

Here are a few cute pics of our new baby boy! He's doing great and is an amazingly patient, mellow, happy baby. We couldn't be happier.
Welcome! Here you will find the infrequent musings of the Davis Family!
Cindy's birth dad, Skip Springer, passed away when Cindy was 3 years old. He was killed by a lightening strike. After his death, Cindy's Mom, Cammie, converted to the LDS church and moved to Provo to attend BYU. There she met Lee Bishop. They eventually married and Lee adopted Cindy. Over the years however, Cindy has kept in touch with her birth Grandma & Grandpa Springer as well as her aunt's and uncles and extended family members.
This past July 5th, there was a family reunion of sorts on the Springer side of the family. Relatives attended that Cindy has not seen for a very long time and others she has never seen. It really was a fun trip. The Springer family is large ( 8 children) very Catholic family.
Hi everyone! Here are some cute pictures from the last month. Kate had her 4th birthday on May 25th (a princess birthday of course). School got out on May 30th and the kids have been having one heck of a summer! (I'm exhausted already). We took a family "field trip" to the zoo last Friday. I braved it alone (without Jeff to help) and it went surprisingly well until the last five minutes when as we were leaving the kids begged to walk through the gift shop and against my better judgement I let them. Needless to say we left 10 minutes later with a SCREAMING Kate-sie loaded on to the top of the shade of our single stroller (she refused to walk and I am very BIG with child so I couldn't carry her). She screamed "I WANT A TOY!" for a solid 10 minutes with crowds of people staring at our little group and me trying not to totally loose it. It's sad when the last 10 minutes can ruin a great 3 hours. For the record, I did not buy her a toy and I do still love her even though in her words I was the meanest mommy ever! And after she fell asleep crying in the car 2 minutes after we were on the road, I could laugh about it. . . sort of.