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How much is too much TV? How much is too much sugar? How much is too little or not enough social interaction? How much is too many germs? How much is to much negativity? How much is too much "giving in"? How old is too old for the paci or sleep problems or potty training? The list goes on folks. And we're just trying to survive the moments of boredom, tantrums & exhaustion. And even though you have an opinion, you don't have the answer. Because there are children and God didn't create the play by play. At least not for these little ruggrats. They are just pure, innocent young-ins right? WRONG. jk. They are. Even when she is a complete bum, I still think she is adorable.


Here is said bum, watching a little too much Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. 
She also requests "bus" which mostly sounds like "us" aka Wheels on the Bus which is a series of cheesy British lullabies on youtube, thanks Grandpa
She likes to call out Elmo when she sees him, but the only other shows we ever watch are
Daniel Tiger, Curious George & Baby Einstein puppet shows.



Between Peeka & Minnie (Mickey & Minnie)
her second love is "outside" especially when they involve long "walks" and "swings" or "ssving ssving" She likes the slides and following the other children around as well. She also picks up mulch chips, lays them on the concrete and then sits on them. That's my girl. HOWEVER, she has picked up the word "yucky" so I think we're headed in the right direction.


Here we are taking a long walk visiting the place where I lived my junior year at BYU. I try to only remember the good memories. It's still crazy I'm back and with a child no less.


I struggled taking this photo, but I met up with my last roommate at BYU at the Provo library and we had to take a "5 years later" photo in front of our old apartment building. Ah, the memories. 


The only reason we have gotten out so much this last week is because it feels like Spring. It's still February so I'm sure it'll catch back up to us at some point. That's actually not a cliff in the picture, but lets pretend it is. There is a pretty nice hiking trail behind the Smith's home, but as we get up there I'm told never to go alone with Lexi because mountain lions have been spotted. Sooo not my favorite hiking place ever BUT her "cheese" face is simply adorable here (please note I never taught her to say cheese, it is usually the worst face ever for kids - obviously not for her). She could only handle the pack for so long. Then all she wanted to do was collect rocks.



And just so you know, this has been date night every Saturday at 9PM after Lexi sleeps.
I watch my husband pretend he is young again. #1 cheerleader


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