Our OTHER son...

I've noticed that our recent (and infrequent) posts have strongly favored Reed so I thought I should try and even up the score by reminding everyone that we do have another son.

When Max was born I immediately loved him, but felt a little sorry for him because I thought secretly Reed would always be my favorite. Silly, silly me. This little boy is growing up way too fast and we could not love him more. Now I can say that even secretly they are both my favorite.

The world according to Reed

Two quick Reed stories:

Yesterday Reed asked Lindsay, "Mom, how did we get the Book of Mormon?"

Lindsay said, "You know how we got it. The angel Moroni appeared to Joseph Smith and told him about the gold plates that were buried in the Hill Cumorah. Then Joseph went to the Hill Cumorah and dug up the plates..."

"I don't think so."

"That's what really happened!"

"No. First he had to wait four years."

The second story is also from yesterday:

After dinner Reed told Lindsay, "Mom, can you keep Max happy?"

"Okay," Lindsay said slowly, then watched as Reed ran off. She heard doors opening and closing so she shouted to him, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to run on the tread mill."