"The Pottery Barn Life"

I've always told Mike that someday I will live a "Pottery Barn Life." What do I mean by that? Well, basically, I want to live in the Pottery Barn catalog. Not necessarily because of the furniture and decor (although, who am I kidding, that would be awesome), but because life in the Pottery Barn catalog is perfect. The table is always set, the dishes are never dirty, the toys are always picked up, and the children actually BEHAVE. I don't think I've ever seen a scene like this in my house...


Is it possible for a child's room to ever be this neat & organized? And for him to be quietly reading a book?


And, look at the child above. He's playing pirates. But, does he have to destroy his room in order to find the treasure? Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

And, these kids...are they fighting? I think not!

Look at these two, one is quietly looking through a book while his brother holds a ball and SOMEHOW manages to NOT throw it at his brother's head. Amazing!!!

And don't even get me started on arts and crafts! Apparently, in "Pottery Barn World" your children can paint on a white table that is on top of a rug without fear of your children dripping a single drop! Incredible!

And, evidently, homework time is a happy time in this alternate universe! Maybe if I buy my kids the "Madison desk with matching roller chair" I won't have to fight them anymore to study their spelling words!

And, miraculously, in Pottery Barn Land two children can share a book and small chair without someone saying, "He's touching me! Make him stop Mom!"

So, yes, this is why I want to live in the Pottery Barn catalog.

Well, the other night, I got a small glimpse at what life in the Pottery Barn catalog is like. Look at this...

Hallelujah! Can you hear the choirs of angels singing? Or, can you at least hear the soft jazz tunes that are always playing in every Pottery Barn store? It was a miracle! I was just about to pat myself on the pack for achieving my goal of having a "Pottery Barn life"...and then, this happened...

I knew it was too good to last! Good bye sweet "Pottery Barn life!" It was so amazing to get to experience what you are really like...if even just for a brief moment! --Lindsay

How Life Has Changed Over the Past 30 Years

This is an email that was forwarded to me. If you are 30 or older, you might think this is hilarious! I posted it on Facebook a few weeks back, but I thought I should post it here too because it's so funny.

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were when they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning... Uphill... Barefoot... BOTH ways… yadda, yadda, yadda.

And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on my kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it! But now that I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in Utopia! And I hate to say it, but you kids today, you don't know how good you've got it!

I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have the Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalog!!

There was no email!! We had to actually write somebody a letter - with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox, and it would take like a week to get there! Stamps were 10 cents!

Child Protective Services didn't care if our parents beat us. As a matter of fact, the parents of all my friends also had permission to kick our butt! Nowhere was safe!

There were no MP3's or Napsters or iTunes! If you wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it yourself!

Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio, and the DJ would usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up!

There were no CD players! We had tape decks in our car. We'd play our favorite tape and "eject" it when finished, and then the tape would come undone rendering it useless. Cause, hey, that's how we rolled, Baby! Dig?

We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called, they got a busy signal, that's it!

There weren't any freakin' cell phones either. If you left the house, you just didn't make a call or receive one. You actually had to be out of touch with your "friends". OH MY GOODNESS !!! Think of the horror... not being in touch with someone 24/7!!!

And then there's TEXTING. Yeah, right. Please! You kids have no idea how annoying you are.

And we didn't have fancy Caller ID either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your parents, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer, the collection agent... you just didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister!

We didn't have any fancy PlayStation or Xbox video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'Asteroids'. Your screen guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination!!! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen... Forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died! Just like LIFE!

You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your butt and walk over to the TV to change the channel!!! NO REMOTES!!! Oh, no, what's the world coming to?!?!

There was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying? We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little rat-finks!

And we didn't have microwaves. If we wanted to heat something up, we had to use the stove! Imagine that!

And our parents told us to stay outside and play... all day long. Oh, no, no electronics to soothe and comfort. And if you came back inside... you were doing chores!

And car seats - oh, please! Mom threw you in the back seat and you hung on. If you were luckily, you got the "safety arm" across the chest at the last moment if she had to stop suddenly, and if your head hit the dashboard, well that was your fault for calling "shot gun" in the first place!

See! That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You're spoiled rotten! You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980 or any time before!

True dat! --Lindsay

My Sleepy Boy

What is it about a baby falling asleep in a high chair that is so stinkin' cute? --Lindsay

Say Cheese!

My sister, Kristin (or Tata, as my boys call her), just got a new camera a few weeks ago. She's been using the boys as models every time they go over to my parents' house, so she can play with her new toy. Last night, she sent me these pictures & I thought they were soooooooooooooooo cute, so I decided to throw them on here...

Cute Coconut "playing football." Do you see those eyes? Holy cow...he's going to break some serious hearts someday...

Cohen showing off his mad gardening skills...

When I first saw this picture, I thought Cohen's hair had some serious static going on. Then I realized it was the tree in the background. Haha...

Cohen & Aiden in the bike carrier on their way over to the park...


Mike, Dan & Connor playing football...or maybe keep away. I'm not really sure...

I think Connor just got tackled...

And here's some cute pics that Kristin took a few weeks ago of Connor. What a stud!

That last one makes me laugh. I should get him into modeling. He already has all the poses down! Haha! Thanks for taking these cute pics Tata! You'll be a rich photographer before you know it. And when you do become a rich photographer, just remember that you started by taking pictures of my kids and therefore, I deserve a little present of gratitude. Just something small...like a diamond necklace or a Mercedes or something. --Lindsay

Green Eggs And Ham

Do you like green eggs & ham?


You do not like them. So you say. Try them! Try them! And you may. Try them and you may, I say...

Sam! If you will let me be, I will try them. You will see...

Say! I do like green eggs and ham! Thank you! Thank you, Sam-I-am...

In honor of St. Patrick's Day, I made green eggs & ham yesterday morning for breakfast. Well, okay, so the ham wasn't green...but the eggs were. I couldn't figure out how to make the ham green. But later in the day a friend suggested to me that I should try basting green food coloring on the ham when it's done. Why didn't I think of that? I guess at 6:30 in the morning when I was getting it all ready, my brain wasn't working at 100% capacity. Oh well...next year.

To make the green eggs, I just made deviled eggs & then colored the egg mixture green before piping it back into the egg whites. And, yes, I realize my piping isn't pretty...again with the 6:30 am excuse.

The monster men LOVED it! It's the first morning in...well, forever...that I haven't had to fight them to eat their breakfast. I'm usually constantly saying, "Connor, hurry up. You haven't even eaten half your food and your ride is almost here," or "Aiden, you need to hurry. You haven't brushed you teeth yet & it's almost time to go." But, not yesterday. They gobbled up those green eggs and ham so fast!! I think it may become a new St. Patrick's Day tradition in our family. Aiden thinks it should be an EVERYDAY tradition. When he woke up this morning & I asked him what he wanted for breakfast, he emphatically replied, "GREEN EGGS AND HAM!" --Lindsay

The Sound of Silence

When you have three little boys, the sound of silence is never a good thing. When it's silent in my house, I know that someone is doing something they shouldn't be doing. Well, the other morning, it was silent in my house. I took a quick mental inventory of where each of my boys were...Connor was a school, Cohen was taking a nap & Aiden was playing with his friend Hunter up in his bedroom. Alarm bells went off in my head with that last thought. "There is no way two four-year-old boys could be that quiet," I thought. "They must be getting into something they shouldn't." I ran up the stairs to find this...


To my surprise, they were in Aiden's bed, with the covers pulled up over them, "reading" books!


Cute kiddos! They stayed up there for about 30 minutes just looking through books! WOW! Maybe the sound of silence isn't always a bad thing after all! --Lindsay

A Fun Night with the Family

For a long time, we've been trying to get my whole family together to go to the temple. The last time we all went together was when Kristin took out her endowments almost two years ago. Well, we finally all got together to go again...well, almost. Ashlee & Greg couldn't come in the end. They've had a crazy week...Greg's mom passed away a little over a week ago, so this week has been a little chaotic with all the funeral stuff. The rest of us, though, met at the Mt. Timpanogos temple on Friday night to attend a session together. I love this temple! This is the temple that Mike & I got married in, and I think it's one of the prettiest ones out there...


It was a lot of fun to go with the whole family. It was really nice to have everyone in the Celestial room together. It made me realize that I need to step up & try harder in life so that I can be with all of them forever. That would seriously stink if they were all hanging out in the Celestial Kingdom together & I couldn't be there. So, here's to trying to be better!

After dinner, we all got a quick bite to eat at Wingers...


And then it was home to the little monster men! A big thanks to our friends, the Skinners, for watching our boys for us while we went. We are each going trade babysitting once a month (while we still live out here) so that both couples can get to the temple at least once a month. Why didn't we start this earlier? It makes it so much easier to get to the temple!

Anyway, it was a great time &, hopefully, we'll be able to make it happen again sometime so that Ashlee & Greg can come with us. --Lindsay

Watch Our House Grow

Well, our new house is now framed!!! It has been so fun to watch it go up! We've been over there almost everyday just to see the progress. Here's some pictures that we've taken over the past few weeks...

About Two Weeks Ago...

About a week and a half ago...

About a week ago...

Yesterday...

As you can see, most the windows are in now...plus they've done all the heating & air conditioning, electrical, gas lines, and all of Mike's automation wiring. It is cruising right along! The kids love going to the house now. They've picked out their rooms & I think they are really starting to understand that this is the place where they are going to live soon.

When we met with the superintendent this week, he told us that they will insulate & sheetrock next week...then we get to the all the fun stuff! Yay! They are still giving us a tentative move-in date of late April to the middle of May. And, did I tell you that we found out that as long as we close on or before June 30, 2010 that we will get the move-up tax credit? You just have to be under contract by April 30, 2010 (which we already are)...that's why there was some prior confusion. That news made me a happy camper!

I'm so happy that the timeline has worked out this way! We will just drive the kids back to their old schools for the last few weeks of school. Then, they'll have all summer to make friends in the new neighborhood, and start school up there in August.

Anyway, so that's where we are on the house! It's fun to see it actually looking like a house now...instead of just a hole in the ground! --Lindsay

The Most Expensive 30 Minutes of Sleep EVER

After lunch on Saturday, I filled my sink with soapy water to wipe down the table & countertops like I always do. When I was almost done cleaning up the mess, I realized that I was running a few minutes late & needed to leave right away in order to get to work on time. In my hurry to leave, I left the soapy water in the sink...thinking that Mike would empty it for me at some point during the day.

Shortly after I left, Mike & the boys went over to a friends' house so that Mike could help them install their new hardwood floors. Our friends ended up feeding them pizza for dinner over at their house. They got home later that night & went to bed...not even seeing the sink full of soapy water.

I got home at about 11:30 that night. I was tired and basically dropped all my stuff that I was carrying (bag, wallet, car keys, cell phone, a sack that had a couple new pairs of jeans for Connor, etc.) on the island & headed to bed too...again, leaving the sink full of water.

So, what does this all have to do with "the most expensive 30 minutes of sleep ever?" Well, the next morning, all three of the boys woke up at about 7:30 in the morning. Mike & I, being lazy & not wanting to get out of bed quite yet, told the boys that they could go downstairs and hang out, as long as they watched their baby brother. They agreed and off they all went. Mike & I went back to sleep.

At about 8:00, the two of us finally crawled out of bed. Mike headed downstairs to check on the boys. As he walked into the kitchen, he noticed something unusual out of the corner of his eye. There was a Sears sack floating in a sink full of water. He reached into the sink & pulled the sack out. To his horror, underneath the sack, he saw a magazine floating in the water...with his laptop battery sitting on top of it. He pulled both of them out.

What in the world?!? Why was all this stuff in the sink? He questioned the boys & they told him that Cohen had gotten up on top of the island and was throwing stuff into the sink full of water.

Mike gave them a little talking to about how they were supposed to be watching their brother & that they shouldn't have let him get up on top of the countertop. He was feeling lucky because no real damage had been done. Luckily, Cohen hadn't fallen off of the countertop or something horrible. The laptop battery was floating on top of a magazine & really didn't appear to be all that wet. It didn't matter if the jeans got wet & who cares if a magazine was destroyed.

"It could have been a lot worse," Mike thought to himself. "I'm glad he didn't throw anything else in there...or did he?" Mike hadn't fished through the water yet. "What if some other things had sunk to the bottom of the sink?"

He shoved his hand into the cold water and felt something. He pulled it out...it was my wallet. My cute red wallet. It was...waterlogged...to say the least.

He stuck his hand in again and pulled out...my cell phone.

Next...his cell phone.

And, finally...my car keys and car remotes.

Everything was destroyed! He called upstairs and told me what had happened. I came downstairs & surveyed the damage and then did what any responsible adult would have done...I started SCREAMING at my children. Yes, I was screaming...like I haven't screamed in a long, long time. I'm pretty sure my neighbors on both sides of me heard my screams. The ones across the street probably heard too. But, I didn't care. I was MAD!!! I was so frustrated with Cohen. What possessed him to find ANYTHING electronic and throw it into the sink?!? And, I was even more frustrated with my older boys. I had specifically told them to watch Cohen...and they didn't. All three of them were crying by the time I was done.

I decided it was time to count to 10. No, this situation warranted a 100 count. By the time I got to about 78, I realized that part of the blame...okay MOST of the blame...belonged to me. I was the one that hadn't drained the water; I was the one that decided to continue sleeping that morning; & I was the one that had put a 7-year-old boy & a 4-year-old boy in charge of watching a very active 1-year-old boy. Yes, this was my fault. I apologized to the boys and then Mike & I started pulling everything apart to let it dry. And then, I took a picture for the blog (posterity DEFINITELY needed to be notified of this story...)

That's the contents of my wallet & the components of two cell phones strung across the countertop. We figured out that that thirty minutes of sleep ended up costing us about $500. Definitely the most expensive 30 minutes of sleep I've ever had. Sigh... Someday, I will tell this story at Cohen's wedding luncheon...right before I drop his cell phone in a glass of water. --Lindsay

Okay, I'll admit it...I'm One of Those Really Cheesy Proud Parents

Well, Basketball season officially ended last week. Connor has loved every second of it & is sad to see it go. As I mentioned at the beginning of the season, Connor wasn't blessed with many natural basketball abilities. (That may have something to do with the fact that his mother doesn't have an athletic bone in her entire body.) But, despite that, he loved the game and wanted to get better at it. He worked hard all season long to try to improve. I constantly found him dribbling a basketball around the island in our kitchen or shooting hoops down the street at our neighbor's house. And, guess what? It all finally paid off this past Wednesday. That's when Connor made his first basket of the season! He had wanted that illusive basket so badly all season long & he finally got it!!! Mike & I couldn't have been happier for him! We both found ourselves holding back tears when it happened! (Yes, I'm one of THOSE kind of parents...) Connor was beaming from ear to ear! In that same game, Connor also got a couple of steals & several rebounds. It was so much fun to see how happy it made him! I'm now a new fan of basketball...not because it's an awesome game (which it is...don't get me wrong), but because it taught my son that if you really want something & you're willing to work hard at it, you can accomplish ANYTHING. Hopefully, it's a lesson he takes with him throughout his life. --Lindsay

I Fought the Law and...I Won!!!

***BEWARE...very long rambling post about legal mumbo jumbo ahead. Proceed at your own risk!***

So, I've never had a speeding ticket in my entire life. That statement was true until the evening of Saturday, November 7, 2009. I was driving home from work that night. I followed the usual route that I always go...I headed west on 3rd South, then turned onto West Temple, and then turned again onto 5th south & started driving toward the freeway on-ramp. As I got on 5th South, I sped up to 40 mph like I always do...that WAS the speed limit after all...and merged over to the far left lane. Then, in my rear view mirror, I noticed flashing red & blue lights. "Hum," I thought. "Better pullover so this cop can get past me & get to wherever he needs to be going." But, to my surprise, the cop followed me as I pulled over.

"What in the world?" I thought. "He's pulling ME over?!? What did I do? I wasn't speeding...I didn't break any laws that I know of. This must be a mistake!"

The officer approached my car & I rolled down my window. "Hi officer," I said. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Well, you were going a little fast Ma'am," he replied.

"How fast was I going?" I asked in shock. I wasn't speeding & I knew it! I had driven that road probably thousands of times. I could drive it with my eyes closed. I knew everything about that road & I KNEW I wasn't speeding.

"You were going 40 mph," he said.

"Yes, I was going 40 mph," I admitted. "That's the speed limit!" I said as I pointed at a speed limit sign that was about 20 feet in front of where I was pulled over that stated a 40 mph speed limit.

"No, it's not 40 mph," he said. "It's 30 mph. It doesn't change to 40 mph until you hit that sign that is right in front of you, and I clocked you at 40 mph about half a block before that sign."

"What?!?" I exclaimed, "The speed limit on this road is NOT 30 mph! It's 40 mph." I went on to explain how often I drive that stretch of road & that I had NEVER seen a 30 mph sign. He went on to tell me that it was there & that I must not have seen it.

He then asked for my license & registration. He took it back to his patrol car & then came back a few minutes later with a ticket for me to sign. I was SHOCKED! This was a speeding ticket...with my name on it. He said he was "nice" to me & only wrote me up for 5 miles over the speed limit, which would make my fine less. My perfect record of 15+ years was gone because this cop said the speed limit was 30 mph, when I knew it was 40. I signed the ticket & drove off. I backtracked to see if there really was a 30 mph sign. I took my same route...NO SIGN. Just the 40 mph sign that I had been pulled over in front of. I backtracked even further a few blocks. There it was...a 30 mph sign. {{Sigh}}

I drove toward the freeway again. This wasn't fair I thought. I have NEVER driven on this road that far down so I've never seen that sign before! I turn down West Temple & there is no speed limit signs after West Temple, except for the 40 mph sign. I guess I had always assumed that the entire street was 40 mph, but why had I assumed that? Because 6th South, the next street over (where you exit the freeway) is 40 mph. It's a one way street going in the opposite direction of 5th South. It has the same number of lanes as 5th South. They are basically the exact same street, going in opposite directions. One lets you off the freeway, the other lets you on. Why was one 40 mph & the other was only 30? THIS WAS NOT FAIR! Thousands of people that work in downtown SLC take my exact same route everyday, and NONE of them know that the speed limit on 5th is only 30 mph because they never see a sign that says so. Any logical person would assume that it was 40 mph. I vowed then & there to fight this ticket to the death.

The next week, I appeared at the SLC courthouse. I met with a "referee." I plead my case with her & she basically just told me that I had no case & that I just needed to pay my fine. She said that if I didn't know the speed limit, I should have gone 25 mph until I reached the 40 mph sign. She told me I had the right to fight the ticket, but that if I did, the city would prosecute me for the full amount of the ticket...not just the 5 mph over that the officer had written me up for. The fine would be $115, instead of $90. 25 bucks? Sure, I'll gamble with $25 to possibly get my perfect record back.

In January, I had a "pre-trial conference" with the prosecutor. He gave me the option of a plea deal. He said, "You just pay the $90 & I'll make it a 'plea in abeyance' meaning it won't go on your record." I told him "No thanks" and went before a judge to plead "not guilty." A trial date was set for March 3rd at 2:00 pm. I was now an official "defendant." {{Sigh}} Never thought I'd see my name on that side of a court case.

Yesterday was that date. I went to court. I sat through other trials for hours upon hours. 3 1/2 hours to be exact. The trials went VERY slow...over an hour per case in many instances. This process was slowed down even more by the fact that some defendants needed translators. IT.WAS.UNBEARABLY.SLOW!!!! Some people were found "guilty", others "not guilty." It was about a 50/50 shot of getting off. I kept texting Mike and cursing him for having a last name at the end of the alphabet because it meant my case was one of the last to be tried. At 5:15 pm, I looked around. There were three of us left. I had resigned myself to the fact that I was going to be in that courtroom until at least 8:00 that night.

That's when one of the prosecutor's came over to me & asked me to step out of court & talk to him and my ticketing officer for a few minutes. We went out to the lobby & the prosecutor asked me what my reasoning was for fighting the ticket. I explained my reasoning. The ticketing officer even backed me up. He said that he had driven my route that night after giving me the ticket & that there really was no 30 mph sign for me to see anywhere. The prosecutor then said, "Okay, well officer, she has a good case & will most likely win in there. Would you be okay with me just dismissing this all together?" The officer agreed. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! I was so happy! I wanted to hug both of them...but I restrained. After all, up until 5 minutes earlier, they were both there to bring down me & my perfect driving record...they didn't deserve a hug. :)

We went back into court & waited for the case in front of mine to be resolved. Then, my case was called up. The prosecutor told the judge that he had decided to "dismiss the case without prejudice in the interest of justice." Basically, to translate for you (and mind you, this is a rough translation) "Judge...I'm tired & I just want to go home. I'm sure you do too. So, since the defendant would have most likely won anyway, I'm dropping the charges against her." The judge told me that my case was dismissed, asked me to grab some documents from her clerk, and I was free to leave. HALLELUJAH!!! After that, I called Mike & thanked him for having a last name that was at the end of the alphabet! What a blessing in disguise!!!

So, there you go! I fought the law and I won...well, technically, the law just gave up because it was dinnertime...but either way, I get to keep my perfect driving record! I figured out that between driving time & waiting in court for the THREE different times I had to appear, I spent about 10+ hours fighting this case...plus the $15 I had to pay in parking fees just to be there. But, it was all worth it to be able to still say that my driving record is spotless! YAY!!! The end. --Lindsay

All About Aiden

Aiden, as you all probably know, is the middle child of our family. My Dad, a.k.a. Poppy, is also a middle child (he's #6 of 11 children.) Poppy, feeling the need to look out for other middle children, told me the other day that he thinks Aiden has been blog-neglected lately & he requested a post all about Aiden. I don't know why I haven't done a post about Aiden lately. I guess he just hasn't given me any of his usual wild & crazy "blog-worthy" antics lately. But, to fulfil Poppy's request, and to prevent Aiden from developing "middle child syndrome", here's a questionnaire that Aiden helped me fill out that is all about him...

1. What is your whole name?Aiden Philip Storrs

2. What is your birth date? I don't know. I'm going to be 5 on my birthday!

3. Do you have pets? No (Hallelujah!!! I clean up enough poop with just 3 boys)

4. What was the last book your read? Go Dog Go

5. What is your favorite food(s)? Pizza and Mac N Cheese

6. Do you have any brothers or sisters? 2 Brothers

How old are they? 7 &1 (I can't believe he knew that)

7. How do you spend your free time? Playing Wii

8. What is something that you do well? Playing Wii (So true...he kicks all of our butts at Mario Kart)

9. Which sports do you like? Wii Sports (Maybe he's playing too much Wii? Haha!)

10. What do you want to be when you grow up? A doctor (he may want to rethink that if Obama gets his way with health care)

11. What is something that you are afraid of? Spiders (What?!? I thought that was a plus of having boys. They are supposed to kill all spiders for their moms, right?!?)

12. What is your favorite TV show? Ni Hao Kai-lan (You all know how much I love this show...)

13. What subjects do you like best? Alphabet

14. What famous person do you most want to be like? Lightning McQueen

15. If you had $1,000, what would you do with it? Save it (that's my boy!!!)

So, there you go. A post all about Aiden! Can I just tell you how much I love this kiddo?!? He is so awesome! Aiden seriously has a heart of gold! I have never known a kid who is more willing to love unconditionally, forgive instantly & get along with pretty much everyone. He is a very good friend & brother! He loves to have fun & is a little dare devil. I'm not saying he's perfect by any stretch of the imagination...he has a very hard time sitting still in church & in school, the kid has absolutely no volume control to his voice, and he got two timeouts at school the other day for not listening to his teacher...but I just think he is one of the greatest things to ever hit this planet! I love you Aiden! Thanks for being such a great "middle child!" You are the best! --Mom