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Last week Miss A had her Kindergarten open house. We were all so excited we could hardly stand it. And since this means summer is nearing its end, we decided to squeeze in some more of our bucket list in as well.</div>
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It was a perfect morning. Bug ran the boys out to my moms while A and I got ready. There may have been some slight misunderstanding that a certain someone thought they were actually <i>starting</i> school that day, but once that was cleared up all was well.</div>
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We met her teacher, which is a "Mr."</div>
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We found her desk, coat hook, and cubby.</div>
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She tentatively explored the playground and discovered where the bathroom is.</div>
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As she shyly made a few new friends, </div>
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I was noting how she had at least 2 inches of height on all the other classmates.</div>
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I think we are ready.</div>
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Then we were off for a mickey mouse pancake for her, </div>
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and a greek skillet for me and french toast for Bug at Eggs In The City.</div>
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Followed by a walk across the street where she picked out a small stuffed animal </div>
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despite me wanting her to get an adorable lunch box, </div>
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and Bug trying to push a pack of erasers as her purchase (due to the small price tag).</div>
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With time still to kill we also went to the library.</div>
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Bug reads a lot to the kids every night, but he has just started reading chapter books with Miss A.</div>
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They zipped through <u>Charlotte's Web,</u> and are now onto <u>Matilda</u>, which A loves because she is the same age as Matilda. I love that we are all readers around here.</div>
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And then we made our way Liberty Park. This time to ride the paddle boats.</div>
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A has been requesting this <i>all</i> summer.</div>
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I was just certain I didn't want to be in a boat with a two year old that couldn't be strapped down and who has no fear of water, so it was actually pleasant since it was just the three of us.</div>
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(Although next year if she insists on going again, we will be canoeing)</div>
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On the way back to pick up her brothers we talked and talked about all the different jobs people have.</div>
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I was impressed the Bug and I could come up with so many.</div>
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Then I asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up.</div>
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She didn't know.</div>
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So we came up with some more.</div>
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Still nothing.</div>
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So then I asked her if she could work at any place, where would be the most fun?</div>
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And without a moment's hesitation she said: "Grandma's House."</div>
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Can't believe it, but I think she's ready. </div>
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I'm declaring her officially old enough for Kindergarten.</div>
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We are working on packing in the rest of our summer to-do list. One of which was ride the rides at Liberty Park. Which, for the record, scare Bug & I since they seem a little precarious but the kids LOVE. The things you do for your kids, right?</div>
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Loved our night at the park. Now we just have to squeeze in a few more summer fun activities in the next week and a half. (But aren't you proud of me...THREE blog posts in one day?)cleverly contenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248821229862110491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925233180897632482.post-25017875006762057642012-08-15T11:05:00.005-07:002012-08-15T11:05:52.037-07:00three months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
He's three months old. Already. </div>
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And I haven't written in his journal since<i> long</i> before he was born. (We seem to be finding out every day how its true the third kid has a different experience than that of the first, or even the second kid) Three months and he's roughly the size of an average 7 month old. Three months old and he sleeps through most nights, as long as its in his bouncy chair. Three months old and he smiles and coos, making doing anything else but soaking in each smile and coo impossible. Three months old, and I find myself pulling out his older brothers boxed up clothes from when he was this size, and its filled with fleeces and Christmas outfits...which will not do for the middle of August. Three months old and wishing there was a way to stop the clock.</div>
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Sure do love this little guy. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small; text-align: start;"> He might not have any written memories from me, <br />but he should at least know he got cuddled constantly every day since he was born. </span> </td></tr>
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cleverly contenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248821229862110491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925233180897632482.post-89423044760787871302012-08-15T10:45:00.001-07:002012-08-15T10:45:35.081-07:00one for Heidi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
As most of you know, my twin sis moved an entire state away. (and I will be forever bummed about it)</div>
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Anyway, I have made some recent changes around the house, and tried to explain them via phone calls but nothing like a good visual. (We have always been partners in crime when it comes to crafting, re-purposing, and projects around the house.) So this is for her sake, but your welcome to take a peek as well.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's the chalk board I made (my first one) and I used one of Merilynn's frames she gave me that was her moms. The framed line drawing is one A drew of the three kids-my favorite.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Remember the gold peacock I bought on one of our consignment days? Decided a coat of white would make it feel more up to date. Still have to hit it with some varnish.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Moved my birdhouse here (per Rach's suggestion. Think I am going to move the painting on the wall behind it elsewhere and have gigantic pics of the ABC kids here.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New lamps, and moved grandma's chair in front of the window<br />(you should have seen the load of stuff I dropped off at Emile Jaynes...and the sweet check in the mail)<br />Oh and note the pillow color peeking out behind B's head.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my mini gallery wall (inspired by my friend Annie)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Note the tiny print with the red balloon in Bs room. <br />That is what sparked all of the above changes throughout the rest of the house.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bs room some more. Don't know if you can see, but have those blocks <br />you made for Cmas one year in front of his pic. Remember all our homemade Christmas craziness?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baby Cs room, and a glimpse of baby C himself. <br />(spent the night in his crib already!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The hot air balloons you help me construct.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My new favorite (and cheap) discovery:<br />the photo gallery at costco. Pictures are WAY cheap.<br />The 2 prints are from there, and the quote I whipped up.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Recognize the squirrel?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Of course I had to toss these silhouettes together for book club.<br />B's looks like he could be African American to me. Not sure how that came about.<br />More tinkering might be needed there. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A's room downstairs. Sorry this is a dark picture.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A found out I was taking pictures for you, and wanted to say Hi to her cousin.<br />"Hi"</td></tr>
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There you have it. Just went this morning to sign A up for more Kindergarten stuff. And my biggest decision thus far was whether to get her the cute school tee shirt with blue cap sleeves or the pink one, which was SO not as cute, but I know she would kill me if she didn't get the pink. How did they get to be so old? And so fond of pink?<br />
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Miss you. And lie to me and tell me our front room doesn't look like a pair of 90 year olds live here now.cleverly contenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248821229862110491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925233180897632482.post-3760216230061762522012-08-10T08:30:00.002-07:002012-08-10T08:30:43.545-07:00our july<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
She turned five. Five! I can't believe it. On her special day she confided in me that although she was five, she didn't <i>feel</i> five. I asked her how old she felt. She said "I still feel like I'm four. Hmm. Maybe I'll feel more like I'm five tomorrow."</div>
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The day was filled with fun. Fun with friends at the zoo, fun with mom getting her nails done, and fun with family at the park. She also requested a cupcake cake with pink frosting. This girl is still all about pink.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">p.s. we are major fans of the new exhibits at the zoo</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baby C is gets a lot of loves from his cousins</td></tr>
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After partying at the park we enjoyed Slurpee's on the porch. Miss A said: "Oh look what the sun gave me for my birthday-a pink sky!"</div>
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I know she's still only five, but it seems like the days a zipping by so fast that the moments of her sitting in her favorite sparkle covered princess dress will soon just be a remote memory. Love this little girl.</div>
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And lately it seems Mr. B has been MIA on the blog, so here he is at his finest: enjoying some overhead train action. <br />
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And Baby C is our little cooing, smiling machine. Love this baby. Already 3 months have slipped by us. Pretty sad about that. Wish there was a way to bottle up snuggling with him so it would last forever.<br />
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In other news, we spent an adventurous weekend at a cabin with my parents and sisters kids. I think the screaming didn't stop since we arrived until we got in the car to go. Sure did miss our "Colorado Cousins" that weekend as well. You know its going to be a fun time when Candy Land and bunk beds are on the itinerary.<br />
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Nothing beats eating a powdered doughnut.</div>
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And this kid crawled in and out of his bed so many times, he eventually ended up sleeping with me in the double-sized bed while Bug spent the night on the floor. It's a good thing he's so cute...<br />
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And lastly, Bug and I celebrated nine years together this summer. Nine years, three different houses, three kids, and it still seems like it was yesterday. Sure am glad that I get many more with this guy. (Who knows me well enough by now that on our anniversary date night commented that since I wasn't wearing jewelry must be because I was expecting to be getting some. Well, now that you mention it...)</div>
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Can't believe the summer is almost at a close. But it seems like I say that about everything these days. Darn it that it goes by all too quickly.cleverly contenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248821229862110491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925233180897632482.post-6382996511777203512012-07-09T14:13:00.003-07:002012-07-09T14:13:34.963-07:00Blessing Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Last week we had the pleasure of blessing little Baby C. It's an event that is anxiously anticipated around here, and it didn't disappoint with how well the day went. </div>
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I was nervous about not only getting to church on time, but with three kids which we haven't yet done. Enter good friends and family: thanks to an awesome neighbor who picked Miss A up on our doorstep with dripping wet hair, and brought her to church with a french braid and fun surprise in tow. I was nervous about Mr. B tearing up the house like any other 2 year old would do, but thanks to my parents he spent the night with them and showed up at church the next morning, ready to go. So that meant Bug and I just had to get ourselves and baby C to church. It was heaven! (Note to self: in a hundred years when I am a grandma, remember to take grandkids off new parents hands to help alleviate pressure on blessing day) </div>
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We have the greatest family, who brought delicious food and then also practice the "leave no trace" philosophy when they leave a party. They cleaned up so quickly and efficiently that we were certain our neighbors wouldn't even know we had a house full before they got home from the full 3 hour block of church. </div>
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Baby C was perfect through the blessing, and according to reports from the men, spent the whole thing looking straight into his dad's face. Seriously love peeking at the spectacle of one of my children circled about by such good priesthood holders. And so grateful for a good husband who prepares so fastidiously for such an event like this.</div>
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The only downside of the day was not having my twin sister & family there...we miss you Lloyds.</div>
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The actual blessing day I got very few pictures, and when I finally remember Baby C wasn't in a good mood...at all. And Mr. B was already down for a nap. So Miss A and I had our own blessing day photo shoot later on. (which of course we did while it was B's nap time...I promise he still is in our family) </div>
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We also celebrated the 4th in style, although you'll have to just take my word for it because I didn't get a picture of the decorated Jazzy this year. But trust me, it made it out in the parade and hauled these two around. I hung out with baby C in the shade to stay cool, but Bug would have you believe it was because I am embarrassed to be associated with him when he's all "jazzed up." <br />
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Love these little ones so much.cleverly contenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248821229862110491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925233180897632482.post-70519438908078761462012-06-21T10:20:00.000-07:002012-06-21T10:20:45.840-07:00six weeks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Six weeks, and we've had some big changes. Or maybe just one big change that has affected every aspect of our lives. Six weeks ago (today, actually) we became a family of five. Here are some of the highlights: </div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Nightly bedtime stories where they all pile in together and read. Love that this is </span><i style="background-color: white;">their</i><span style="background-color: white;"> thing.</span></div>
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A big thanks to everyone who helped before baby C was born. A & B basically moved in with my parents the week before he was born because I was good for absolutely nothing. </div>
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And here we are at the hospital. Yes, I went natural. Yep, it was hard. (I feel like I knew what I was getting into since with A & B my epidurals never kicked in, but still had a third kid anyway.) This time was MUCH better however, because we were a lot more proactive about labor instead of crossing our fingers and hoping the medicine would kick in. And it was really, really fast. Was induced at 11:30 a.m. (after being in labor for 2 weeks already on and off, was really frustrated about needing pitocin, but became game for it after being 4 days over due). My doctor broke my water at 1:00 and as you know, that when things always get moving. Baby C was born by 2:30p.m. It flew by so fast my Doula didn't even have time to unzip the bag of things she brought to help labor along. I kept telling everyone we still had a few more hours to go because that's how the other two have gone. But my doctor barely made it back to catch the baby. And I am just happy not to be super pregnant. (Have I mentioned he was a ginormous baby? 9 lbs 14 oz? The pediatrician said that's like giving birth to a 2 month old)<br />
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Here's a picture of my Doula for everyone who is interested: and yes I would <i>highly</i> recommend hiring one.<br />
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Bug was SO proud of me I think that he got a high off of the natural delivery as well. Which, let it be known here: I am a fraud. If I knew that epidurals worked for me the way they are supposed to, going natural wouldn't even be a consideration for me. But now that its all said and done, SO glad I did it this way.<br />
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The big sister has been obsessed with her baby brother, and hasn't seemed to wane interest so far. In fact she really wanted to bring my breast pump to preschool show and tell, but mean mom that I am we had her choose something else. <br />
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And Miss A graduated from preschool. Can't stand how old she is getting. And that sh<span style="background-color: white;">e starts KINDERGARTEN this next year. Seriously where does the time go?</span></div>
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Miss A also had a big dance recital, which I love that she has no hesitations about getting up and preforming. But that also meant around our house that preschool and dance were over for the summer leaving me with 3 kids. (still haven't taken them to the grocery store with me...pretty sure I'd have a nervous breakdown)</div>
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Taking good care of the little one. This baby gets a fourth as much sleep as the other two since he is constantly woken up by kisses and other good intentions by his siblings.</div>
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And big brother B has some interest in this new baby brother, but has other things on his mind for the most part. Like playing outside all day long. I had Bug install a full-on hotel room lock on the front door before he had to go back to work so that this little escape artist wouldn't run out the front door while I was nursing his brother. (To my friends who just had their first baby: please take a nap when your baby is napping for my sake.)<br />
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We sure love our little guy. He is a great baby. He's already given us a scare earlier in the week when Bug found a lump when changing his diaper one night. I was a nervous wreck about it, and hated every moment in the doctors office when they had to cut it open. Knives and needles...and only sugar water to calm him down. These are my <i>least </i>favorite moments as a mom. But he is doing better much. Just crossing our fingers that the abscess doesn't come back. But little baby C was nothing but a doll about it all.</div>
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<li><span style="background-color: white;">Already lost B on one of our initial outings. Traumatized me so much that I have sworn off going to parks without Bug for a year. </span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;">Felt like a rock star the first time our family of FIVE attended church (which we have 9:00 a.m. church)...never mind we only were there 2ish out of 3 hours. And that when I heard Baby C crying in the corner, I wondered who's baby it was before cluing in.</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;">Getting okay amounts of sleep...having a newborn is hard on that no matter what.</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;">Spending the entire morning getting everyone ready to go to my mom's house, loading up the car with projects and kids to find out at the last minute the car was dead. (Glad that after I piled everyone out my sister came and picked us up so we could still make it out for the day)</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;">Completely obsessed with getting this little guy to smile at us. I think it's all our favorite thing at the moment. And super happy that it confirmed he has a dimple too.</span></li>
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Six weeks have already flown by. Six weeks! I keep thinking of the quote "The days are long but the years are short." Couldn't believe in it more. So, just trying to store up all the precious moments of cuddling up with my little guy.cleverly contenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248821229862110491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925233180897632482.post-33184194703062875042012-04-24T10:59:00.003-07:002012-04-24T10:59:54.537-07:00making me happy<br />
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<li>the weather (hello sunshine!)</li>
<li>a husband that understands that although I love the sun, we must also run our A/C non-stop now.</li>
<li>and since we are on the subject: a husband that takes kids on nightly "jazzy rides around the neighborhood to give me some rest time, runs my bubble baths for me, rubs my feet, does the dishes and laundry, shampoos the carpet, hangs nursery decor to my <i>exact </i>specifications, and participates in my hypnosis. All without a complaint, mind you. </li>
<li>family (especially a great mom) that watches these two kids regularly while I find myself either at the doctors office or hospital weekly.</li>
<li>friends...man and what great ones I have! From all the texts and phone calls checking in to see if kid #3 has made it here yet, and offers to take them off my hands for a while, to the friend who brought a bag full of movies (mainly involving talking puppies) for the kids to watch while I put my feet up.</li>
<li>But best of all was yesterday arriving home to a friend who not only brought me <i>my</i> favorite flavored Jamba Juice but one for the kids to share between them so I could sip away on my own. It was heaven. Especially since they pulled their lawn chairs out and sat for a full 15 minutes sipping away.</li>
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<li>Also making me happy is our little B's obsession with hats lately. You can count on him sporting something on his head if you run into us or drop by. The Easter Bunny brought him a bubble blower this year and he often can be found outside mowing the lawn while wearing his great grandpa's stetson. I have yet to get a picture, but am dying to get one because it's super hilarious. One day soon I'll move quick enough to snap some decent pictures around here.</li>
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So grateful for all the help & well wishes. I am in the final stretch. If I don't go into labor this week I will probably get induced next week. (So cross your fingers for me!) I have been laboring on and off for a week or more now and have had the nurses tell me they know they'll see me back in the delivery room that same afternoon...only to stop contractions later. It's been hard on my body, and the sudden heat rush hasn't been kind to my feet/ankles. </div>
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All this just helps me to know: I am ready. Can't wait to be nuzzling a newborn around here. (And to walk somewhere quickly.) Family of 5 here we come!</div>cleverly contenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248821229862110491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925233180897632482.post-33061984048105862312012-04-10T12:37:00.000-07:002012-04-10T12:37:41.027-07:00spring<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This Easter came way to quickley! I was so disappointed when it snowed the Friday morning before, but the weather sure did pull through as best as it could for us. </div>
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Love the neighborhood egg hunts, having the Easter Bunny as a motivator to be extra good, and the bright and sunny colors that fill up the primary room in Church as all the little kids wear their new Easter outfits. </div>
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This year Little B got the whole egg hunt thing, but just preferred digging in Grandma & Grandpa's dirt. And so that is what he did.<br />
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Also loving this springtime(ish) weather. We got out to the zoo (hoping to induce labor) and it was a fun day. Except it looks highly suspicious that we picked up a turtle while we were there.<br />
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All the cousins...which getting them all clustered together and looking in the same-ish direction is one thing. Getting them to all smile at the same time was another.<br />
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Also with spring comes kite flying weather. I think this is my most favorite activity we have done the past several Sundays after eating dinner at Grandma & Grandpa's house. We all head down to the park and basically just watch the kids run back and forth a million times. Who cares if the kite catches wind or not, this is one activity that tuckers everybody out.</div>
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Randomly, this morning A told her little brother that he was "eating like a creature, and not a human." Am I ready to add an additional boy to this craziness? We have the nursery ready to go in anticipation for the next arrival. Yesterday morning I couldn't find little B so I went searching because it was too quiet. Found him lying in the babies crib eating A's Easter candy. cleverly contenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248821229862110491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925233180897632482.post-13991927532844284562012-04-03T13:54:00.000-07:002012-04-03T14:32:39.854-07:00still kickingI promise I am still alive. Just busy...with you know, stuff. Here's the run down because I feel like just jumping right in after taking the last 4 months off.<br />
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I have officially 5 more weeks to go before baby #3 is due. But it's become a battle between me & my doctor about inducing me early. (I don't want to, he does.) I am measuring a month ahead and have for a while. Don't get all excited and toss the twin word around or miscalculated due date on me (unless you want me to turn grumpy). I have extra amniotic fluid. Which also comes with the bonus that I have to run up to the hospital every week until my due date to have Non Stress Tests done. I feel really good about how big I am. I even let my sister talk me into buying skinny jeans upon entering the 3rd trimester. That or I have a real tendency for self-destructive behavior.<br />
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And for those who don't know, baby #3 is a boy. Miss A is more than thrilled & every day her excitement increases as she talks about plans for the baby. Her latest concern just yesterday was where the baby would sleep when her & her brother go to grandma's for sleepovers. We do have a name picked out, but we are one of <em>those </em>people and are keeping it to ourselves until the little guy is here.<br />
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I am getting excited and nervous for labor. This time (as previously mentioned) I will skip paying the anesthesiologist to hang out feeling guilty he can't help me, and making the decision ahead of time I will be going natural. Really looking forward to having my doula there as well. (side note: this is why getting induced early doesn't sound terrific to me.) Bug and I have been practicing our hypnosis as well. Bug feels like its pretty powerful and he is ready to have a pain-free delivery. I am still a little apprehensive. At least it helps me to relax.<br />
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As a result of pregnancy the nesting has begun. I know that among some of my family and friends the word "nesting" has a negative connotation. I love it. I feel like Bug has to take my ridiculous whims seriously. So Miss A has been slowly giving over her room to the nursery, and gaining an adorable bedroom downstairs. Its complete with beautiful wallpaper that her grandma helped put up when she grew up here. There's something extra charming in knowing that connection.<br />
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The highlight of the past week + was my twin sister visiting with her kids. It was so fun to have them here. We filled our days with outings all around the valley. And the nights were filled with yummy dinners together, a girls movie night out, and my favorite: our family tradition of a pedicure party in honor of the current mother-to-be. It was filled with delicious food and me not having to try and bend over my gigantic belly to try and paint my toes. So fun.<br />
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Baby clothes are sorted once again. Nursery still needs to be painted (hopefully this week?). My hair is in desperate need of some attention from my stylist (thank you hormones for sparking this abundance of regrowth). Getting really antsy to start working on my consignment projects. And also looking forward to having the ability to walk somewhere fast. <br />
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But most of all can't wait to snuggle a new little tiny one.cleverly contenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248821229862110491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925233180897632482.post-80723122103485758082011-12-22T15:16:00.000-08:002011-12-22T15:16:39.190-08:00around here<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Started off the season with Miss A's much anticipated dance recital. </div>
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We were both worried she'd become really shy preforming in front of so many people, but she surprised us by being really anxious to get up on the stage. Such a fun moment. Mr B was super into the music, and danced his heart out the entire time. Maybe next year we'll enroll him? (Oh wait, Bug says: never.)<br />
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That night we hit up the ward party. It was beautiful! (who knew an LDS cultural hall could be?) And the main event for our family was the big guy who made his appearance at the very end. Miss A was really, <i>really</i> nervous. Bug took her to say hello at our local pharmacy, Jolley's, and she was<i> not interested. </i> She said she'd "tell him what I want next year." But after a lot of prep work and coaxing, she said, "Mom, I'm ready. Let's go do this" and marched up on the stage to put her order into Santa. Which for the record this year is a unicorn pillow pet. <br />
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Bug and I made it to our first experience of the Christmas Carol at Hale Theater. It did not disappoint. I see why its a family tradition for many. We are on & off season ticket holders and usually love what Hale does, but what can I say when you work with a classic to begin with? We were both touched and felt the Christmas spirit(s).<br />
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Also, the house has put up a good effort to make us all feel a little more cheery. I swear we kill at least 30 minutes every day with all the advents and countdowns. Love it.<br />
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If you look closely, you'll see our family elf riding the reindeer. He's not tricky or naughty like some other elves we hear of (thank goodness), but he's brought some fun gifts randomly along the way.<br />
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On top of my hutch is one of grandma & grandpa Myers nativities. Another result of us inheriting the house & all that was in it. Couldn't bring myself to watch it ship off to the DI.<br />
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The tree: in which miss A adds to daily with homemade ornaments and mr. B subtracts from daily.<br />
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This year I finally decided to get different Christmas Stockings. Ours previous to this were horrible. I knew what I wanted: something skinny and classic. Skinny because, so sue me, I don't really understand the hype over Christmas Stockings. It just seems like another excuse to spend more money. So this year, I am hoping old St. Nick himself will address letters to the kids.<br />
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Also in the stockings my kids are going to find these. (You may have seen the squirrel made from a glove floating around pintrest ) Here we have a raccoon and a fox. I finally caved and made something homemade this year after wholeheartedly swearing it off. These 2 only took an afternoon, and everything else on the to-do list was under control. </div>
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And we are obsessing over the new baby on the way. Can't wait for Christmas morning to officially talk it over in detail with the kids. </div>
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We've also celebrated by driving through the cemetery to look at the beautiful luminaries and visit our well-missed loved ones. (being pregnant during the holidays sure brings on a lot of tears)<br />
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Our Christmas present from Bug's parents was to go see "Annie" the play, and so we took our Ms. A on a date night while Mr. B had his own fun with Grandma Hammond. Ms. A didn't know how to act with so much attention. We talked about polite behaviors on a date, asked each other how our days were, and enjoyed a great time at the theater.<br />
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We've also been back to Christmas Street, and it's redeemed itself somewhat in our eyes, though not entirely forcing us to scout out "good Frosty's" within a 7 mile radius.<br />
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And that's about it. We've partied, sang out to rockin' Christmas tunes, ate seasonal delicacy's, reserved our Christmas Eve movie tickets, have plans to go see the lights at Temple Square, and get our exercise delivering the 12 days each night.<br />
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This year Santa is in for a real treat at our house. Instead of finding the usual sugar cookie laid out for his arrival we are making Southern Rice Krispie Date Balls. (worst name for the best little treat) Our family is going to start calling them Snowballs.</div>
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I got this recipe the other night from a friend, Natalie, in our old neighborhood. She commissioned me to do several paintings for her for Christmas last year, and when I stopped by to drop them off she had a batch of these Snowballs on hand. I pride myself in being somewhat adventurous in my eating, willing to try it all once, and found myself in heaven when I tried these. Ever since I have had them on the back of my mind and asked for the recipe (& was promptly rewarded...love good friends).</div>
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And for the record, I have never, ever bought dates before until yesterday let alone cooked with them until this afternoon. But there was nothing to fear. If you are unfamiliar with this fruit: familiarize yourself with it. </div>
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1 stick of butter<br />
1 cup of sugar<br />
1 pack of chopped dates (8 oz) (I chopped them myself, but make sure you get them pitted)<br />
2 cups Rice Krispie cereal<br />
1 teaspoon vanilla<br />
confectioners sugar (enough to coat balls)<br />
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Put butter, sugar, and chopped dates in a sauce pan. Cook on medium low heat
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Take off heat and stir in Rice Krispies and vanilla.<br />
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You can also add a cup of chopped nuts if you like. Pecans are good.<br />
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Pour date mixture in a pan and let it cool. You don't want it totally cold,
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Take pieces of the mixture and shape into balls. It helps if you put a little
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Roll balls in confectioners sugar.<br />
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That's it. Very easy. Very tasty. And even your four-year-old will love helping you with this one. <br />
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I am taking mine tonight to my family party...thinking about not telling them there are dates in it at first to see their reaction?<br />
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Happy Snowballing!<br />
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<li><i>So</i> prepared for Christmas this year it's scary. But this, however, could be largely related to the fact that I have banned myself from any homemade gifts. That's right, bring on the thoughtless commercialism over here. </li>
<li>Spent the night outdoors at Zoo Lights in the subzero weather with my side of the family. Got a little awkward when random people assumed our mass meant there was free hot chocolate and donuts for all. And then it just got really, really cold.</li>
<li>Met with our potential doula last week. Went relatively well. Okay, I admit that when she was talking about tender moments she's witnessed in other births I totally started crying. I blame it generally on my raging hormones, but must admit I am <i>so</i> ready for a good birth experience. And the third time WILL be the charm. </li>
<li>Speaking of pregnancy the 4 year old hasn't officially been told that number 3 is on it's way. Sure, shes suspicious especially since we brought the bassinet home and are storing it in the spare bedroom. Christmas morning will be the big announcement. In fact we are going to have the ultrasound tech wait to inform us if its a girl or boy and all discover together Christmas morning.</li>
<li>I'm just going to say it: telling the 2 year old boy "don't touch the Christmas Tree" 50 times a day and then some is getting a little old...and it's only the 7th. Sigh.</li>
<li>Found three potential holiday go-to outfits yesterday while out shopping with a friend. Everything about this is a plus.</li>
<li>Neighbor gifts (or lack thereof) were officially all delivered last night. We have always lived in a neighborhood that supports a local charity instead of gift-giving. As far as I know, this neighborhood doesn't have the same deal going, so we decided to deliver cards that explain that's what we do. Stressed forever about how this might come across, but it is done. </li>
<li>And if there's room for total negativity in my thoughts today: Christmas Street has been a bit disappointing this year. There used to be a huge inflatable Frosty in one of the yards and he is not to be found anywhere. And this family has two young very dedicated Frosty groupies that are severely disappointed. Any suggestions? </li>
<li>Although I profess to be all squared away for the 25th, I'm still debating about Christmas cards. We failed to get family pictures this year (thank you pregnancy fog) so it'll be just a kid picture, but can't make up my mind if I should crank one out or not. Seeing as how we have yet to get a picture that I will endorse sending to 100 of my closest friends, we might opt out this year. And yet...</li>
<li>The 4 year old commented that we have 3 different nativities (she referred to them as Jesus's) in our living room right now. "Mom, we are SO lucky!"</li>
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Well let me fill you in. Santa (the big guy himself) has <i>us</i> on speed dial. That's right. He called us last week. Talked to <i>me</i> personally on the phone. (By the way, he said to tell you "hi") Anyway, turns out he had a specific message for our 4 year old. He needed her to carefully go through her toys and decide what she didn't need anymore so that there could be room for the new ones he's bringing on Christmas. (And oh boy, there will be some good stuff coming.)</div>
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I told miss A this as she was going to bed the night before Thanksgiving. ("Guess who just called?!") And she instantly assumed she would be giving away her Lion. You know, the toy she's slept with every night since she was around 3 months old? We assured her this wasn't the case, and that is was the toys she never plays with that other kids might like to play with.</div>
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It seemed to stress her out, because she kept bringing it up all the next day. I was busy with Thanksgiving prep and figured we'd go through her room together later with a garbage sack. But she beat me to it. With relief in her voice she came and told me she had found the toy:</div>
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Some little polly-pocket-something-or-other from a kid's meal prize. Great. Now I can call Santa back and tell him we have <i>loads</i> of room for him.<br />
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I then went through with the giant garbage bag (by myself) and made some selections from both kid's rooms (where do all these trinkets come from?) and will be stopping by the DI later while a certain someone is at dance class. <br />
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Let me know if you need a word put in with the big guy.cleverly contenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248821229862110491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925233180897632482.post-45120415057157958302011-11-23T08:40:00.001-08:002011-11-23T12:15:27.670-08:00the one about the kitchen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Last week for a Relief Society activity night, I was asked to speak on what I was grateful for. I actually found this really hard to do. How do you talk about how your life's been blessed without it coming across as how MUCH you have, perhaps lending others to start the comparison game of what they don't have.</div>
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Anyway, I chose some topics that I think worked and kept it light. You know me, sarcasm has always been my safety blanket. But I would like to share here what was forefront in my mind but didn't share.</div>
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It has been a little over a year since we made the<i> big</i> move to Grandma and Grandpa's house. I can't believe it. At this time a year ago we still had two of the most amazing grandparents around blessing our lives. December is when it disappeared all too quickly. But at this time last year, they had moved to assisted living, and us to their home. </div>
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It was hard at first, probably for too many reasons to list here. Hard to feel like we were suddenly invaded a space that was special not only to us, but all of our family as well. Yet, I really felt strongly that we needed to make this house our own. So two weeks solid were spent de-wallpapering. (possibly the <i>worst</i> way to spend one's time.) Each room had it's own special wallpaper. One room was even covered in a grass wallpaper that I discovered I was allergic to. It was exhausting but well worth all the effort to give us a clean canvas for our family's changes.</div>
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Before all the work began, we took some before pictures...you know of just the way Grandma and Grandpa had it. I just spent some time looking through them, and I am actually shocked at how there isn't a single room that looks totally different. It feels like <i>us</i> now when we walk in the door, but we kept some elements of our well-respected loved ones so they weren't erased.</div>
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Here are some before pictures of grandma and grandpa's kitchen.</div>
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It is important to note that the wall paper had pink ribbons and green artichokes in it. It wasn't until that came down that I realized the cabinets were two different colors (top and bottom). Also, for tall people that center row of cabinets were frustrating. Bug and I had differing opinions on this one: remove them all (me) or keep them for storage (bug). We ended up compromising in the end. <br />
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Although it was tempting to replace everything and start afresh, Bug reminded me we have a <strike>ridiculously tight </strike><i>modest </i>budget. Actually these cabinets are amazing. Each drawer rolls out, there are specific drawers for flour and sugar, a spice cabinet that is the envy of some, and very solidly built. I just wasn't digging the fleshy color. Or the yellow counter-tops for that matter. What can I say?<br />
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Enter in simply solutions time: paint the cabinets. I have always dreamed of having a white kitchen. And I am not disappointed. Although pounding out this project in a weekend was a bit overkill on my part. But this meant instead of forking out $ for cabinets I could upgrade our laminate counter tops and the stove top to gas...enter in my unbridled excitement! <br />
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Other loves: how it has brightened this room up, the new hardware (I admit, I cried when I put it on...but that was admittedly probably due most to fatigue), the granite counter tops, the tin back-splash under the microwave...I could go on and on.<br />
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I would't feel right if I left out the disclaimer that when the project fund gets back up again, we will attack the flooring. (so sue me if white carpet under the kitchen table isn't a favorite of mine...or laminate flooring. bleh.) And if I can pull it off: a new fridge (that doesn't stand out like a sore thumb) and a double oven that was made at least during my lifetime and not 3 decades earlier would be nice.<br />
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And has loved it ever since.cleverly contenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248821229862110491noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925233180897632482.post-52837431492739690372011-11-01T13:11:00.000-07:002011-11-01T13:11:43.850-07:00the halloween oneI shudder to think of the time when A finally realizes most people get to pick what they want to be for Halloween. For now, I highly <strike>manipulate</strike> recommend what she will be each year. And since I know the window of recommending is closing quickly I like the kiddos to have some sort of theme.<br />
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Last year they were Little Bo Peep and her Sheep. This year they were yard art.<br />
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Behold the garden gnome. This gnome ran at top speeds the entire evening. And although he discarded the beard immediately, we count ourselves lucky he kept the hat on for most of the night. Also, I did clue in and roll up his sleeves after the picture was taken as well.<br />
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And every yard needs a pink flamingo. (thanks to my mom for her mad sewing skills on this one) A has a tutu, a wing cape, and tail feathers to complete her look. What 4 year old girl can't resist dressing in that much pink I ask you?<br />
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And for the first time in years, Bug and I got in on the action. These are the greatest pictures, but they'll give you the idea. Bug dressed up as my idol when I was 10: good old Bob Ross from The Joy of Painting. You know the guy, the one with the Afro on PBS who always talked like he was high on something other than life? And everything in his world was happy? Which inspired my costume as a Happy Little Tree. <br />
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She said "Mom I have a good idea: maybe I should wear my flamingo costume for Christmas!"</div>cleverly contenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248821229862110491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925233180897632482.post-46039210591083029932011-10-26T13:59:00.000-07:002011-10-26T13:59:30.775-07:00yepAround here, it seems some phrases just keep repeating themselves. Such as:<br />
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"Who's ready to watch another show?" (me to kids)<br />"I promise I got ready today" (me to Bug)<br />
"I don't feel so good." (me...about every hour)<br />
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Yep, it means that baby #3 is on its way. And our house seems to have shut down from day one. This one has been hard (not made any easier by the bout of stomach flu I experienced on top of the constant nausea). The house hasn't been cleaned in forever, my kids could easily file neglect charges against me, and Bug has been running all over this city to find some sort of food that will pass the test. And also might explain why I cut all cooking off my 30 before 30 list (gross) and celebrated on my actual birthday dinner at Crown Burger (unthinkable) because I let Bug pick the restaurant since nothing sounded remotely tempting. Don't feel too bad for me though, because the next night I was in the mood for steak and potatoes...<br />
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Don't get me wrong: we are definitely excited. The little one should make its debut in early May. One of my most favorite moments is in the doctor's office hearing the first sound of the heartbeat, the first connection to a tiny life. We haven't told the kids yet. Which, can you blame us? It would be like asking them what they wanted for Christmas in January. But I am sure A can't remember life before mom's tummy didn't hurt. She also excitedly discovered in the car the other day that we have room for one more kid in between her and her brother. Perhaps Santa will break the news?<br />
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Anyway, if you have had this funny feeling like I've fallen off the face of the earth...I have. But I'll be back. Just give me one more month and I'll be ready to tackle it all once more. I may even one day cook dinner for my family again.cleverly contenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248821229862110491noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925233180897632482.post-64708283860791399332011-09-27T12:10:00.000-07:002011-09-27T12:10:43.098-07:00what next?Well friends, I made it. All 30 goals were completed by my birthday, complete with a family getaway. Thanks for all of your support in helping me get there. It was really challenging to whip out all 30, especially since the day before my birthday I had my mom lined up to help me "sew something," and a friend take some pictures for my fb profile pic (which I felt insanely dorky doing) but it is done.<br />
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Here's to the next 30.cleverly contenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248821229862110491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925233180897632482.post-75321180667028289002011-09-07T14:57:00.000-07:002011-09-07T14:57:24.836-07:0030 before 30 update<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
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The countdown is on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have 2 weeks left ticking on the clock before the big birthday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And as you know, I have been working hard for about a year for this to happen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The big 30 before 30 list is nearly complete.</div>
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I have 25 goals accomplished.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>25!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That still leaves me 5 to do, but I remain optimistic about them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will graduate to the next decade of my life as a successfully list-crosser-offer if it kills me.</div>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in;">Sorted through every cupboard in my house. Now I know exactly how many towels, blankets and sheets we have.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hooray for us.</li>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in;">Invited 4 new neighbors to dinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I specifically signed up for the neighborhood progressive dinner for this one, and was under a different impression on how this would go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We ended up hosting 12 different couples for 3 different courses.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I feel I have satisfied this goal.</li>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in;">Hung a picture of the temple in our house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am picky about what goes on my walls, but if the general authorities bring this topic up again for conference, I say: bring it on.</li>
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cleverly contenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248821229862110491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925233180897632482.post-26572473499704436922011-08-01T09:14:00.000-07:002011-08-01T09:18:37.640-07:00augustit must be august since:<br /><br />:: my camera's memory card(s) are completely full<br />:: my blog has been untouched for about a month now<br />:: somethings scheduled on the calendar every night<br /><br />but don't worry friends. I am raising my right hand to post pictures of Bug dressed as a giant butterfly in honor of our little birthday girl; whip up some clever little post on my fear of the S (starts with s ends with pider); and generally take back control of my life in the next little bit.<br /><br />hello august.cleverly contenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248821229862110491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925233180897632482.post-72858977392403182692011-07-06T07:28:00.000-07:002011-07-06T08:04:46.735-07:00so you rememberDear Miss A & Mr B,<br /><br /><br />I recently read a book (Lift by Kelly Corrigan) that echoed a lot of my thoughts on motherhood. One point she brought up was how you won't remember a vast majority of your childhood, but if there's pictures it becomes more likely we'll all remember it. <br /><br />This weekend was one to remember. We had a great 4th of July. We packed in a trip to the drive-in to see Cars 2, borrowing grandpa's truck so you and your brother bounced around the entire time. None of us saw much of the movie, but it was fun all the same. <br /><br />We also went to a neighborhood BBQ where you had the good idea to catch your brother when he came down the slide. Didn't end up being a good idea, and I am still trying to get the blood stains out of your tee shirt. But you handled it like a champ, and it was quickly forgotten.<br /><br />We bought the cheap pack of fireworks from the grocery store (maybe some year your parents will be okay spending more $ on the good stuff, but not this one) and it was a hit every night before bedtime. You each got a pack of pop-its, and Mr. B you had to be up on dad's shoulders in order for your throw to pack enough punch (and thank you gravity) for yours to pop. I am sure the years are short when you'll be figuring out cool boy ways to pop those babies all on your own; no parental assistance needed.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626249687401471458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrAQbdJJaYKZxcy__ajZeNXqKNHLrHkFb_VnNvN12SfzG0iNIwW_yV3kpocKoCOyb9vu8UVYC8cy2RULBG9zNdWgOBxWr2YLB2PLgqpc5jwYPwhT9R8eXbc2noRPsx1cGkPWoRdb5DhANh/s320/P1030339.JPG" /></p><br /><p>And for the big neighborhood parade we decided to go big. So we jazzed out the jazzy. (Grandpa would've loved a patriotic ride, I am positive.) The look dad & I were going for was over-the-top. Dad spent some time testing out how to hook the wagon up to the jazzy properly with bungee chords. You decorated the wagon. It was one sweet ride. We made quite an impression on the new neighbors.</p><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626246897831116498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoX743oX_l8S__5BqKc3ZXEltBMIaAMlTx7zDezBaHCoYZWcent3OWBXOfF_NPiqEZiZtSrcNKiKpnbnS5UpRK1C7RXyUL10qCyMtc45-1eHG7H51LNLctvAQM-avIoQ4A7uQaw8mwmE0D/s320/P1030331.JPG" />Although we were pretty proud of ourselves, both of you were actually...hm, slightly apathetic? No real bursts of emotions. Just happy to be there. And then I realized: you think behavior like this is completely normal.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626248063767183682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYSDgBqm4KYG79mHIWy1XGXeXOl-1NRC0N8ydG8vQBwQ0-RFQ9lFuR3hjoo9PqqhTm2GiBE-Jape43P7ygV1Qsrh9vxmF30aMMBDsMayQeWMfGL7ip4U8rPN3N0OaMUxpaVTMgax5Vfg7D/s320/P1030334.JPG" /></p>And maybe for our family, it is. But I treasured it up this year, knowing that soon (all <em>too</em> soon) you will want absolutely nothing to do with your parents who think they are hilarious. That cramps a kid's reputation. I know, I know. I just want to remember the years when you thought we were just as funny, and didn't mind (in fact<em> loved</em>) any time spent with us.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626249085799046738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgJWtmkxFEiQPivq_69Kif0BXdKObjU4AZmX5Cqv89shfN1Q3SBl88YQN5lHX09f4pvJpJDD4j3XFzNd7BLSdRl0yd8POLuUb_CLHCTbZzwyJd3_ekiD_1-OQPdFEdGFWDNXvv7bk6gZm/s320/P1030336.JPG" /><br />And here she is: the Jazzy in action.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626249096078607810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJz1xOfZ4jqPeZuPqKJyp-HT4jpL7BOyVorry7UYxOgoPA9FgT7QS7zS0FSdZ8Azhjf0XBVIhKs_XN-CGkykrIaTb3sKBNbaJmr_up9-KV3ZeZlOH5zA7QEDvlZiu64jeTTL6XrVP6fCX/s320/P1030333.JPG" /><br />Your dad is so smart to figure out how she will look in motion when he was zip tying flag poles to the contraption. And, I hate to brag but I think its glaringly obvious that I am a Martha Stewart subscriber with those decorations. Makes a kid proud, I am sure.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>xoxo </div><br /><div>mom</div></div>cleverly contenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248821229862110491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925233180897632482.post-26449849717312902042011-06-23T09:03:00.000-07:002011-06-23T09:22:07.262-07:00thought you oughta know::The market went fantastically. I had the sunburn to prove it. The vibe was great, grateful for the visits from friends & supporters, and overall glad I did it. <br /><br />::I did have a nervous breakdown last week before the market. Pulling into the parking lot to meet my girlfriends & kiddos for a lunch date I was greeted by a ridiculously full parking lot. Normal reaction: park further away than planned and get there. Mine: burst into tears, hand over assigned food to friends and turn around back home. No more huge deadlines for me in a while, I think should do it.<br /><br />::We are just starting the bidding process for counter tops in the kitchen. Can't wait! As soon as those suckers go in, you're all invited over to look at them.<br /><br />::Miss A got the movie "Annie" (when it was at Target for $4) and we haven't given it a moment rest around here. Was unsure it would be a hit, but a friend said her little guy loved it, and what's not to love about "Annie"? <br /><br />::Mr. B is at <em>that stage</em>. You know the one where they climb on everything, put everything into containers so you can't find a dang thing you're looking for, and always wants to be out galloping around outside? I am exhausted each night, but can't break the habit of no bedtime before midnight. Also, gave Mr. B a little boy's haircut the other day (we went through a lot of fruit cups). Instant age-er. He is slowly becoming not my baby anymore.<br /><br />::Putting my artwork on esty. Nervous. Excited. (Wasn't I just saying something about big deadlines?)<br /><br />::Took the big family bike ride last night. I had Mr. heavyweight B behind me, am confident in telling you it probably wasn't pretty. The major downside was we picked to do it when all the YW from our ward were out delivering things up and down the neighborhood in their cars for a fundraiser, so "hello new ward." They already have seen the best side of me, and all this without even serving in the YWs yet.<br /><br />::Have been working feverishly up at the cabin. So glad warm weather is finally here!<br /><br />::Think I may already going overboard in planning miss A's birthday party. I got an idea in my head yesterday that is <em>fantastic</em>! Mentioned it to Bug last night very cautiously, and he approved...so we'll see.<br /><br />::Changing my mind on an item on my "30 before 30" list. Instead of having a big craft night, thinking of setting aside a day to go peruse my favorite consignment shops & hideouts, accompanied by a great little lunch somewhere. Let me know if you would be interested in joining.<br /><br />off to the park we go.cleverly contenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248821229862110491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925233180897632482.post-90335345961212643772011-06-16T13:04:00.000-07:002011-06-16T13:25:19.828-07:00to market we will goI am so excited to announce the booth I will have at this Saturday morning at a local flea market.<br /><br /><strong>the details:</strong><br />Abode Consignment Store's parking lot<br />1720 South 900 East<br />9:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m.<br /><br /><strong>the items:</strong><br />re-purposed furniture by my friend who has "the eye" for such a thing.<br /><br />antiques I acquired by crawling around in my parents attic for (felt like an episode of <em>pickers</em>)<br />but man, are some real gems.<br /><br />rugs, vintage jewelry & linens, 'I spy' bags (perfect for the church bag), antique trunks, my favorite key chain (I think every mom should have), and curling iron sleeves (you know-for the traveler who can throw her hot flat iron in, instead of wrapping it around a dirty sock or waiting for it to cool down)<br /><br />and last but not least, my art work. I have been working like crazy around here. Feels like the school days of whipping up a portfolio. Anyway, now all those lovely images you know and love hanging on my walls (which previously weren't for sale) are now available at the flea market.<br /><br />I am anxious for the flea market to get here because the more time that passes the more tempted I am to raid the goods myself and find a nice little home around my house. I promise you'll be tempted by <em>something</em>.<br /><br /><strong>the pitch:</strong><br />So if you find yourself in the area, stop on by. There will be other vendors with great stuff as well. And if I were you, I'd get there early. Also it might not hurt your bargaining power if you come armed with an icy Dr. Pepper in hand. But I have to warn you, our prices are almost too good to be true. Honestly.<br /><br /><strong>the downside:</strong><br />This will be a one-time deal. I am not planning on doing this again for several reasons: mainly one that's 3-going-on-4, and another that's 1 and 1/2-going-on-2 and into everything.<br /><br />Come by & say hello.cleverly contenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248821229862110491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925233180897632482.post-88846508462840073942011-06-12T19:30:00.001-07:002011-06-12T20:05:53.386-07:00memory laneThis past weekend we found ourselves headed south into another county. Not my favorite as I am officially a snob and feel that I am terribly put out if I have to leave my 20 block radius.<br /><br />But it was for a good cause. Someone from our old, <em>old </em>ward was celebrating a big birthday and a college degree. So we trekked. (And thankfully left the kiddos at home with grandma.)<br /><br />The party was fun. Live bands, lavish neighborhood, and at the home of a full-fledged celebrity. Our connection to the birthday boy was back in the day at our first neighborhood we moved into as a married couple. So on the way home, of course we did a drive-by.<br /><br />Picture a condo complex that used to be relatively rural on the cusp of greatness. We were shocked to find it so different, so developed since we left. A movie theater where we walked our dog. A splash amusement park looming in the distance. And every fast food chain one could ever want. Once inside our good old complex, we remembered our sweet friends who used to live right along side us. The neighbors we'd meet up with to walk dogs, the ones we'd invite over for pizza, and the ones we practically wore a path in the sidewalk to visit. It was the first time I had lived away from home. That's right folks, I lived with the parents right up until I said "I do." And it worked for me.<br /><br />Bug and I were in the middle of our Bachelor degrees, spreading out the commute between colleges. I was working downtown getting my feet wet in social work, he was discovering how geeky engineering was (and even more so: how geeky he was). We tested out new callings together: first co-nursery leaders (a disaster, if I do say so) a stint in Sunday School, and then a lot of good times in Young Women's.<br /><br />How foreign it seems now to reflect back on our time together pre-kids. How we could go run places together, and not consider "should I get a babysitter for this or not?" Impulse decisions to go out of town, late night grocery runs, and cooking just for two.<br /><br />It was in that same kitchen Bug cooked his first meal for his newly wed. And I have no qualms about telling you...it was <em>awful</em>. (He is already well aware of my feelings on this matter.) It was the spaghetti sauce every elder in his mission reportedly <em>loved</em> and Elder Bug made it just like back home in the good old U.S.A. I remember sitting on the couch in the living room connected to the dinning/kitchen area and hearing him squeeze our large bottle of Costco-sized Ketchup into the pan. Then asking me where the cheese grater was. And that was pretty much it. Luke warm watery ketchup with grated cheddar cheese mixed together over noodles. The elders in Tokyo must be starving, poor things. <br /><br />It was also in the same 4 foot by 4 foot backyard (with a 7 foot tall fence) I completely and utterly trapped myself in when I locked myself out of the house. The selfsame day I had decided to paint the bedroom the boldest red I could imagine. The same day Bug would be spending all day and into the evening at school. And me (the cute little wife) went to wave goodbye to him, having the wind blow the door shut. I will even admit I tried breaking the back door glass open with a shovel. <em>Why do the movies teach us this will work</em>? It didn't. So I had to muster up some serious guts (and muscles) to climb over a fence, in bare feet, in my paint clothes, no mascara, and start knocking random neighbors doors on a Monday morning asking to use their phone. <br /><br />Memories.<br /><br />Since then, we've learned more about ourselves and each other. We cook better, we plant hide-a-keys in clever spots, and most importantly we have filled the moments with something that's the best of both of us combined: our two lovely children. Although I sometimes wistfully think of the days I could grocery shop without unbuckling and buckling two other bodies besides my own, I can't imagine a life without them. They make me laugh, cry, and grow in ways that are good for me. <br /><br />That's the good stuff in life.cleverly contenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248821229862110491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925233180897632482.post-67006208198366038482011-06-06T15:18:00.000-07:002011-06-06T15:19:05.216-07:00latelyLately, you can find us out & about.<br /><br />Like at the College Championship Rugby game.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615222831628093810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgl6j1dyLJiNZ89dq2NSx3UD5oG-mKeSpS3iJUrvK0QSPvmGI4bKaaeR_0nxaSlbUHRn-mbC0RM5xE1xgemoOyjHCoy5D-VrggabvPGFe9AKrqdF1NtNzc9NXjZs4cGoQziALR-gH5/s200/P1030200.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615223558621527074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7SJgXV7w5XMjkqF2Y-mpcMFC2rCp5J4Dc_tfdnEkEEr3GLd1WfLB1FwWtVP720RpuYTv_2AZZqqk1qv8gsN593cUeKnkUoFy-VYZcr5ypkxiuOaQ1er1uF9DhEEQhyphenhyphenFRB5IaKb4qa/s200/P1030201.JPG" />Never heard Bug yell so loudly when the ref called a bad call <em>right</em> in front of us. And I can't be certain, but admit I got so caught up in the game I think I may have even yelled "Go Cougars." Yikes. A first for everything. One day I hope to understand this game. But cheers to Bug who enjoyed seeing the hard hits, good scrums, and terrible calls. Brought back some flashbacks from the high school and college years, I am sure.<br /><br />You can also find us supporting our little preschooler at her graduation. Although graduating she technically is not. Our little three year old still has a while yet of preschool before kindergarten.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div>Here she is with all her graduation loot.</div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615227283026074914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiybSJjwUh11rS7aFOysexD4rPlMgezcI4-G1sJDyoND0DQAlS346g0yWsOMLK0_Xlrg0gQvIE6ZaQwYt6WWBTop7fdkFjCWYTrGCVu0cVPUpPyFpQmPeocV9Gs09ZUCMMfQH8mIvoW/s320/P1030180.JPG" /></p><br /><br /><br /><p>Seriously my most favorite thing is attending her preschool programs. So cute I can hardly stand it.<br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615228114922865266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTqSy7ZVvGBdU-g38bEZLKdSulSvUaUSY_j2ZS3wCKf-eg6UXpWJlmPA4NsC105ZKA0umfDmMyTRhwuwIOXFv8MzYmAHqN2KiXnciNqQqsaZICnvj7UqmC4JzcczwEXkJ2lMbTzXBj/s320/P1030173.JPG" /><br />Miss A was lucky to have a big fan club at her party.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615227708947241026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEsXQ19cQqmHBfC9v2lhvFKT2cCANGzNWwNi0n6tsfV0XSeQkxyNdo0r3HkEF-1Y29kLqamY3kg7ve1E9XPum6nDjROcdtQwixmzgWog4H0PWNAnvNkSUjL0KjtTNkr7ZBkBbbZ3Ip/s320/P1030183.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615228810966814434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkiLRXc4lzbasYUfsmpKHBOFKswlkiqD_GQdrU6AnpwxOT7AosBzQ4Vdf9yMn2pr4tXFDk_G-lXiXrTgazj13Yzcn_glHqa3Jw38J3KC3lfJjHMa4IS_PLywCC5cAnnpJSbxv1voHZ/s320/P1030184.JPG" />Also, you can find us out riding bikes. The new family favorite. Bug picked that we get the whole family outfitted for biking for his birthday present this year. I even got a new bike. Happy Birthday to Bug. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Phrases like "wanna go ride bikes" can be heard in our house. And its usually Bug or I saying it, making us sound like we are 10 again.</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615231581298392418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjia-ndHQTsARWzvd95zFrF9_4CHfjxf_ACG84GMX7RnrlGGwjrdatPT_8zWrdLEHx0JQYydUlwVT4Rx7qKdGaZhNnwx-D2sSI6C3oAkTQO5N-sYqNGTmxmp0v9aS_ebI6bQkAYlZ1/s320/P1030227.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>And as of this weekend, I crossed another item off <em>my list</em> to see Little Mermaid in St. George. We went on opening night, and after arriving found out the show was cancelled. But they let us stay for their dress rehearsal. Which we did rather than disappoint some little mermaids of our own.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615230522131696338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVLuIgepcHEIqj5Mbz6KJb6y6MYq0xqJfJt9NH7jamsBkJ9k8txjwuX0cGLFwmMK2DT7PnhqWfPQWENN84a6GErZC_lvstnF8qDs5HEc-o57E8_2GaRjrBPtCMiSkI_66e8lVAmNvU/s320/P1030245.JPG" />These little girls loved it. I highly recommend seeing it. But maybe later in the season after they've had more time to practice and get the scenery ready.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615230518316898258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKcUoDPAeilih0D4VaPiD26NBCsVIe_3X_9V71JEmBuybxajKPQwlpDldTW53K4F-oQCZ4fCfQvFQeQAdE7K5jMBB8WLWqXvT3C1KJO4JX0i0eBNqpeeG1w4Lp-0IF2eBGxImctrwr/s320/P1030241.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615230523686860802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-PBIZ49uAk__gQKCdrTvwtdmaPEpLaSluPYUXeYPLSbm5QiCTZwbdO1FjB7FqdfpbWMA5EoT4zYGShDQU-va6J6Cmki0twY0zhcvYKY7Xe5px1PiDMccjzWhdaeCo4WCoBfyj7YSz/s320/P1030243.JPG" /></div></div><br /><br /><br /><p>The rest of the stay was lovely including delicious meals, fun with family, riding tandem bikes, shopping, the sand dunes, late night Settlers games, swimming and all the other "St. George-ish" stuff you do. The only thing missing was my sister & her family. She had to stay home: doctors orders due to the little #4 baby girl expected to make her debut in late August.</p><br /><br /><p>That about wraps this random post up.</p><br /><br /><p>Anyone wanna ride bikes?</p>cleverly contenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248821229862110491noreply@blogger.com0