Introducing Hyrum the monkey:
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
I have a climber
Watching my nephews and nieces (Megs kids :) I was always secretly grateful my kids weren't climbers :) Yeah that's over.
Introducing Hyrum the monkey:
Introducing Hyrum the monkey:
Friday, January 22, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
What to do in the cold days of January?
THAT is the question I have been asking myself all month. Today I was going to a friends blog and she was listing ideas for us to do inside today since it was a bit cold for the kids to go outside. I took some of her advice and we built/draped a tent! It was over the kitchen table and the kids were tickled that I was actually building something that they would want to play with.
Hours of fun! (Well hours in kids time-really translated into being about 30 minutes)
And what distracted them you might wonder????
Chores! Got to teach them young :) My chores look like games to them which means they were BEGGING me to hand over the vacuum cleaner. And since they asked so nicely I handed it over :)
And that is the key to a spotless house! Another bonus for child labor is it wears your kids out! 
Apparently the bed was too comfortable so he rolled off and finished his nap on the floor.
Hours of fun! (Well hours in kids time-really translated into being about 30 minutes)
And what distracted them you might wonder????Chores! Got to teach them young :) My chores look like games to them which means they were BEGGING me to hand over the vacuum cleaner. And since they asked so nicely I handed it over :)
And that is the key to a spotless house! Another bonus for child labor is it wears your kids out! 
Apparently the bed was too comfortable so he rolled off and finished his nap on the floor.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
The differences between my kids
Sometimes I just sit back and watch my kids. Tonight was one of those times as my kids invited me to their room and started asking to play "piggy piggy" (This little piggy.) So I start to play and both my kids go CRAZY! Any kind of adult interaction just fuels their craziness and my kids were literally bouncing off the walls. Many a kisses were given and a couple of tears wiped away but that didn't put a damper on their fun. Watching them play made me think about my two little boys and how DIFFERENT they are but how well they mesh together!
Hyrum could never have thrived as the oldest! My life as well as everyone else in this family would have been absolute CHAOS! He is the antagonizer in this family and his way of having fun is keeping everything riled up. HE is the one who broke my glasses, the blinds, flushed his toys down the toilet, colored on our floors and the walls, rubbed butter AND lotion on the couch and has ripped apart my scriptures. He doesn't give a hoot about what I think or what is "allowed" in our house. On the other side of things he is my baby who has just enough fat left on his body to make him impossible for me NOT to snuggle (Which he hates:) He gives me kisses every time I say "oww!" (he kisses where he can reach and I have received a lot of kisses on my hind end.) He loves to make me laugh and loves to have me snuggle with him when he doesn't want to go to bed. Watching him I have realized he is a ROSS through and through! He was named SO appropriately (Hyrum JOHNNY) and in my opinion acts so much like his grandpa and all the other huge personality people from my side of the family that I think it is a shame we don't get to spend more time with them. Hyrum will be the one CONSTANTLY in trouble when he gets older with his attitude of "I'm just going to do it." MD will be snickering from the sidelines because It was MDs idea for whatever Hyrum did in the first place :)
MD is the IDEAL older brother. Where Hyrum is a Ross, MD is a Huish through and through. Serious from birth I feel like in some ways I am getting a glimpse of how my husband was as a child. He is not unhappy just serious and solemn. Hyrum gets him pretty riled up but it is usually never MD who ends up breaking the rules, it is usually MD crying after Hyrum after HYRUM breaks the rules. MD is SO conscious of me. Yeah lately he has been giving me headaches with his desire to be his own person, but usually he helps out around the house, entertains Hyrum and keeps reminding me of things I forget. Where Hyrum doesn't give a hoot, MD has a deep desire to be good. That desire gets swayed sometimes when he sends Hyrum out on his missions to see if the coast is clear (it usually never is.) I see so much of MD's daddy in him. He is cute all all get out but has no desire to get affection from anyone but me. Many people try to win him over but MD is a one woman kind of guy, and I love that I am that woman for now. He does seem to warm up to grandparents pretty fast, but they are the only exceptions.
It is just interesting to me to see such different people in my children. In church we were talking about how our children came to us as spirits with full fledged personalities brought from the spirit world. It is clear that my two kids were chosen from two circles who are so completely different from each other but who complement each other well.
So tonight as I watched my kids bounce, bump, cry and laugh I was reminded of how wonderful it is that we are all unique. Each member brings good things (and bad things) to this relationship but together we really do make up a complete family (Well for now :) no this is not an announcement.
Hyrum could never have thrived as the oldest! My life as well as everyone else in this family would have been absolute CHAOS! He is the antagonizer in this family and his way of having fun is keeping everything riled up. HE is the one who broke my glasses, the blinds, flushed his toys down the toilet, colored on our floors and the walls, rubbed butter AND lotion on the couch and has ripped apart my scriptures. He doesn't give a hoot about what I think or what is "allowed" in our house. On the other side of things he is my baby who has just enough fat left on his body to make him impossible for me NOT to snuggle (Which he hates:) He gives me kisses every time I say "oww!" (he kisses where he can reach and I have received a lot of kisses on my hind end.) He loves to make me laugh and loves to have me snuggle with him when he doesn't want to go to bed. Watching him I have realized he is a ROSS through and through! He was named SO appropriately (Hyrum JOHNNY) and in my opinion acts so much like his grandpa and all the other huge personality people from my side of the family that I think it is a shame we don't get to spend more time with them. Hyrum will be the one CONSTANTLY in trouble when he gets older with his attitude of "I'm just going to do it." MD will be snickering from the sidelines because It was MDs idea for whatever Hyrum did in the first place :)
MD is the IDEAL older brother. Where Hyrum is a Ross, MD is a Huish through and through. Serious from birth I feel like in some ways I am getting a glimpse of how my husband was as a child. He is not unhappy just serious and solemn. Hyrum gets him pretty riled up but it is usually never MD who ends up breaking the rules, it is usually MD crying after Hyrum after HYRUM breaks the rules. MD is SO conscious of me. Yeah lately he has been giving me headaches with his desire to be his own person, but usually he helps out around the house, entertains Hyrum and keeps reminding me of things I forget. Where Hyrum doesn't give a hoot, MD has a deep desire to be good. That desire gets swayed sometimes when he sends Hyrum out on his missions to see if the coast is clear (it usually never is.) I see so much of MD's daddy in him. He is cute all all get out but has no desire to get affection from anyone but me. Many people try to win him over but MD is a one woman kind of guy, and I love that I am that woman for now. He does seem to warm up to grandparents pretty fast, but they are the only exceptions.
It is just interesting to me to see such different people in my children. In church we were talking about how our children came to us as spirits with full fledged personalities brought from the spirit world. It is clear that my two kids were chosen from two circles who are so completely different from each other but who complement each other well.
So tonight as I watched my kids bounce, bump, cry and laugh I was reminded of how wonderful it is that we are all unique. Each member brings good things (and bad things) to this relationship but together we really do make up a complete family (Well for now :) no this is not an announcement.
In need of a hero (or villain?)
He plays either role :)
Though in all honesty he probably would prefer to be the villain.
Who thinks this kid needs a haircut??
yeah yeah, I probably waited way to long to cut this kiddos hair. Since I am the one who does it (Who, bear in mind, has NO beauty school training and has no idea what I am doing) I put it off as long as I can but when Hyrum starts to look like a hobbit (or Flobbit as he is known here :) I realize I can't put it off anymore.
So the finished product:
Unfortunately I don't know if you can see it or not butI butchered it pretty bad. Thank goodness his hair grows fairly quickly.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
My Crazy life
In case my last two posts did not illustrate how awesome it is for me to be the mother of these two boys let once again give you a glimpse into my life of crazy!
Oh my sweet sweet boys-Always wanting to cuddle with me when they first wake up but are intent on pinching my cheeks and slapping my face when I need to get up-which is what happened this morning. It happens most mornings these days and I have learned to roll over and hide my face under my blanket, but this morning Hyrum was onto my trickery and woke me up perched on my neck pinching my cheeks and slapping my face.
Today the Library has toddler time where we go and they put on a show geared to these little kids. So I got myself dressed, loaded the kids into the car and set off. The boys had a blast. Hyrum was dancing in my lap and MD was jumping around while holding onto a woman in front of us-I think he was confused and thought it was me :) On the way out MD starts pulling books from the shelves and dumping them on the floor while Hyrum takes the opportunity to dash off in a different direction. I grab MD, sprint after Hyrum and just decide to check out the books MD had dropped rather then try to return them-that was a mistake. On the way out I was having a hard time holding onto everything so I had Hyrum holding onto my pinkie and MD holding onto my other hand. Of course once we reach the parking lot MD rips his hand out of mine and tries to run out into oncoming traffic. Desperately I scream out his name and tell him if he does not stop NOW he will be in big trouble. He looks at me and starts yelling "NO!!! NO!!! NO!!!" but luckily does stop. We have quite an audience by now as I go and grab MDs arm and march him to the car. He is still screaming and I feel slightly humiliated. It is not something I normally would feel bad for but having an audience witnessing MD and I's exchange of not very pleasant words made me feel like I had committed a sin. Surely no one ever yells at their children right??? Or grabs them by the wrist and whisper threats as we march them to the car? (Along the lines of "just wait until we get home! Grrrrr") I know I need more finesse and grace as I deal with my childs impending death but today just got away from me. Luckily for MD the car ride made me feel a little calmer and he was saved from too much torture. We did however send him to bed 10 minutes early-something he did willingly since I think he was tired anyway and the thought of staying in moms company probably no longer appealed to him.
I received an email shortly after the boys went down that thoroughly depressed me and I went to cry it out with my husband. Luckily my husband speaks my language and sent me out with the credit card with instructions to buy myself some snacks. 40 Dollars later I came home ready to face my life. Unfortunately that led me to find both children on top of my desk-One reprogramming our computer and the other sitting on top of my new printer! They also had called some woman which I wasn't aware of until AFTER I griped them out. She heard every word. Once again the feelings of shame came over me and I felt like I horrible mother. Michael tried to cheer me up through dinner and told me that today I was under enough stress and that we were going to enjoy eating junk food tonight. He also suggested calling my mom-which I did. I put the boys in the bathtub with all of their tub toys and was visiting with my mom when I walk in to find they had pulled the plunger, the toilet cleaner brush and it's stand into the bathroom with them. Floating around those they had pulled my lotions, some shampoo and some baby oil in as well. This time I didn't say a word but pulled out the nasties and soaped down my kids as best I could.
Right now they are in their bedroom no doubt plotting on how to best drive their mommy crazy next.
Once again I feel the need to express that I actually LOVE my life and I LOVE my crazy kids. I am not a perfect mom but I guess there is a reason they were sent to me. They constantly keep me laughing and days like these generally make me appreciate the good days even more. This is just my life and that is why it is documented :)
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Happy Birthday to MEEEEEEE!
My birthday came up quickly this year! I never even think about me getting older anymore and seems kind of weird that I am. Shouldn't I still be 20 or 21????I know I am not old, but man I don't like actually aging :)
Michael outdid himself this year-He always does but being pampered is something I always enjoy. He showered me with gifts, food and attention and I must admit I enjoyed every second of it! One of the things I was looking forward to about my birthday was the day off from dieting! This biggest loser thing is pretty intense and it has been a little crazy at our house lately. (Crazy as in I have had some CRAZY cravings! You would think that after going off of something like sugar for awhile would mean you wouldn't crave it anymore. And actually that was true-but My cravings just switched to something else! There is no rest!)
So Monday I completely ate my weight through chocolate chip cookies and brownies, then finished it with Chinese. I was in heaven! So were the boys in all honesty. There is nothing like having the world revolve completely around you:) Thanks to everyone who made this day a wonderful one! The well wishes, the phone calls and the fun quiz my mom sent to the family about me. I felt so special and loved.
So here are some pictures of my day of food, family and fun!
Here we are relaxing watching Night at the Museum with the boys (Who watched about 20 minutes before we deemed it to scary for their innocent and easily scared eyes!)
My birthday brownies! (Never been a fan of cake-give me a nice pan of gooey warm brownies and I'll be satisfied!)
Happy Birthday to me!
Michael outdid himself this year-He always does but being pampered is something I always enjoy. He showered me with gifts, food and attention and I must admit I enjoyed every second of it! One of the things I was looking forward to about my birthday was the day off from dieting! This biggest loser thing is pretty intense and it has been a little crazy at our house lately. (Crazy as in I have had some CRAZY cravings! You would think that after going off of something like sugar for awhile would mean you wouldn't crave it anymore. And actually that was true-but My cravings just switched to something else! There is no rest!)
So Monday I completely ate my weight through chocolate chip cookies and brownies, then finished it with Chinese. I was in heaven! So were the boys in all honesty. There is nothing like having the world revolve completely around you:) Thanks to everyone who made this day a wonderful one! The well wishes, the phone calls and the fun quiz my mom sent to the family about me. I felt so special and loved.
So here are some pictures of my day of food, family and fun!
Here we are relaxing watching Night at the Museum with the boys (Who watched about 20 minutes before we deemed it to scary for their innocent and easily scared eyes!)
My birthday brownies! (Never been a fan of cake-give me a nice pan of gooey warm brownies and I'll be satisfied!)
Happy Birthday to me!
Monday, January 11, 2010
Ever since Michael restarted school I have been a tad bit overwhelmed. (HUGE understatement) I KNOW I have lived through almost a year deployment and came out mostly if not completely unscathed and dealt with my two little monkeys by myself all the time. Why is it so hard now???? To tell you the truth I barely remember the year Michael was deployed so I can't even remember how I dealt with the chaos-People said I would learn so much from that experience and I am sure I did-I just forgot it all!
I am in the process of learning how to deal with two strong willed, rambunctious and full of life toddlers and they are in the process of trying to raise a mother. Both are difficult undertakings and have involved a lot of tears, frustrations and embarrassing moments on all sides. I take comfort in the thought that eventually they will move out and I will get the pleasure of watching them raise their own kids while I look on and laugh.
The other day after Michael had returned from school and was getting ready for work I realized I was exhausted and layed on the couch to take a nap. Michael was sweetly trying to help me in what little ways he can before he had to leave for work and was washing the dishes. The boys were playing under the kitchen table with their toys and I, in my drifting state, would hear bouts of laughter usually followed with cries of anger. Suddenly I was awakened when I felt someone jump on my back. I look up and see MD bouncing on the other end of the couch jumping on it like a trampoline. He jumps my way, launches onto my side with one big jump then quickly before I could do anything but grunt in pain launched off of me to the other end of the couch! Hyrum was frantically trying to climb up and join in the fun. Michael who was oblivious to what was going on up until my cry of pain, saw my son launch off of me again and quickly shooed them away and into their room. I drifted back off to sleep.
Somewhere in my subconscious I heard the door open but I was so tired that I ignored it no doubt thinking it was Michael on his way out to work. Suddenly I was jarred awake by two cold hands shaking me
"Mommy! Mommy!!!!!"
opening my eyes I see MD standing over me with his dog and blanket
"yes baby?"
"I want to sleep with you!" (He wanted to take a nap with me)
"Thanks for waking me up to tell me that..."
I scoot over and MD crawls next to me and snuggles in close. I close my eyes but open them quickly when I hear the door open again and see Hyrum walking in with 3 of his blankets and all the stuffed animals he owns in his arms. MD was angry and tried to push him away but I picked him up and he layed down on my stomach and closed his eyes.
Neither of the kids really wanted to take a nap and what was a sweet moment quickly turned into shoves, stolen toys and angry children that were soon sent away and an exhausted mommy who realized she would never get a nap in.
On a more positive note: I don't want people to assume I am miserable and unhappy. Quite the opposite- I am beyond happy and blessed! I am grateful for my two boys and am constantly laughing at and with them! I have realized I am a young mother (Not a new one but a young one!) who probably needs some raising still myself! But one of the things I am enjoying is my kids unswerving devotion to me! My mom calls it a romantic love-not in a gross or inapropriate way but in a way where my boys just love me and want to be the only man in my life. They are in constant competition with their daddy. MD is my protector. Anytime Michael is tickling me and MD sees it he comes running yelling "Stop Daddy!" And both want me to spend personal alone time with them when they wake up. I treasure these times where I get to rock my babies and sing to them and they play with my hair or touch my nose and eyes. These boys are my treasures.
I am in the process of learning how to deal with two strong willed, rambunctious and full of life toddlers and they are in the process of trying to raise a mother. Both are difficult undertakings and have involved a lot of tears, frustrations and embarrassing moments on all sides. I take comfort in the thought that eventually they will move out and I will get the pleasure of watching them raise their own kids while I look on and laugh.
The other day after Michael had returned from school and was getting ready for work I realized I was exhausted and layed on the couch to take a nap. Michael was sweetly trying to help me in what little ways he can before he had to leave for work and was washing the dishes. The boys were playing under the kitchen table with their toys and I, in my drifting state, would hear bouts of laughter usually followed with cries of anger. Suddenly I was awakened when I felt someone jump on my back. I look up and see MD bouncing on the other end of the couch jumping on it like a trampoline. He jumps my way, launches onto my side with one big jump then quickly before I could do anything but grunt in pain launched off of me to the other end of the couch! Hyrum was frantically trying to climb up and join in the fun. Michael who was oblivious to what was going on up until my cry of pain, saw my son launch off of me again and quickly shooed them away and into their room. I drifted back off to sleep.
Somewhere in my subconscious I heard the door open but I was so tired that I ignored it no doubt thinking it was Michael on his way out to work. Suddenly I was jarred awake by two cold hands shaking me
"Mommy! Mommy!!!!!"
opening my eyes I see MD standing over me with his dog and blanket
"yes baby?"
"I want to sleep with you!" (He wanted to take a nap with me)
"Thanks for waking me up to tell me that..."
I scoot over and MD crawls next to me and snuggles in close. I close my eyes but open them quickly when I hear the door open again and see Hyrum walking in with 3 of his blankets and all the stuffed animals he owns in his arms. MD was angry and tried to push him away but I picked him up and he layed down on my stomach and closed his eyes.
Neither of the kids really wanted to take a nap and what was a sweet moment quickly turned into shoves, stolen toys and angry children that were soon sent away and an exhausted mommy who realized she would never get a nap in.
On a more positive note: I don't want people to assume I am miserable and unhappy. Quite the opposite- I am beyond happy and blessed! I am grateful for my two boys and am constantly laughing at and with them! I have realized I am a young mother (Not a new one but a young one!) who probably needs some raising still myself! But one of the things I am enjoying is my kids unswerving devotion to me! My mom calls it a romantic love-not in a gross or inapropriate way but in a way where my boys just love me and want to be the only man in my life. They are in constant competition with their daddy. MD is my protector. Anytime Michael is tickling me and MD sees it he comes running yelling "Stop Daddy!" And both want me to spend personal alone time with them when they wake up. I treasure these times where I get to rock my babies and sing to them and they play with my hair or touch my nose and eyes. These boys are my treasures.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Deep Breaths
Today has been a loony toon day! My sister and I had a talk a couple of days ago when I was having a melt down and she reassured me that it was indeed hard to have 2 boys. I love it-but at the same time I would like a day where something isn't being broken, colored on, sat on (Usually Hyrum is being sat on) or hammered (Why in the world did I EVER buy a toy hammer?????)
I am not even going to pretend that those with girls have an easier life then I do but sometimes it is nice to feel validated for your own problems...err children. (Ok ok-my kids aren't problems they are little angels with the devil in them.)My dad used to say, and I think he still does, that you can either have stuff or you can have kids and it is TRUE! I need to just get emotionally detached to everything I own.
So today goes as follows:
wake up and realize that the discomfort I had been feeling turned into a Bladder infection (Hey you ASKED to read my blog :) and I had overslept and we needed to be at church in 40 minutes and I was in desperate need of a shower (Still am.) Quickly jumping out of bed Michael gets the boys ready and I get dressed.
Church: Volunteers were asked to sub in primary and Michael and I volunteered. Hyrum was snotty so he wasn't allowed in nursery so we had him in class with all the other 15 five year olds and one fun old lady.
Fast forward: after the boys woke up from their naps we turn on veggie tales. After about 30 minutes we went in to check and found MD climbing once again on his daddy's dresser and Hyrum perched over my broken glasses. After some angry crying on all sides the boys were banished to their rooms.
Fast forward another 30 minutes. The boys are laughing in their room and not acting properly punished so we went in to check on them to find both boys standing by our wooden blinds with 4 blind shafts broken off.
Fast Forward to an hour ago where the boys finally go to sleep after tantrums were thrown by the parents and the boys were finally exhausted from their day of wreaking havoc and finally fell asleep. Michael and I decide to start having a conversation about how we shouldn't be angry at our kids since we as children have cost our own parents SO MUCH MORE MONEY! If you want to hear a funny story ask Michael about the time he hit a golf ball through his parents sliding door- Or the time I loaded 10 people up on our brand new golf cart and took it for a spin in a pasture (It broke pretty quickly and we were never able to revive it) How is it that children are able to live to adult hood????? And will I ever feel like I can safely own anything????
Maybe it seems like this is not near as bad as it seemed at the beginning-It is probably true but yesterday we were dealing with the boys dismantling the closet (They found our Christmas ornaments and were desperately trying to get to them) Or that the day before MD had taken a little wooden wagon a went racing through the hall where that wagon hit a door, ricochet off, hit and dented the wall, then bounced back and hit another door. I wanted to pull my hair out! And the problem is they are smarter then me and they are only 1 1/2 and 2 1/2!!!! Every time I punish them they figure out a way to keep getting at me and refusing to allow any sort of my punishments to put a damper on there rebel rousing!
I will say that there was a silver lining on our thunderstorm day- A good friend of ours called in a prescription for us which made me feel SO loved and that me and my troubles are not invisible to the Lord.
Luckily for these boys we love them and want them to reach adult hood. Still sometimes I wish I had a rubber room.
I am not even going to pretend that those with girls have an easier life then I do but sometimes it is nice to feel validated for your own problems...err children. (Ok ok-my kids aren't problems they are little angels with the devil in them.)My dad used to say, and I think he still does, that you can either have stuff or you can have kids and it is TRUE! I need to just get emotionally detached to everything I own.
So today goes as follows:
wake up and realize that the discomfort I had been feeling turned into a Bladder infection (Hey you ASKED to read my blog :) and I had overslept and we needed to be at church in 40 minutes and I was in desperate need of a shower (Still am.) Quickly jumping out of bed Michael gets the boys ready and I get dressed.
Church: Volunteers were asked to sub in primary and Michael and I volunteered. Hyrum was snotty so he wasn't allowed in nursery so we had him in class with all the other 15 five year olds and one fun old lady.
Fast forward: after the boys woke up from their naps we turn on veggie tales. After about 30 minutes we went in to check and found MD climbing once again on his daddy's dresser and Hyrum perched over my broken glasses. After some angry crying on all sides the boys were banished to their rooms.
Fast forward another 30 minutes. The boys are laughing in their room and not acting properly punished so we went in to check on them to find both boys standing by our wooden blinds with 4 blind shafts broken off.
Fast Forward to an hour ago where the boys finally go to sleep after tantrums were thrown by the parents and the boys were finally exhausted from their day of wreaking havoc and finally fell asleep. Michael and I decide to start having a conversation about how we shouldn't be angry at our kids since we as children have cost our own parents SO MUCH MORE MONEY! If you want to hear a funny story ask Michael about the time he hit a golf ball through his parents sliding door- Or the time I loaded 10 people up on our brand new golf cart and took it for a spin in a pasture (It broke pretty quickly and we were never able to revive it) How is it that children are able to live to adult hood????? And will I ever feel like I can safely own anything????
Maybe it seems like this is not near as bad as it seemed at the beginning-It is probably true but yesterday we were dealing with the boys dismantling the closet (They found our Christmas ornaments and were desperately trying to get to them) Or that the day before MD had taken a little wooden wagon a went racing through the hall where that wagon hit a door, ricochet off, hit and dented the wall, then bounced back and hit another door. I wanted to pull my hair out! And the problem is they are smarter then me and they are only 1 1/2 and 2 1/2!!!! Every time I punish them they figure out a way to keep getting at me and refusing to allow any sort of my punishments to put a damper on there rebel rousing!
I will say that there was a silver lining on our thunderstorm day- A good friend of ours called in a prescription for us which made me feel SO loved and that me and my troubles are not invisible to the Lord.
Luckily for these boys we love them and want them to reach adult hood. Still sometimes I wish I had a rubber room.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Braving the snow!
Today I decided to act on one of my goals and I took the kids outside to play in the snow. With promises of hot chocolate afterwards I bundled everyone up and invited my husband to come join us as soon as he could. I don't know why I dread going outside because I always enjoy myself.
There were a few mishaps:
*MD liked throwing snow at me but hated it when I retaliated. Finally he gave in when I refused to just let him pelt me and took his snow to Hyrum.
*Hyrums nose started running IMMEDIATELY! Usually I wear some cotton gloves but today I put on waterproof so it made it difficult to wipe that nasty nose. Finally I just closed my eyes and pretended that I wasn't wiping snot all over myself.
*We made a snowman THE HARD WAY! Michael showed up after about 30 minutes of us being outside and proceeded to roll a snowball then roll that snowball on the ground until he ended up with a huge ball. In the pictures you will see the difference between mine and his. My only consolation is that mine looks nicer :) Why can't I have been born with a brain that can make situations easier??
In actuality the mishaps ended up partly making the time outside fun (Well not the snotty nose) I didn't pull out the camera until later so you miss Hyrum sliding down a snow slide someone in our complex kindly made for our enjoyment (Unknowingly) and MD trying so hard to pick up the huge snowballs his dad would make. I had a feeling that I get only every once in awhile where I look at my family and think "Man I could do this for the rest of my life." (Haha then I give myself 2 hours and the boys have been sent to their rooms for getting on top of their daddys dresser and throwing pieces of his glass chess set from his mission at the walls and realize that I will probably be certifiably insane when this is done :) But this morning was a good one!
Looking down at them from outside my door
Michaels E.T. Snowman :) The boys were really impressed with their daddy when he was finished
Michael loves bonding with his daddy (Who by the way HAD worn a jacket but with his huge bouts of strength rolling his snowman he got too hot for it)
My weenie snowman. MD helped me with it quite a bit. If you look at his face you can see the dirt deposited on it from MD :)
Michael decided after he was done building the snowman that he and MD would punch it down
All three were ready for Hot chocolate when we decided to go in.
Being from Texas I seldom enjoyed snow (though it apparently snows there more now that I have left. ) Its nice to actually have changing seasons and experience the good things that go with each of them.
There were a few mishaps:
*MD liked throwing snow at me but hated it when I retaliated. Finally he gave in when I refused to just let him pelt me and took his snow to Hyrum.
*Hyrums nose started running IMMEDIATELY! Usually I wear some cotton gloves but today I put on waterproof so it made it difficult to wipe that nasty nose. Finally I just closed my eyes and pretended that I wasn't wiping snot all over myself.
*We made a snowman THE HARD WAY! Michael showed up after about 30 minutes of us being outside and proceeded to roll a snowball then roll that snowball on the ground until he ended up with a huge ball. In the pictures you will see the difference between mine and his. My only consolation is that mine looks nicer :) Why can't I have been born with a brain that can make situations easier??
In actuality the mishaps ended up partly making the time outside fun (Well not the snotty nose) I didn't pull out the camera until later so you miss Hyrum sliding down a snow slide someone in our complex kindly made for our enjoyment (Unknowingly) and MD trying so hard to pick up the huge snowballs his dad would make. I had a feeling that I get only every once in awhile where I look at my family and think "Man I could do this for the rest of my life." (Haha then I give myself 2 hours and the boys have been sent to their rooms for getting on top of their daddys dresser and throwing pieces of his glass chess set from his mission at the walls and realize that I will probably be certifiably insane when this is done :) But this morning was a good one!
Looking down at them from outside my door
Michaels E.T. Snowman :) The boys were really impressed with their daddy when he was finished
Michael loves bonding with his daddy (Who by the way HAD worn a jacket but with his huge bouts of strength rolling his snowman he got too hot for it)
My weenie snowman. MD helped me with it quite a bit. If you look at his face you can see the dirt deposited on it from MD :)
Michael decided after he was done building the snowman that he and MD would punch it down
All three were ready for Hot chocolate when we decided to go in.
Being from Texas I seldom enjoyed snow (though it apparently snows there more now that I have left. ) Its nice to actually have changing seasons and experience the good things that go with each of them.
Friday, January 1, 2010
A time for Goals
OK I will just admit it up front and get it out in the open: I am HORRIBLE at keeping goals I set for myself. Usually I talk myself out of any health goal as soon as I walk by a brownie or a candy bar and I get busy and usually forget the other goals I have set so this years big goal is.....To keep all my goals!
So to keep myself going strong I wanted to put this up there so I can see it every day and feel guilty for any slacking on my part.
2010 Goals
*Our Bishop challenged us this year to read through the manuals for our Sunday School and Relief society class so that is goal one
*Physically I (Of course) want to get in better shape. I have to say that I have an AWESOME support group this year-we are taking the month of January to focus on losing as much weight as we can to jump start a healthy year!
*I think for my big family goal will be to make sure my kids are more active. I make excuses up here because it is so COLD and there is snow all over the ground. but I am planning to buck up and put on a jacket! My kids could care less what the temperature is anyway :)
Those are the big ones! Good luck to everyone out there working on their goals!
So to keep myself going strong I wanted to put this up there so I can see it every day and feel guilty for any slacking on my part.
2010 Goals
*Our Bishop challenged us this year to read through the manuals for our Sunday School and Relief society class so that is goal one
*Physically I (Of course) want to get in better shape. I have to say that I have an AWESOME support group this year-we are taking the month of January to focus on losing as much weight as we can to jump start a healthy year!
*I think for my big family goal will be to make sure my kids are more active. I make excuses up here because it is so COLD and there is snow all over the ground. but I am planning to buck up and put on a jacket! My kids could care less what the temperature is anyway :)
Those are the big ones! Good luck to everyone out there working on their goals!
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