Jake at 1.5 years

Jake, Jake, Jake...where do I start? Might as well start with my favorite thing about him. When he sees me after a period of separation, he smiles so big and runs to me at full speed for a hug. He does this for Kyle when he comes home from work, Noah after nap times, and a select few other people that he loves, so consider yourself lucky if you've experienced the Jake Welcome Back Hug. It has to be the sweetest thing in the world.

What's a little less sweet: Jake has learned the fine art of tantrum throwing. These have been some of my first experiences with drop-to-the-ground-and-scream-your-guts-out kind of tantrums. It has been an eye opening experience.

One common reason for tantrums: if I don't take him on a walk to see the horses when he wants. Several times a day he gets up into my face and makes that horse whinny sound (usually

showering my face with spit in the process) until I surrender and pack the boys up for a walk to the horses. We like to feed the horses apples and grass. He is always sad to go back home. The only time I have heard him put two words together in sequence is when we leave the horses: "Bye-Bye Horses."

So although horses are climbing the charts of Jake's favorite things in life, he con

tinues to love football. When Noah was Jake's age, he would request me to draw pictures of different animals. Jake just wants footballs.

Jake goes to Toddler Time once a week with some friends, and he loves it. He also enjoys art group on Tuesdays, mostly because I let him make a mess.

He is a good little sidekick to big brother Noah.

I'm starting to see a lot of copycat behavior, which is very cute.

Today while the boys were watching tv, I watched Jake climb up onto the arm of the couch just like Noah, and then he looked over at Noah and repositioned his little hands to match Big Brother's.

The brothers made a cute prehistoric pair for Halloween.

The whole caveman thing was a good excuse to grow his hair out. Since then, Kyle reintroduced Jake to the clippers, and now he has a new haircut. It's adorable, but I still mourn the loss of that cute little shaggy head.

Our Big Boy

Noah turned 3. It was about time for a Sunday suit, don't you think?

What 3-year-old Noah is like:

He writes his name now. I wasn't prepared for how absolutely adorable it is to see your child write his name in that scraggly little kid handwriting!! He is learning to sound out words and the first word I saw him read was ipod. He loves the show SuperWhy and sometimes he calls himself SuperNoah. Other things he likes to do with letters:

I love children's creativity!! Noah loves to draw and paint. Here is a sidewalk chalk picture.

I thought the people on the boat were adorable! This is one of a few times he has ventured beyond his dinosaur drawings into the human world. But Noah's favorite canvas is still his body...

As mentioned previously, he is still obsessed with Dinosaurs. Hence the Halloween costume:

We pretend to be dinosaurs at least five times every day. He gives his request the same way every time: "Mom, let's play Dinosaurs. You be Mother, Jake will be Little Foot and I'll be Sharp Tooth." He won't take no for an answer. Before I can respond, sometimes he prompts me with the appropriate answer: "Mom, say 'Okay'!" Then he starts to attack me and I yell: "Run, Little Foot!" and I try to fight Sharp Tooth with my "tail". Sharp Tooth falls down, but then he gets back up and attacks me until I fall down. I lie still and Sharp Tooth promptly comes to and begins to scavenge Mother's dead body, with hauntingly life-like carnivorous movements and sounds. Morbid, I know. I wonder if he does this in nursery?

Sometimes the dinosaur role play lasts all day (We play dinosaur doctor, dinosaur football, dinosaur cooking, etc.) Throughout our busy day, when I forget and slip out of character, he will remind me. "That's not Jake! That's Little Foot, Mother!" It is sweet hearing him call me 'Mother' though.

Noah doesn't say his L's. So everything is ya ya ya. A catchphrase from Noah on the drive down from Idaho as he looked out the window at an imaginary volcano: "Yook at the Yava!!!"

(Noah with his volcano and "yava" birthday cake)

And he says to me at least fifteen times a day: "Mom, can I talk to you for a second?" "Yes, Noah." "Mom, I yove you!!!" I will never forget his sweet little voice in that sweet little conversation!!

One more sweet story about Noah. He has been complaining about the scary shadows in his room at night. The nightlight doesn't help, in fact, I think it just makes the shadows worse. So some nights we have been using the dimmer switch to turn on the ceiling light, and that seems to help a little. And then there's Noah's night prayers, we have been petitioning for some divine help to conquer his bedtime fears. On Monday morning, Noah emerged from his bedroom and exclaimed triumphantly: "I'm not afraid of the shadows anymore!!" I said: "Wow, that's great! I'm so happy for you! How did that happen?" He replied: "Because Jesus helped me not be scared anymore!"

Noah is a sweet kid. We love him. And I've loved these 3 years.

Our Missionaries

It was a busy October, since we said goodbye to two missionaries! My brother Kenton and Kyle's brother Kurt went into the MTC just 2 weeks apart. Kenton is going to Paris, France. Kurt is going to Puerto Rico. We were sad to say goodbye, but a mission is a good reason to go.

I'm thankful that these guys are good examples for my boys. I am thrilled that Noah and Jake will be getting such a good sermon on missionary work for the next two years!

Kurt, reading his mission call: "Peru!!!....oh wait, I messed that up. Puerto Rico!"

Almost-Missionary Kurt at the St. George Temple:

Our goodbyes to Kurt, the morning he drove up to Provo:

We missed out on the MTC send-off experience (which is apparently not much more than a parking lot drop-off), but were able to have a special Campbell family MTC experience planned by Shanna. The whole family was there for the occasion. Hopefully I'll get a picture of the family that night (Ryan and Kari, if you are reading this...hook us up). We love Kurt and we miss him so much. Grammy's house is great, but it definitely seems a lot quieter these days!

And as for Elder Pieper, we were able to spend time with him the last weekend before his mission. We stayed up in Rigby, Idaho with Granny Pie and had some good Pieper fun. Which means we ate a lot of food and played a little Sisco, walked to Ben Franklin, watched some football, and had a little juggling and tightrope-walking show courtesy of Uncle John!

Everybody, including sweet Granny Pie

Noah and Jake with Uncle Elder Pieper
And the five rowdy Pieper children while Christian hits his head on the tree branch

football, part 2

Yesterday we went to watch another of Kyle's games. There he is, in the middle, white shirt and hat, saying nice coach-y things to one of the players. Our boys had a great time. They sat and watched for almost half a quarter.

We had to bring a football from home, of course. Then we headed down where there is plenty of room to run. The boys found some big boys and they all played football together. See if you can spot Noah in this picture:

And Jake just looks on, with a bit of concern. Actually Jake got into the game too.

Even though the big boys were twice their size, Noah and Jake loved every minute.

And there's that stance again. Funny little boys.

our life during football season

Football is alive and well in the Campbell house.

The word heard most frequently from Jake's mouth: "football". He uses it at least 50 times a day. Usage of this word is not limited to the daytime. A few nights ago, he woke up all fussy at 2:30. He kept repeating "football! football! football!" I didn't know what else to do, so I took him into the living room and turned on a little ESPN, which calmed him down immediately. After a few minutes, I passed out on the couch. When I woke up again at 6:30 in the morning, football was still on, and Jake was stretched out on the floor with his blankie fast asleep.

Noah went to toddler time at a friend's house and the theme was "feelings". The art project was to complete a face by adding facial features and labeling the feeling. Noah made an excited face, but then went on to add a body below the face. The body was holding a football, which apparently in Noah's mind, is associated with excitement.

Speaking of excitement, watching games with the boys is hilarious. Noah's football vocabulary is growing, so his sideline commentary is pretty amusing. He likes to say: "Stop him!! Stop him!" and "Oh what a tackle!!" and "Sack him!!" and "Cover one three down!" (whatever that means.)

As for Jake, well, I don't know if a more enthusiastic 17-month-old football fan exists. While frowning and clenching his fists, he screams at the top of his little lungs: "GOOOOOOO! GOOOOOOO! GOOOOOOOO!" but his G is more like a D, which makes it even funnier. And occasionally he throws in a "'Mon!!!" (="come on").

And then there's Kyle. This time of the year, he eats sleeps and drinks football. When not working, he's coaching football, and when not coaching, he's watching football, and when he has some freetime, he is teaching his sons the football stance. It's funny. What wasn't funny was BYU's loss to Utah State last night. That left a little black cloud over our house for the night. But things were looking up today, what with General Conference and all. Kyle came home from priesthood session and the first thing he said was: "Now I can't hate Utah." (referencing Pres. Uchtdorf's talk that addressed sports rivalries and pride.)

What about me, you might be wondering. Some might say I'm a football widow, but I prefer to look at it like football is our third child. :) A foster child that is only around for half the year and takes a lot of time, energy, and emotion. I am not as close to this child as Kyle is, but there are a lot of things that I appreciate about the season. The list:

• Going to the Snow Canyon games and seeing Kyle coaching from the sidelines
• Watching Jake and Noah play football together in the living room
• Cheering for BYU (although the Cougars aren't lately making this any easier!)
• Scoring foot massages from Kyle during long games or series of games and an occasional surrender of the remote for foodnetwork or chick flicks (and he even watches with me!)
• Hosting or attending game day parties with other football fanatics and their normal wives
• Understanding how happy it makes these boys of mine!

All in all I'd say I can live with it for another season. Go Cougars, Warriors, NFL teams who happen to have an LDS player, and all other teams who include Kyle's fantasy football players on any given Sunday!

mud bath

In case you are wondering, this is what happens when you have a patch of dirt, accessible running water, and three toddlers.

the new floor

We've been working on the house this summer thanks to that sweet little first-time home buyer check. The first thing to go? The carpet in the dining area. Who in the world things carpeting dining rooms is a good idea???? They don't have kids, that's for sure. Here are pictures of the process.

Goodbye horrible crusty carpet. You will not be missed.

and now for the hard part...tearing up the tile.Kurt helping outand the new planks being laidRyan and Kari came down all the way from Eagle Mountain to help a brotha out. Kyle loved having a helper, and got in a lot of male bonding during all their hard work and Home Depot runs. As for the women? We kept the babies from using tile shards as weapons. And I seem to remember some HGTV on the side. Thanks Ryan and Kari for the good times! And the finished product.

It's awesome having a handyman hunk of a husband. I'm lucky. And in this case, my non-crusty feet are especially thankful!