We love our cousins!

We had so much fun playing with Truman and Kate while Joe breezed over 60 miles of northern Utah terrane. Truman was always watching out for the "little girls" and Lucy and Kate had the best time passing stuffed animals back and forth between their pack'n'plays before their 'slumber party' featured any slumbering.

Bless the cafeteria for cereal and ice cream and space to run around!
We had a great time! (Suzy - we have a gazillion more pictures...I'll e-mail them, or I'll do another post later.)

Proceed With Caution...

Along with what seems like the rest of humanity, the Wes Trumans are all recovering from bouts of illness. Being on the tail end of her unidentified virus, Lucy woke up this morning with the usual crust of “boogs” (as she calls them) in and around her delicate little nose (this is graphic, I tried to warn you!) So I retrieved a Kleenex, and as we sat together on the couch with the reverent strains of “Clifford the Big Red Dog” floating in the morning air, we performed the “nose picking” ritual (I try subtly to inch my finger close to her nose, she inevitably senses the intrusion and pushes my hand away saying “No!”)
Well, the situation this morning was pretty dire. I finally gave up on subtlety and tried to reason with her (always very effective with near-two-year-olds, I know, I know!). I turned her to face me on my lap, “Honey, we’ve got to get your nose cleaned. It’s part of getting ready for the day.” A few more failed attempts. “Lucy, please let mommy get your boogs!” My “reasoning” verged on pleading. Instead of the flailing “Nooo!” that I was anticipating, Lucy looked at me solemnly, held one chubby little pointer finger in front of my eyes and said “One time!” Shocked and delighted, I quickly cleaned her nose. (That one swipe was insufficient, but I wasn’t about to press my luck.)
So who calls the shots around our house? I have no further comment.