Sunday, August 31, 2008

Birthday, Pancakes and Final Pool Day

Here's the birthday girl's birthday. She was real excited for presents. We finally taught her how to do a three with her fingers. She kept telling everyone she was either one or five.
She got a new Cabbage Patch doll and a car seat to carry her in. Does anyone else remember playing with these? I loved them.
Mom made cupcakes. I'm too lazy for a cake.
Blowing out the candles.
Here's the Dora cake Sara made her.....
And here's what happens when you let a three year old have a fork and attack her birthday cake. She would go to eat a bite and say "there goes her arm...bwa ha ha ha ha" all evil like. Her favorite thing was eating her eyeball.
And here she is this morning. Her dad made pancakes with peaches from our tree on them, and she would only eat the Cool Whip. What am I going to do with this child? Her father is even beginning to agree with me that she is a challenge.
My little boy's second first day of preschool. Every time we drop him off Emory cries for him. It's pretty cute. But then, she cries about everything.
Last day at the pool. Cute little kid.
He has all of a sudden started doing ninja moves. They are the most goofy looking little things. We just laughed at him all day long. Here's a few of them.



Couple of fun things around here:

- Jaxon starts gymnastics and soccer this week. Please don't call me Soccer Mom. And Emory starts dance next week. Oh, and Peach Days is this weekend, need I say more?

- Trav was called as the YM President in our ward last week. He's had this calling before, and same as before, it came at the worst possible time. We found out the day before he started school at Weber with three new classes to teach, three classes at USU for his PhD, and his wife is crazier than normal with number three on the way. I just laughed and laughed when the bishop called me. Then I asked him if he was sure he knew what he was doing. But last time we were also so blessed that we couldn't believe it. I think Heavenly Father recognized that we were going to need more blessings and he thought this would be a good way for us to earn them.

- I feel surprisingly well. I had one of my best friends in the whole wide world pretty much tell me to quit my whining when I told her I just didn't understand why I had to be sick. She reminded me that I don't get stretch marks, I have good babies, I have easy labors and I don't gain a whole lot of weight so maybe this is just my cross to bear. She put me in my place a little but I needed it:). I have filled up my days with fun stuff and that always helps. I usually start to feel sick at nighttime so my poor husband comes home from a long day and finds me laying on the couch with nothing in the oven for dinner, but he is so understanding. I've said it before and most of you know it, but I am SO LUCKY TO HAVE HIM. I will never understand what I did to deserve him.

Anyway, number three is cooking and actually making this pretty easy on me, and I'm feeling strongly like it's a boy. Please let it be a boy. Please let it be a boy. Other than being tired and having the worst allergies ever, things are going well. Overall, I couldn't be happier.

And did I mention it's storming outside and it's supposed to cool off significantly this week? Love it.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

My Baby is Three!

Dear Emory,

I know I say it every day, but where does the time go? I remember when you were born, I remember you being an infant like it was yesterday. Your dad and I were laughing this morning about when you weren't very cute - you kind of looked like a boy for the first year of your life. And now look at you. You're the prettiest, smartest, brattiest, most opinionated little three year old I've ever met in my life! Everyone says you're just like me - but I think you're much worse than I ever was!

You are in a princess phase right now, and I have to admit that I love it. I love buying you Mermaids and Cinderella toys. You are such a little princess in our house. You think you need everything you want, and if you don't get it, you definitely make me pay for it. You also love Care Bears, Curious George, Dora and baby dolls. I love watching you play with your toys. You can entertain yourself for hours with your doll house.

You are so incredibly beautiful. You have such tiny little features, and the cutest little chin and mouth I've ever seen. You're really petite, although you're tall like your daddy! You have this long brown hair that mom is tempted to cut off every single day when we try to do it in the morning. But your dad would kill me if I cut it off.

You can't really decide if you're a mama's girl or daddy's girl. It mostly depends on who has what you want at the moment:). I think you mostly love your mama. You love to do big girl things and you always ask if we can go shopping.

You've always been willing to eat everything. I love that about you. You love rice and pasta. Every time we go out to eat you want pasta, and you end up with it all over you. It's so cute to see such a tiny little thing stuffing her face like that. You drink chocolate milk more than anyone I've ever met, even your brother.

You love your big brother. You treat him like your best friend, and most of the time you're willing to share your toys with him. He always tells you that you're pretty and you tell him that is so nice of him to say. Sometimes I think you both forget that you're little kids, not adults.

You ask me to tickle your back at least three hundred times a day. And when I tell you no and I'm too tired, you look at me and say in a really whiny voice "then who's gonna tickle my back?" and it gets progressively louder from there until I give in.

I don't know how to say this nicely, but some days you make me absolutely crazy. You are so incredibly stubborn some days I don't even know how to fight it. It makes me crazy. The other day we were in the car and I asked you and Jaxon to be quiet because I had a headache. You sat in the back and screamed "Mama" for half an hour. Every time I asked you what you needed, you would just keep screaming. You really did it just to bug me! You did the same thing in your bed the other night. I keep telling myself that one day I will be so glad you have that feisty little spirit. You are perfect just how our Heavenly Father made you, and even though we think you're crazy sometimes, I wouldn't change you at all.

I was really worried when I found out you were a girl. I didn't want another one of me in the house. I didn't know how to shop for girls, or how to relate to a little girl, because all I knew was my little boy. The day you were born I knew I had been crazy to even worry. You were so much fun and I feel like I bonded with you so fast. You were kind of a snotty little baby, having to be held just right or put down just right, but you also were so easy to love. So petite and little with a head full of dark hair. Your daddy was totally smitten with you from day one. But I think you and mommy are best buds. I can't wait until you are old enough to be my best friend. I promise to take you on trips, take you to the movies, take you shopping, and do all the other fun things we do with our friends.

You're a special little girl, I can feel it. You try my patience and sometimes even your daddy's, and that's almost impossible. But I think Heavenly Father gave you that spirit so you will be stronger. I can't wait to watch you grow up and turn into a young woman. Time goes by way too fast, little girl. And life is only going to get harder. I'm so thankful that Heavenly Father sent you here with all the tools that you needed to make it back to him. I try to teach you, but sometimes I worry I'm not doing enough. But I see your feisty spirit and know that you'll be a person who will know exactly what she wants and go after it. That makes me happy and proud. I'm so glad you're mine you little stink.

Happy Birthday!

Love, Your Mama


Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Olympic Beach Volleyball

so one of the chicks who won the beach volley ball tournament (misty may) brought some of her mom's ashes to spread on the court. i guess she did it in athens so she did it again today. did anyone catch the interview where they asked her about it? she said

"ya, i spread my mom's ashes, and i didn't know they laid down a platform, so i guess wherever it goes, so will my mom."

ha ha ha ha h ahah ah ah aha aha ha ha.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

I Am Me....



i am: feisty.
i think: life is pretty good most days.
i know
: that living the gospel makes you feel happy and peaceful, and not living it makes you feel sad and chaotic.
i want
: to go on vacation at least once a month.
i have
: the two funniest kids in the world.
i dislike
: people who are offended easily.
i miss
: hanging out with my friends who live far away.
i fear
: snakes. immensely. to the extent of shaking and cowering in fear.
i feel
: sad when my kids trip and fall. it's like they're embarrassed.
i hear
: my kids laughing with their dad and random songs on itunes.
i smell
: apple lotion i just put on.
i crave
: good chips and salsa from anywhere.
i usually
: read a lot.
i search
: for good bargains on clothes.
i wonder: where i will be in twenty years. if my kids will make good choices.

i regret
: not having more tolerance for people.
i love
: shopping, playing with my kids, doing things with trav, and hanging out with my friends.
i care
: about what happens to all my siblings.
i always
: drink coke:).
i worry
: very little, surprisingly. my husband is really optimistic, so it's hard to worry about stupid stuff. i do worry about something happening to someone i love.
i am not:
as mean or as ornery as i used to be.
i remember
: any phone number i've ever dialed. if i dialed it one time, it's permanently in my brain. stupid skill. i also remember every name of every person i ever meet.
i believe
: that we all choose whether or not we want to be happy.
i dance
: rarely. when my kids are monkeying around.
i sing
: in my car. sometimes in the shower if i want to annoy travis.
i don’t always
: have the best attitude about stuff.
i argue
: for the sake of arguing. unfortunately, my husband and i both like to strategize:).
i write
: when i need to get my feelings out.
i win
: at dr. mario against trav every time we play.
i lose
: at speed every time we play.
i wish
: bad things didn't happen to little kids.
i listen
: fairly well most of the time.
i don't understand
: why people want life to be hard sometimes.
i can usually be found:
cleaning my house, playing with my kids, at the pool or at the mall.
i am scared
: of the reason that we all need food storage.
i need
: a pedicure.
i forget
: to check the pockets before doing the laundry. for some reason, i don't think that should be my job.
i am happy
: when i make other people happy.

House Projects & Destruction

I got a new couch. What do you think? I love it. Since Trav and I sleep on the couch often (for naps and sometimes at night if we're too lazy to go to bed) we had to have on that is comfortable. And that end in front of the window is just wide enough for both of us:).

I love my husband. I truly do. But when he does things like cut metal with a wood saw right in front of our sliding glass door, this is what happens. So $400 later, we will have a new door on Monday. I'm just glad it didn't shatter both panes, although it wouldn't have mattered since you have to replace them both anyway. BUT my kids were standing right in front of it when it happened, so it was better this way. It was kind of cool to see it spiderweb and shatter in about 2 seconds. Literally. Not four hundred dollars cool, but still cool. This happened the day he was supposed to leave for DC. This just added to the ten reasons we didn't feel it was good for him to go. So he stayed home.
But, the end result is totally worth it. Here's the top deck.
Here's the view from the backyard. Awesome. Travis rocks. Really, at the beginning, he had no idea how to build a deck. He figured it out and it's even stable. Anyone want to come to a barbecue to make sure it holds more than four people?
So, since Project Deck is done, we figured we'd jump right into something else a week before Trav starts classes for his PhD. Let's finish the basement. Destination Homes sucks and our bathroom in the basement is laid out horribly, so here's Trav chunking through the cement to move all the pipes. Another thing he doesn't know how to do, but he's proven himself already. He said he's going to go to the library and rent a book on it tonight. What a dork.
He told me this one could be for my own personal scrapbook. I told him I'm totally posting it on our blog. Ha ha ha.
We also had the brat head for a few days while her parents were in Newport Beach. I threw away my high chair after Emory because I HATED it, so she had to eat on the floor. Don't worry, she ate all that macaroni off her pants. The kid is happiest when she's eating.
This is what happens when my kids have to go to bed. They lose their arms and legs and I have to carry them. The other day I heard the loudest thud and Jaxon had fallen off the couch because he didn't have any arms. They are so weird.


Oh, and Emory potty trained herself yesterday. Little crap has fought us for THREE WEEKS. We sit back in the bathroom with her and beg most days. So yesterday when Trav got in the shower he told her if she needed to go to just do it herself. Well, she did, and then did it all day yesterday. We even went to a ward campout last night (which was really fun to all you lame people who didn't come), and we took her little potty and she hasn't had an accident yet. I hate potty training with a passion. I don't know how to do it.

Life is good. I feel a little sick, but nothing like the other two, and I can usually head it off if I stuff my face. Which is why I will weigh three hundred pounds when I'm done with this one. But we went to the doctor on Thursday, and there's only one baby (despite my wishing for two so I could be done) and there is a healthy heartbeat. I try not to think about it too much because it is so far away. I'm just grateful I still feel pretty well. Thank goodness for medication. And will everyone please wish me a boy? One girl is more than enough.

Anybody want to go to the pool this week? I just realized we're almost out of summer.....

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Neighbors & Prayers

Let me just preface this post by saying I live in the most wonderful neighborhood in the world. Anyone who lives here can second me on that. It is the most friendly, helpful environment on the planet. I love it here, and although when we moved here we only planned to stay for a few years, we may be here forever. Everyone around here is like my family.

I haven't been feeling myself lately. Luckily, I have not felt half as sick as I did with my first two, and I keep thinking if this it all it is, I can handle it. But I have been a little emotional. Let's just say someone went a little too long without refilling her medication. And while I recognize that I'm being emotional over nothing, it's next to impossible to make it stop. I'm assuming every female out there knows exactly what I mean. I pride myself on being much more mellow than I used to be, and on being able to recognize when I'm being irrational. But recognizing it and making it go away are two separate things. So...Travis is at scout camp for three days. I know, three days, no big deal. Shouldn't be. But I realized how much he is my rock. It's hard for me to have energy without him here refilling me. Sounds dumb, but it makes sense to me. He didn't go to DC last week because neither one of us felt good about it, so I thought this would be no big deal. But he left yesterday, and I melted down by last night. I thought my kids thought I was mean, I thought I was mean to my kids, I didn't feel good and I was so so tired of it all. Wah wah wah. But it was a rough night. Well, I said a little prayer to my Heavenly Father to help me and I went to sleep. Everything looks better in the morning.

Today was a much better day. The kids got to play at the Sumko's for awhile, so they were happier about being out of the house. I took a little nap and then we met grandma for dinner and helped her clean out her chapel. I kept my cool all day and haven't felt sick at all. It really has been so nice. I can't complain about that, because I know how much worse it can be.

Well, tomorrow is garbage day. I have been dreading this, and most of you will make fun of me for why. Smells make me gag. They make me puke, and right now my stomach is not at its best. Well, my rock, my genius of a husband went fishing last Saturday and left his fish remains in the garbage can. The stench has been horrible. I made him put the can outside before he left, but it was still going to be up to me to drag it to the curb. When I got home tonight at 9 PM, for some reason I just didn't want to do it. I didn't want to throw up, and I didn't want to run the risk of being sick for the rest of the night. Subconsciously I had been dreading it all day, but I hadn't really acknowledged it to myself because I'm not that lame.

I pulled in my driveway and someone had already taken it out. Now, the best part about this is I thought of about ten people it could have been, who are aware my husband is gone and that I might be sick. I called three before I discovered it was my next door neighbor. He acted like it was no big deal, but to me it was. I needed the reminder that my Heavenly Father is aware of me, for even the smallest things. That even if I melt down, he doesn't want me to have to deal with all the little things that might make me crack. That even if I'm too stubborn to ask, He'll still send me little answers to remind me to rely on Him.

Dumb stinky garbage can might not seem like a big deal to some, but it was a huge reminder to me. So to all of you who listen to the promptings of the Spirit and help others, even when it seems like it's not a big deal, thank you. You make the world a better place:).