When I asked Roman what he wanted to do for his birthday this year, he responded that he wanted a yellow balloon and a yellow cake. Is this guy easy to please or what?
So Roman had three birthday parties this year. (Lucky boy, huh?) First, one with my family, complete with cousins, yellow balloons, yellow cake and yellow ice cream. Next, one with Steve's family with his other April birthday cousins on the Parke side. And then he had a yellow party at home with friends from church. The pictures above are from this third party. He had a great time at all three parties.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Roman's 3rd Birthday
Spring Break
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
The Mormon Mom
My friend Sarah has started a website to help busy moms with parenting, date night ideas, family home evening, organization tips, couponing, and recipes. I know she'll have some great tips. Check out her blog for more info: http://sarahandcorysmithfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/mormon-mom-website-launch.html, or go to her website: http://themormonmom.com.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Steve for President
Just a few of Steve's campaign posters. (The photoshop work is courtesy of Steve's friend Byron.)
Steve is running for SBA (student bar association) president again this year. He ran last year as a 1L (which was completely unheard of,) and forced a run-off between Steve and a 2L. He didn't win, but came very close. We'll see how this year turns out. Good luck Steve!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Disneyland
Thursday was Steve's birthday, and since he's such a great dad, he decided that he wanted to take the kids to Disneyland for the big day. (The free admission on your birthday did help inspire the idea.) We left Wednesday after school and headed straight to Huntington Beach so we could eat at Wahoo's. We don't get to eat there often, so we were a little excited. Just after we got our food, Roman, who had been coughing all day, started coughing so hard that he threw up. Poor Steve ran him out of the restaurant and tried to avoid getting hit as Roman threw up three more times. So we boxed up our food and left, skipped the beach and went straight to the hotel. Sad, sad, sad.