
Elias is an angel. I mean, just look at his face. How could anyone not immediately fall in love with him? It's positively impossible! You just want to squish him or eat him. I can't decide which. All I know is that I can't get enough of him. He's definitely put a spell on me because I've been trying to talk Damien into letting me get pregnant ASAP. No woman in her right mind should ever want to experience getting fat voluntarily; even though she doesn't get to eat loads of delicious food, and spends her days vomiting and peeing her pants. That’s just an absurd desire.
This month we celebrate our 5 year wedding anniversary.

Damien’s family watched Elias for the weekend and we went up to Park City to get away from it all. We had a lot of fun just being alone and having to participate in the everyday hustle and bustle. But, Park City was a bit of a let down. I mean I’m sure it’s perfect for those who have a crap load of money and like to drink a lot of booze, but we don’t fall into either of those categories. For us, Park City equals Roquefort. And for those of you who don’t know what Roquefort is, it is a cheese; made from ewe milk; super expensive; tremendously disgusting. “Roquefort” is how we describe everything that is supposed to be remarkable, but in reality its not.
I also had my very first Mother’s Day. Si

nce we were in Park City on Mother’s Day, we celebrated the following week. My boys gave me a beautiful Golden Chain Tree for my gift. We’ve been working hard on putting all of our trees in our yard this year. It’s really coming along quite well. We only have 4 more to buy and plant! I’m thinking maybe Damien should get a tree for Father’s Day too. This way, we’ll always have something to remember our 1st Mother’s and Father’s Day with.
For Memorial Day Weekend, we went to California because Damien’s fathers’ mother is in very bad health.

She is in renal failure, refuses to eat, and recently was diagnosed with myeloma; cancer formed in the bone marrow. We had a wonderful weekend. We got to introduce Elias to her. He was a little scared at first, but by Sunday he was quite comfortable with her and they played together as he grabbed for her lei and she’d slowly move it across her chest to get him to come closer to her. And since he is so determined to get his little fingers on everything, he played along beautifully.
Lucky for me, Damien’s family doesn’t live too far away from mine. We worked in a visit on Friday night. Heather had her last High School Show Choir Concert. I’m so glad I was able to. That was only the 2nd time I’ve


ever seen Heather perform, and the 1st time with some solos! Needless to say she was incredible. Heather’s bestfriend, Grace, sat next to me for the 1st half of the show. After Heather was done with her 1st solo, Grace leaned over and said something to the effect of, “I can’t help but cry every time I hear her sing.” Yeah, Heather, you are inspiring. We also went to my parent’s house for Sunday dinner. As always, mom’s home cooking was delicious; roast beef, mashed potatoes and gravy, carrots, rolls, and her poppyseed salad. Yummy. And to top off the dinner all of the family was there, including Damien’s! (except dad who of course wouldn’t leave his mother’s bedside). It was so great to have everyone all together. What a party! Oh, and might I just add that I have furthered my crown as favorite aunt by getting the kids “Pop-its” to play with. Yep, I’m rad!

On Saturday, after visiting with Grandma Hala, we took off for Huntington Beach. The weather was perfect, not too hot or too cold or too windy. With the exception of Elias, we all had a blast playing in the water. I think the water was just too cold for Elias, he preferred to crawl around and eat the sand. We wanted to stay and do a fire at night, but since it was a holiday weekend, all the pits were taken early on in the day. That ended up being a blessing. Turns out, when you play in the ocean, sand gets in places it shouldn’t be, your hair gets nasty, and being wet really isn’t all that great. We were glad to go back to the hotel and shower. I did get some cute pictures of Elias though. Check ‘em out!





Elias turned 9 months old this month too. For a while there, I thought he’d be close to walking by now, but lately he seems to be content with crawling; which is fine by me. He climbed up our entire stair case on Wednesday, without any help. Okay, he was really interested in his shoe, so I kept throwing it further up the stairs as he’d get to closer to it. So I just incentivised (and yes, I did just make that up too). He’s wearing 12 month clothes already, even though he’s only in the 25 percentile for height. He’s favorite things to eat right now are Lucky Charms and Honey Nut Cheerios, plus any sweets G’pa M. gives to him. Occasionally he’ll stand by himself, until he realizes what he’s doing and he’ll immediately drop to the floor. He laughs at just about anything, especially when I have the hiccoughs and Peek-a-boo is a big hit, too. His dexterity skills are picking up as he pinches his thumb and pointer fingers together, now my floors have to be extra clean. He loves to babble on and on. He gets quite loud sometimes. When we were at the hospital with G’ma Hala, she said to him (in Tongan), “We’re not at the farm you know.” We all had a good laugh.