Sam's Blessing Day

Sunday, August 10th, we finally blessed little Samster. It was our last Sunday at our ward so we figured we better get it done. We sold our home and are in the middle of a huge mess with packing so we weren't able to have people over for lunch afterwards but it was still a great day. Sam had most of his uncles in the circle (we missed you Chris, Greg, Mike, Mike and PJ), Grandpa D and Great Grandpa Beech. We were so worried that he would scream but we gave him his favorite toy to hold (his Lance Armstrong bracelet) and he just looked around and smiled at everyone the whole time. One of the bishopric members came up to us after and said that was probably the biggest baby he's ever seen blessed.

Here is a picture of all 4 kids. It's very hard to get them all to look at the camara at the same time--much less look cute. It's the best I could do.

Jeff must really, really like his new Mini Cooper because I have never, ever seen him hand wash the cars before (13 years of marriage folks!). The kids had a great time helping. Lucy stuck it out to the end even after the boys had fizzled out. We had a garage sale last Saturday and I spent 7 hours making 6 batches of 2 different kinds of cookies for the kids to sell. The boys only lasted about 2 hours but Lucy stayed for 4 hours and seriously worked the crowd. She sold more cookies than anyone. So cute! I wish I had a picture.

Jeff took the 3 older kids to a Stinger's game for the 24th of July. I wish I could've gone but Sam is still limiting the activities we can do together. They had a great time with the Holland Family and watching the fireworks.

Here is my huge, fat boy! At 4 months he weighed 18 1/2 pounds. He's even got Jack beat! That's all me, everyone, not one drop of formula. I'm sort of proud. I know, stupid, and too much information.

More blessing pictures. Check out the tie! I ran into the store to get his blessing outfit and Sam was crying so I didn't have time to try it on. I grabbed the 12 month size and hurried home. Later on I tried it on and it looked ridiculous. First of all, I never dreamed that 12 months would be too small. Second, the pleats ballooned out and he looked just like an Oompa Loompa. Josh walked in and said "he looks like a pioneer clown". All Christening clothes sales are final or I would've taken it back. I was having a terrible day already and this was the final straw. I called Jeff and fell apart crying. My poor fat boy looks like an Oompa Loopa girl pioneer clown on his blessing day. Oh well...