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April Showers Bring...

We have had so much fun lately! The last week of March, Hinckley and I (Kassie) went to Branson, MO, with the Burnsides. We stayed in a really cute little bungalow. Hinckley enjoyed all of the attention from his grandparents and aunts. We went to the Butterfly Pavilion, the Titanic Museum, the wax museum, College of the Ozarks, a fish hatchery, and the Acrobats of China show. We stayed pretty busy--we didn't even have time to go swimming! It was hard to strike a balance between nap-time and play-time, so there were moments of much crying and screaming. It was so fun, but it was nice to get home and get back to a routine when the time came. Traveling with a baby is hard work!

Butterflies can calm a baby like nothing else

This week has really seemed like the beginning of Spring here in Tulsa. I think our days of below-freezing temps are over (of course, it is Oklahoma, so you never know). We have been able to take walks on most days. Hinckley loves being outside--as do his parents. However, we are slightly limited by two problems: bugs and allergies.


Hinckley continues to stretch himself. He is so close to crawling and he can pretty much get anywhere now--as long as he can scoot backwards to get there. Cords, computers, books, and anything we don't want him to play with are no longer safe from his hands or mouth if they are not on a high enough surface. H also used his first baby sign this week! We have been lazily using signs for the past few months, but it seems like the only time we remember to use them are when we are feeding him. Well, Hinckley has picked up on one of them: "more." He opens and closes his fist to tell us when he wants something. He uses it when he wants food, when he wants our computer, when he wants something in the store...I think he doesn't understand the difference between "want" and "more." However, it is really helpful when we are feeding him because he stops using the sign when he is done eating. It is so cool to see! I feel like we just made a breakthrough in communicating with an extraterrestrial life-form.

Seeing the world through blue-colored goggles.
Hinckley seems to occupy most of our time. In my free time, I made a crib skirt and a crib guard rail. I also read the book Whole and started reading The Alchemist. Greg continues to read as many books as he possibly can; he just finished a biography about George Washington. He is also reading Nurture Shock, Rough Stone Rolling, Decisive, Power Questions...and I lose track of the rest. He continues to pursue ideas for documentaries and business enterprises. He is happy with his health right now...not that it was ever bad. He is close to his lifelong dream of having a six-pack.

We spend the last few date nights completing this 500 piece puzzle. Fun times!
We are enjoying General Conference! Nothing puts things into better perspective than the spirit. It has been great to listen to the prophets and apostles. Entertaining a baby while listening casts a new light on the sessions. Now I understand why we only attended one session growing up (before we could get it in our home over the TV or internet). Even so, we have enjoyed many laughs; Hinckley thinks it is very funny when we put our finger to our lips and go "Shhh." It is hard not to laugh when he laughs!




Conference Time
We found a great alternative to cinnamon rolls for our priesthood session review: Cinnamon Apple Oatmeal Bread. 

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