Alex's Art Gallery

This post is for my friend Jan. Here's your solution to the never-ending artwork your kids bring home: Create an Art Gallery in your garage. Your kids will love it. Every time you pull into the garage they feel special as their masterpieces greet them. We even talked about having an official exhibit opening and inviting the grandparents over for appetizers and drinks but that never happened. I was really great about putting everything up last year, I must admit I have become a slacker and now it all goes in the trash. But Jan, you have me inspired and I hung some recent artwork tonight. We are going to fill the wall!
Note: this was not my brilliant idea, my friend Allison got it from a magazine and I copied her.

Will's birthday party...a few weeks late.

I don't have many great pictures, but it was a success. My boy dug in the sand with his buddies, ate his fill of Chick-fil-a, and felt special. And now he is officially 3 years-old.

My Boy

Will has been going to a weekly music class since September. The big performance was last week. They sang, "If You're Happy And You Know It Clap Your Hands." It was disastrous. Let's just say these kids don't have what some would call Stage Presence. There was a highlight. As they marched onto the "stage," Will caught sight of the microphone and introduced himself to the audience... twice. Here's the quote, "Hi, I'm Will-Guy Curtis." And then once again, in case anyone missed it the first time.

Have I mentioned lately how madly in love I am with this child? It's a bit of a problem because his father gets jealous sometimes.

Playing Catch-up

Brandon's trip to Germany=Sister and Ellie's trip to AZ!! (no pictures of us all, how sad is that?)

Sister's trip to AZ=Sister and I driving to LA to see Mom, Dad, T & Jen (oh and WICKED!)

Mom and Dad in the USA=Boys, Sister, Ellie and I flying together to Utah and having the chance to see Kate, Chan-man and Sommer (there was a highway wave to Steve as well- missed you Steve... let's hang out next time)General Conference weekend= Mom and Dad in Park City for a whole week and finding time to do all of our PC traditions (Kamas pool, Cow's on Main Street, candy store, trolley ride)

Will turning 3=Excuse to buy Huge chocolate cake (can't bake since we we're on vacation)

Having so much fun in Utah with my family= Great Depression upon coming home to the heat in AZ

How will I make it through the summer? I'm seriously having a panic attack almost daily when I think about it. I know I survived last year, but why do I start to cry every time I think about having to do it again?