Happy 1st Birthday Colby!

I can't believe Colby is already a year old. The year has flown. What a great baby boy he is! He has brought our family so much joy this past year. He is ALWAYS happy, even while enduring the last 4 months with double ear infections. We had a great time throwing him a little party here at home for his 1 year. (Grandma Hillam, Jana and Davy were able to come too--thanks guys!) I think Colby's favorite part was the cake--what do you think? Todd did another great job with decorating. Balloons were much easier than McQueen! Alli even helped by adding the cute heart. The Hoyals gave him the big, yellow ball. What more could a 1 -yr old want? Well, maybe a truck with blocks. Oh wait, we covered that one too. I love the last picture here of big brother showing a lotta love.

Poop Head

Here is the picture I mentioned at the end of my Easter egg rolling post (see below). Poor Colby didn't know what hit him! Gross!!!! Luckily Grandma had a wipe. The offending seagull apparently had consumed one too many eggs.

Go Cougs!

Many may not know that Todd is a BYU alumni football player. He gets invited every year to an alumni BBQ and this year he decided to go! I was home with a sick Kendra so he took Andrew and Alli last night to a scrimmage that the players were having and then stayed for the BBQ. Not too many showed up for the practice, but there was an estimated 900 for the BBQ. Here are some shots that were taken of their fun time together. Andrew was afraid of the cougar so he stayed a safe stick's distance away.

My Little Superhero

Andrew had such a great birthday. Grandma Hillam took him to Build-A-Bear and he knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted a monkey! And as soon as he saw the Spiderman costume it was as if nothing else existed in the store--he had to have it! He even named him Spider Monkey.

Note to reader: Andrew literally thinks he is a superhero. You name it, he is either Superman, Spiderman, Buzz or Dash on any given day. A few weeks ago he even panicked all of us by running into the street and holding out his hand and stopping oncoming traffic because, as he put it, "I'm Superman! I not get hurt! I fly!" I tried to explain to him that he really can get hurt and that he cannot fly, run or climb to save himself from a speeding car. He retorted with "Watch Mom!" and ran, fists outstretched, as fast as he could to attempt takeoff. It was so sad to see reality sink in to his litle 2-year old brain. Who am I do dash his dreams? Little buddy, you're still my Superman -- for now till forever!