Todd, Fisher and a couple guys from school are up in Indianapolis at the moment to watch the Utah Jazz play.
Fisher was so excited today that he even mentioned in his prayer-when blessing the food for lunch- to bless him to be a good boy so that he can go to the Jazz game with Daddy.
Ready for the big event. Don't ask me what Fisher is doing. He kept making all these weird poses.
Off and away to a Utah Jazz game!
We went to the zoo for the second time this spring last week. Unlike our first trip where we were rained out, soaking wet and on the verge of hypothermia by the time we left, this day was beautiful and absolutely PACKED. The weather was fantastic- the number of people was not.
I had had a rough few days with Fisher and should have known that a day as busy as this one was not in my best interest. I know my limits. I know Fisher's limits. 
At least I was able to get some cute pictures. Here are Fisher and Ella checking out the giraffes. There is a new baby in the group.
We were seconds shy of seeing the male lion mating...with both females. I tried to pull out my camera in time but I missed that special occasion. Ha ha. Nothing like a little National Geographic for little kids who have no clue what is going on.
This picture of Fisher & Gabe cracks me up. Fisher was yelling through all the pictures I was trying to take (hence the scrunched up nose as mentioned above) and Gabe kept doing this funny one eyed thing. At least Garrett was behaving for the camera. :)
After a rough time at the park (in the zoo) I finally called it quits and took the boy off to a secluded area where we (including me) could mellow out and find our happy places again. The flowers were starting to bloom making everything so pretty. Have I mentioned that I love flowers?
The trees are starting to blossom which has brought on horrible allergies for the whole family. At least they are pretty.
Still re cooperating from all the over-stimulation.
Fisher trying to make up for all the pushing and fighting at the park. Now in his defense it is very frustrating when little kids are playing on the big kid playground. However, that does NOT excuse my kid from plowing them over like they aren't there and yelling at everyone that "I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" 
On our way out we stopped to let Fisher climb on the buffalo and wound up staying there for around an hour. The crowds died down, I was able to roll up my pants & sleeves and soak up some much needed Vitamin D and Cooper...
Cooper just played with his water bottle the entire time.
Fisher decided to take a little rest before we left since his legs were telling him they were too tired to walk to the car. 
We did a potty break on the way out. Fisher was in his stall for a long time and then came out and washed his hands. As we were walking out of there I noticed he was acting like he still had to go. When I asked him "Didn't you just go?" he replied "No. I just played with the toilet." All of a sudden, letting him play with the giant water ball thing out front (that always makes me thinks of GERMS!) did not seem so bad. 
Only 32 days left until the 1/2 marathon. Holy crap! I ran ten miles on Saturday and felt, for the first time since registering, that I actually can do this. That doesn't mean I won't be relieved when it is over and I can start sleeping in again on Saturday morning.
Fisher's pre-school had a field trip last week to one of the local fire stations. 
They were able to watch a fireman put on all 75 lbs. of his gear. Fisher looked so cute watching in his little hat.
Later they took the kids outside to show them a fire truck. One of the firemen climbed the 95 ft. up the ladder.
Waving near the top.
Fisher saying cheese with the fireman who climbed the ladder.
Cooper attended as well and spent most of his time trying to grab things he wasn't supposed to touch. This was the best picture I got- at least Fisher was attempting a smile.
Most of them looked more like this.
One of the little girls in Fisher's class could not stay away from Cooper. His little hand could not stay away from her pony tail. I guess the fascination with pulling hair starts at a young age.
To top the whole day off, the school bus was named "Fisher" which was just icing on the cake.
This morning before church Fisher was cracking me up with his drawings. This one was of "The Magic School Bus lizard who saw our family driving in our car and it was coming to get us." 
I have been meaning to do a post about Fisher but it just hasn't happened lately. Since I don't know how long it will be before I get around to it I wanted to make a note that we have been performing 