The Downfalls of Triumphalism

by Josh Weber

korihorOver the last several weeks, I’ve had ample time to ponder the events that have played out in LDS culture with the excommunication of Kate Kelly, the founder of Ordain Women. I imagine anyone who has taken the time to be on social media and read about this has done likewise. While I still find myself left with more questions than answers concerning the situation, there is one question that I wish I didn’t have to be asking: Why are we treating each other with such disrespect? I suppose the simple answer is that these issues strike at the heart of our testimonies and everyone feels as if they have skin in the game, even if they have no immediate connections to anyone in Ordain Women. With that in mind, it still greatly disturbs me that a sense of triumphalism pervades some bloggers posts when it comes to talking about Kate Kelly.

Now, I’m not here to comment on where I stand personally with this issue. Plenty of bloggers have already done that and I don’t think that anything I have to say in that area will be significantly different than much of what has already been said. What I do want to speak out against is triumphalism. I recognize that all bloggers have bias to some degree or another, but it disturbs me when I read comments like, “Three cheers for the excommunication of Kate Kelly!” or “Thank goodness she is gone!” It blows my mind to read comments like these. I think that some have gone a little too far in sensationalizing this issue to the degree that the focus is no longer on the doctrine of women and the priesthood; it has become denouncing Kate Kelly as a modern day Korihor. The comparison makes me sick to my stomach.

It is simple to look at Korihor and categorize him merely as one who was trying to lead people astray and I believe that this is where most who compare Kate Kelly get their definition. What they fail to take into consideration is that Korihor wasn’t just trying to lead people astray. He was an anti-Christ. He taught that, “there is no God, no fall of man, no penalty for sin, and no Christ.”- Alma 30 Chapter Heading. While Kate Kelly’s actions have resulted in her excommunication, they do not begin to approach how deluded Korihor was. But, supposing Kate was a modern-day Korihor, does calling her an anti-Christ really help anyone? Let’s not forget that Kate Kelly has had her covenants declared invalid. She’s been stripped of an essential part of her identity. To anyone who has made those covenants it is nothing short of devastating to have this happen. I’m going to go out on a limb and say that Christ would not be badmouthing her or cheering her exit from the church.

I’m not advocating one way or another for Kate Kelly or her cause. But, it pains me to see the way that we treat each other, on both sides of the issue. Again, let’s remember that triumphalism does no one any good here. It only creates barriers between us as spiritual brothers and sisters and makes us resent each other. The statement issued by the First Presidency made no mention of what they deemed Kelly’s personal character to be. They simply explained what happens when apostasy occurs and at no point did they encourage us to go mud-slinging on social media. To all who have been offended, I would encourage you to not return offense to those who have offended you and stay in the church. The church needs everyone and no matter how far one may have strayed, we should never be kicking them when they’re down. We should be extending a hand of fellowship and seeking to understand rather than finding new ways to stir up controversy.


Marriage for All

by Josh Weber



Rainbow fruit pizza

(A rainbow fruit pizza to celebrate!)

To begin, let me be clear that this post is in no way to stir up controversy. I realize that many of you may disagree with my political stances, especially regarding this issue and that’s ok. This post is not meant to one of attacking or aggression. It is simply to express my feelings on the subject.

Today is no ordinary day for many reasons. One of them is the great upset that occurred in Denver with Utah’s ban on gay marriage being completely overturned and declared unconstitutional. I didn’t expect to see anything on this case soon. If anything, I assumed that it would be a few more months before the courts decided to release a decision. To my great surprise, I found out on Facebook today that not only had a decision been reached, but the one I had been hoping for. Amendment 3 no longer has any standing in Utah. Granted, I expect that the State will refuse to accept defeat until they have reached the Supreme Court, but at this point, I find it highly unlikely that the Supreme Court would overturn this ruling. They may not even bother hearing it.

When I saw this come up on my Facebook, I was overjoyed. These past few weeks have been so crazy with Lauren’s pregnancy coming to a close, I’ve been in need of really good news. I can’t think of better news that I could have received today (that is, unless my second child decides he wants to come into the world tonight). I was so filled with emotion I was afraid my coworkers might suspect that I was depressed. Thankfully, I work in a cubicle and I don’t think anyone saw me.

There are many reasons that this news makes me happy. I guess when it all comes down to it though is that my wife and my son(s) are my entire life. For the plaintiffs of this case, they simply want the same things that I have. I used to think that minorities didn’t deserve much of a voice, especially those coming from the LGBT community. I thought that if they didn’t play by my rules, they didn’t deserve the kind of things I had. After reading so many of their stories and seeing that family means just as much to them as it does me, it’s hard to make any kind of case against them. As much as some may like to not believe they exist, they do. Some may think that so long as people within the LGBT community don’t have the opportunity to marry that families as we know them now will be better off and that marriage will remain unadulterated. The truth is, however, these families already exist and they don’t want to feel like they don’t exist. They, like me, are imperfect. I imagine that their families will be imperfect as well, just like mine. But, as long as they are committed to keeping their families together, I believe they are destined to succeed just as well as any other family. Love is one of the biggest things that holds my marriage/family together, and I hope it will do the same for these families that have attained this victory today.

A Day of Pride

by Josh Weber

So much has happened since I last posted especially in this past week. I would like to focus mainly on the events of today. A year ago, if you had told me I’d be where I am, I think I would have been rather surprised. With DOMA on the verge of being overturned, I still wasn’t sure where I stood on my feelings towards the LGBT community, much less gay marriage. So much has changed for the better since then.

Today, Lauren, Asher, and I had the opportunity to be part of the Salt Lake City Pride Parade which took place in downtown Salt Lake City. We joined a group called Mormons Building Bridges, a group seeking to do exactly what its name says with the LGBT community. While the LDS community is making significant strides toward being more loving and kind towards the LGBT community, it still has quite a way to go. There lies an ongoing saying within mainstream Christianity as well as Mormonism that it is kosher to “Hate the sin, love the sinner.” I believe that saying has done much more harm than good, unfortunately, particularly towards the LGBT community because just like faith and fear cannot coexist the heart of man simultaneously, nor can hate and love live harmoniously in our hearts at the same time. That being said, Mormons Building Bridges seeks to bridge the gap between both communities and extend a hand of love and fellowship towards all. It was an amazing experience to be with them today. Sign We arrived in Salt Lake City around 9:30, right when we had been advised to do so. I was concerned for a few minutes that we might have passed our group or that they had moved to a different place. After reaching the tail end of the parade line, we finally found them. As we gathered together, we sang a hymn, a prayer was said, and a short devotional was given. We expected to march shortly thereafter, but for some reason, the parade was getting off to a very slow start. We waited, and waited, and waited. Asher got a little fussy at times, but for the most part stayed content in his stroller. At last, around 11:20, we finally began moving. Asher MBB I thought that we were going to have time to take things at a pretty slow pace given that the line was so long and the distance of the parade was over a mile. To our surprise, we were told by one of the volunteers to move as fast as we could so that we would finish on time (as if it was our fault that the parade had started late). We began speed-walking, making our way toward what seemed an endless line of smiling faces and clapping hands. At first, I thought that the cheering was coming from the many people I was surrounded by in our group, which numbered over 300. As I listened closer, I realized it was coming mostly from the people we were waving to on the street. I’m a daily recipient of unconditional love and my heart grows daily in love towards my wife and my son. But perhaps like never before, my heart seemed to grow several sizes in just a few moments watching people in tears wave to me and make the hand gesture for “I love you.” I knew that I would feel great being part of the parade, but I had no idea I would be brought to tears watching some of these people on the sidelines return their love for us as a group. Surely some of them must have been members of the church who may have gone inactive or felt abandoned by the church after coming out. If I could have changed just one thing about my experience, I would have forgotten what I had been told earlier about trying to move quickly through the parade and slow down. I would have taken more time to go and hug more of those people I saw and show them that I meant the words I was carrying on my sign. God truly is love. It is the first principle of the gospel that most investigators of the church are taught if they hear nothing else. It should be the essence of us as followers of Christ.

I did stop a few times to shake hands and hug a few people. To my shock and amazement, I had the opportunity to meet this guy.

Geoff Mcgrath

For those of you who may not know, his name is Geoff McGrath. He was a Scoutmaster in Washington state who had been in that position for quite some time. Even after the BSA ruled that homosexual men would continue to be banned from participating as leaders in Boy Scouts, he continued to serve as Scoutmaster for his troop because of the good rapport he had with his scouts and the community. Just recently, however, he came out publicly, though his troop and community were already aware. As a result, he was stripped of his position in scouts and kicked out. It amazed me that of all the different Pride parades he could have been part of, he chose to be here in Salt Lake City. He is now serving in the Baden-Powell Service Association (BPSA), which is essentially a scouting organization without any kind of discrimination towards the LGBT community, and I’d recommend you check it out. It was great to see a leader whom I look up to and wish I would have had as a Boy Scout.

All in all, this was a day not to be forgotten. I would encourage any of you reading this post to participate in a Pride parade where you live with Mormons Building Bridges next year. You don’t have to be pro-gay marriage. You don’t even have to have an opinion on the subject. All you need is an open heart and a willingness to show your love to everyone. That’s all Mormons Building Bridges is about. They have no agenda other than to build a stronger positive relationship between church members and the LGBT community. I know some of you may be thinking, “But, isn’t church more important?” I’m not here to say which of these has greater importance, but I can’t help thinking that even if Christ were on the earth today governing His church, He wouldn’t be spending every minute in a church building. At least for part of the time, He would be leaving the ninety-nine and going in search of the one. My hope that is someday church will be cancelled this one Sunday out of the year so that everyone can go and be a part of this event to reach out and extend a hand of love and fellowship toward all, for truly that is what we preach from our pulpits. While it may not result in greater numbers in weekly church attendance, it will remind those that feel cast off that they are not forgotten and that they are loved. Josh and Asher

Noodle Time!

by Lauren Kay Weber

Okay, first, can I just say that this child is adorable?  I know, I know, I’m pretty biased.  But, still.  Look at these photos!

Asher is so-close-to-9-months that we can taste it, and this kid likes to eat.  A lot.  We’ve given him noodles just a couple of times, all slathered with plain Greek yogurt.  Boy, does this little guy love it.  He like, really, really, super loves it.




Coming Out of My Closet

by Josh Weber

I bet you think you know where this is going. Maybe you do. But, don’t get too far ahead of yourself. What I’m about to say will probably not shock anyone who has taken a look at my Facebook feed in the last three months. I’m not adding my name to the list of Josh Weeds out there, though I have great respect for him and admire his courage to come out in the stage of life he’s currently in. My closet is of a different kind. You’ve probably seen this video floating around the internet. Some of you may have even taken the time to see it. After watching it, I felt inspired to write this post, but it has taken some time to do so. I’ve wanted to share my excitement about my future career, but have been very reluctant to do so given my fears of what people may think, what friendships I may lose. I had hoped that posting an article about Mormons who support gay marriage but retain good standing in the church would help open up the dialogue for people to understand where I was coming from. I was surprised to see several friends say that I was choosing to not follow the leaders of my church and that I needed to repent. It greatly discouraged me and still affects me to this day. I wondered at times if I should have just kept quiet about it or if pursuing the road I was on was a good idea. Today I’m here to declare that I’m continuing on that path and don’t plan on taking my feet off it unless I receive divine direction otherwise.

I’ve struggled for quite some time trying to decide what career I should pursue in life. I’ve had a plethora of interests, but nothing that has ever felt like it was what I really needed to be doing. From high school teacher to filmmaker, it seemed like I would never find a career that I felt justified by God to pursue. Then, at the conclusion of 2013, I found myself being prompted to pursue law school. Not just out of the blue, though. I had an experience that forever changed my perspective on the LGBT community. As you may have heard, there was a two-week window where gay marriage was legal in Utah during mid-December. At that time, there were some county clerks that were refusing to give gay couples marriage licenses for various reasons. I was astounded that even when the law permitted such marriages to take place that there were still some who refused to comply. Never before in my life had I had the desire to take my voice to the streets and protest, but I did then. I stood near the outside of the county building where the clerk’s office was and held a sign that had the 11th Article of Faith of the LDS church with the words “the law” highlighted in red. I’ve been part of many great causes in my life, but aside from being a missionary for the LDS church, I never felt so complete being part of that cause. At last, it seemed I had found something that I could really contribute my talents to and change the world. I’m an English major and have off and on considered the legal profession, but had been reluctant to embrace because there seemed to be nothing to motivate me beyond reading dry law cases day in and day out. At last, I felt like I found the motivation I needed and both interests seemed to fuse together perfectly. I decided that I would become a civil rights lawyer with the aspiration to further equal opportunity rights for the LGBT community.

obeying the law

lgbt protest

Anyone who knows me knows that I’ve come a long way in my political views. I come from a small town in Arizona that is die-hard conservative and I had no shame in admitting I was homophobic. At the same time, I was never popular in high school and received a good deal of verbal bullying throughout my freshman and sophomore years.  I can remember some things that I was called and made fun of for, but the thing that hurt the most was being teased about being gay. No matter what I did, there was one particular individual who took it upon himself to convince some of my peers that I was attracted to men. To this day, I can think of no other insult that cut me to the core like that. I cannot imagine what I might have done if I really was. I wish I could say that such experiences gave me more sympathy for LGBT teens, but it didn’t. I’m ashamed to say that it took serving a mission for the LDS church to begin to overcome my homophobia and it still took some time even after I returned to fully rid myself of it.

As time went on, I thought a lot about these things and how to reconcile my faith with the issue of gay marriage.  I found myself wondering if it was possible to be supportive of the LGBT community and not go against the core tenants of my church. I wanted both communities to live their own truths, but being accepting of both didn’t seem to work together, as it doesn’t for many people. After I decided to lend my voice to the protest here in Provo, I began to really wonder what it must be like to love someone who everyone says you can’t love and the thought of you having children is abominable. As I put Asher down to bed one night, I cried just thinking what it would be like if someone tried to take him or my wife away from me, or if they tried to tell me that I didn’t love them and was living a deviant lifestyle. I stood over Asher’s crib for what seemed like a long time and just held him in my arms crying. I wondered how some people could be so cruel. Who was I to tell someone else who did not possess my religious beliefs if they were right or wrong in their life decisions? Even if they did have the same core beliefs as me, what right would I have to shun them? I knew right then that I could no longer be silent about what I felt. I had to lend my support to the LGBT community in some form. Naturally, my inclination to become a lawyer seemed like a perfect way to be an advocate.

I know that some of you reading this may be flabbergasted at how I came to these conclusions. Some of you may feel the need to distance themselves from me. This is a complex issue that will continue to be worked out through the years and I don’t expect everyone to agree with my viewpoints, contrary to what some may think.

This is something that I’ve taken a great deal of time to pray and search these things out with God. It has been one of the most difficult decisions I’ve ever made in my life. I used to believe it was possible to love the sinner and hate the sin. For some, that may work. But for me, I can no longer associate myself with such a mantra. In the past, it only served as justification to distance myself from the other. I may have said I felt love towards all, but deep down, I reserved charity and true love for only those that seemed to be worthy of it. As I’ve pondered upon Christ and how he sees me, being the totally imperfect being I am, I’m so grateful for the love He has for me. As I look at gay couples, I no longer shudder in disgust. I smile and feel pure love towards them, the same love that I felt when I served those in Colorado Springs on my mission for the LDS church. And if I can feel such love towards these people, I cannot believe that Christ has anything but pure, unadulterated love for them as well. I spent way too many years using the terms “gay” and “faggot” like they were nothing. I wince when from time to time I still find myself inclined to use the term “gay” flippantly or in slang. I refuse to be the person I once was. I can no longer live in hiding concerning my future profession. I’ve told some people that I just need to get out of Provo to attend law school, but it’s not just because I need a change of scenery. While BYU’s law school is very respectable and certainly has an amazing tuition rate, I think my aspirations will be better served at another law school. There are so many other things that I have to say and may add to this as time goes on.

I’m sure some of you are thinking that I’m talking straight crazy. I would have thought the same thing if I was still the same person that I was in high school. But, if experiences with God have taught me anything in the last few years, it’s this: nobody can claim to know your personal relationship with God and everyone needs to experience it on their own terms. Never before in my life have I had to pray and wrestle with God like I have with this issue, and while some may believe that it’s their duty as my friend to bring me back to the light or call me to repentance, that’s simply not how it works, and it’s not something that I appreciate. I need God’s help more than ever in my life, being a father, a husband, and a lawyer-to-be. I know that as long as I’m keeping in touch with him, I will end up where I need to be.


Water Fun

by Lauren Kay Weber

Asher is seven months now, and with age has come an increasing curiosity with the world around him.  Back in January, Josh and I thought that one of the best ways to combat the winter blues would be to get a membership to the new rec center (which is absolutely amazing).  Soon after, I found that they had swimming lessons (or, perhaps, water proficiency classes) for babies and toddlers called AquaTots.  Lessons started this week; on Mondays, Asher and I go while Daddy’s in class and Wednesdays Josh is able to come with.  This past Wednesday, Josh went into the pool with the boy and did the lesson with him so that I could get some pictures.  Take a look.


Asher, smiling and waiting for class to begin.


Dropping the ring into the water for Asher to fish out to increase proficiency in moving through water.


Teaching “reaches” so that he can the feel for pulling himself through water with his arms.


Josh looking adorable while teaching Asher to kick his legs.


Daddy and Asher talking to our fabulous instructor, Jodi.


Teaching the boy to hold himself up on the wall.

Jodi, the swim instructor, has assured us that bath time will become a bit more raucous and playful.  It was already so, but BOY! is he blossoming.  He is so much more comfortable in the water and such a happy boy.  Bath time used to be – at most – a 20 minute adventure; now, we’re looking at 45 minutes, nightly.  We’re all loving it!  (Although, it must be said that Josh and I would super appreciate not having to fish poop out of bath water.  Ever.  Again.)

Here are some pictures of recent bath times:


Beautiful boy.


Look at that smile!


Both drooling and trying to catch his floating bath toy, Mr. Blowfish.

Lastly, in case you missed it, we made a big announcement this week.  Click here to view.

We’re back. Some December Updates.

by Lauren Kay Weber

So, I’m here, writing.  Before you get too excited, let me just say that who knows if this will become a regular occurrence again.  I’m still getting a handle on this whole motherhood thing and it’s consuming, to say the least.  But, tonight, the boy is asleep on time for the first time in weeks and Josh is sitting in the other room doing his reading for class tomorrow morning.  Sure, Chopped is on in the background, but I’ve already seen it.  Also, there’s a pressing need for updates, methinks.

Where to start?  The little boy.  Well, the last you heard from me, Asher had sprouted his two bottom teeth at the tender age of just three months.  Josh and I thought that he might be teething at around two months when his mouth started dripping drool with such an intensity we started changing out of our nice clothes immediately upon returning from work/school/being out in public.  The doctor assured me at his two month check up that “Babies just drool.  There’s no way he’s teething this early.”  Lo, and behold, two teeth just weeks later.  Once we’re through the teething awfulness, his two little teeth sticking up in his smile are just about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.  (I’m just realizing that I don’t have a picture of that yet!  Shame on me!)

Daddy and Asher dressed up as dinosaurs for Halloween, and, I mean, check this out: Halloween

So cute, right? Asher has been trying to sit up and has been getting better.  But, he still has his mishaps, as you can see in the video below:

These days, he is getting so proficient at grabbing things.  Toys, faces, glasses… He’s been doing this really cute thing and reaching out and stroking Josh’s face.  The first time he did it, Josh hadn’t shaved for a few days and, as such, was so scruffy, and Asher just couldn’t get enough. Also, the reaching for things has coincided with his intense interest in adult food, especially liquids.  He wants to hold our cups and take sips from our straws (he doesn’t get how to suck on it, he just bites down).  Perhaps the best example is this hilarious picture from Thanksgiving dinner:


Oh, and the laughter!  The laughter has made every day amaaaaaazing.  Here’s a cute video.  [Note:  our child is a thrill seeker.  He loves being scared momentarily and then laughing his cute little bum off afterward.  Don’t worry.  We always make sure to have a tight grip on him/the object/etc.]

As for Josh and I, well… life is a series of head-shaking surprises mixed with “WHAT IS GOING ON?!”  The details of all the changes in our lives will unfold in the coming months, but suffice it to say, while we are happy, we are also just kind of taking care of the essentials at the moment.  Thanksgiving was a nice respite from the hustle and bustle of the semester, but it came and went all  too quickly.  

As a side note, Josh feels strongly that I should include here the details of our Thanksgiving dinner.  I felt like Josh deserved to have all the traditional tastes of the holiday, even if it was just the two of us, so I made a dinner complete with a small Churkey (actually, a whole chicken that I insisted on calling a churkey so that it didn’t seem like he wasn’t getting the traditional turkey dinner), stuffing made with homemade artisan bread, green bean casserole, whole berry cranberry sauce, rolls, gravy, baked potatoes… I think that’s everything.  Oh!  And a pumpkin pie with fresh whipped cream.  It wasn’t that much work and it all turned out well.  Next year, I’ll be getting his mom’s recipe for butter rolls, though.  I’ve seen Josh throw down a dozen of those in one evening, easy, but not so with the crescents that I made.  Oh well, just little tweaks here and there.

AND!  The holidays are upon us and we have made our home our living room all nice and festive.  Here’s a before and after of our Christmas tree.

BEFORE: Before


It’s not the fanciest of trees, but it came at a good price and all the ornaments were handmade with love.

Okay, that’s it.  That’s all I have in me.  I’ll try to be better at blogging, even if just a picture and a couple of sentences.

Trick or Treat

by Lauren Kay Weber


First, the treat:  Asher’s first Halloween went smashingly well.  Look how freaking adorable he is in his dinosaur costume!

Now, the trick:  Asher, at three and a half months, has his bottom two front teeth coming in – they’re already sticking out about a quarter of the way.

Asher’s Second Month

by Lauren Kay Weber


Asher continues to be a total delight.  Sure, we have our off-days and fussy moments, but still, I can’t help but feel this child is easier than most.  We have been sleeping through the night for weeks (albeit with early mornings) and he has really taken to the E.A.S.Y. schedule.  We know pretty easily when he’s getting tired and have been able to circumvent most melt downs by swaddling him, putting him in his swing and letting him fall asleep when he’s ready.  (He’s sleeping right now, in fact, having spent 5 or so minutes smiling at the little rotating mobile while “Rockabye Baby” played.)  See?  We really are so blessed.  I take this as God’s compensation for the nine-month trial it was being pregnant.

Some other thoughts on Asher’s second month…

Digital Flipbook:  Stretching Out

As mentioned above, Asher looooooooooves the swing that my dad and step-mom sent our way when he was a few weeks old.  It has seriously changed our lives.

On account of the fact that he spends 18 hours a day swaddled, the boy has the tendency to collect lint in between his fingers.  It grosses me out, but still, I think it’s one of those idiosyncrasies I’m going to love in hindsight.

Every night is bath time with Daddy.  Josh gives him a bath every night at 9 and it’s their consistent “man time.”  Asher loves it so much.  Especially when the water is super bubbly (this fact is the number one contributor to how quickly we are going through baby soap… that, and those gross linty hands).

Our friend, Molly, has been the best, ever, by watching him every morning for a couple of hours while Josh and I are both at school.  I know she loves him, and I have the feeling that he thinks she’s pretty great, too.

Asher’s baby blessing happened over Labor Day weekend.  It was wonderful and beautiful and amazing; I’m so grateful that Josh was able to bless him in Church with some of our favorite people in attendance.  We had a few friends and family who hold the priesthood assist:  Matt (Josh’s dad), Harry (Josh’s great-uncle), Justin (our friend from the Hebrew program), Curtis (Josh’s home teachee) and Tim (another close friend from the ward).  It was such a great experience… with the exception of the fact that Asher was none too pleased to be stuck in a hot 3-piece tuxedo for 2 hours.

Josh’s family came up for the blessing and some of the girls – Josh’s little sisters – were sick.  Which, in turn, made all of us – including Asher – sick.  He survived his first cold, but not without lots of sneezes, snorts (from the lack of being able to breathe) and coughing.  He’s still coping with the cough and lots of snorting at mealtimes, but he seems to be over the hump.

Asher’s eyelashes and hair are starting to get much longer.  By all accounts, it looks like he’s going to have Josh’s gorgeous long lashes.  Everyone we see says that they think he’ll have my reddish hair, though.

It’s hard to see in a lot of the pictures because the light is so dim and I rarely, if ever, use a flash, but the little mister’s eyes keep getting lighter and lighter; they’re almost light blue-grey these days when the light is bright.  Curious because the doctor told us that eyes can’t get lighter, only darker… and Josh and I both have darker eyes (Josh has honey brown and I have hazel with a fair amount of both green and brown).  I would love a blue-eyed babe, which is (mildly) possible because both Josh and I have light-blue-eyed mothers.

Digital Flipbook:  Smile

He’s all smiles these days, as you can see with the fun GIF above.  He especially thinks that popping your lips and sticking your tongue out is funny.

One of his favorite things these days is our morning song time – both Josh and I lay in bed with him after his morning bottle and we sing and dance.  Josh makes him fly in the air like an airplane and stomp around the bed like Godzilla.  He smiles and coos… we even can attest to some noises that sound mighty similar to laughter.

All in all, we’re so very happy.

Picture Perfect Sunday

by Lauren Kay Weber

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