Bottle Him Up

This boy has no idea how much he consumes my heart, mind, and soul.

98% of my smiles in a day are a direct result of his wonderful exsitence.  The way he runs on his tip-toes, the way he asks for a "cack-kah" (cracker) every three seconds, the way he frantically, hysterically laughs when he's being chased, the way he grabs my head and pulls me in for a big, slobbery kiss.  Really, it's more like he licks my face.  But I love it all.  I want to bottle him up and keep him this way forever.

His untamable bed head.

His wonder and curiosity.

How he loves to push things.  Grunting and wheezing to show just how strong he is (you know… attracts the ladies).

We love going to the Children's Museum in Tucson.

And not too long ago we went to the "Spring Fling" on UofA campus with friends.

The big, spinning, light-up rides looked pretty fun, apparently, but I convinced him to wait a few years.

The only ride Cam was actually tall enough for was the carousel.  It took him a moment to warm up to it, as you can see.  I'm not sure he trusted the tiger I was perched on.

But with Daddy standing right there with him, he was soon smiling from ear to ear.  Once the ride was over he had a mini-meltdown when we took him off his steed.  A good sign that he loved it, I think.  Also a sign that we had kept him up past his bedtime, haha!

I love his obsession with golf balls, basketballs, volleyballs.  He calls a ball a "bah," and asks for one throughout the day.  Just to throw and chase, as he's always done.  But the most fun is to throw it from the top of a hill or a flight of stairs.  Then run down and get it, bring it back to the top, and repeat.  This boy loves repetition and patterns.

He likes to knock on doors using only his pointer finger.  He's very careful about it.

What kid doesn't love balloons?

There's no time to stand still anymore.  One of the funniest things he does is run around our house in a circle and laugh hysterically to himself.

He will also tell you the sound a monkey makes, "Ah ah!" and a snake, "thhhh!" and learns to say new words every day!

Cinco de Mayo at the park with friends in our ward, Cam got to hit a piƱata.  The Mexican food and games were so fun, but Roy and I had to switch off visiting and chasing Camden around the park.  Busy boy.

When Daddy is gone he will often find this picture and point to it, saying "Dada!"  His unconditional love and admiration for us is one of my favorite things in the universe.  Someday, Cam, you're going to realize we are far from perfect.  But we will always love you to our greatest, fullest capacity.

Since I can't bottle him up, I'm writing it all down.

This boy.  He has no idea how fiercely he is loved.

Roy the Ninja

Wrote this post yesterday.  Wasn't brave enough to post it.

The whole world is holding its breath today.  Or at least our whole world is.

In exactly four hours and twenty-six minutes we will find out whether or not Roy passed the Arizona State Bar Exam.  He's nervous.

We had plans tonight.  Not big plans, but plans.  And this morning Roy asked me to cancel them, "Because if I fail, I want to wallow in pity by myself."
"If I pass, we're going out to celebrate."

And so, my friends, tonight will either be fantastic or incredibly depressing.  But I've got my pom poms and I'm full out cartwheeling and high-kicking for team "PASS!"  Because if Roy can't do it, no one can!

But seriously, Roy's an awesome example of hard work.  When it comes to school and studying for the bar, I mean, I've never seen someone more dedicated and focused.  Just looking at the thickness of those beastly books he's been memorizing makes me want to chuck myself in front of a speeding train.  But not Roy.  He's an academic ninja.  Black belt.

So I'm not worried.  Cautious enough not to post this until after we find out the results.  But really not worried at all.

Wish us luck...


The last sixty minutes before the results were posted I was slightly worried Roy was going to pull all of the hair out of his head.  To save his hair, he tried to keep himself busy.

"I'm gonna clean out the garage!"
(And now the trunk of my car is filled with junk to donate, and I can walk through my garage without feeling like I'm playing hop scotch.)

"I'm gonna pull some weeds!"
(And now our trash is full of branches and our yard is trimmed and decent.)

Obviously next time I need some work done around the house I just need to stress out my husband to the point of insanity.  Bam!  Kitchen cleaned!

Cam, Roy, and I were in the living room (which was freshly vacuumed, thank you Roy) when 4:30 struck.  Quietly, Roy got on his phone and started skimming through a list of names.  Apparently only 65% passed this test.  Pressure on.

The print was so small, and he was so frazzled, he couldn't find his name.  His heart sank when he thought he wasn't on there.  But then…

He leapt off the couch and did the most hilarious jumping victory dance you've ever seen.  I thought his head was going to hit the fan, he was soaring so high, just screaming "YES!  YES!  YESSSS!!!" and punching the air.  Maybe he's more than just an academic ninja.  ;-)

I waved my figurative pom poms, and we both plopped onto the carpet with the biggest sense of relief.  Camden must have sensed the victory, because suddenly all he wanted to do was hug Roy over and over again.  Cutest boy!

Even though I still couldn't get parts of Roy's hair to lie flat, we went for a night out on the town.  We grabbed a last-minute babysitter and headed up to California Pizza Kitchen, followed by some loitering around the mall, like a couple of teenagers pushing curfew.

On the drive home we googled the origin of the word esquire, and talked about the future that's officially opened before us.  It's scary, how the rest of our lives hinge on these next few months.  Everything from where we live to who we associate with.  But it's exciting, too.

On a day like today, it's hard to see anything but sunshine ahead.

P.S. If you know of any job openings for an attorney… let us know!  Please.  Seriously.