To Mister P

Brand new:

1 year:

2 years:

3 years:

4 years:

Mister P-Man...

4 years old. Wow! I can't believe how time flies... you've definitely come into your own this year though. That's good and bad, by the way. You've become so independent, but oh the attitude that can come with that. But you're usually just so happy and laughing, everyone comments on how infectious your laugh is. When you get giggling, there's just no stopping it, and half the time the people around you start laughing too, just because of how much you laugh.

I love how much you love me. You still love to cuddle with me and talk with me and laugh with me, and I love it! It makes me so happy that you still feel so close to me. You're starting to play better with daddy, which makes me happy too. The two of you find it so funny to wrestle and throw pillows at eachother, and J is starting to get in on it too. You boys and your games!

You and M are starting to butt heads more often, but I suppose that's just because of the both of you getting older. I still catch you giggling hysterically with eachother about some silly thing you two have discovered or are doing, hiding in your room. You keep eachother up at night doing little things that annoy the other too though. You just loooove to send M over the edge so that she's practically spitting nails! Oh, the two of you...

But I just can't get over your smile. You're one of the sweetest little boys, just so caring and sensitive. You always know when I'm sad, you come over and give me hugs and kisses. One time you even said "I don't want you to be sad, mummy... I want you to be a happy mummy" which of course, made me cry even more. Such a sweet boy. Your uncles adore you too, and you had such a blast with them on our vacations this year. The three of you spent the majority of your time together laughing and playing and just having a great boyish time. Your grandparents all love you and think the world of you, and how could they help that? You're just so charming! People warn me that you'll have the girls chasing you before long, and I don't doubt that. Not that you'll notice for awhile; you're too into your cars, trains and dinosaurs!

I love you P-man. I truly truly do. You make my heart happy, and I'm glad you're mine all mine.

Happy 4th birthday!!

Love,

mum

To My Littlest Man

1 week:

6 months:

1 year:

1.5 years:

2 years:

Oh sweet baby J,

What a funny little man you're turning into. Easily one of the most easy going kids I know, but you sure are learning to assert yourself and stand up for what you want, at least with your brother! You're still my sweet cuddler though, you love to come over and say "up!" and of course I can't resist you, my baby boy. And so we cuddle, and play, and laugh. You always make me laugh. Right now your favorite thing to do is for me to sing "yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for... ME!" and then you say "no ME!" and we go back and forth until we're laughing too hard to go on, and when we calm down, you give me the sign for 'more', and it starts all over. You've even got M and P playing it too, they think it's just as hilarious as you do.

Your Torticollis is virtually gone, people don't even notice you have a tilt anymore unless I point it out when you're tired. You worked so hard at everything that Shelly taught you, and both she and I were teary when you graduated out of physical therapy. Such a strong spirit already! You certainly haven't let any speech impediment stop you either, and you've only been in therapy for it for just over a month, and already you've learned over 20 new words! We always knew you had them in you, it was just a matter of us learning to help you express them. And you pick up sign language so fast as well! You just continue to amaze us every day.

You just have all of us wrapped around your little finger. We all think you're such a doll, your brother and sister included. M loves to cuddle you and tell you stories, and you and P are learning to play together so well, even though you both have moments of not wanting to share, especially when it comes to Thomas and Elmo. "Meemo" was one of your first new words, which surprised us since we don't watch Sesame Street and M and P have never really been into Elmo at all. But you just love that red furry monster with a fiery passion. Above Elmo is your "ish"-es though. You love all things fish! Daddy got you and P each a Commerson's Dolphin toy at Sea World, and you clung to it right away. You love your "ish"! And then you found this funny rubbery clown fish toy and that has joined with Ish to be your two favorite sleepy toys. When you wake up, you grab them before I get you out of bed and bring them out to play with. I know of no other boy with such a passion for fish!

I love when you wake up in the morning and I go get you. You're just such a sweet, happy thing. I see your still somewhat sleepy face just smiling so happily to see me, and I just wish I brought my camera everytime I go to get you! You are the epitome of adorable in my books. And daddy feels the same. The way you see him when he wakes up and you point and say "dada", and go play in bed with him, just starts his day off right. You truly are a joy.

I love you so so much, little handsome. I can't wait to see what a wonderful human you become, but at the same time I want you to stay my baby forever, just this way. I don't want you to grow up and not want to cuddle with me, or sing with me! But time marches on.... I'll keep my chin up and just keep being happy that you chose us, this family, to grace us with your life.

Happy 2nd birthday, J bird.

Love, mummy.

M's 5th Birthday Party!

Sorry, almost a month late (and over a month since my last post, eeps), but Blogger and I weren't getting along, and then Photobucket wasn't playing nice either. Plus we went to Northern California for a week and then decided to play "pass the sick germs" in the house. Yuck. I'll hopefully get another post up pretty soon of our time in Nevada City, we all had a great time, and got to see cousin Doug marry gorgeous Becky in the Sacramento Temple. Just beautiful.

ANYWAYS... here's a slideshow of photos from M's birthday party. It was a blast! Perfect weather other than the wind that refused to let us light the birthday candles, we ended up just telling her to pretend to blow them out, heheh! The kids had a blast, didn't hurt that we had it at our park and we have a playground right there. Hot dogs, chips and watermelons made it delicious, not to mention the cake AND the pony pinata that wouldn't die. Seriously, every kid got two turns trying to break it, we ended up getting CJ to bust it open. The kids didn't care, which is the best part about being a kid; who cares about the process as long as you get the candy at the end! The party made me realize how much I love our friends here, we had a blast just talking and laughing with everyone, I'm just so lucky to have such a great network of people that I know I can turn to whenever I need help. Thank you to all who came, I hope you had as much fun with us as we did with you!

To A 5 Year Old

Dear Miss M,
Well, we survived another year of each other. Happy 5th birthday, stinker pinker.
We've had a rough go of it sometimes this year, I think from both of us still trying to find our place in this world. You've tested me and pushed me, and I'm pretty sure I've done the same to you, but at the end of the day, you still smoosh my face, plant a wet one on me, and say "I love you, momma". It amazes me how quickly you can forgive and forget things, especially wrongs I've done to you. It must be hard, being the firstborn in a family, because you're basically the test run for everyone else, but you handle it with grace for the most part. You definitely have your moments, don't get me wrong. When you get really mad you jumble up your words and get even more frustrated, and come out with some great one liners like "I'm in a time out!" "it's not your fault, momma!". You never seem to lose it on non-family though, which amazes me. You still have such an innocence to you, you can't even seem to fathom when someone is being mean or rude to you, you just brush it off as if it wasn't at you. I wish I could be like that. I feel so protective of you still, but you're so big that people think you're older than you are, and expect more out of you for it. I feel like carrying around a sign that says "She's only 4(now 5), and yes, she has a speech delay. Please be nice." but that would be a disservice to you and your spirit. You catch on to things so much faster than I realize, and I need to learn to let you fly, even if there are some bumps and branches in the way.
Even though you fight, P just loves you. I love walking by your room before you've fallen asleep, and hearing you two playing or talking, or just sitting together reading a book. I hope you stay close as you both get bigger, you could be such great friends. And J just always wants to play with you two, wherever you are, he wants to be. You're SO good with him too, when we go on walks and he doesn't want to hold my hand he'll always willingly hold yours. You can be protective of him, and I hope as you all get older, that role is reversed and he and P protect you from any dumb boys who don't treat you well.
You've always been such a daddy's girl, and this year it's the same. I know you love me, but there's something about daddy... he loves you so much, and I know he worries as much as I do about how you're doing, especially now that you're in Kindergarten. Are you being shy and quiet, like you always are at first, in new situations? Are the other kids being nice, even if your words don't make complete sense sometimes? You got a great teacher, so we're hopeful... but still. We're parents, we worry.
I can't believe you're 5 years old, sometimes it feels so close since I woke up in the hospital, still very sleepy and out of it, and someone handed me this wrapped up bundle of squirm. You started to whimper and even though I was ready to nod off again, I started stroking your feet and saying "it's okay, it'll be okay", and you calmed down. It amazed me! Those first few days were such a blur, what a way to come in the world, but that's you, making an entrance. I also remember waking up the next day and there was your daddy in the rocking chair, holding you and just staring, stroking your hand. He wasn't even saying anything, just staring at you with this look of complete awe. It's a look I'll never forget, ever.
Happy 5th birthday, bubbas. I lovah lovah love you so very much.

(t-shirt by the lovely, awesome Miss Katey, click to see her cool knitting blog!)

Smile

7 years ago CJ and I were married. Whoa...

Yep, it's been seven crazy, beautiful, stressful, wonderful, lovely, interesting, travelling, moving, laughter-filled years.

We were sealed in the Mount Timpanogos Temple at 6pm, a

nd I remember how packed CJ's "side" of the room was, and how there were like 3 people on my side. That's what happens when you're a convert from a teeny tiny family I guess. Don't ask me what the sealer said, or who cried, all I remember is kneeling across from CJ and just smiling the whole time, and trying not to laugh, because both of us were this.close to laughing. Sheer joy or hysteria, you choose.

We've never really had a song that was "us", but driving home from the gym this morning Uncle Kracker's new song "Smile" was playing. It was like the lyrics were written for us! So I played it for CJ and he actually agreed (he doesn't like to do that much on the first try, something about not wanting my ego to get too big?), and so, 7 years in, we finally have a song.

The lyrics:

You´re better than the best
I´m lucky just to linger in your light

Cooler then the flip side of my pillow that´s right
Completely unaware
Nothing can compare to where you send me
Lets me know that it´s ok yeah it´s ok
And the moments where my good times start to fade

You make me smile like the sun
Fall out of bed sing like bird
Dizzy in my head spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday nightYou make me dance like a foolForget how to breathe
Shine like gold buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh you make me smile

Even when you´re gone
Somehow you come along
Just like a flower poking through the sidewalk crack and just like that
You steal away the rain and just like that

You make me smile like the sun
Fall out of bed sing like birdDizzy in my head spin like a recordCrazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh you make me smile

Don´t know how I lived without you
Cuz everytime that I get around you
I see the best of me inside your eyes
You make me smile
You make me dance like a foolForget how to breatheShine like gold buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild

You make me smile like the sun
Fall out of bed sing like bird
Dizzy in my head spin like a record

Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold buzz like a beeJust the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh you make me smile

My favorite part is "Cooler then the flip side of my pillow", because CJ is constantly trying to

snag my (much better and more squishy comfy) pillow, and I love to sneak into bed before him and read a book/play on the iPod/watch TV before I go to sleep, and then switch to my side of the bed to fall asleep. Why? Because that way my side of the bed is still nice and cold for me when I'm ready to sleep. Mwahahah!

ANYWAYS, of course I had to do a scrap page for this momentous occasion: hitting our 7th anniversary and finally getting a song. Tah dah!

Happy 7 years, CJ. Here's to many, many more.

And Away She Goes...

I have a Kindergartener. *sniff* Excuse the overabundance of photos, but it's my blog and I'll be as cheesy sentimental as I want, and you'll like it. :D

Daddy putting on her brand new shoes...

Eating breakfast (toast, cereal and OJ, if you want to know)...

On the way to the bus stop...

"Are you still taking pictures, mother?" (yes, she really does call me that these days. I think it's from Aristocats) ...

Big girl...

Piggies and LPL bows for her first day...

A bit confused as to why there's a bunch of big kids at the bus too...

P was so sad that he didn't get to go to school too...

There goes my baby...

Watching the bus drive away...

We're lucky that there's about 4-5 other Kindergarteners in our neighbourhood. There were three of us moms sniffling, while CJ and Russ (our friend Laurel's cool husband, their son is in M's class) stood there making jokes about women or something. We all know they were crying like babies on the inside...

Her first day didn't start well. She managed to put her backpack in the wrong pile or something and lost it, so she didn't have any of her supplies or her lunch. Luckily her teacher is awesome and tried to help her find it, but they couldn't so they got her a hot lunch (cheeseburgers, applesauce and green beans, mmm). When she came home and got off the bus she started crying because of her bag, it was so sad! I'd held it together fairly well all day, but seeing her cry got me crying. I took her back to the school and asked the office, they hadn't seen it. We went and talked to Mrs. Wolfe, and she told me they'd looked and couldn't find it. So we went back home and I called the transport to see if maybe it was left on the bus. Nope. I took her back to the school once CJ'd gone to work and we walked all over the school looking, but nothing. :( Just as we got home from school I got a call from a 5th grade teacher who was just leaving her classroom, she found M's backpack outside her class!! Huzzah!!!! So as a relief treat, I took the kids to Wendy's. I needed a Coke at that point.

Next day we had dentist appointments for all the kids, so M didn't go on the bus to school. We had her go first in her appointment and she LOVED it (wierdo), and when she was done and I was driving her to school she said "I got my teeth cleaned, I got a new toothbrush, and now I'm going to school. This is the best day EVER!" Aww... made my heart happy!

A New Addition!!!!

Meet Macey!

Hahahahahah. Not what you thought it would be, was it? "About that time", you're thinking... well, neener neener, gotcha! Sorry, the only new baby I plan on dealing with for now is this widdle cutie.

We adopted her because we'd been talking about getting another dog for awhile, and we happened on her, and she just snatched up our hearts with her little paws and took off. She's a black lab cross, but I think she looks more german shepherd than black lab. And who knows what gave her that skinny long tail!

The kids adore her, she's pretty good with them too, other than the odd excited puppy nip. Molly gets along with her too, good thing Molly's such a calm dog, because Macey has some spunk in her. The second night we had her she was trying to get Molly to play with her, and kept rearing up on her back paws and hopping at Molly with her front paws extended to the side. CJ and I were laughing so hard, it was the wierdest thing to see. And Molly just lay there like "you've socked three kids on me, how much worse can one puppy be..."

I have to admit, I love having her because she totally makes for a great target to practice with my camera. I'm paying for it through potty training her though. Blech. Have to say this makes me appreciate diapers a whole lot more.

Macey and Molly (and Ps hand, I believe)

How she lays sometimes. Cracks me up!
Can't leave the Mollster out!

Sleeping and hoping for food drops

Just SO CUTE.

The Rest of the Trip

a month later. Sorry...

This isn't all of them, you can see them all on Facebook. Here's the link if you're interested.

Sorry, these are out of order, we actually went to Disneyland before the beach, but rearranging photos on here is a huge PITA.

J harassing grandma for another sandwich
good thing they checked the spelling...

J and a tennis ball some players gave us at Venice Beach

passed out after a hard days work.

mmm... peaches.

family football

Boogie boards and surf

P and daddy

Damien and Trevor. Crazy boys, that water was cold!

Goofy

P and uncles Trevor and Damien
P and auntie Camille
J and his balloon.
They wouldn't let P on Thunder Mountain, even though he got on Splash Mountain. He was just so upset, crying and saying "but I am a big boy now, mummy! I'm a big boy now..." ugh. Just broke my heart. Here he is, waving at the people on the ride.
P and uncle Trevor
P meeting Goofy. Wasn't really a fan.
J looooved the petting zoo
Cool girl

P and his owie. He was at the Pirates Lair on Tom Sawyers Island, and he fell and cracked the side of his head on a plank. Lots of blood, but no stitches. Absolutely wonderful nurses at Disneyland!

The Trip, finally.

Now that I'm finally over that gross spider...


Highlights of our trip to southern California this month, part one: (there will be a second post in a few days, I have too many photos for one post, oops.)


Staying at the Comfort Inn & Suites Zoo SeaWorld Area hotel. The kids had a bunk bed and a separator in between where our bed was and where they were. It was great, worth every penny (other than the parking. that was horrible, they were all compact car sized or something)!

Breakfast with Shamu. Absolutely amazing. Honestly one of my favorite memories of the trip. We had a table right beside the whales tank, and when we had started eating, P was standing in his chair looking over the border into the pool, and up slid Nakai, one of the orcas! Not even 5 feet from P, I'm not kidding. P just stood there on his chair, staring at Nakai. You could almost see him thinking "what the... am I supposed to... he's not going to eat me, right?!"

Pure. Awesome.

All in all, the kids were fascinated all day and next. Really, I think SeaWorld was more exciting for them than Disneyland. M loved the Journey to Atlantis ride, P loved the Sesame Street play area, and J loved all the different animals. J is firmly attached to "Ish", his Commersons Dolphin stuffed animal CJ got him. CJ got one for him and for P, he thought they were Shamu ones. Heheheh!

dolphin show (didn't stay long, we sat in the splash zone and P freaked out at being splashed. duh.)

from the Believe show:

Mission Bay Beach was fun too, M loved the ocean, P loved the sand, and J loved chasing the gulls.

Next day we swung by Sea World again for a little bit, then got to see the San Diego temple:

there was the largest, most vibrant hibiscus flower there:

then we went off to Anaheim to see Grandpa and Grandma, and uncles Trevor and Damien. We walked around downtown Disney (I think?), saw the way overpriced and massive Disney store, and then hit one of the slowest-to-serve-you restaurants I've ever been in.

P and grandpa and grandma:

M and the only thing I felt was decently priced at the Disney store:

P and grandpa

P and uncle Trevor

So We're Back...

.... and my first post from being back from SoCal should be all about how great SeaWorld was, how crowded Disneyland was, how awesome it was to see so much family that we haven't seen in forEVER, and how pooped out we all are....

but it's not.


This is about how very much I HATE ARIZONA CREEPIES.

Hate.


haaaaaaaaatehatehatehatehate.


And I'm not even talking about the really creepy ones, like Tarantulas or Rattlers. Nope. I'm not even going to go there, because I already have a headache from thinking about what I saw tonight, no lie. My head actually hurts from how creeped out I am still.

I went to change the laundry, since I'm only now finally starting to wash clothes from being home, and out of the corner of my eye, I see a big lump of something by the washer. Hmm... it's about 10 PM, so it's that time, the time when ickies come out. I stay nice and clear, and turn to look, and it's some kind of spider that looks like it's on steroids or something. I get goosebumps, my voice goes up about 5 octaves, and I start "ewwwww"-ing like the wimpy girl I am. I run inside and do the first thing any normal wimpy girl does. I tell my mummy, since she happens to be visiting.

Me-"Mummmm!!! ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh. Mum, there's something totally creepy in the garage!!!"
Her-"well KILL IT!!! And did you bring the clothes in? What if it goes in the basket with them!!"
Me thinking: crap! I have to go back out there??
Me-"noooo.... but mum, it's just THERE. And it's funny looking."
Her-"well KILL IT!! Oh no, what if it's a tarantula?! GET THE CLOTHES!"
good to know she's concerned about my safety.
Me-"fine... but I'm taking my camera and getting a photo of it."

So I go out there and use the zoom on my little camera, but it's blurry. So I grab the clothes basket, give it a good shake (in case anything was hanging onto the bottom, you never know) and drop it inside the door (it's CJs day off tomorrow, he can put them away because I assure you, I am absolutely *not* touching them) . I grab the trusty Rebel and get brave enough to get closer. Still not good enough, so I stick my arms out as close as I dare and hold the camera and take the photos, hoping it's close enough. It is, woo! Quickly run back inside and look at the photos.

Me-"Oh my gosh. THOSE ARE BABIES ON ITS BACK. ewwwwwwwwwwwww... ewewewewew!!!"
Her-"well KILL IT!!!"
Me-"I can't... I'm having some kind of twisted mother-sympathy for her. She's in the garage, not the house... and she eats cockroaches, which creep me out more. Plus she's carrying all her babies, training them to eat the nasties I hate. I... can't do it."
Her- just stares at me, shakes her head, and goes back to watching the movie.

Yep, I did not kill her, which I am sure is a wolf spider (from looking it up online, which has aggravated my headache by the creepiness of other things I have seen on these sites). She's a fellow mommy (granted, of many more kids than me), just trying to teach her babies their way of life. In a sick, twisted way, I understood a spider. Gross.


If she comes in the house though, it's on like Donkey Kong. My empathy goes out the window.

**if you want to see the photos on here, too bad. I am not okay with getting creeped out everytime I come to my own blog. but they are posted on Facebook for the next few days, before I get too creeped out by them even being on there.**