it.

Rock wasn't sure if he wanted to be a missionary,

but then he heard about all the letters from the young women in the ward and he was sold!

He grabbed his scriptures and set out on his mission.

Eventually they got distracted and started going through my scriptures.

Ryker made out with my old Spanish hymnal.  He tried singing some of the songs, but didn't do very well since he's a baby.

Rock knew that he would need a tie and some tracting shoes.  Ryker knew that he would need to look happy for the picture.

So, eventually Rock got off of a chair and said that he was home from his mission.  DeA asked him if he was getting married now, and he said "Yeah.  I home now.  I marry Macey."  In other news, Ryker got his first taste of delicious honey.  He was a fan.

Lil' Gyker is already a year old, but that doesn't mean that he has all of his teeth.  He's still as toothless as a old trapper.

One of the fun traditions that we picked up in Iowa was the idea of letting the one year-old plow through his own giant piece of cake.  Ryker did much, much better than Rock.

Rock was amazed at the brutality that Ryker used to attack his cake.  He just didn't know what to make of it.

Eventually he decided to help himself to the mess and enjoy the ride.

But, even then he wasn't sure about everything.  Was he going to be able to vacuum up all the cake crumbs with the cheapo vacuum.

"Daddy, how are you allowing this?  And on a school night!"

"The horror!  The horror!"

Meanwhile, DeA enjoyed watching Ryker destroy his cake.  She always wondered if the reason Rock didn't eat his cake was because he wanted vanilla.  Now she doesn't care anymore, because Ryker chowed his wacky cake.

There was a pretty good mess.  Enough of a mess that we wish we had a dog to either lick it up, or hide the mess with his own mess.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WYKER!!

One year ago today our lives were blessed by the arrival of our little Ryker.  He showed up in an extremely busy and stressful time of our lives, but has been a cute little blessing the whole time.

Rock's never been sure what to do with him, but he knows that people ooo and ah when he kissed him, so Gyker gets lots of kisses (and kicks).

Almost all of Ryker's Aunts and Uncles and Grandparents made it to Central Point for his blessing.  

Even Nick.

Sometimes he's done dirty things to Mama Zista's legs

Sometimes he's tried to look stern and all serious-like.

Other times he's tried to find food in the completely wrong places.

He's always been happy to be himself around family, and to let the baby juices flow.

He won't take any guff from nobody, so don't try to give him any!

We are so happy to have our cheerful little Ryker!  Happy Birthday, Buddy!!