Hyrum Extravaganza and Katy's Graduation

Yep, it's just time for more photos. You all know that's the only reason you're still stopping by anymore, anyway.

Here's the beginning of Adam and Hyrum Napping Together. This sequence is my favorite.

Sleepytime, boys.

This is the second before the flash went, and yes that is genuine fear in Adam's eyes. I'm not sure what he thought was going on the second before consciousness set in.

These next two photos are ones I call Hard Evidence That Hyrum Is Indeed My Son. Behold!

Hyrum sleeps.

I also sleep. See?

Please just notice that he has rolls on his legs. Also, that he's freakishly tall.

Adam bought me this lovely bouquet for Mother's Day. I had a bit of a mental double-take when my mom called to wish me a happy Mother's Day and I was like, "No wait, that's you...I mean, thank you."

This is the first real smile I caught on camera of this boy. I also pass along that fist-pump free of charge.

When Adam gets home from work, he gives me a kiss and a squeeze, and then makes a beeline for the boy. They chat and cuddle for a little bit.

This is Tyson and Necia Adams' son Traejan. He is fatter than Hyrum and infinitely whiter. We call him Ghostie Boy. He and Hyrum are friends. We know because they bop each other on the head and then barf a little in friendly greeting.

More sleepytime. Hyrum is an unnaturally good baby, in that if he's in the crook of your arm he will sometimes lie there for 30 minutes without squawking or (bonus!) fall asleep himself.

Yep, our next kid will be a total hell-raiser just to even out the cosmic scorecard.

This was an evening of really great lighting and nothing better to do. I present Family Home Photography.

Doesn't the boy look like the baby off of Willow here?

My favorite of several failed family picture attempts.

 My favorite picture of us so far. There are precious few pictures of me with the boy since I'm usually the one taking the pictures, so great thanks to Adam for snagging this'n.

I have to mention canning here for a minute: it completely took over my life for about three weeks. It was a combination of several factors: 1) a Relief Society activity where the very charismatic and competent woman assured me canning was not difficult, nor were there great chances of a jar exploding and glass-shrapnel catching  me in the jugular and leaving me to bleed to death, which is a very real fear of mine and 2) apricots and strawberries were on sale for ridiculous prices, on top of which a kind relative let me kife apricots off her mother's tree and that meant I had about 15 pounds of very ripe apricots sitting on our kitchen floor for almost a week.

I rinsed and sliced and stewed and canned through an alarming amount of fruit, sugar, and canning jars and ended up with somewhere in the neighborhood of 30 pints of jam. I make no secret of this: I am totally giving these away for gifts this year, so don't be surprised if Christmas comes and out comes the ubiquitous jam. I'll change the ribbon depending on the occasion, don't worry.

We trekked up to Blowsnake for Katy's graduation from high school and I was flooded with memories of my own as we drove into town. There's nothing quite like graduating from high school, I think. Graduating from eighth grade was an epic display of nerdiness and graduating from college was me sitting directly behind my ex-boyfriend and simultaneously wishing I could poke him in the neck, hard, or that he'd turn around and say he'd take me back.

Neither of those things happened, luckily. But I digress. Graduating from high school really brings a sense of freedom and accomplishment that far surpass your actual freedom or accomplishment. It's giddying.

Adam always happily transforms into a really tall human jungle gym for the kiddies when we pull into town. He's here with his bro and sis-in-law's twin daughters.

Katy and the victory leap. Please notice the blue Chucks she is wearing with her graduation robe. I like to think I had some part in her choice of footwear, but I think that's taking far too much credit for her bodacity.

My mother-in-law. Cutie, no?

Adam's niece Hailee in my favorite picture of the night. Don't judge...both those fingers are performing very important functions right now.

Just being adorable, with our very own KEVM in the background. This stands for Karen Edwards VanMuijen, which makes a more awesome acronym than LJ ever was. I defer, I defer.

We're just so freaking proud of her.

Adam and Hailee. She enjoys the view from above, and I enjoyed just how cute it was.

My in-laws don't have a Pack-N-Play and we are far too lazy to haul it with us when we go, so he's been sleeping the last couple of months in my father-in-law's laundry basket.

Here they are, enjoying a little Sabbath morning conversation.

Adam's grandma and niece.

Happy Birthday, Papa!

Hyrum got the best seat in the house.

My mother-in-law made me promise not to take pictures of her without her makeup, so this one is mostly Hyrum. They had a good chat on Memorial Day morning.

See those dimples? See?
We have no idea where they came from.

Sleepytime. Are you seeing the pattern here?

We had Vicki and Josh Seigfried over for dinner and they brought Callie Ann, who is about 22 hours younger than Hyrum. She was very interested in him and insisted on patting his head and grabbing at his ear while they were sharing blanket space.

So, there you have it.