The Bred Bunch!: St. Louis!

Monday, May 12, 2008

St. Louis!

We made a very fast temple trip to St. Louis this past weekend with some friends from the ward. We took the 4 1/2 hour trip on Friday and got there Friday night. Ty went swimming that night(Britain was scared of the water) and then we went through a temple session the next morning. Thanks to Amanda and Maria for watching Britain so Ty and I could go through together. It was a beautiful temple! It's so rejuvenating to go through. We went back a took a few pics and then came home. We hope to be able to see a bit more of St. Louis next time, like the Arch!

2 comments:

Becky said...: Oi! Did you cut your hair? It looks great! I'm thinking about cutting mine.....; May 12, 2008 at 7:27 PM
ScottBoomer said...: The Arch? Wouldn't you rather go see the Cardinals play at Busch Stadium? Thats what I would do.; May 16, 2008 at 9:22 AM

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My favorite Britain"isms"!

3/21/11:Love my boy...yesterday at dinner Britain came up with this: "Hey Mom, Heavenly Father knows everything, like how to fly a kite, how to break a pinata, how to take down people when they're naughty, he can just do everything!" Ha, what a boy!
9/28/10: We've been working on rhyming with Brit and he's been doing really good, but he'll always throw something out like, "Hey Mom, what rhymes with baseball bat? How 'bout craseball bat or gaseball bat?" Or other words like, "what rhymes with syrup? Lurrup? Furrup?" I guess they do rhyme they just aren't words. It's pretty cute!
9/10/10: Mom do you like bugs that suck your blood or bugs that put "toys in" you?" He's been looking at bug cards and we've talked about dangerous bugs that put "poison" in you:)
9/8/10: Mommy said, "Brit, why are you in bed with us? You need to sleep in your own bed or HE"LL be sad!" Brit: " HE doesn't even have a face! He can't be sad...sheesh Mom!"
4/16/10: Britain was looking at a picture of him and Braden and said, "Mommy, look at Braden...he's so cute!" I said, "Yes he is and so are you!" "Mom! I'm not cute, I'm a big boy! And I'm....cool! Yes I'm cool!"
4/10: I was changing Brit's diaper in a public bathroom and he starts saying, very loudly, "Mommy, please don't throw me up on the ceiling again, I don't like it when you throw me up there pecause(because) there are rabbits up there and they don't like when I go up there in their house. I hope you don't throw me up there again...etc" He's such a talker and has an imagination, but I'm sure there were some women wondering why I always throw my child!
3/26/10: Brit and I were watching a coyote in the backyard and he said, "Look mom...it's a doggy!" I corrected him by saying, "Nope, it's a coyote!" Brit: "Oh!" 2 hours later..."Mommy, remember when we saw that doggy named Keylote(Key-low-tee)?"
3/10: Mom says, "Aww Britain, Braden sure loves you!" Britain's reply, "Yes he does and I love....FROGS!" I'm sure he loves Braden too:)
1/14/2010: Britain LOVES other kids even if we don't know them. In the doctors waiting room there were several kids playing with the toys and Britain was with them. He yelled over at me from across the room, "Mom look! I have so many friends!" There were several chuckles from throughout the room. He does have a lot of friends!
1/2010: Everytime I tell Britain what we are going to do that day he replies, "Wow, dat will be fun!"
1/14/2010: Britain has started saying the word "sure" a lot and I just noticed today that he really never says yes, it's always said excitedly, "Shhh-ore!"
1/12/2010: The other day I came downstairs to see that Britain had brought his milk down and spilled some. I started to clean it up and told him that he shouldn't do that again. He said, "Dat was an akizent(accident) and I won't do it again Mommy," and started walking upstairs then said under his breath, "at yeast(least) I hope not!"
1/2010: Brit loves graham crackers...one day he demanded one and I told him that he needs to say it nicer like, "May I have one please Mother?" So he repeated me. Well now he always says "May I have a graham cracker peas Mudder?" everytime he wants one. He never ever calls me "Mudder" except for when he wants a graham cracker...the rest of the time it's "Mama"