I have been looking and looking for all those amazing snow pictures from the newspapers or news broadcasts, but I've come up with nothing and it's starting to take the wind out of my sails. So it will have to be sufficent to say that Wednesday night we had a crazy snow storm. In fact an eight months pregnant woman was driving home from working at a school and got trapped in the storm. When she was rescued her temp. was 90 degrees and falling. There were children in Northern Utah County who had to spend the night at the school because the buses could not get them home and had to turn around and take them back to the school. My brother flew home from the state of Washington and spent three hours driving home when it usually takes 30 to 40 minutes. The craziest part is that the snow wasn't the biggest problem. It was the hurricane force winds blowing the snow drifts that caused the problem. Anyway it was crazy. For those of you not "enjoying" the snow you may be grateful. I love the snow, but I am getting very ready for a sunny spring!

I know that you all have been dying to hear how my Valentine's Day went. Well too bad you will have to wait...

Ok I'll tell you. So Wednesday night was a long one. Around 10:45 pm while laying in bed I was thinking about what I might do to surprise Kent V-day morning. I came up with 50 reasons he is loved. Twenty were reasons the Lord loves Kent. Twenty reasons were why I love Kent, and ten were reasons Braxton loves him. It took a lot longer to come up with that many thoughtful reasons. The twenty reasons the Lord loves Kent came out of his patriarchal blessing. I left the lists in an envelope on his steering wheel. Thursday morning I woke up at 8:00 am to the telephone. It was Kent calling to thank me for the gift. He said his favorite part was that it was a surprise. The rest of the day was spent with me being tired and hoping for a nap. Braxton was neglected and a little grouchy himself. After his nap he woke up even more grouchy. I spent an hour with him trying to get out of the house. We'd get shoes and coats on and I'd do something the would make him mad and then I'd spend a few minutes trying to calm him down. Finally I decided his nap wasn't love enough and I put him back in bed for about a half an hour. He didn't go to sleep, but at least he settled down.

We finally made it to the store to buy strawberries, wax paper, and whipping cream for a stuffed chocolate covered strawberry recipe. I would offer you the recipe, but it was a total bust. The funniest part was when Kent got home and walked in with roses and a package of strawberries for chocolate covering. Great minds think alike. Actually Kent did a great job this year. Instead of buying the typical flowers and chocolates he thought about what I would like. He said he realized that we had enough sweets in the house so he got healthy strawberries to dip in chocolate and have a little bit healthier sweet. Then instead of cut roses he bought me a mini rose plant so I can pot it this spring. The smartest part is that will save him come May when I want to buy flowers to put in the pots on my porch. He's already started one pot come spring. I thought it was great.

They may look ok, but the chocolate really didn't set up. Not even in the fridge overnight.

I'd like to add that I won best deal award. My strawberries were only $3.99 a package and Kent's were $4.89!

Aren't these adorable!

The rest of the night is secret... We secretly watched Smallville. We secretly watched CSI:Vegas and saw that it was a rerun. Yup good night. No really it was! Braxton didn't wake up as he has every night since he got a cold (a week ago) and that made the evening bliss. Of course we ended the night well and got a good nights sleep. That is the best Valentine's Day any parents could ever ask for.

I thought I might add that Braxton is starting to look into a career in music. He looks like a rocker don't you think?

Braxton: Here is an update on the boy wonder~

Today he said Kitty, and Jessica rather clear. He also says Dad, Mom, no, nana (for banana), Stacey (the neighbor downstairs) when I say who is that I hear a reply of: is dat. I'm starting to believe that he has other words that I just haven't identified yet. He pulls us to the things that he wants. He seems to pick up on all kinds of things that we do. He gets out a pillow and blanket from behind the chair to watch tv like his daddy does. He can't have just the blanket. Even if he doesn't lay on the pillow he has to have it. He loves to play with the pots and pans and "make dinner" with his dump truck fake rocks and his magnetic alphabet letters. He gets wooden spoons, spatulas, whisks, or whatever he can find in the drawer and stirs with them. After only about a month and a half in nursery he does the hand actions when I sing and play the songs on the piano. He even does the right actions for the song. The wise man and the foolish man he brings down the rain and raises the floods the whole song. I wiggle my fingers song he wiggles his fingers until the end when he folds his arms appropriately. For the song roll your hands he actually is trying to roll his hands. I never prompted him he remembered on his own from nursery. He shows preferences. He gets mad when you poor milk in his cereal. He likes it better dry. When he walks you to the fridge he often will pull out yogurt, cottage cheese, or applesauce and sometimes all three. I know he isn't a genius or anything, but when he's not Oscar the Crouch he's so dang cute, and he's learning so much so fact.