Aren't the two of them just adorable! Jace IDOLIZES his sister, and she thinks the world of him. They are sooo cute with each other. Love my two babies:)

Zoobie

We had a day at the Zoo thrown in the midst of things this summer as well. Jace did visit the Zoo last year, at about 4 weeks, but he told me that he didn't remember much about that visit. So, one sunny afternoon we loaded up the kiddos and set out on a family excursion. I'm not sure what Jacer man thought of the sites. Frankly, I think he was equally impressed with the live and pretend animals. Oh well. Izzy had fun pointing out all her favorite animals and rushing us from exhibit to exhibit. I really like the zoo...just sayin...

Birthday Boy

Let's do a little spotlight on Bones now, shall we? Ya'll know Jace's nickname is Bones, right? It started way back when...as a little new born tyke the kid weighed 9'4...skin and Bones:) There ya have it. Bones has just sorta stuck. Anyway, back to the good stuff. Jacer man is growing and changing so much every day! Most noteworthy is the fact that he turned ONE on June 10th! We celebrated in true Baseball fashion. Hotdogs, cracker jacks, big league chew, peanuts, nachos, etc. It was a grand ole take-me-out-to-the-ball game-time! The best part of the whole night was Jace smashing, or should we say 'grand slamming', the cake that grandma Lisa made. Love these pics!

Look Who's All Growed Up

Back in June, ok, really it was like the last part of May, but who's counting, right? So, like I was saying, back at the end of May, my baby girl GRADUATED from preschool. My little girl, all growed up! She looked so smart and sassy sittin there in her white pettiskirt and jean jacket, hair flat ironed that morning. Who is this beauty? I get teary eyed even now as I think about how fast she's growing up. I am ever amazed at the things she learned at preschool this year, and thank Marsha Anderson for all her hard work. It was a great 'first school experience.' I was so proud of her as she sat up big and tall, singing, signing, and spelling the words to all the songs. Here are some of the moments I'll never forget.

Loser That I Am...

Wow. Really? No pics since April? One little measly update? Un-freaking-believable! Who's runnin' this show boat anyway? Right. That'd be me. The momma. Brianne. Ya well, see, it goes like this...I've been busy. Honest! Really, really busy. Our 'little' business venture has turned into a full blown, every minute of my life, venture. Not that it's a bad thing, but it does put a damper on many other areas of my life...like blogging! And now, I'm WAY behind. Oh well, I'll do the best I can to bring ya'll up to speed on the latest and greatest pieces of info from the Wetsel family.

Shameless Plug

Ok look. I realize it seems like I've really been slacking on the whole blogging front for the last little while. Let me assure you, this is not the case. In fact, quite the opposite is true. My sister Brooke and I have recently attained our own business licence and are now the proud owners of 'Butterfly Wings and Tiny Things.' We are quite proud of ourselves! Our first boutique will be held next Saturday, May 22nd. We have filled our days and nights (literally) with projects, details, shopping, organizing, building, creating, cutting, gluing, ordering, spending, searching, venting, complaining, fixing, and perfecting our latest venture. I am currently in the process of making the business blog which will feature all of our amazing inventory. I would really love for you to go and visit the blog, check out the products there, and give your insight and/or suggestions. Keep in mind, many projects are not listed yet as they are still in the making. However, just so that you know what to expect, I'm going to share with you all the items we are offering....and they are....magnet boards, tutu's, handmade dolls, monsters, purses, wings, halos, wands, picture frames, hair bows, beanies, and hats. This weekend, I promise to take pictures of our freaking awesome bows/beanies/hats, and our fab tutu's. (We've got most of them made, I've just slacked off on the pictures.) Anyway...I just wanted anyone out there who reads this blog to know that I haven't forgotten about you. No, no. Not at all. It'll just be another week or so before I can get back to real life;0 Happy days!
Check us out at....butterflywingsandtinythings.blogspot.com

In A Nutshell

I love Easter. It signifies newness and growth, spring and warmth, the Savior and His love for all of us. We spend a huge amount of Easter completing favorite traditions, some of which have been passed down for decades. Easter had a lot of activities packed into just a few days. Here are a few highlights centered around the things we did. I hope the pictures reflect to you the moments I hold so dear. Enjoy!

This year, the children had to wear their new Easter clothes the week before Easter because Easter Sunday fell on General Conference Sunday. It was a little chilly out for Izzy in her sleeveless dress, and the flowers were not quite up to par in Mom's yard. But nevertheless, we donned our new duds and took some great pics. Seriously, how cute are my kids? No really. I'm loving their new Easter clothes. One of MY favorite parts of Easter is the kids in their adorable outfits! Another one of the Easter traditions.

Undoubtedly, the most important tradition for our family in preparation for Easter is the pasta making. This skill was passed from Great Grandma Rose to Grandma Lisa and now to her kids and grand kids. Everything is made from scratch. The freshly made sauce simmers for days, making mouths water every time we enter Mom's kitchen. The meatballs are rolled into perfectly round balls (and yes, I'm every bit as anal as my mother at ensuring this) and fried in time to soak in the tomato sauce over night. The dough is kneaded to consistency, or at least attempted to...Scott and his Popeye arms make this a bit challenging. And the day of Easter, the pasta is cut and pressed into noodles and ravioli. The fourth generation (izzy and bones) now love taking part in this tradition and eagerly agree to help with whatever chores are asked of them, as long as a little dough ball for eating is given as payment.

Another wonderful part of the festivites leading up to Easter is the dying of the Easter eggs. This year, all five babies were able to participate. There were no major catastrophies, only a few broken eggs, one minor dye spill, and several colored fingers. All in all, a great time for everyone!

We started off Easter Morning by following clues that lead to Izzy's Easter basket. Wouldn't you know it? That silly bunny hid her basket right in the shower! Then we went over to Grandma and Grandpa's for the annual Easter hunt. Izzy is getting to be quite the expert at finding eggs. And Bones, well Bones just likes to eat them! Family came over that night for Easter dinner. It was a wonderful couple of days of family, fun, and traditions. See you next year!

A Last Ditch Effort

Look people. Give me a break. I may be nine and a half months old and a little slow on the whole crawling scenario, but I have an excuse. I have a whole lot of girth to carry around with me. At nine and a half months, I'm weighing in at an astounding 24 lbs. As you can obviously understand, this makes traveling from point A to point B rather laborious. Up unitl now, I've managed my movement tactics by simply rolling everywhere. I think it's worked out fine. Mom seems to think differently. She's concerned that I haven't met my milestones appropriately. And so, to appease her every stressing mind, I've given this crawling bit my best effort. I'm not guaranteeing to stick to it, but for her, I'll try. One arm in front of the other, or, whatever...

Round one went pretty well. I'm a little on the slow side, but I'll get it. Mom's phone is a great motivator.

I gotta take a break.

Ok. Here's my second try. I mean ya, I'm getting the gist of the whole thing, but look at my cheeks man! I'm roastin like a toasted cheeser! This crawling business is a lot harder than it appears. No wonder I've been putting it off for so long. I like being carried around much better. Easier on the heart. But Mom will never go for that now that she's seen me at work. Busted!