Happy 24th

To you and yours on this, the 24th of July...

The Calan Show

Cal is signing a 10-month old signing fool. As of now he has signed at one time or another: daddy, mommy, more, milk, light, airplane, binky, want and a few others. It is awesome to watch your deaf child communicate with you. He is doing really well. He is scheduled for his cochlear implant surgery Sept. 4th and 30 days later his implant will be activated. So in roughly 12 weeks our little dude will be able to hear. It’s pretty crazy to think about it. He also is starting (okay trying) to crawl. It’s tough for the kid. He’s basically made out of chubby circles, but he’s getting there. Bottom line, Cal's a cute little dude that is always happy. I think we'll keep him around.

Ham Slams & Brown Air Biscuits

Londyn toots…a lot. And to be honest, I think it's funny. I even think it’s funny she calls it a toot. (I guess it’s better than having your 3-year-old call it fart or butt-breath or something.) Every toot is hilarious to her and then she follows up her booty bomb by announcing it to anyone within hearing distance. A few days ago on the bed I aimed her little stinker at Brynn’s face, gave her a little tickle and pooooof...right on queue. Like I said she toots…a lot. It’s not a well kept secret that Brynn is the queen of the one-cheek sneak, so Londyn’s little talent is no surprise. But I digress. While watching a Tivoed recording of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse (does anyone else Tivo cartoons for their kids or are we just horrible parents?) Anyways, while watching Mickey, Londyn let one rip and looked up at me just giggling and said, “I tooted.” Then it hit me. Does she do this at Pre-School? Nursery? Grandparents? I promptly made her say excuse me and told myself no more laughing at the toot. Being a parent is hard.

Proud Motherly Moments

This last month has been filled with several "proud motherly moments." One of the first great moments was watching Cal sign for the first time. Of course it was "daddy," but that's okay. He is now signing ball, more, and mommy! It is so exciting to watch your child communicate, especially because you realize that they have actually been learning what you have been trying to teach them for the past 9 months!
My second proud moment was watching Londyn perform a dance routine for the first time. For all of you that know me, dance has been a humongous part of my life for the past 24 years. I will tell all of you dancers out there that there is not one single moment in your entire dancing career that will surpass the moment you watch your child on stage for the first time. She was awesome up there, and not to mention she was so stinkin' cute in her blue tutu!

Happy Birthday Londyn

Roll Call

Londyn turns the big 3-years-old tomorrow. She spends her days at pre-school, dance and singing around the house. She is still 90% cute 10% turd, but we wouldn't have her any other way.


Calan is finally sitting up and playing around. He is starting to sign a little more and Brynn and I fight everyday about if he signed Mommy or Daddy first. (Just for the record, it was Daddy.) He's a happy little dude that gets even happier in the presence of anything that resembles food.


Not much changes with the Beav & I. Brynn still teaching dance and Steve is liking the new job. (Although it is in Provo and I am surrounded by way too many byu DB's.) That's 'bout it for us.

Threads of Destiny

A few years ago, my dad wrote a book. And after many edits and rewrites I finally made him stop and get it published. And the day is here. Larry Perkins is the author of the published novel: Threads of Destiny: Book One of the Bloodstone Amulet. I have read this book and I have to say it is pretty freakin' good. And not "good" becasue my dad wrote it either. It is an intense, fun, interesting historical fiction. Well done Larry T. And for those that want to read it...go and buy it on Amazon.com (I told you this thing was legit.)



(CLICK HERE TO SEE IT ON AMAZON)

Cinco de Mustache 2009

I smell man. And that man is me. And the smell is mustache. Sweet, sexy, manly mustache. 2009 Cinco de Mustache was a raging success of testosterone and turned on women. The lip caterpillars came in all shapes and sizes this year. Present, was the Selleck, the Molester, the Little League Coach and more than a few Handlebar interpretations. It felt good filling my man tank with mustache gas. To all those that grew, I salute you. Here are a few pics.



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euro '09

I could throw out a few words like incredible, amazing, wow, breathtaking, dope, romantic, perfect and holy *&%#! But it will not even begin to describe how it feels to stand on top of the Eiffel Tower, walk the halls of Versailles, float the canals of Venice or stand in the center of Ancient Rome. Brynn and I came back full of memories (and gelato) and are already trying to figure out how to make our way back...