tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31257633136521776522024-03-13T14:29:34.874-07:00Time out with the TurpinsJay, Tara, Jayden, Ethan, and KayleighTarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-62169126653092686152013-09-15T15:34:00.001-07:002013-09-15T15:34:36.358-07:00If you think kids will build your self esteem...THINK AGAIN! :)First I should say, my kids are great. I love all of the hugs and "I love you's", and they are just so loveable!! They really are the best thing that ever happened to me. And all that I will say henceforth is meant in a sarcastic, but humorous tone. Time flies so quickly and I am trying to not take these precious moments for granted. And there are so many times that are so joyful, it is impossible to find words to express it, only tears. Each day has little bursts of happiness from seeing them do something for the first time, or watching them learn to be kind to someone else, their jokes or funny stories, or just getting to be with them and their one of a kind, adorable, funny, bubbly personalities. <br />
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But sometimes there are funny experiences, that make you wonder what in the heck you are busting your booty for day in and day out. I'm sure they will be hilarious years from now. After I no longer have huge piles of laundry that seem to double over night. (You know the kind, you've spent two full days washing and folding clothes, and you start to see the light at the end of the tunnel. You think, "I only have about two batches left!!! Hooray!!!" Then you blink your eyes, and there you are again, knee deep in an endless pile of filthy clothing. If you do actually get close to reaching any cleaning goal, other things happen, it's murphy's law right? Like your son poops for some unfathomable reason in his pants in the night. Instead of calling for help, he essentially plays in it; spreading it all over himself and his huge pile of bedding and stuffed animals. Then he sleeps like that. I'm sure you can imagine the smell that smacked his parents in the face as they neared the room the next morning. And their enjoyment of scrubbing dried poop off of him, his bed, and all of his things the next morning. If that doesn't happen, there can be a run of flu that is severe enough that little ones can't get to the bathroom in time, over and over again so that every bit of bedding ends up soiled within a day. These are of course hypothetical situations. Those things have never REALLY happened to me.) Of course there is also the kitchen that looks like a tornado hit it, even when the dishwasher runs enough to get worn out in a year and a half; and a whole house that looks like the scene of a natural disaster most of the time. After I no longer have four little monsters combined with a few visiting monsters, who seem to be TRYING to break everything, or at least make sure that it stays in it's present chaotic state.<br />
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But I digress... on to my experience a couple of weeks ago. Let me give you a little back story. I had spent hours during a two day period trying to help Jayden get through an about me packet that was thirteen pages long. Each page had a question that he had to think about and write a paragraph to answer it. He is very indecisive and I spent lots of time helping him brainstorm ideas and then assuring him that which ever one he chose would be great. Not to mention helping him spell and make sentences. During the day in question, I made him follow me around as I worked on things so I could get things done while helping him. So he was right there as I washed dishes and made dinner. After dinner he was sitting on the stairs with his work on a book in his lap watching me sort laundry. That's when he got to the page where he read the question: "Who is the hardest working person you know?" Well, it would be prideful and pushy for me to TELL him who to choose, so I told him that was a personal question that he needed to decide. But the answer was obvious wasn't it??? :) I know I have my days, but I have spent the last 8 years of my life making all of his meals, washing his clothes, potty training, and cleaning up countless messes. Not to mention all of the birthday cakes I slaved over. All those sleepless nights trying to get them just how he wanted. All of the cookies baked, the activities planned and cleaned up over the years. I increased my pace, to make this unspoken point more clear as I tossed some of his dirty under clothing into the washer. :) One other detail I should mention, is that the question before had been what job does he hate the most. He decided toilets must be the worst job, but then realized he had never had to clean one. He then realized that meant that I always clean the toilets. That conversation should have added some extra points right?! He mused over it for a long time and then dashed my hopes with this dialogue: "This is so hard...who to choose...who to choose... not you...not dad...." (He ended up deciding later, after he had finished writing about the person he chose, that dad might have been a good choice since he goes to work every day.) The dialogue continues after several more moments of silence and obvious concentration. I told him it didn't matter, just decide someone. He said, "I'm trying to decide between Gavin's mommy and Gavin's daddy." I can't blame him, they are great people, but did they change his diapers?!? :). He ended up settling on Gavin's daddy. Are you curious why? Yeah, I was too, but he didn't keep me hanging. During the summer, we were dropping something off at their house. The whole family was in the back yard in their pool, except for his dad. He was busily cleaning the kitchen. So his decision had been based on that one moment in time! He was working pretty fast though, it was impressive :). And the things I do aren't really work, I completely love to scrub toilets and wipe bums. Sweeping cheerios off the floor is like a fun game, how many cheerios will get on the floor today? And cooking is a hobby that he loves to participate in, so that of course isn't work either. I can tell you one thing I decided that night though. He is definitely going to be scrubbing some toilets in the near future! ;)Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-15951646400883016032012-06-06T22:52:00.000-07:002012-06-06T22:52:37.993-07:00Jayden's DreamWe went to Lagoon today and last night Jayden must have been really excited about it, because he had a dream. It was really cute, and he wanted to record it. So I thought this would be a good place. From here on out I'll just be dictating what Jayden says.<br />
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"In my dream, we were on a roller coaster. Courtney was scared. When we were done Courtney found a little carousel. It was a little carousel. It was so little, it could only fit three ponies. And then we all found a bigger carousel with all kinds of animals. I found a tiger, Ethan found a giraffe, Kayleigh found a horse, Courtney found a zebra. All of the sudden, my tiger went faster than ever. And then all of the sudden, Kayleigh's horse was going fast as my tiger. And then Ethan's giraffe was biting the metal on the carousel. And then, our animals came off of the carousel. Ethan's giraffe came off still biting the metal from the carousel. And then, the giraffe came with the other animals. And then my tiger scared away the people at Lagoon. And then all our animals came out of Lagoon. On the streets my tiger was scaring all the cars on the road. And then we went back to Lagoon. We got back on the carousel. The animals came back to their regular spot and they weren't alive anymore. The end."<br />
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Incidentally, every time Jayden rode the carousel today, he picked the tiger. And on another subject, he was quite the flirt. He talked to lots of teenage girls who rode next to him on the carousel, who passed him on the sky ride, as well as the girl that ran one his favorite rides, the ladybug one. I'm not sure what he said to one particular girl, but she pointed him out to her friends when she got off the carousel :). What a cutie!<br />
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Not to be outshined, Ethan had a moment today too. He was riding the helicopters, and he told Jay that there was a girl riding them too, and he said hi, and she smiled at him. Jay said it's probably because she thinks your cool. He said back, no she thinks I'm hot!<br />
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I didn't realize till today, but I better start keeping an eye on these two players! I had no idea I would have to start so young! :)<br />
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We all had a wonderful time and got really worn out. Even the girls, who were NOT impressed with most of the rides we started them off with. And though they didn't like hardly any rides all day, they found a couple of favorites. Kayleigh tolerated the carousel, and ended up liking the boats. She actually loved rattlesnake rapids too, once the boys talked her into going. But the winner for both of them was the one where they get to drive a car. Courtney went on it willingly, which was a first... and then, as they would exit, they would scream AGAIN! and run toward the entrance. They did this until it was 9 o' clock and the ride was closing. I can't even count how many times they rode it.<br />
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The boys were both troopers. Ethan was a little afraid as we arrived anticipating the scariness of the rides. But after a few rides he was sold and they both rode everything Jay threw at them all day (of course most of them were fairly tame). Rattle snake rapids, the dragon ride by the kids area, and the ladybug and dinosaur drop were their favorites. But they loved every one and wanted to ride them over and over. We didn't even get to ride everything they wanted to. We stayed till EVERY ride shut down and then reluctantly went home. It was a great day. Perfect weather, not too crowded, and super fun for the kids.Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-73974202662948878992012-03-04T21:15:00.000-08:002012-03-04T21:15:24.605-08:00Nicknames and ghost storiesYesterday I had a wonderful day with a bunch of my sisters in St George. We went there to look at wedding dresses for Rachel (we found one by the way!). Then we went to lunch and to a place to buy some wedding decorations. It was such a fun day! Great talks, and lots of laughs.<br />
Jay was amazing, and made it a really fun day for the kids. First, he took all four kids out all day shopping and to mcdonalds. They called it the quest for ratchet. (and batman too! Ethan would say). Then they came back and told each other scary stories by the light of Ethan's light saber. Whoever was telling the story got to hold the light saber. Here are the highlights dictated by Jay (what he can remember a day later :) Ethan started out: "Once upon a time...there was a little boy who didn't have a mom or dad...or a baby. And he lived with grandma and grandpa brown. And the zombies broke into their house and broke all their toys. Grandpa yelled at them, but they couldn't hear like grandpa. And they were throwing their heads at them. " Kayleigh's story went like this: "There was monsters and skeletons, and when I saw them I said "what the heck?" And they growled at me and I said "what the heck?" And they started running and I said "what the heck?" and her story pretty much followed this pattern throughout, eliciting laughter from the rest of the kids every time she would say the signature phrase. Jayden didn't tell much of a story because he was a little scared (he's not so fond of scary story time) not to mention he wanted to play video games. Clearly a fun day was had by all! <br />
While I'm writing fun kids stuff, I'm going to add some random notes that I have jotted down over the last year, but not ever transferred into here. First is Kayleigh's Transformer name. It was given to her about a year ago, and is frequently still used when they play different transformer games that they dream up. Drum roll please...Baby diaper! Yes I was surprised too. I asked them why they kept saying baby diaper and Jayden informed me. I don't know how he came up with it, but it has definitely stuck. hehehehe :)<br />
Next was from one night that Jayden was feeling reluctant to go to bed. He said "I wish I was nocturnal" He is such a funny, animal loving boy. We watched a "how it's made" show where they were processing beaver pelts to be used for clothing. I must admit I didn't like seeing it either, you could see their little faces on the pelt. :( But Jayden, though he tried to put on a brave face, got really emotional about it.) He is such a sensitive little cutie!<br />
Another day, Jayden and Ethan were discussing what they wanted to be when they grow up. (Ethan: a fireman or policeman, Jayden: an astronaut and a farmer) Kayleigh said:"I grow up, I want to be the chicken." She also used to say disgusting in a cute way. She would say it like "isgusting" :)<br />
Since I haven't taken much time to write about our baby girl, I will take a few minutes now. Courtney is getting pretty chatty these days and has always been such a good communicator. She is SUCH a fun baby. I don't know if its because she might be my last, or just because she is so amusing, but I have enjoyed her so much. (I have enjoyed ALL my little ones of course! They each have amazing fun personalities, and all do great things! But I digress...) She has a personality that is so vibrant, and is VERY expressive. This can be difficult when she is sad, because she doesn't do anything half way. But mostly she is a happy girl, so we usually enjoy the exuberant smiles, dancing, and laughter. Some cute courtneyisms: Up until last week when her food was gone she would say "gah gone", now she has changed it to "ahh gone". She also says "bah" for either her sippy, or a ball. Another favorite of mine is "gaaooo" (go). That is frequent these days :). In fact, she loves putting on clothes or shoes, in hopes that it means she can gao She can also say cookie almost perfectly, and a-ba-zas (applesauce). I hope this doesn't mean she is neglected, but she often brings us things when she is hungry, like a bottle of food or a cup. And she looks so cute! Yesterday, I left really early and Jay was woken up by someone hitting him repeatedly in the head. It turned out to be Courtney. She was carrying a jar of food in one arm and hitting him with the spoon in the other, whining and babbling to him. I'm sure she was pleading the case for her hungry tummy :). I wonder if she thinks we are really dim, because she is very careful to communicate clearly with us. No is a very decisive shaking of the head. Yes requires her whole body. She rocks when she is sitting and bends her knees up and down when she is standing, combined with a big smile and sounds of excitement. In fact, any time we give her what she wants she makes these cute little encouraging sounds. (I LOVE IT!) When she is trying to share a harder to understand word, she looks deeply into my eyes and seems to be carefully sounding it out. She is something else, I tell you. Of course, when I fail to understand her carefully constructed communication/or if I say no or take too long, things go south pretty quickly, she is good at communicating her feelings of frustration (see above ;). But mostly we get along pretty good since her words usually are communicating a kind of food or drink and a few guesses on my part are enough to get that cute little yes dance. When she wants something else, a book, toy or movie for instance, she also brings them to me or leads me to them and points. She loves being a big kid, sitting on a chair, etc...and repeatedly shares her excitement about it. Like every time she sits on a chair for instance, she makes a little noise and points down at the chair. I cheer her on about being such a big girl and she smiles in a satisfied way. This happens over and over again every few minutes :). <br />
I hope that writing brings me back to these moments with my kids. I adore all of their little eccentricities. I'm thankful for their patience and kindness to me. I think they are smart, and sweet and in every way AMAZING. I thank the Lord for these experiences. Parenting is messy, and disorganized(in my case), full of unexpected turns, uncertainty, and a good dose of frustration sometimes. But what a BLESSING gettting to associate closely with these priceless treasures. I never feel able to put it into words. Even when days are bad, my heart swells with gratitude that the Lord trusts my incapable, impatient, unkind self with this opportunity. (Though I wish I were more capable, etc...) But the great moments: when they do funny things that make me smile, or times when they learn something new, or moments that I get to see their innocence and I feel overwhelmed with pride at their GOOD choices and desires. And of course all of the every day moments, holding them, watching them play, hugs, smiles... The feelings at those times are indescribable. SUCH joy. Life is amazing.Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-78337386089052224582011-09-02T21:57:00.000-07:002013-09-15T15:36:22.277-07:00StingsThis week my 10 month old got stung by a wasp...in a place I would never expect to have to worry about it. Was she gallivanting in the yard, or taking a walk in the stroller you ask? Nope. Just crawling up our stairs on her way to bed. I guess that is what I get for leaving the front door open all day while the kids play. I forgot to take a picture of her poor swelled little pinkie. But she is a determined young woman. I am sad to report that her experience hasn't dimmed her fascination with the stairs at all.<br />
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<br />Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-53406044847923730882011-07-23T00:55:00.000-07:002011-09-28T08:35:27.237-07:00GratefulI can't sleep and I wanted to take a minute and make sure that I record along with all of my complaints, and events, just how much I LOVE my kids. I often feel overwhelmed with all I have to do, or rather all I don't get done... But in spite of that, every day I am thankful for the special, one of a kind kids who the Lord was kind enough to bless me with. Each one of them sets a great example for me in their own way. I got a horrible cough over the last week or so. I haven't done ANYTHING, and they have been cooped up in this house for such a long time. But they haven't complained, even though I haven't let them out the many times they have asked. And Jayden is constantly bringing me drinks, to help me feel better. I always find myself blocked when I want to describe for them how much they matter to me. It's hard to put into words, because they each have these little different qualities that lift my heart. And I can talk about the little things they say that make me smile or things I like about them... But it is more than that. They are SO good inside, and I can feel it, and it does make me feel unworthy to be their mom, especially when I think of how bad I am to them sometimes. But it also makes me feel thankful for EVERY little minute I get with them, because my time with them is the most AMAZING of my life. Especially the ones where I get to listen to what they think, or something they discovered...AMAZING. Both watching them learn, and just learning new facets of their personality, there is nothing like it. Even Courtney already lifts me so much. She is such an easy smiler, and she grins so big when she sees us(jay and I) that it seems like her face might break. It is the best feeling in the world seeing her, and my other kids smile. Jayden is already so helpful. I am constantly asking him to go get this or put away that, and he almost always is willing to do whatever little task I give him. He loves to draw and always has things he wants to write to narrate his books he makes. I love that he is creative and wants to learn. And he has such a tender side, especially for animals. He is so fascinated with them, and tells me constantly different things he learns. Not to mention, adopting obscure new ones into his games and stories. The other day he said to me, "I am hungry like a mussel, and not the kind on your body."(I think I was an adult before knew what a mussel was. :) And when he's a badger he's not just a badger, he's a honey badger...or an arctic wolf, etc... :). He is getting old enough to understand spiritual things, and I LOVE to talk to him when we read the scriptures. He already reminds me when we don't read and tells me that he sleeps better and doesn't have as many nightmares when we read our scriptures. I hope he keeps that awareness. Ethan is also my little care taker too. He wants to help Courtney so much. A lot of his days are spent smiling at her, or trying to make her laugh. I hope I never forget the look he gets on his face when he looks at her. He looks like HE is going to burst! And his stories make me happy too. I wish I could remember every one of all of their stories. They says the cutest, and funniest things. Both boys are constantly telling me things they learn about the world. Like, for instance, Ethan said one day "You can't throw cake on the police, or they will throw you in jail". "So don't do that okay? Promise you won't do that?" Modesty is very important to him. He told Kayleigh or Jayden one time while their shirt was off: "Get away from me! Your Naked!.... You don't want people around when you are naked huh? Yeah, or I might throw up" And one more funny thing: we were watching beauty and the beast and he was SO sad at the end when the beast was hurt. Jayden always had this reaction when he watched monster's inc and found out that boo had to leave. So I thought this one would be easy. I cuddled him in my arms and tried to comfort him and let him know that the beast was alright, he was just turned back into a human. I forget he loves little monsters...whenever he pretends these days he either wants to be a skeleton with no hair, or a tron guy. Formerly, he frequently picked zombies...I know, thanks Jay! He replied, " I want him to be a beast only! I don't want him to be a women!" For those of you who are puzzled by the women comment, just watch the end of beauty and the beast as he is transformed into his handsome prince self with the flowing blonde locks, and tell me that hair doesn't look like a woman...or women in Ethan's terms. He is always very aware of Jesus and the right things to do. In fact, of late, the other person he likes to pretend to be is Jesus...It has caused me to wrestle with my conscience on how to deal with it. He wants a towel or a blanket to put over his head and has even used Courtney's headbands, wrapped around the chin part of his face for a beard. I remember when he was very little, maybe even two, he fell on the porch on his way out to the car and scraped his face. We were on our way to church and we kind of decided to stay home, because he was bleeding and hurt. He cried and said that Jesus wanted him at church. And more recently, we are pretty much always late to church. So late that rather than skulk into sacrament meeting, we just sit in the foyer. He has begged a few times to go inside and is very distraught about not getting to. So anyway, I don't want to discourage that kind of sensitivity. Of course the wrestle is because I don't want him to take the Savior and what he did lightly or not teach him enough respect for Him. But I also don't want to discourage him from making the Savior a part of his life and encourage him rather to be a skeleton or other character... Here I am on a tangent! I'm just trying to say, I am happy that he too is sensitive to spiritual things. My kids are SO much better than I was at such a young age...Who am I kidding, they are better than me now! I hope they can continue to learn how to follow those good feelings. Even Kayleigh, she loves to sing and I love to hear her sing I am a child of God. At first I thought it was so cute how it sounded like I am a child of God, but it was a bunch of garbled syllables. My favorite part though, was when she sang "w' gramma kine a ears!" Instead of parents kind and dear. Now she sings it like a pro. She has even sang it a few times in the car at my request to calm the baby... or me! She also loves to play pretend. She is an AMAZING doggy. With the panting and even an occasional doggy kiss. And she LOVEs to pretend she's a baby and sometimes amazes me with her great courtney impressions! She really likes to set up who's going to be what in her game. One minute I'm assigned to be the baby and she's the mommy, the next we swap, it really keeps me on my toes :). Another time, Kayleigh: "I a goggy (doggy), Ethan is a cow, and Jayden is a guck(duck). And you are a....cow." Me(trying not to take offense at the cow comment :): "what is daddy?" "aaa...guck." "And courtney?" "a guck." Have you seen this girl?!? She is so cute, as well as very smart and stubborn. I'll be honest, she scares me! But she is also so sweet natured. She is constantly trying to help people feel better and often forfeits her toy or does other unselfish things to make Ethan or others happy. In fact, my favorite thing to see in nursery is when she tries to find toys for the kids who are not so happy to be there. What a darling girl :). The one thing I can say about Courtney beside the fact that I love how happy she is and how remarkably patient she is. I love her wise eyes. They seem to see right through me. I'm sure she will have a lot to teach me as I get to know her better. And she is a real go getter too. She makes me tired sometimes, but I love her determination.<br />
My one hope when I am old and grey and return to Heavenly Father, is that each memory I have of my kids is as clear as the day we made it. I'm sure I am the most forgetful person I know. And SO many are forgotten before I record them. I always feel blocked when I am trying to think of posts like these. I just hope that all those millions of moments are somehow being stored up there and will be waiting for me. <br />
If in twenty years my kids read this, Please know this. I think you are AMAZING! Every one of you! I could never pick a favorite because each of you are so unique and special you are each my favorite you! I love you more than I could ever say in words. My one hope above all others is to see you happy in your lives and to be with you FOREVER. EVERY day, even the ones I yell and scream, I pray a thankful prayer to Heavenly Father for giving you to me. And I beg him to help you to learn what you need to learn in spite of my unskilled teaching, and to bless me with patience since I am SO lacking in that. I beg him to help you to return to him and be happy. I love you I love you I love you I LOVE YOU! Your faithful mommy :)Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-23862042394094340632011-04-02T07:35:00.000-07:002011-04-02T07:35:27.247-07:00Count Your BlessingsI have been in kind of a strange place these days... I have tons of blog posts in my queue, all unfinished...a pile of laundry at the bottom of my stairs unfinished...an endless pile of dishes, that though I feel I am washing constantly, remains unfinished... I assume you get the picture, only those who have been unfortunate enough to enter my home see the enormity of my failure, and for those people...I am very sorry :). Then you combine that with my short temper, and my general frazzled, forgetful, brain that can't organize a thought, let alone a sentence, or an action... and I have basically been feeling like I'm in a sand pit. I claw and claw my way up the side and think, I'm doing this, I am going to get to the top! (You know in the morning when I have already gotten the kids off to school and gotten some laundry started and dishes done. And I'm thinking, at this rate, I'll have time to clean these two rooms today AND, maybe have time to help Jayden with his homework and, read to the kids and, maybe even let them do an art project while I make dinner! And, TODAY I'm going to have dinner ready ON TIME! YES!!!) Then, the next thing I know, It's four o'clock...It feels like I just blinked. (While making meals, solving fights, feeding my constantly hungry baby, and admittedly, checking facebook) Oh well, so much for two clean rooms, homework, and art projects...good thing he's still in kindergarten!! I better hurry and fill the dishwasher again and start dinner, at least that will be on time tonight... Of course that gets interrupted several times and I am at six thirty going... Oh no! We are eating at 7 again and my poor children are STARVING, and where in the heck are all those clean dishes, and who dumped that chocolate milk behind the table!?!? Man, I wish I swept up those cheerios this morning before they dumped that milk! And I never changed that batch out!!! So basically, I claw my way up and get just high enough to see success, and that darn sand starts sliding. Before I know it I am back at the bottom, exhausted, and NO CLOSER to the summit. I have often pictured myself in some natural setting like this, I don't know why. In the past I pictured myself climbing the side of the mountain with my kids in a pack on my back. It was a hard climb, but then I could take a rest, look out, and see a beautiful view. I don't know how I got from there to this SAND PIT! I'm going back to the mountains, they are the place I love.<br />
I read a little article in the friend, and got some amazing advice from my mom. (As usual, do you know my mom? If you do, you are a lucky person.) I think I am getting out of this place! I have been slowly implementing her suggestions, as well as some goals of my own. Oddly, my physical surroundings have not changed much... I am still WAY overweight, and I don't think I am any more organized yet... but I yelled a lot less this week! And my mental imagery has changed some... I picture a winding path. Still a little dark, but mountainous, with the darkness coming from trees shading it, that has to be a good thing. I hated the monotony of that sand pit ;). And I feel happy. Now I have never not felt blessed. I have AMAZING children and a fantastic husband. I just felt like the blight on their otherwise happy lives. And I was starting to feel helpless to change anything.<br />
Now, I have a long way to go, but I am trying to adopt some things that will help me do better physically. I love having goals and feeling like you are moving toward some level of accomplishment. But more importantly, I want to FEEL good. And though accomplishing my goals does help, I have needed a spiritual overhaul. In case any of you feel like me, here are the suggestions that my mom gave me for baby steps that can be done even in a crazy busy life. I have sporadically read scriptures, or the Ensign, but in my disorganized life, I find that I do one thing one day, and different things the next and a week or several, will go by without any study. She suggested playing primary songs all day on the radio, as one way to change the spirit in my home. That is the only one that I have fully implemented, and it has helped A LOT! I'll get there eventually with these other two! Playing the scriptures on the computer in the morning while I get ready and make Jay's lunch etc... And getting dressed and ready for the day first thing. (Anyone who has seen me in recent months know I have not yet implemented this one!)<br />
The other thing that has helped me was a little article I read to the kids from the friend. It is an exerpt from a Talk given by Henry B. Eyring in the October 2007 general conference. I haven't read the whole talk yet, I am going to include what I read in the friend here: <br />
"Forgetting God has been a problem among His children since the world began. Think of the times of Moses, when God provided manna and in miraculous and visible ways led and protected His children. Still the prophet warned the people: “Take heed … lest thou forget the things which thine eyes have seen” (Deuteronomy 4:9).<br />
Find ways to recognize and remember God’s kindness. It will build our testimonies. You remember that song we sometimes sing: “Count your many blessings; name them one by one, and it will surprise you what the Lord has done” (“Count Your Blessings,” Hymns, no. 241).<br />
When our children were very small, I started to write down a few things about what happened every day. I never missed a day no matter how tired I was or how early I would have to start the next day. Before I would write, I would ponder this question: “Have I seen the hand of God reaching out to touch us or our children or our family today?” As I would cast my mind over the day, I would see evidence of what God had done for one of us that I had not recognized in the busy moments of the day. I realized that trying to remember had allowed God to show me what He had done.<br />
The Holy Ghost helps us see what God has done for us. I testify that God loves us and blesses us more than most of us have yet recognized. I know that is true, and it brings me joy to remember Him."<br />
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Attitude is SO much a deciding factor in our lives. So my first goal tied to this is to change the way I think. I think so many negative thoughts... Mostly about myself and my many failures, but even more than that... If I am stressed about a social situation or something negative that might happen or has happened I have these conversations in my head about what I wish I said, or even worse what I could say if the confrontation I imagine might happen actually does happen. (Of course usually those imagined confrontations NEVER happen) And isn't that sick? Who spends their life thinking over and over of their stinging reply they wish they said when someone said something rude...LET IT GO! And worse, the what if some person says something mean to them next week when a stressful situation might happen at this event or that?? Who thinks of their possible reply in a situation like that!?! I am so weird... So the one thing I got out of this is to STOP thinking, let alone saying bad things. I am trying not to gossip, or even let myself think anything bad about another person, or about myself. The primary songs have helped a TON with this. Both to making me aware of negative thoughts and helping me purge those bad habits! As with everything else, I have a LONG way to go.<br />
The other goal I have tied to this is to record in my journal, positive things that have happened each week. Or where we have been touched by the hand of God. Since my blog is my journal, maybe I'll be actually catching up on it!<br />
My other feel good goals beside continuing to work toward organization are to do the things I love to do. I love to spend time with my kids. I love to blog. And I love to sew, and make things. So those are some things that I am going to do. My favorite quick sewing project of late, is fabric flowers. So I am going to make some every week for my girls and to sell on ebay or give as gifts. If anyone who reads this has any interest in buying flowers, let me know and I'll post the ones I make each week. I'll probably be selling them for 3-5 bucks each. Also, if anyone wants me to make a particular kind... If you'll buy me five bucks worth of material and whatever centers you want for the flowers, I'll make you two flowers of whatever size and kind you want. (That is if you want a particular center. I make soft fleece or felt centers on big flowers and I can put a button or jewel if it is a small flower. But if you want a covered button, or other large button you'll have to buy them.) I can post or email pics of the kinds I make if anyone has interest. And I'll just keep the extra fabric as payment. (That will help me work on my hobby without spending money that I don't have!) Also, anyone who sews and wants to help me out, please give me any scraps of fabric or ribbon that you won't use. I can make flowers with very small amts of fabric, so if you are going to throw it away anyway, I would love to have it!! :) Life is great and we are so blessed to be here! I am going to count my four special blessings on another post today or tomorrow, but for now, goodbye! And thanks for listening :).Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-14744145930548435382010-10-14T22:16:00.000-07:002010-10-14T22:16:52.280-07:00WHAT A DAY!I just had one of those not so pleasant, but probably will be funny in a couple of years moments and I felt I should record it. Jayden goes back to school next week and I thought it would be fun to do one last fun activity with mommy before going back. They always want to go play at the restaurant play areas so I let them pick the place and we ended up at Taco Maker.<br />
It is a larger one, but since Ethan and Kayleigh are usually not adventurous enough to leave the bottom areas, I figured we were okay. Well today everyone was feeling particularly brave. Jayden lead all of them up to the top, and Ethan and Kayleigh were all over that play area like pros. After my initial panic at the thought of one of them getting stuck, I felt a wave of pride in my children and settled in to enjoy watching them have fun. And they did! It was great! They were climbing up and down all over the tunnels with no problem, and I figured they would all avoid the giant slide in the back. Eventually I heard one of them working their way down the slide. I knew it must be Jayden, since Ethan rarely attempts any slide, let alone one that is longer than a yard. But sure enough MY Ethan emerged at the bottom. I was so happy for him I could hardly contain my excitement; and he beamed with pride that he had managed it, especially first (my boys are a little too competitive lately :). That caught Kayleigh's attention and the two of them spent the next ten minutes climbing up and sliding down again. This was the best play area in the world!! Now they had been on every part of this huge jungle gym without any fear. I was thrilled...I had nothing to worry about.<br />
It was at about this moment that Kayleigh must have reached the top of the slide for the first time... Apparently the slide looks a lot more scary from the very top, than it does from halfway up, or however far she'd gone the twenty other times she had gone up and down it. Then, as she realized she was trapped, the crying commenced. First, I sat at the bottom and tried to coax her down. She said okay several times in between fits of crying and I thought she would come around that final bend any second... After what seemed like FOREVER I figured she was stuck halfway down and sent Jayden up the slide to check her progress. She was still at the top... So I asked him to coax her down... She wasn't interested... Since she was already crying anyway, I thought maybe Jayden could grab her feet and force her down the slide. (Maybe not the smartest move, but I have to say in my defense that I am 38 weeks pregnant, measuring 42 weeks pregnant. AND I FEEL IT! I didn't think there was ANY possible way that I was going drag my huge pregnant body up the 3, 360 degree turns that this slide took to get to the top. I was desperate.) <br />
So Jayden commenced pulling, and Kayleigh's crying turned into horrible, SHRIEKS of sheer terror. It was painful to hear, but I figured it would be over soon. Meanwhile, Ethan climbed up and wanted to help too, and then some kind of battle between he and Jayden happened and Ethan was screaming too. I was hollering at Ethan to come down and get out of the way which elicited more sad complaints from him. I think somewhere in the middle Jayden wanted to give up and I talked him into trying again (I can't be sure, it was pretty chaotic). Shortly after he started making attempt number two, he informed me that she had thrown up... LOVELY. This ended it for Jayden. I wanted him to do whatever it took to yank her down, but when I tried to get him to he started crying. "She's really strong and I don't want to throw up!" (He does have a point, he has thrown up just with the sight of it before. I guess I didn't want that to add to our problems.) I was able to talk him into going up the back way and trying to coax her down that way. I had to guilt him into it, telling him that he was her only hope of ever getting down. I felt bad afterward because after that failed he was crying too. Between sobs..."It SMELLS SO bad and I didn't want to throw up!" She didn't want to go down the little tunnel to go the back way anyway. Funny how that seemed so scary to her now, even though she had been scurrying through them with no problem before!<br />
Next,<span style="font-size: large;"> I</span> tried to climb the slide. I got just around the first curve before I started sliding back down... I pulled and held on the best I could, but gravity was too strong for me... So I layed there at the point I could get to and with the most soothing voice I could muster, begged her any way I could to come down. I told her I wanted a hug, and that I would catch her, and encouraged her over and over. She would longingly or pathetically say mommy, and then say okay, but would eventually say "I skeerd". We went through this for another long time...then I thought maybe if I scared her down... (again...I was desperate!) So I told her she needed to come down or I was going to have to leave. She cried a little and I begged some more, but still NOTHING. So I went over by Jayden and Ethan and waited a minute, hoping she would take the bait and come down, and trying to imagine how the rest of the afternoon was going to play out... Can you call the police to rescue a little girl from a jungle gym?? Do we just wait till Jay gets off work in two hours?? Start begging strangers to rescue my throw up covered daughter?? Do I try to climb through the miles of tubes and rope ladders to get to her from the other way? I figured if I struggled to climb the slide, there was no way I was going to make it up the maze. I would probably end up tangled in one of those rope nets or worse, break through somewhere along the way since it is definitely NOT made to hold someone of my weight. So there was but one choice...back to the slide. I hadn't taken my shoes off before, because I figured they would give me more traction than my bare feet. What the heck, bare feet it is. I got to about the same place on the slide when my knees started slipping again and nothing I could do would keep me from sliding back down! (stupid slick pregnancy pants!) I begged and coaxed a little more, before realizing I could turn around and back up the slide. Ever so slowly I inched my way up the curves, feeling the weight of gravity pulling down on my stomach. The slide bounced slightly with each move and I was certain that it would eventually collapse under my weight. I finally reached her and was slapped in the face with her horrible smell...(Jayden REALLY knew what he was talking about!) I think the throw up got even more rank during the HOUR it took me to get her down; and she had added to it by pooping her pants in a more stinky than usual way.<br />
So we finally got to the bottom and I tried to hurry and gather up our stuff and clean up. Then I dragged my stinky daughter who was quite obviously covered in disgusting slimy throw up through the crowd of people who were trying to enjoy their food...at least they WERE before WE walked by. Then I informed the employees (as if they couldn't tell) that my daughter had thrown up all over their jungle gym...that was a pleasant end. Out at the car, I stripped her down and changed her diaper, thankful the ordeal was finally over!Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-6082343033228279002010-10-14T22:12:00.000-07:002010-10-14T22:15:58.240-07:00Back to School<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Orientation Day!</td></tr>
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Ethan started about a month later on September 8. He looked so little with that giant backpack on! He goes twice a week for a couple of hours and is so proud to be in preschool. In fact, he tells Kayleigh almost every day that she can't go to his school :) He especially loves color days when he gets treats! </div><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;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKOyrT8Gf196g2CF7RmOLd1xo18dJk1OwQLWJwFQ1unPjFeClUp9Jil6qmWuXxPQjY9IrSbzn6Jc8DE0cSVA5zZhhl2cVKQ9Xi_lvROdwhnVMhcqkCsPjhuI9Oc5ta2yekAv8VMthsIifl/s1600/Copy+of+DSCN3084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKOyrT8Gf196g2CF7RmOLd1xo18dJk1OwQLWJwFQ1unPjFeClUp9Jil6qmWuXxPQjY9IrSbzn6Jc8DE0cSVA5zZhhl2cVKQ9Xi_lvROdwhnVMhcqkCsPjhuI9Oc5ta2yekAv8VMthsIifl/s320/Copy+of+DSCN3084.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSNeoyGmfTDbs2WvROU8xm15i0OntN4zQixQIx7DLFFz3V3JHv85nqcyWJx82iuAMdFyXcbC2__udM4Qyj3uPuUUPiyY61spR4YAsc4hvc3k5i6rSSY71Gb1qYYNIsVJl40sdeqloDJoA/s1600/Copy+of+DSCN3082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSNeoyGmfTDbs2WvROU8xm15i0OntN4zQixQIx7DLFFz3V3JHv85nqcyWJx82iuAMdFyXcbC2__udM4Qyj3uPuUUPiyY61spR4YAsc4hvc3k5i6rSSY71Gb1qYYNIsVJl40sdeqloDJoA/s320/Copy+of+DSCN3082.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMLjq9Ye0lVzWz-H1jW724ucwN6PMCmo7xAGqgWTITNLHU68WdabX4kP5OG8TqcqkKE79f6afvrw9cBjryZihn7xQT6YLwIQ19VyVqVYYfO-hoCayMwLHITpr6FxYREb12d25gCSReDL3V/s1600/Copy+of+DSCN3083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMLjq9Ye0lVzWz-H1jW724ucwN6PMCmo7xAGqgWTITNLHU68WdabX4kP5OG8TqcqkKE79f6afvrw9cBjryZihn7xQT6YLwIQ19VyVqVYYfO-hoCayMwLHITpr6FxYREb12d25gCSReDL3V/s320/Copy+of+DSCN3083.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-68735505293487992632010-07-29T21:26:00.000-07:002010-07-29T21:26:27.244-07:004th of July Part 1 and 2!Since 4th of July fell on a Sunday this year, we got to celebrate it twice! On Saturday the 3rd, we did our traditional celebration and it was a perfect day for a parade. It was a pretty cool day, and I was very thankful for that. It was the most comfortable weather we've had in years! All of the kids had a great time. I brought candy so they didn't have to battle other kids for it, but SO many people threw candy to them, they had more than they wanted! In my opinion, it was a perfect morning.<br />
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The men left our driveway looking like a war zone, so I think they had fun even before it got dark! <br />
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We headed over to the Magna fireworks and they always have such a great show. Every year seems better because our kids get older and enjoy it more. I'm so glad that we can continue with a tradition that was Jay's all through his childhood. I'm thankful for all of the memories that our kids will have with this fun tradition.<br />
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After trekking back to our cars and taking our "secret" shortcut home, we started the BIG fireworks. Ethan and Kayleigh didn't want to participate this year, so I got to watch caillou with them inside... lucky me :). And Jay didn't have to listen to my constant warnings. I love seeing the little boy grin on Jay's face as he gets his one of rare chances to play with fire. (taking all safety precautions for my sake of course! :)<br />
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Usually Jay's sister and her kids have to miss our Magna parade, etc... because they go to the Layton parade where Chon is a fire fighter and ride on the fire truck. We had the rare opportunity to join them this year on Monday the 5th of July. Ethan wasn't so crazy about the idea of riding on top of the truck, but Jayden got to and it was such a fun experience for him! Thanks Chon for including him! I really enjoyed the parade. They have more floats and bands than our little Magna parade and it was fun to see them.<br />
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It was wonderful, fun and EXHAUSTING!!! I'm barely feeling recovered two days after it is all over. But I wouldn't trade the memories for the world. Wednesday we just started slow by hanging out with mom at Jana and Rachel's apartment. Thursday they came to my house and we let the kids play until time for our girls night at Cheesecake Factory! It was fun getting away with the girls, and the FOOD was great too! ;) We went back to Laura's with our ten pieces of cheesecake and everyone tried all of the kinds...yummy! <br />
Friday is when things got crazy! Jay left Friday morning for a camp out and I packed up the kids and our swimming gear and headed to Jana's apartment. We went swimming for the first time Friday night and it was apparent that I don't expose my kids to the water enough!! Both Jayden and Ethan were most comfortable in a boat that Cari brought, with lots of supports in it. So they took turns using it. Kayleigh begrudgingly stayed in the water for a time, with various adults, but preferred to be out running around the perimeter of the pool. She scared me to death several times! I was certain she would slip and careen into the pool far away from where we were. (needless to say, we started setting rules that she stay by the table or be in the water with an adult after that day) I found out in the course of the evening that at some time I had driven over a road hazard that put a hole in BOTH of my passenger side tires. Luckily, Laura had a compressor, so I pumped them up once that night to keep the rims off the ground. We stayed up ridiculously late: after I pumped up my tires, we put the kids to bed, and then Mom and I went to walmart. We went in search of more boats and groceries needed for Saturday. We found them, but thought they were smaller so we didn't buy them. Returned home at 2 am and got a few hours sleep before getting up and starting on the business for the next day. I woke up in time to pump up my tires again and have Dad take me to discount tire right when they opened. We got back and visited the pool for the morning and it worked out well. Most of the kids weren't there so Jayden borrowed one of the big kid floaties that seemed stable to him and swam around with that while Ethan enjoyed the boat. They were having so much fun that the hours flew by! Before long it was noon and we got out, bathed the kids and ourselves and got dressed. Then mom and I went to costco for things for the Saturday reunion and Sunday birthday party. By the time we returned we ate a few bites of lunch and then I made fondant while they raced to put together stuff for the Brown family reunion in Kaysville. Even with everyone working we were an hour later than planned. (I'm not sorry though, an hour longer at the park would have made me MORE tired!) The kids watched the ducks and played around the pavillion until time to eat and then we went and played on the play ground. I felt bad not getting to talk to the fam much, but I was alone with the kids and afraid of what might happen if they got away from me by the creek that runs through the park. And they had a great time, especially once I finally let them go to the playground! Jayden is pretty self sufficient, so he just went wherever all over the play ground. There is one perfect slide for smaller kids on one side that I showed Kayleigh and Ethan after they were tired of digging in the wood chips. It was the perfect size for them to go on even by themselves. I showed them the path up the stairs and across the bridge to the slide and back to the stairs and they went around and around till time to go. Kayleigh was particularly funny; she is so small, she would often plop right on her bum at the bottom of the slide because she couldn't catch herself with her feet. But it didn't even phase her. She'd just get back up and head for the stairs again. When I reached my limit of exhaustion, I loaded up the kids trekked home to Jay who had returned from the campout while we were at the reunion. I would have loved to go to bed, but instead I worked on the birthday party prep till after midnight. (I got a second wind and its a good thing! If you read my post about the birthday, I needed to stay up that late or something probably wouldn't have gotten done!)<br />
I will leave out Sunday since I included that in another post, but it was another long, though incredibly wonderful and rewarding day. Happy Birthday Jayden!!!<br />
I stayed up pretty late Sunday again visiting and relaxing after the party. I was planning to get to Jana's apartment to start preparing for Arin's shower by 8...(yup, ANOTHER event! :) I couldn't make myself get up quite as early as planned and was pretty sore so my movements were slowing down. I forgot to mention that Jana and Rachel live in a third floor apartment. I am pretty out of shape, overweight, and six months pregnant, so after a few days of walking those stairs several times I was FEELING IT! After dressing the kids and one more trip to walmart for shower necessities, I didn't get there till 11! And then we wanted to let the kids swim again. Mom went to walmart and ended up buying those boats we saw as well as a ton of other floaties and it was a great thing! They weren't smaller like they appeared, they were the same, plus they had a sun shade. So we had tons more for the kids to play with and they all had a wonderful day. Maybe too wonderful. We were there for hours and apparently didn't reapply sunblock frequently enough so many of us got burned at least in some places. Luckily the burn didn't kick in for me that day. Some of us went to Laura's to prepare for the shower while the rest went to buy stuff for it, and we got it put together in time. I felt pretty good except for my stair weary legs! <br />
It was a great party. We don't get to see that family very often and lots of them came, even from far distances. It was nice visiting and just seeing everyone. Teri brought some particularly beautiful and sentimental home decorations that brought tears to Arin's eyes and we all shared a special moment. How exciting to watch Arin anticipate her special new life to come, an unforgettable evening because we shared it with so many amazing women. After everyone left, I dragged myself home and plopped into bed.<br />
Now by tuesday, I was pretty close to hitting the wall. Ethan was up in the night suffering from his sunburn, and I didn't sleep so well myself. During the night, I was convinced that we would not swim the next day. I suppose the wiser thing to do would have been to stay home completely. However, I am so zealous about seeing my family when they come to town. That, combined with my desire to give my kids every opportunity for fun and memories, made me drag myself out of bed and pack up again for Jana's. Everyone was pretty exhausted by Tuesday, but the kids, even Ethan still wanted to swim. So I went and got a couple more shaded boats for the kids who we wanted to keep out of the sun, and we put extra sunscreen and t shirts on them and headed back out to the pool. I struggled even at the store, but didn't even think of asking just to stay in with Kayleigh. She never really grew to love the water. We forced her to be in there on the other days, and she tolerated it as long as their were lots of adults to keep passing her around. (I think she was really just trying to find one to understand her pointing toward the edge of the pool where she wanted to be! ) She was happiest playing in the shade by the pool. We went down at right about nap time for her. She even tried to curl up and go to sleep on my lap and on a floaty on the ground under the table, but could find no rest and was getting very grumpy. I also was progressively feeling worse even though all I was doing was sitting in a chair in the shade! Luckily, Mom, Cari, and Candice suggested I go in. I felt like I barely made it up the stairs and by the time I got there I was cramping so I started feeling anxious about the baby too. Kayleigh and I laid under the table until it went away and then I got us out of our swimming clothes and laid down for a nap. It was SO nice to just rest and I was thankful that Jayden and Ethan could still be out having fun. I still felt miserable when they came up and I just wanted to go home. So we said our goodbyes and I drove home. Jay let me go right to bed and put the kids to bed. (SUCH an AWESOME husband! Especially since he had spent the day digging in the sun and was extremely weary himself.) Now two days later, I feel almost completely back to myself and all the effort was worth it. We had such a priceless week with Mom, Dad, and Cari's family. We are so blessed to have such a large family with wonderful cousins to spend time with.<br />
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I only pulled out the camera one time all week. Here's some of our swimming fun!<br />
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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYTnexIJZFCwL5mhhIkBdpzRsPhYm1A4aCWoW3wmPjdcaEuyKL6mm1Sqru0zNiqYtVXvr5HAmP680zUmMYPTspuV4jHwFFiz4fGMY18eUdG2RDBOvujl4A5fpgx_Ir7Rqq6hcJXBswxBx/s320/DSCN2920.JPG" /></a></div>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-35399511497053534512010-07-29T06:54:00.001-07:002011-09-02T21:57:16.216-07:00Reunion and CampingI didn't get any pics of this last weekend, but wanted to post anyway about our one camping trip of the summer. Jay ended up being on call and couldn't go to the Jensen reunion with us, but since I rested most of the week after mom left I decided to take the kids by myself and let them have a mini camping trip. The fam was really helpful, Laura let us stay in her tent. (Jayden remembered sleeping out a couple of summers ago in her tent and was really excited to repeat the experience.) We left bright and early for the reunion and met the family at the camp ground. It was only about a two hour drive, but Jayden kept asking if we were in Nevada yet. He thought it was a pretty long drive. My fam reserved a camp ground in Manti by the temple. I haven't been back through Ephraim for years and enjoyed seeing it again. The reunion was fun, but really hot and tiring! Ethan completely wore himself out! He had been playing forever on the playground and the swings and was looking pretty sick to me. I was swinging him and kept asking him if he wanted to get down and get a drink and he was determined to keep swinging. Finally, I insisted, and as he got off the swing he threw up EVERYWHERE! I guess I should have insisted earlier! Kids are so funny! I can't imagine he was even enjoying himself with the way he looked, but he was so reluctant to shorten his fun that he just put up with it. You'd think I never let him outside to play!!<br />
Back at the campground we played on another more well shaded playground. The kids got to enjoy roasting marshmallows for a minute...(At least I hope they enjoyed it. My paranoia takes away from those kinds of experiences.) Roasting marshmallows was the one thing Jayden looked forward to beside sleeping in a tent. I think it's funny he likes to roast them, since he doesn't even like to eat them. I guess it benefits me since I can eat them. I was excited when someone pulled out the sparklers and drew them away from the fire :). Jayden got burned and decided they weren't so fun, but we had tons, so the other kids played for a long time! Kayleigh and Ethan even lit some. Kayleigh wanted to touch the flame at first, but Heather showed her how much more fun it was to wave them.<br />
We had a slow moving morning and then packed everything up and went home. I don't feel like I did much, but I was so tired when I got home that Jay took care of the kids so I could take a nap!Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-1458196154937979542010-07-27T08:16:00.000-07:002010-07-27T08:16:04.484-07:00The Big 5!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQ225IxtII2HhVxjB40lHaDz0pFclgH1iAd2MIznSLFhuZ6595hnxU3E6vRZFqJo29lnP9UtD3WDHnJ_GpUhuh1L8h7pT6G3zEuCu_EKzmlMGmPPlZPI0iHt4GrGTj6Fm6j8bFaW4iUv5/s1600/DSCN2850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQ225IxtII2HhVxjB40lHaDz0pFclgH1iAd2MIznSLFhuZ6595hnxU3E6vRZFqJo29lnP9UtD3WDHnJ_GpUhuh1L8h7pT6G3zEuCu_EKzmlMGmPPlZPI0iHt4GrGTj6Fm6j8bFaW4iUv5/s320/DSCN2850.JPG" /></a></div>I am late posting, because of a REALLY busy week/month, but I wanted to take a few moments and talk about Jayden's landmark birthday! On July nineteenth my big boy turned 5! I can't believe the time has gone by so fast. He was so excited and seemed to know what an important birthday it was. He talked about how he was soon going to be five for weeks before. <br />
What a fun five years it has been for me! Of course we were very excited for his arrival since we felt we had waited a long time for him and we have certainly never been dissapointed. Our whole world revolved around our little Jayden man. And he sure LOVED the attention! He was a ham from the very start, always making faces and doing silly things that made everyone laugh. He has also always been very active and rambunctious boy, I feel like I am correcting him constantly, and sometimes feel like I am talking to a brick wall! And yet, he is very sensitive in many ways, wants to be good, TRIES to be good, and is way to hard on himself. Just the other night he was crying because he felt like he wasn't a good boy...(talk about ripping a mother's heart out! It confirmed that I am stealing his self esteem!) It was nice to be able to talk to him about how much I and Heavenly Father and Jesus love him. And that they just want us to try our best, because they know that will make us most happy. But that none of us are perfect and we just have to let things go. Not to mention that he IS a REALLY good boy and does so many wonderful things. I know I probably lean too much toward laying down the law. But I try really hard to let him know how AMAZING I think he is.<br />
It is difficult to describe in words, but he is very sensitive, kind, and observant...the reason it is hard to describe is because it is hard to come up with examples. But I see it almost every day, in what he says and watching his little mind work...it is one of my favorite things about him. I really feel like it is a gift. He seems very aware of others, and concerned for their well being. We saw a homeless man, and he asked me about him and why he didn't have a home. He asks me questions like that a lot, when he sees things on the news etc... He seems so aware for his age and I am always surprised by what he observes and understands when we watch the news, or when Jay and I are talking. And he wants to make connections and learn new things too. He really keeps me on my toes with his questions. Not to mention delighting me with his discoveries.<br />
In less than two weeks I will have to put him in kindergarten for the first time... I don't know if I am ready for it! He can't wait and is always asking how close it is, so I am happy for him. But I have loved having my kids all to myself, and I will miss those times. In short, I have felt so blessed to have such a special, amazing little man come into my life. He teaches me so much and enriches my life more than words can say.<br />
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I am going to include a few of his favorite things and then I'll talk about his birthday party!<br />
Favorite color: Red<br />
Favorite food: chicken nuggets, mac and cheese<br />
Favorite toy: bumblebee, optimus prime, turtle puppet<br />
Favorite tv show: transformers, curious george<br />
Favorite things to do: playing, riding his bike<br />
Favorite Restaurant: Olive Garden and Burger King<br />
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We celebrated his birthday on Sunday, the 18th. It followed several BUSY days so we were working all day preparing for the party not to mention being TIRED from an already crazy week! All the preparations are worth it though, when everyone has a wonderful time. Jayden wanted an Optimus prime truck cake. I found a pretty fun looking cake online and looked forward to the opportunity to try it out. I started making cakes and rice krispy treats in the days before, but hadn't finished as much as I had planned to when Sunday morning rolled around. (You know, stacking, frosting, and covering the cake with fondant :) Then when I started rolling the fondant that I had prepared the day before, I discovered that forgetting to put it somewhere cooler than my car the day before, had ruined it.... So luckily, I had bought extra fondant supplies and I rushed to make another batch. With the help of Jay, my mom, and sisters we got the house ready, the food ready and the cake ready, just in the nick of time!! (well we worked on the cake through the party, but it was done in time to sing and cut it up! :) I spent the WHOLE day on the cake, the rest of the food was made by my mom and Jana. (not to mention, Rachel did all the painting on the cake and helped me the whole time with that.) Thanks guys! What a great day it was. Jayden helped me remember the final touch I forgot: oreo sticks for smoke stacks. He seemed pretty happy with the cake after they were added.<br />
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I wish I got a picture of the driveway before the rainstorm yesterday! It was very cute. A huge rainbow and tons of the kids names who were there with their drawings. I love summer birthday parties, they require very little activity planning yet always end up a blast! Happy Birthday Jayden!<br />
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EEEoow-(meow)<br />
sniffing sound- (oink)<br />
CHEESE!- usually means cheese, but occasionally, just stands for food<br />
Ice and Eyes-(she says both of these words perfectly :) so cute)<br />
Boo-(Book)<br />
Ree-(read)<br />
eese?- (please?)<br />
She also says DON'T pretty clearly as well. She is really good at letting people know what she does and DOESN'T want.<br />
Yah! Yah! This one is thanks to her brothers. She says this when she is swinging a sword or other object at Jay.<br />
App-o - Apple<br />
tank oo - thank you. She really says it well, but I usually have to remind her to say it.<br />
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One more fun conversation from today. Jayden and I were looking through a name book and talking about names for the new baby. I put the book down and Kayleigh started looking at it. I asked her jokingly if she was going to help us find a name and she shook her head. Jayden said: “I don’t want her to pick the name. She might pick a name I don’t like, like Kip.”Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-50685902156770187562010-06-27T22:08:00.000-07:002011-01-25T07:35:16.902-08:00A couple more words of wisdom...We'll start with Ethan... We all know he loves hats, particularly the underwear kind... Usually when he wears them he is Megatron, or bumblebee, or assorted monsters or superheroes. This past week or so, whenever he puts on his underwear hat he says: "I'm a workin' man!" in this tough little voice. So adorable!<br />
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I forgot to write what an amazing sharer Ethan is. (Jayden is usually pretty willing too, but with Ethan it's almost like second nature!) A couple examples... Ethan was in the middle of one of his many attempts to potty train. If he went in the potty I gave him only 2 M&M's. Kayleigh was around when I gave them to him and wanted one too of course. I planned to pull out another, but before I could he handed over one of his! Then yesterday, I gave Jayden and Ethan Creamies. I hadn't given Kayleigh one yet and she went up to him and he took turns with her taking licks till it was gone. It's funny, because he seems to love to torture her sometimes and she has often avoided him because of it. But lately they are becoming little pals. I often find the two of them playing together, or sitting together in a box, or whatever other game they come up with. I love to watch my kids develop relationships.<br />
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Jayden has three that were just remembered or brought to my attention. He watched Iron man a while back with his daddy at the theater. Apparently it didn't hold his attention too well. He was very polite when they got home and said he liked some parts, though he didn't sound too enthusiastic. A few days later we were watching word girl and they defined the word lackadaisical. As he often does, he asked me: "What does lackadaisical mean?" I proceeded to give him the definition they just gave on the show....bored or you don't care. He said: "That's how I felt when we watched Iron Man."<br />
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Today he told me that dogs have two names dog and doggie. I was distracted and just gave a generic agreement. He reiterated and said: "You know, just like hippopotomus." (hippo, hippopotomus) I love how his mind works! (he is always trying to put together facts and tell me enlightening things he has learned.)<br />
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Now for my favorite, he was talking to Jay and said this: "I feel bad for Darth Vader. He is so sad because he made bad choices and lost his family. And family is the most important thing to make you happy."<br />
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Just a couple little statements from our little language learner. Today she was a chatter box as usual. She said "boop" and pointed to her diaper, signifying the need for a change. tick-o tick-o (tickle tickle) is another favorite phrase. She is amazing at NO and uses it frequently...Today we met Jay's brother David's new puppy. Several times when Java would bite things (like the table runner on the coffee table) Kayleigh would say "NO!" in an autoritative manner and try pull it out of her reach. I hope I didn't already write these but just in case, here are a few other vocabulary words... Mow= "more", "I want that", "I'm hungry", "can I have one of those?" Ba= "drink" "I want my cup" etc... uP (well enunciated P) just what it sounds like; but it also means down. Tee too= thank you. I think what is so amazing about her is her ability to communicate. With gestures and pointing she makes it pretty clear what she wants, and has done for a long time now. And I am particularly amused when I can tell she is enunciating carefully or making unmistakable movements with a piercing stare at me. It is funny, like she is talking to a child who is not such a good listener to make sure they (I) hear and understand her. She is very forbearing! :)<br />
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Love my kids!Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-65025652445355522622010-06-13T14:18:00.000-07:002010-06-13T19:11:05.082-07:00Cute kids!I started this months ago...here is what I can remember :)<br />
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I am doing another cute things the kids have said and done post. But I wanted to start with something my friend posted on facebook today, I thought it was so cute. Her son and my son Jayden are good buddies. Here's the post: Zack:"Mom, who can I marry? Can I marry Emily?" Me:"No zack, you can'y marry your cousin." Zack:"Can I marry you then, Mom?" Me:"No Zack, you can't marry someone in your family, it has to be someone who's a friend." Zack:"Can I marry Jayden then?" (Jayden is a neighbor boy, and Zack's BFF) Me:"No zack, it has to be a GIRL who's a friend." LOL!!! <br />
They are pretty close pals. Zack is Jayden's favorite person to pray for. And of course he never understands why Zack can't come over every day after school. Zack missed preschool yesterday and Jayden told me about it a few times and seemed so dejected :). Kids are too cute. He loves to go to school, loves his friends, and can't wait for kindergarten. He is constantly amazing me with the things he understands and his desire to do good. A couple of times he said swear words and I told them what they were and he was SO upset. I had to explain to him that he didn't know so it isn't bad...and that I am just trying to teach him so he'll know in the future. He likes to tell me the things he knows too and lately when I try to tell him something he says "Mommy, I already knew that." He is very mischievious and does get into trouble, especially when his friend Zack is around. But I love that I can trust him to be honest with me. He will tell me after church or school..."I was a little bad today, but I will try to be good." I also think it is funny how early they learn social things, or at least have a desire to be cool. Jay overheard him talking to another kid and he said. "That's my mommy, but I call her mom."<br />
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Ethan is my little story teller. Jay is always telling the kids stories, and he has always loved to hear them. Now he likes to tell them too. This is just one of many he has made up for me. First of all he always says "once upon a time" to start...so adorable. So here it is: "Once upon a time there was a transformer. He stepped on a tree and got hurt, and he got a sick pop, and said 'I LOVE IT!'" His current favorite word is DESTROY! He frequently includes it in his stories, like, "I am going to destroy megatron! Or "optimus prime said DESTROY!" or "the monster tried to destroy me!" Lately he likes to tie it to Jesus and I had to talk to him about that. He said "Jesus DESTROYS people" I had to tell him that he is nice and wouldn't do that... So now he says "Jesus can destroy people, but he wouldn't do that." (I guess it's a small improvement.) I wish I could record how he says it, I love it. He always uses a lower more menacing tone. (as if he could look menacing with that sweet baby face of his) His favorite things are super heroes. Earlier this year spider man was all he cared about, and his most current favorite is batman. He really likes action figures. It's funny how they have their own favorite things. Jayden has loved transformers seemingly from birth. He loves to transform them and always wants to be able to do it himself. I thought it was just because that is what he was taught to like. But Ethan proves that isn't necessarily so :). He also loves hats and capes, etc. When occasionally he chooses my lingerie, or a dirty pair of Jayden's underwear and I have to take them away, he is so upset. "but I wanted to be megatron!" He has about four hoodies and I had to try and make sure that there was always one clean because he only wanted to wear a "hat shirt" all through the winter. This last couple of weeks I have had to explain several times that it is too hot for them and he wasn't too happy about that. But he has settled for baseball caps most of the time. :)<br />
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Kayleigh is going to be trouble!! She knows exactly what she wants and is very good at communicating it. She is also already a little teenager in some ways, or maybe just a typical emotional girl. She is amazing at the cold shoulder and withering stare. And when we misread her request for something and give her the wrong thing, she just throws it with a total attitude. Like, "how dare you try to give me this!" Even though I think some of those things are cute, she also does some really cute, and nice, things too!<br />
Lately she really wants to be friendly. In primary she doesn't want to sit with me, she often finds another teacher or member of the primary presidency to sit with. And she's the same with our families too. She has just discovered waving and loves to wave to people. Today at church, she kept waving to a man sitting by us, trying to get his attention. She's the best cuddler too(I am lucky enough to have three cuddlers, I am just happy about it with her because when she was younger, she NEVER wanted to. She saw it as an attempt to force to to sleep or contain her in some way.) I love how she lays her head on your shoulder and then holds on tight to your shoulders to really cuddle in close. She says a lot of things too. Hi of course, and no are really clear. She also points down and says "boop" when I am changing her stinky diapers...so funny. Yesterday she was meowing when Jay showed her a cat in a book. She is such a good mimicker, she can mimick what we say pretty clearly sometimes. I forgot to tell another cute story from several months ago. She crawled around the corner of my bed and saw Jay at the computer and said "ieee daaeee" (translation hi daddy).<br />
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As always, I am thankful to have them and to see how amazing and wonderful they are. They are the greatest blessing I can imagine.Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-39684273552853298822010-04-11T12:13:00.000-07:002010-04-11T12:54:37.719-07:00Disney TripThis has been sitting two months waiting for pics too! Someday it will have pics :)<br />
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We had a wonderful trip last week to California. And though it was tiring in its own way, it was so wonderful to get away from my pigsty :). I had hours in the morning that I didn't even know what to do with! And we had so much fun!! <br />
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We started our drive Friday Morning. Being the responsible and health conscious mom that I am (not to mention neat and clean...), I made sure to stop at Krispy Kreme as we drove through Orem. Then I busted out the bag of super size cheetos that Jayden picked out a few days earlier. Ethan liked the breakfast I chose, I couldn't get him to stop even long enough to take a picture. I did pay for it later when I had to scrub smashed pink sprinkles, glaze, and cheese off of Ethan's pants later that day :).<br />
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We spent a laid back weekend with the family. Basically, the only thing we did beside hanging out at mom's house, was make sure we fit in trips to our favorite Vegas restaurants! :) (Again, health conscious...All my fun revolves around food!) Our first day we went to Baja fresh for lunch as soon as we got into Henderson. (Darn Utahns like cafe rio better, so all of the SL ones closed!) <br />
I loved this restaurant called ricardo's, and was so sad 10 years ago when it closed. LITTLE DID I KNOW, there has been another location open all this time across town! I happened upon this info a few months ago, and was determined to find time to go. Mom was so kind and watched our kids for us so we could have a date on Saturday. We hunted down a few toys r us's while we were over on the west side, went to Ricardo's and then visited my FAVORITE mall. I don't know why, but I love it. It has some of the most fun stores, and I just like the atmosphere. I really enjoyed being in Vegas this trip. Sometimes I miss it more than others, and this was one of those times. I am totally happy in Utah and feel we are in the perfect, right place for us. But I LOVE some things about Nevada. I was feeling so nostalgic this weekend, and I totally enjoyed all of the familiar things that I always loved. As well as the familiar people I saw at church. It felt so good to see people who had an effect on my life as a teen. It's nice to know that though years pass with little contact, the good feelings are still there.<br />
Of course my favorite thing about going home is seeing all of the family. I was probably a burden this weekend, because I didn't do much of anything. I enjoyed the family, and had fun just talking and watching all of the action around me. I love that my kids feel so welcomed and loved even though they don't see their Nevada cousins as frequently. And the older kids take such good care of them, especially Kayleigh!! Kayleigh loved the attention, but is such an independant little soul. She didn't let anyone hold her for long. Meg was particularly helpful, she spent most every moment with her. One night, mom was trying to sing Kayleigh to sleep, and a bunch of the kids gathered around to help her. It was very entertaining. And as you can see, Kayleigh liked it.<br />
All of the cousins are very familiar with Disneyland and were telling us their favorite things and getting Jayden so excited about it! I LOVE to watch kids talk. I don't know why, but they say the cutest things, and sometimes I am suprised at the things they understand at their young ages. And I love to watch the good feelings between cousins. At least as far as I noticed, they all got along SO well. It takes me back to my own childhood and all of the laughs we had with our cousins.<br />
After all of the family fun, we woke monday morning and started toward Disneyland. My dad sent us with his GPS and it was SUCH a blessing!! We used it before we even left Vegas to find a restaurant to get breakfast at. And then used it a million times to find stores and places we wanted to go. We went to countless stores that we would not have attempted without it. And got to see some places we wouldn't have otherwise. It was AWESOME. We decided to find costco in San diego, and before you know it, we were there. And even when we misunderstood her directions and made a wrong turn, it would recalculate and send us to the right spot anyway. <span style="font-size: large;">Best. Invention. Ever.</span> THANKS DAD!!!<br />
And disneyland was so confusing!! Even with the GPS, it took us a few tries to actually find where we could park. It is so big and the roads wind all over the place. Finally we arrived, much to Jayden's excitement. Ethan loved disneyland, but Jayden was the only one old enough to anticipate what was coming. We got on the tram and they all thought that was a ride, we were getting off to a good start! We spent the whole time at California adventures until it closed. We got to see lightning and mater and then Jay and Jayden went on soarin and watched the bug movie, while Ethan, Kayleigh and I played in bug land. Then went on Toy Story mania. I liked that one, but it was the only substantial line we waited in the whole time we were there. Just before it closed, Jayden took me on Soarin. I loved the ride, it was amazing (in spite of my height fears :) But the best part was Jayden. He was so happy to be taking me on it for the first time. He was telling me about some of the things we'd see like the snowy mtns. Then when we saw the mountains on the ride, he was like "See, I told you about them!" and after "See, I told you it was fun." He was so accomodating, and so proud to be the one showing me something. I thought he was adorable.<br />
In the two hours at disneyland, we rode buzz a couple of times (Ethan and I continued to ride while daddy and Jayden rode space mtn), Ethan, me and Kayleigh rode the carousel several times while Jayden and daddy rode... That turned out to be one of Ethan's favorites! After that we found pirates, splash mtn (this time we watched everyone splash while J and j went), and finally the haunted mansion. It seemed we were running from place to place to get as many in before it closed. We got there a couple hours after opening, but were still TIRED by the end of the day. But it was so magical. Even walking out down mainstreet was fun. I LOVE the look of everything. All the shops and the vendors. What a place.<br />
Tuesday followed a similar pattern. We arrived bright and early for the magic morning. At first we all rode a bunch of the fantasyland rides together. Ethan only wanted to ride the carousel and was EXTREMELY reluctant to ride many of the others.(Okay, he pretty much cried on all of them, and through the lines.) I started using the carousel as bribe and told him that every other ride he went on without crying, he would get to go once on the carousel. That helped him get through Toad's wild ride, but he lost it on snow white and then it was only thanks to the ride operator giving him a flash light to hold that he survived pinochio...and it was touch and go. I kept telling him to shine the light on the bad guys to "get them" when his terror seemed to be overcoming him. Jayden and daddy wanted to go on toad's again, but we gave ethan a break and let him ride the carousel. He did find one other ride that he really liked. The Dumbo elephants. At first, he was not so keen on that ride either, as you can see by this face. But once he realized he could move it up and down, he was hooked. After that he wanted to trade back and forth between the carousel and dumbo :).<br />
Another highlight for day two was the Jedi training camp. Jayden was tired and rested in the stroller with Kayleigh. But Ethan seemed very excited to see Darth Vader!! We went on the Nemo subs and then Ethan fell asleep and Jayden was so tired he begged to go back to the hotel. It was only 2! :) We agreed to, but Jay wanted to go on one more ride first. So he and Jayden walked over to big thunder mountain railroad, and I parked by the exit with the kids. That ride gave Jayden a second wind. He LOVED it, and begged to go two more times. Then they decided to go on soarin one more time and I ended up parking to watch the pixar parade. Ethan slept FOREVER. I tried to wake him several times before and during the parade, but he saw the first half through a fog of sleep and didn't really wake up till he saw buzz lightyear. It worked out well though, he did see his favorites there at the end. Jay and Jayden had watched the parade too and then went to our agreed upon meeting spot. Since I hadn't seen them, I decided to wait outside the hollywood back lot for them. Long story short, we kept missing each other and it took us about 45 minutes to find each other. Then we finally went back to our room.<br />
Wednesday we drove down to Seaworld and it was the perfect relaxing day after all of the running around. I loved the drive. I'd never seen the ocean and it was fun to see the beach on the places the freeway got close to it. Jayden was as excited as I was. He had talked about going to the beach several times before we even left home for our trip. I was navigating the map and got us lost right off the bat, but we got to the first show (the sesame street show) just in time to meet elmo and cookie monster before going in. We didn't meet any characters at disneyland and the boys seemed really shy, but excited too. Ethan was wearing a cookie monster hoodie and cookie monster came up from behind and hugged him as we were walking away. I wish I got a picture of it. So sweet. They didn't love getting sprayed at that movie, but they survived :). We went straight from there to the sea lion show and it was so cute!! I loved the little sea otter, and the sea lions were so fun to watch, and cute when they would smile and show personality. Then we mosied around looking at all of the aquariums before going to a pet show. It was cute and the kids had fun. They had mostly cats and dogs and a pig doing little tricks. The pig hit a button that made water spray the audience. Ethan said "That's a naughty pig" We stopped and grabbed a little snack and then headed to Shamu. We parked ourselved only a few rows back, right in the middle of the "soak" zone. Jayden had talked about this several times before we left too, and he did NOT want to get splashed. We wanted to be close enough to see them really well, but I will admit I was VERY concerned about how little our kids would like getting soaked with gallons of water... Jayden could tell that we were in a wet place (maybe it was all of the people around us in ponchos... or my nervous comments :) But he seemed to want to run away and was really close to crying. We assured him it would be fun, but he didn't lighten up at all until the show started. He calmed down really quickly when the show started. It was awe inspiring seeing those whales and all they did with their trainers. Jayden was mesmerized. And he handled it well even when we did get splashed. I tried my best to cover Ethan, but he wasn't so happy about it :). Luckily, that first splash was our last and it wasn't even from Shamu. (THOSE WERE THE WORST!!) We were remarkably lucky. Three of the five main front sections (of which we were in...) got SOAKED!!! For any who have not seen the show before, apparently Shamu likes to splash people. And even when it is 60 degrees outside, his trainers and people in the audience do a sign that encourages him to splash people...Sounds pretty asinine to me! :) We did not participate in encouraging Shamu if that is what kept him from stopping in front of us, I'M GLAD! He takes his MONSTROUS tail and flips a wall of water over the people unfortunate enough to be in the path. And he never did it just once, he did it three times to the hard hit sections. It was amazing to watch how far it went, but I was thankful to just be a spectator. After all his hesitation, Jayden was hooked. We asked his favorite thing from the day, and he said Shamu, and even asked if we could go back the next day to see the whales again. I don't know if Ethan was as sold, just because he HATES getting wet, but he still seemed to have fun. We went to the kids area after that for a little while, and headed home before the park even closed. So far the weather could not have been more perfect! Sunny and warm, but not too warm during the day. And a light jacket was plenty in the evening. We took a long time getting home because we stopped at costco for dinner and some bottled water, and then stopped at the temple. The kids were asleep around this time so we decided to see how many toysrus's we could find along the way. It was pretty fun!<br />
Thursday was Universal Studios day. It wasn't really cold, but there were clouds that lingered most of the day. We didn't do too much there either. Jay went through the house of horrors and then he and Jayden went to the terminator show. Ethan, Kayleigh and I watched the coke water fountains while we waited. They were pretty cool! At one point I let my curiousity get the better of me and went to see what looked like a control panel. It had a bunch of buttons you could push to set off different water fountains. The first few were pretty fun. Unfortunately for me, I tried all of the buttons... and the last one actually turns on a fountain right below the buttons that soaks your pants! Who ever came up with that has a sick sense of humor! Tons of people walking around looking like they wet their pants!! While I was sitting there I saw several other people victimized by the same button. I tried to warn a couple of them, but I was too late. It was a good place to sit for a laugh, I must admit :) Another funny thing I noticed later was that there were actually two little "control stands" So one of the buttons actually turns on the other stands sprayer. I was showing Jayden the buttons and had him push that one and someone was standing by it. OOPS! MY BAD...<br />
We saw their animal show after that. (sorry seaworld, your pet show is no where near as cool as universal's) They show a bunch of animals from the movies and show how they train them. And the host was really funny. My favorite part was when they released a big bird from Evan Almighty (sorry, I sound like an ignoramus because I'm not sure what kind of bird it was :) They released it from a box behind the audience and it soared right over us! Seemingly inches from our heads. It was breathtaking seeing that huge wingspan up so close. I liked that he would tell us which movie the animals were from too, that was kind of fun. They had the little husky dog from the proposal. He's so cute!<br />
Next we saw sponge bob on the way to the shrek show. They really liked him! Jayden seemed particularly happy.<br />
Ethan, Kayleigh and I wandered the simpson area while J and j caught the simpson ride. Then for the highlight of the day GEORGE!! In the george play area there is this awesome ball room. There are tons of little machines that help you pick up or shoot the balls. My favorite one was right in the middle. You could dump tons of balls in there. Then you hit a button and they all go flying everywhere. So funny! I think we planned to avoid the water part of the george play area but Jayden wanted to walk through it. Then Ethan wanted to join him and daddy. They tried a couple of things that they could just spray and stay relatively dry... But before I knew it, they were running around getting SOAKED and having a blast! I was so suprised because my boys don't generally love getting wet, particularly by water getting dumped over their head etc... But it was the coolest little water park ever! Tons of levers to turn thing on and off and ropes that sent water pouring out, guns, faucets, it was awesome! In the summer I imagine you could stay there all day and never get tired of it. We took a little break in the middle to go meet george. I think this was one of the highlights for both of them. For anyone who doesn't know....my boys absolutely <span style="font-size: large;">adore </span><span style="font-size: small;">curious george. If I ever remind them it is on they drop EVERYTHING to watch it. They love his movies, his books, toys, everything! They both went up and got their picture taken with him. Then ethan blew him a kiss and just couldn't leave. So after a couple other kids stopped for pics, George came back over and gave him another hug and kiss. Ethan seemed in HEAVEN. Then I could tell Jayden wanted another hug, but he was a lot more bashful. With a little encouragement, he ran back over there. I loved how accessible the characters were! I guess there weren't that many kids there, but we could have sat there as long as we wanted with him. There wasn't that much competition for any character and we saw a lot of them around. I really liked that. (Since we saw almost NO characters at Disneyland.)</span><br />
They headed back over to get wet again! At one point this monster bucket unloads over the middle of the play area. There are lots of warnings and a count down and Jay tried to talk Jayden into leaving the ground Zero of the bucket, but as he sometimes chooses to do, he ignored Jay's instructions and Jay had to save him from the downpour. I guess it was a pretty good lesson on obedience... That was pretty much the end. They were all soaked and it was clear they were getting too cold. I was afraid they would get hypothermia or something. We took off as much of the soaked stuff as we could. Then we stopped to pick up a quick souvenir and left. We went to the car, stripped them down and put them in the warm, dry jammies we had in the car. (We were so happy we had them!) Then they slept while we headed home. We actually drove a little around hollywood with the assistance of the GPS and saw some amazing houses and some kind of scary areas too :). We got back on the freeway and ended up stuck at practically a dead stop, because of a lane blockage or something. When we first got on the freeway, it was an estimated 35 minute drive to our hotel. It took us nearly two hours to go about 4 miles (that is NOT an exaggeration) I wish I had noticed the little detour button on the gps sooner. I finally did notice and we managed to shave a little time off of our commute. Our car did have a little hiccup while we were at that dead stop. It sounded like it was going to die, but then kept idling and had no more problem. We chalked it up to the fact that we had been idling for two hours and didn't think too much more about it.<br />
Friday there was steady rain pretty much all day. I ran to walmart in the morning and picked up some ponchos. We put them on the kids and Kayleigh was <span style="font-size: large;">not happy </span><span style="font-size: small;">about it. We assumed she would get used to it and walked outside to wait for the bus to Disneyland. There was a pretty good downpour out there and Kayliegh's objections got a much more forceful. It was clear that it would not be a good thing for her, so she and I stayed at the hotel while the boys braved the rain. Even in the couple minutes outside the stroller was very wet.</span><br />
They didn't get back till after 2 and though they were extremely wet and tired, they seemed to have fun. We tried to walk across the street to outback for my birthdy dinner, but the boys struggled to even go that far. Ethan's pants were wet almost up to his diaper and he cried pitifully with each step so I finally picked him up and he laid on my shoulder. To make matters worse, it was an hour before it opened when we got there. We tried to wait a few minutes, but it was just to cold for our already frozen children. So we took refuge in the red robin and played video games for a minute. When Jay's two quarters ran out we crossed the street and walked through target till four. The dinner at Outback was worth the wait...it was delicious.<br />
We had been thinking of skipping our San diego Zoo and beach outing we had planned for Saturday because of the rain, but what happened next solidified that plan. We went to our car so we could run to walmart. But it was immediately driving so badly we were afraid we wouldn't make it. We drove to the target and parked and called my amazing uncle who knows cars. He told us it was likely a spark plug, a disconnected vacuum hose of some kind, or a plugged fuel line problem. He helped us as best he could over the phone to find the spark plug or disconnected hose. He eased our mind that at least we wouldn't destroy our car if we drove it and that it wasn't a MAJOR problem. Since we couldn't find any problem, the only other thing we could think to do was put a fuel injection cleaner in it. So Jay did and it seemed to improve things to the point that we felt it should make it to Vegas. I was so thankful because I didn't want to be stranded in LA! <br />
We got up and out of the hotel as early as we could and started our trek back.We stopped frequently to top off so we weren't dredging up the dirty gas a the bottom of the tank and it drove pretty well. At one point, we gave the boys baggies of gummy bears to eat. Kayleigh loudly expressed her desire to have some too so I started breaking off pieces and passing them back to her. She was so funny! When she would want another one, she would yell "na, na!" or "ba, ba!" and reach her hand up waiting for me to put another one in her little palm. When I decided to cut her off of the gummy bears, I tried to give her cereal. She knew I was trying to pull a fast one and she threw it! She is such a stinker! We made it back without any problems. I was a little sad we had to miss the Zoo and the beach, but we were all so tired, it was probably for the best. And it was nice to be back early enough to visit a little more with the fam. We talked till pretty late, and then got up and left as early as we could. (Jay had to be home in time for the super bowl)<br />
We ended up having to stop in mesquite and find a Chevron to get more fuel injection cleaner because it started really acting up again. That was our only problem. We stopped in Cedar just to top off and then worked our way home. Our kids were very travel weary that day, they were ready to be home! I was so proud of how good they had been on the trip. Especially with all of the driving we did. I couldn't blame them for being a little ornery that last day.<br />
Jay watched the super bowl and we both spent the evening trying to relax. I think I am recovered now, but I still need to catch up on my house! Monday it took half my day cleaning the car. I had to pull out our shop vac to clean out the piles of cereal on the floor. When we were driving, I gave the kids baggies of cereal or crackers to snack on. Maybe that was a mistake, but it did keep them happy at the time. It looked like more got into the car than their mouths :). Though it ended a little rough, it was an amazing trip. I just wish we could afford to do it every year. I LOVED it, all the more because the kids loved it. :)Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-26431841669726189962010-04-11T12:10:00.000-07:002010-04-11T12:41:57.239-07:00In the last ten years...I can't make myself do pics, so I am just going to post it and maybe finish them later! This has been sitting for a couple of months already!<br />
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I decided to copy my sisters and do a 10 year post...It has taken me a while, because I am not so good at being short and sweet!<br />
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In 1999 I spent the year preparing to go on a mission. I was certain I needed to go. Then a week before I was scheduled to enter the MTC, I called it off...I guess I wasn't so certain. Then I had some difficult and embarrassing experiences and I pushed aside my promptings to go...I was going to do what I want! Then, in the depths of despair I finally humbled myself and begged to know what the Lord wanted for me. The experiences that followed gave me my answer and helped me through the hardest times on my mission. I left a few weeks later MUCH more prepared and determined. In August, I met the man who would eventually become my soul mate and best friend. Of course, if you've read my anniversary entry, we were both unaware of that fact at the time :). I spent a wonderful four months around him and others who I will cherish the rest of my life.<br />
I spent the majority of the year 2000, doing the same thing. Meeting AMAZING people and trying to help others, but finding that I was the main one who benefitted. Sometimes feeling lighter than a cloud with joy, and hope, and other times (lots of times!) frustrated at the minute amount of good that resulted from my efforts. In the end I learned that my feeble attempts were important even if I didn't see the fruit. And more importantly, that I can't take credit for the it anyway. My greatest experiences, watching people truly accept the gospel, helped me to realize that I have NOTHING to do with it. They felt the spirit, hungered for truth, and did what they needed to do to obtain the blessings of the gospel. What a blessing that time was in my life. <br />
I returned home two days before Christmas, feeling very awkward (MORE than usual, okay?). I felt like I had to reaquaint myself even with my family. Almost immediately after I crossed the doorstep of my home, we loaded up and drove to Utah for Christmas. Those first few days, there were many embarrassing/funny moments for me and my family. My discomfort leaving my "companions" at a store to go try on clothes, calling people sister, and insisting on prayers no matter where we were. :) Those are just a few of my faux pas. It <span style="font-size: large;">was</span> wonderful being home for Christmas. I was thankful to be around all of my family.<br />
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2001 Started out a little rocky as I tried to get used to normal life again. I got to work with my mom, that was really nice. After a few months, I met up again with my Jay. The rest felt much like a whirlwind. He swept me right off my feet with his sweet, adorable personality...the flowers and stuffed animals helped too (just kidding!). After only a few dates, and lots of talking, I felt a confirmation that he could be the one. Only two months later, I moved to Utah and lived with my sister to solve the long distance relationship problem. After that we spent most of our time together and Jay showed me over and over what an AMAZING man he is. He went out of his way to make things special and fun. As I type I'm looking up at finger paintings we made of each other on one of our dates. He first took me to the DI and we had to choose the ugliest outfit we could for each other. Then we went to the park and painted finger painting portraits, followed by a paint fight. Now, every time I look at those pictures, it takes me back. Other favorite memories were of dancing next to Jay's car during another game he made me play, camping, watching him take care of and play with his young brother and sister, and hours of just sitting together on my sister's porch talking about our goals, hopes, dreams... Of course, my very favorite date was toward the end of September. Jay took me up Millcreek canyon for a picnic. We hiked along a pathway for a while and he was so much faster than me! I felt totally out of shape because he was leaving me in the dust even loaded down with a picnic basket. He told me just to relax and take my time, but I didn't want to look like a wimp, so I hurried as fast as I could :). Looking back it's funny how much harder I made his life sometimes. (Who am I kidding, I still make his life harder sometimes!) He raced up the trail and started setting up the table. He made a nice dinner and brought real dishes in a beautiful basket. The setting was perfect, so wonderful and scenic, I should have known something was up! But honestly I didn't. The leaves were colorful, the weather was just how one would hope, and the mountains, as always, had such a peaceful feeling. After we ate we sat on a picnic bench and talked. Then, Jay walked over to the trees and dug a box out of the leaves below, came over to me and asked me to be his wife. I don't remember what he said particularly, just his handsome nervous face and the amazing feeling in my heart at the prospect of being with him forever. I've since told him, he always gave me butterflies from that first moment I saw him on my grandfather's doorstep. My heart would lift when I saw him. I am sometimes suprised that I still feel that when I anticipate his arrival, or like today, when I discover that I get to spend a whole extra day with him! Sorry, I'll end this cheese fest... We married December 8th and my life has never been the same. <br />
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2002 was mostly a blissful, carefree year. The one dark spot was a miscarriage. I found out I was pregnant only a couple months after we married. We were very happy about it, because we were both excited to have kids, and wanted them right off. When I found out that I had miscarried at about 11 weeks I was devastated. Over time, I had almost forgotten about this, because so much has changed now! In hindsight I am endlessly grateful for the Lord's time. We really got to know each other well and had tons of fun together. We lived in our first apartment half of that year. It was not well maintained, but we made some cherished friends that made the experience worth it. Then, we moved into the apartment we should have been in from the start. We loved our Grant Street apartment, and planned to stay there until we <span style="font-size: large;">had</span> to move out. (You know, when we had our third child and could no longer fit in two bedrooms :) Our life was so simple, we didn't really want or need anything. (We wouldn't have had room for it anyway) <br />
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2003 was a mostly consumed by our fixer upper. In about March, Jay's dad told us about a house that someone in his ward would give to us if we just paid to move it. It seemed crazy not to at least look into it, so I started to look up the cost, risks, etc...of moving a house. We also looked at houses to have a comparison. Since the moved house would certainly cost 100 grand or more and have lots of risks involved, our little house seemed like a bargain at 82,000! To us it looked perfect...of course we had a pretty smart realtor. He had taken us to see two amazingly terrible houses that were both over 100,000. Compared to the two houses with sunken floors, holes in walls, yellow smoke stained wallpaper, and piles of garbage wood we would have to haul away, ours looked like the deal of the century! (And I still feel it was, I love our house.) At that same time I changed jobs and started working at a mortgage company my aunts family owns. Those first six months in the house were very very difficult. We planned to remodel the kitchen, and that seemed like all the house needed beside ripping off the hideous wallpaper and painting. No problem right? Well, Jay's dad had a much more realistic picture when he first saw the house. Where we saw perfection, he saw problems... :). And he turned out to be right. We ripped off the wallpaper to find endless seas of paneling. Our kitchen remodel turned into an entire kitchen and bathroom overhaul, totally new clear down to the studs. Not to mention drywalling almost the entire upstairs, overhauling the terribly inconvenient pantry, and painting...SO much paint, SO much dust... We lived in the basement among a lot of dust, lived out of a cooler, and our basement bathroom only had a toilet. We bummed tons of meals off of Jay's mom. Not to mention taking all of our showers there and spending time there to escape the stinky, dusty hole we lived in. I pretty much lost it the day I found out that our cupboards were too big. We were on the home stretch and the cupboards were my signal that it was almost done after MONTHS of work. When Jay called to tell me, my behavior could have been at least compared to a three year old tantrum... I sobbed pitifully in front of ALL of my coworkers (good times :) That was in the home stretch, we got it worked out and finally, at long last it was done!! I am thankful to have a home, and one we can afford. I am thankful for Jay's parents; we never could have done it without them. And the financial contribution from my parents too. I am also thankful to be where we are, we are so happy here. But I will never, I repeat <span style="font-size: large;">NEVER<span style="font-size: small;"> buy a major fixer upper again! </span></span>Incidentally, we have been hesitant to take on any other projects in our house since then. As you can tell by our peeling paint, and half finished living room :). <br />
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2004 started out pretty uneventfully... We were enjoying our house, working, etc... I had changed jobs again at the end of 2003 because business at the mortgage company slowed down. I was a teller at Cyprus CU in Magna and Jay worked at foods etc... I LOVED working there in Magna. The members were amazingly nice. It felt like a small town. I loved the old men who would talk to me about being members of the credit union since it was in a little house on main. I loved hearing all of the stories of people who came in. It is amazing the things that people would tell me after coming in several times. You realize that every person is interesting in their own way. And I loved the family feeling of magna everyone seemed to know everyone else. I made so many friends that year that I wish I could keep in touch with now! In the fall, my friend Erica and her daughter Brooklyn moved in. About that same time, I was really becoming impatient to have kids and my doctor put me on clomid. After only two months and right about the same time Erica arrived we got the news we had been waiting for. I was due July 21, 2005! Right before Christmas I was fired from my job at Cyprus. I was STUNNED, upset, I cannot even describe my feelings... First of all, I loved Cyprus and had a true interest in the company and particularly the members I helped, I felt betrayed. Also, I was pregnant, so WHO would possibly want to hire me. And we were out my pay AND the benefits that my job provided. It's funny to see how the Lord can make everything turn out for our benefit some way or other. <br />
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2005 We were still reeling from my job loss, but there were benefits. We have had some financial struggles, but it forced us to start living on one income. That made it much easier after Jayden came for me to stay home. And Jay started looking for a better paying job. He was able to find a much better job at a reputable company. Everything fell back into place after everything had seemed to fall apart. Erica and Brooklyn stayed with us about four months of this year, and it was fun to get to know Brookie. I had never spent as much time with her as the rest of my family. (Erica is my best friend from high school.) <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAihi3KNlIwtIuJn-F07KhYavIXFgrnWlPjd2sHNz0FLqhhRfmem6wUJ81yDj5WC6jq9zdxdpWecUx_Rdv8qidJTgKr2fsmUvvc6xxtrBCVdLwAMvkRHeM2KR1qrRSLUABHHPMC_3YpYz/s1600-h/100_0340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAihi3KNlIwtIuJn-F07KhYavIXFgrnWlPjd2sHNz0FLqhhRfmem6wUJ81yDj5WC6jq9zdxdpWecUx_Rdv8qidJTgKr2fsmUvvc6xxtrBCVdLwAMvkRHeM2KR1qrRSLUABHHPMC_3YpYz/s320/100_0340.JPG" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In spite of our financial concerns, this was a golden year for us. We were cherishing every experience tied to my pregnancy...(okay...not EVERY experience! But all of the cool things :) Jayden moved a lot and it was so amazing to watch and feel him. Toward the end it was so awesome to watch my stomach lurch like in some alien movie. We were obsessed with him even before he was born. And that was BEFORE that magical moment I first looked into his eyes. I can still see his amazing little face in my mind, and the overwhelming joy...is beyond words. He stayed awake for a long time after the birth, and they let us just hold him and enjoy him for a long while before taking him away for his bath. I won't bore you with every detail of the rest of that year, but we were definitely smitten. Some of my favorite memories were the early mornings before Jay would go to work. Jayden would be up to see him off and smile and have fun with daddy. Everything was so new and fun!</div><br />
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2006 had a lot of bumps as well as blessings. In march or april I started babysitting my nephew Kaleb. At about the same time, I found out that I was pregnant again, quite unexpectedly. (I guess we should have been more responsible, but since we waited so long for Jayden, we figured we didn't need to worry much :). We were still excited for our new little one. Those first six months with Kaleb were REALLY rocky. I was sick and tired and quite overwhelmed between the pregnancy and the two little boys. Kaleb really didn't like my house or me I supposed. He cried a lot and would cry more if I tried to hold and comfort him. I vascilated a lot between guilt and frustration not knowing what to do. I would call my mom and cry and she was a great comfort to me. Those months passed fast and by the fall Kaleb was having fun with Jayden, I felt better and we were in a much happier place. <br />
A fun time for me was being able to go to girl's camp with my young women. It was hard being away from Jayden, but he loved his week with Grandma Brown, and didn't even want to talk to me when I got back. I love my young women!<br />
The most notable event of the year was Ethan's birth. In early November, I decided to take the final trip I could with my sister Candice. Over the past two years we had taken so many trips together. Jay used to travel for work and I didn't want to be home alone, so I'd steal her from Randall and we'd spend the week in Nevada. They were priceless and amazing trips, and awesome talks on our long drives. Neither of us had a car big enough for both of our families after so I really wanted to go. I have to admit in hindsight that I did have some forboding. I kept praying and acting like I would listen if I shouldn't go, but I did push aside my promptings. So we went, and wednesday night, I woke up thinking I was having a major bladder problem. Again, in hindsight, I should have known that my water broke since it twice I had to clean up my mother's hallway that night. (Thank heaven for tile :) It was a lot of water! (sorry, tmi) In fact, thinking back I feel like a total moron! I just had never heard of anyone's water breaking that early. I called my doctors nurse and told her I had ZERO control and she told me I would need a bladder sling after the birth. That is the second time I felt like I should go home, but again, I was so concerned about ruining everyone's week that I pushed it aside again. <br />
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Friday we returned home and I picked up Jay at 1 am that night. Saturday afternoon I went into labor while making dinner. We went to the hospital as the contractions came on faster. When we got there they immediately tested me and found out that my water had broken. From that point on I was in a mist of shock, and guilt, worry, fear... It was an AWFUL experience. They told me He was in distress and would not survive labor, so they rushed to arrange a C section. Dr. Hughes came in and assisted Jay in giving me a blessing and then they took me in. The worst part was they kept telling me, "he'll be okay, he's strong". Instead of 'we see this all the time', or 'he's not in that bad of shape'. I knew it was not good because of the way they said that! Combined with the fact, that they told me his stats didn't look good on the monitor. I threw up through the whole surgery. I couldn't even stop long enough for the anesthesiologist to give me medication for it. Then they let me look at him for only a moment before taking him to the NICU. A little while later a pediatrician came and updated us on his status. She didn't make me feel any better. It was such a long night, but by the next day, things were at least sounding better. He was only on the ventilator for a matter of hours and he was slowly progressing through the steps to get out of the most serious section of the nicu. Those first days were still so hard. At first they discouraged us from touching him too much and we couldn't hold him at all until he had his arterial line removed. That took a couple of days but they still limited how often we could hold him even after that. I guess I took for granted having Jayden so close. Of course I understood why and I was so thankful for the wonderful care they gave him. But it was still hard. After I went home, we had to arrange to go see him in the evenings when someone could watch Jayden. He was only in there 10 days total, but it felt like such a long time!<br />
I have felt so much guilt over the years because of that week. Knowing that I am at least partially responsible for the set backs and difficulties he has had in his life. I do have faith that people have trials for a reason, that everything in some way is orchestrated by a higher power. And I feel he will be a better person, and be blessed because of the things he has to suffer. But, I think it would be a little easier to watch him go through it, if I didn't feel at least partially responsible. I've had people ask me if he got his "injury" from delivery, or if it was the doctor's fault. And I have to admit it was mine, that's pretty embarrassing. I do feel thankful that his problems are fairly minor. And more importantly, I am just happy he survived! We are amazingly blessed.<br />
We spent the rest of the year at home, or taking turns going to family parties. We kept him home from a lot of parties and church and other things for the first three months and you wouldn't believe how many people had something to say about that! Even people we hardly know... oh well...I guess they mean well. And they wanted to see him. Can't blame them, he's pretty cute ;). We were just following doctors orders! :)<br />
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2007 Our first trek out this year was in February. We went to Nevada for my niece, Mallory's blessing. It was a fateful trip as well...poor Ethan probably hated Nevada at first! :)... First, he was acting really uncomfortable. While I was at the store, my sister discovered the reason why. A piece of my hair had gotten wrapped around two of his toes and was cutting into them. They were incredibly swelled. (AGAIN, WHY DIDN'T HIS MOTHER NOTICE!?!?!) They said it was probably a good thing I wasn't there because my cool headed husband had to pull it out of the open cuts that it had caused in his toes. As you can imagine, it was extremely painful for Ethan. Luckily that healed up after not too long... But the other thing was a result of how many grandkids we have in our family I suppose. It seems like whenever we get together, at least one is sick and passes it on to the rest of them. This time it was a strange, pink eye like cold... Jayden had so much mucous in his eyes they would be stuck shut when he woke up. Poor kid. Ethan didn't get it till later when we got home. One night I was nursing him and he'd been sick and his face turned totally grey. We rushed him up to Primary's at our doctor's insistance and he spent a week there with influenza. I stayed with him and watched tv all day and Jayden stayed with Candice. It was kind of relaxing I must admit. He didn't seem in danger, he just needed a little extra oxygen to make his stats normal. And it was nice not to have anything to do but watch him.<br />
Jayden went into nursery this year and was really happy about it! We continued to enjoy all of his little firsts.<br />
Ethan was so sweet from the very start. I loved his cute little smiles. But we continued to worry about him. He lagged behind and he seemed to have problems with his eyes. We took him to an eye doctor who continually told us that they just looked crooked, they weren't really. But that seemed wrong to me, he only looked at me with one of his eyes sometimes. When he was clearly regressing and wasn't even rolling around at nine months, his pediatrician did some tests and found out he was EXTREMELY iron deficient. I was so happy it was such an easy fix. I was sad that the reason was he wasn't getting enough milk from me so he was starving, but we put him on formula and iron supplements and he immediately did better. We were so happy that his problems were solved....<br />
We also had Kaleb through this year on some days too. We all loved it when Kaleb would come over, especially Jayden. We had lots of fun together!<br />
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2008 started out with potty training for Jayden. It went amazingly well and gave me a big head about my potty training skills. (I have since been humbled about this...) At the same time we decided to get a second opinion about Ethan's eyes. Our doctor agreed with us that his eyes did wander and his ability to see was affected. (He would stop and stare at a toy for a long time, and then slowly reach out to get it as if he wasn't sure where to reach.) We saw doctor Hoffman at the end of January and he said Ethan needed surgery. I had never imagined this! I was again shocked and scared, but wanted to do what was best for him. So Jay and I spent Valentines day at Primary's. The first day was SO bad. I brought a camera to take a picture of him, but couldn't make myself because he looked so miserable. (now I wish I had just for historical purposes) Blood red tears were falling from his RED eyes and he wimpered pitifully as he woke up. The rest of the day was NO improvement. The surgery was on two muscles of each eye, and he was upset all day. I'm sure it was scary for him, not to mention painful, and he did not know what was going on. I had to keep him from touching his eyes so he slept by me that night and Jay slept downstairs. I didn't sleep much. By the next day, things were already so much better. His eyes still looked like something from a horror movie for days, but he didn't seem to notice. And the benefits of the surgery were apparent almost immediately. He would sprint forward to grab a toy for the first time. It was clear that he could see better. We were so happy. NOW his problems were over... or were they?<br />
He did leap forward at first, but still didn't really keep up. He had been assessed by a physical therapist and a neurological specialist when he was younger for his delays, but it was right around the time he started iron supplements and I was sure he'd catch up. Then when they sent a letter to follow up with him, he had just had the eye surgery, so again, I was sure he'd catch up. So in the fall I took him again, because he was still way behind. During the time they spent with him, they thought he had a seizure so they advised me to get an MRI and EEG. The MRI wasn't as bad as I had feared. It seemed scary to me, but he slept through it. And when he woke up he was extremely funny. I would give a lot to have that on video! He was cracking us up, like a little mini drunk man. Then a few days later on Halloween he got an EEG. That, suprisingly, was the less pleasant test. We had to keep him up most of the night, so he was not a happy camper. He slept for a couple hours and then his mean parents dressed him up like a lion and dragged him all over the place! The EEG came out normal, but through the MRI, it was discovered that he has cerebral palsy. I have to admit to almost being relieved to know. We had wondered for so long, and now we could get him the help he needed. And it really could be much worse. It is not degenerative, and so far it seems that his disabilities are minimal with a little extra help.<br />
One thing I want to mention, is that all of the stuff with Ethan felt like little landmarks in my years, so I have spent a lot of time on them. And they did have some effect on me. But I don't want to take away from all of the amazing, joyful things. We love spending time with our families, both extended and our little family. Our lives are filled with wonderful visits with both of our families and trips to see my fam in Nevada. Those times are priceless. Equally priceless are the times with just us and our kids. These are some of our favorite everyday times during the last few years. Playing in the toy room. Our kids think that room is the greatest place in the whole world, and never seem to tire of it. Visiting toy stores. This was fun for us even before we had kids, but now, they LOVE it. We spend a lot of time looking at the toys and books and trying them out. It's nice to see what they respond to, and they are really good about leaving without buying anything. Playing outside: what kid doesn't like that? Our boys particularly LOVE the dirt, and during these early years, were not even against tasting it now and again. Life is mostly joy, with a few hiccups to humble us and help remind us who we rely on. Let's not forget our joyful end to 2008. On december 30th we welcomed our first little girl, Kayleigh. We all loved her from the start! What a wonderful way to ring in the new year!<br />
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2009 felt like a golden year for me. Ethan got the help he needed from DDI Vantage, and showed amazing progress. He began to walk, and run, and eventually even jump. That was his favorite. At his preschool class they had the kids "jump" while holding their teachers hands. Ethan was so cute, he would crouch down like he was going to make the biggest jump ever, but couldn't get off the ground. From that day forward he seemed driven somehow to get it. And when he did, he was so proud, he jumped constantly! He still loves to show off his skills. He learned so much from his therapists and his teachers at school. And I learned some things about how to help him too. What a blessing! He talks SO much, and speaks very well. He loves telling stories and even just talking about his day, or telling me all about his toys. And he is my little angel boy. He has the cutest little shy smile, he loves hugs, and wants to be friends with everyone.<br />
Jayden started preschool, and he had SO looked forward to that! He loves his class and everything they do. He has had tons of fun with their field trips and show and tell, and so much more. He also loves his friend Zach and his cousin Kaleb. He started wanting to say his own prayers without help, and would often pray for them, particularly for Zach :) He is mischievious, but I love how he WANTS to be good. As he gets older, he seems to notice more things he can do to be helpful. And he is so sweet. He comes up and gives me hugs and tells me he loves me almost every day. Both of my boys are so affectionate, that is one of my favorite things!<br />
Kayleigh was a joy from the start. She is so determined and that girl knows her mind. I'm sure this will pose many challenges in the future, but for now it delights us. It is amazing how well she can communicate what she wants without even speaking. And for me, buying dresses and attempting to make her hair look cute (note the ATTEMPTING :), is awesome! I love it!<br />
With all of them, I think one of the greatest things about being a mother is seeing their individual personalities. I love learning new things about them, and am amazed at how different each child is. They really are their own little person from the very start. It's like a surprise every day as they grow and handle things differently, it makes every day new for me too. And seeing another person work hard and improve is so inspiring, they amaze me with their good qualities. I have the best kids! :)<br />
There were only two little hiccups I can remember. One was another eye surgery for Ethan. But it ended up being so minor (only one muscle on one eye). And he didn't seem to hardly notice it, except that he didn't want the bandage on. (He managed to rip it off within the first couple hours home.)<br />
The one scary moment was when Ethan had a seizure. It is probably the scariest thing that I have ever witnessed. I think I probably described it in some post last year, but I truly thought he would be taken from us at one point. The ambulance seemed to take forever! Luckily, it passed, they attributed it to a fever, and he has not had another one. That poor kid is always the one isn't he! What an amazing boy he is. <br />
We filled our year with lots of fun and even had a sleep over at the dinosaur museum. All in all it was a great year.<br />
2010 Has started out similarly blessed. We took an awesome trip to california and Nevada. We have been home for a month and a half and Jayden frequently wishes we could go back again soon. :) We both love our church callings, we love our children and the ones we get to work with. Life is an amazing journey.Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-30681922807410809672010-01-19T00:01:00.000-08:002010-01-19T00:08:23.791-08:00Just a little update...I updated my paragraph on our family "browntown" blog and ended up writing a BOOK. So I decided to post it here too.<br />
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We have been married 8 years, and have spent the last 7 living in West Valley. We love our neighbors, and our ward. Jay is a plumber with Harris Dudley plumbing. He will have to tell you his favorite hobbies, but I know he likes to play with our boys! He is a fun daddy. He is currently working with our deacons in the ward. This makes me happy because I taught most of them in primary and LOVE them. I feel like they are lucky to have Jay and he is lucky to have them :).<br />
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I (tara) am a homemaker, and am in the primary in our ward. I never imagined myself loving primary. I spent years avoiding it, or wishing I could avoid it. Now I can't imagine myself anywhere else. I can't believe how amazing, strong, and smart kids are these days. They inspire me to want to be better. I feel blessed to know all of them. I like to sew, and cook, when I get to do fun recipes anyway! My kids all amaze and humble me. I don't know why I am so fortunate! I KNOW I don't deserve them.<br />
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Jayden is so observant and seems to pick up on everything! He is constantly asking questions about why this is and what that thing I said means. It really keeps me on my toes! I have to really watch what I say. Not to mention educate myself so I can answer his questions! :) He loves transformers and constantly has one in hand. He loves to be creative and draw things himself, he never wants a coloring book, just blank paper. And then he'll show me all of the sharks, lions, whales, rainbows that he has drawn. He will list a hundred different items on one page, all in great detail. He loves his new art supplies we bought. I am so fond of the way he calls them "art supplies". We bought several simple things to make different fun projects (scissors, glue, pom poms, pipe cleaners...). It was like Christmas for him! He is starting to understand gospel principles and it is so fun for me to see his testimony growing. I LOVE his gospel questions.<br />
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Ethan is my little sweet, sensitive man. He loves both Jayden and Kayleigh. He likes to play with Jayden, though I don't know why they play together...it so frequently ends in one or the other crying ;). He always wants to pat Kayleigh and help her. He is sometimes a little too rough and doesn't understand why I restrict his access to her. You know, like when he is "patting" her head with impressive force, or grabbing and pulling whatever limb is closest to him... All of those things that elicit screams of protest from Kayleigh. "But I just want to talk to her!"..."But I just want to pet her!" etc.. It makes him very sad. He does <span style="font-size: large;">want</span> to be nice, he will often offer her a toy or bring her bottle to her. He simply doesn't know his own strength I guess. He is obsessed with music, he absolutely loves it, any and every kind. He also loves to talk about Jesus. One of my favorite memories of him was one week when I had to bring him home early from church. He was SO distraught and told me "Jesus wants me at church!" He loves his "friends" at school. I put it in parenthesis because he uses that term frequently lately. We'll go to the doctor or the store and he'll say, "Look at all of these friends!" SO CUTE. Jayden and Ethan both go to preschool and though it is only two hours four times a week for both of their classes, I feel like it keeps me pretty busy.<br />
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Kayleigh just turned one and she is so smart, and so involved in everything! She clearly wants to be as big as her brothers right now. In fact her main pet peeve is just being tied down. She doesn't want to be contained in a car seat, on a lap or anywhere else unless there is plenty of entertainment! She is quick to smile and laugh, and has the funniest, low growly laugh. :). She loves peek a boo, reading, or any song or game that involves her. She actually initiates most of our peek a boo sessions. Tonight she covered her eyes with her hands and laid her face on my leg. Then after lots of coaxing. "PEEEEEEK, where's Kayleigh? Where did my Kayleigh go?" She'd peek up with a big grin, let out a low growl and grab my leg or arm to <strike>pinch/scratch</strike>"tickle" me. Cutest thing ever! She is quite the handful, and so adorable that we probably let her get away with too much! She's our little sweetheart.Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-1071710929762192262010-01-18T23:35:00.000-08:002010-01-18T23:45:03.261-08:00Kayleigh's Birthday Part two!!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We had a second birthday party for Kayleigh so we could celebrate it with Jay's family. It was a really fun, low maintenance party. (I am a more the merrier kind of girl and love our big families, but it <span style="font-size: large;">is</span> less stressful cooking for less people). I made a second attempt at fondant... Better, but still not good. BTW, if anyone knows what I am doing wrong to make it not lay flat on the sides LET ME KNOW! There was a great big flap on the back that I had to fold over, not to mention the ripples on the side there :(. In spite of their imperfections, I still was happy with them. It's fun to try and improve.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aunt Nickie bought Kayleigh a beautiful dress from China town while she was visiting her family.<br />
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</div><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;">Deja vu?<br />
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</div><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;">I <span style="font-size: large;">STILL </span><span style="font-size: small;">don't like my hand shoved in my cake!!</span><br />
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</div><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;">It didn't take long to get her involved this time.<br />
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</div><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;">"Daddy, don't eat Kayleigh's cake!" He's so protective of his siblings! He is also the first one to protest if he thinks we are going to leave Jayden home. <strike>Yes, we have threatened to leave him home alone. And yes, we are evil, manipulative parents :).</strike> He also flips if he thinks daddy will forget to wait till I get in the car to leave. It's pretty funny, except to Jay who has to listen to the screaming. :)<br />
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</div><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;">Kayleigh didn't seem to mind, but her eyes never left daddy. She was very curious what he was doing.<br />
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</div><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;">I love the look on her face in this one.<br />
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</div><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;">Can I have a lick?<br />
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</div><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;">She loved her talking elmo.<br />
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</div><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;">In fact, in this pic she had just tried to dive at Jayden in an attempt to grab him! Luckily she fell toward daddy.<br />
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</div><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;">Ethan still wouldn't put down his beloved traveling darth vader.<br />
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</div><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;">Can you see why? :)<br />
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</div><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;">Doesn't he look pretty? I love how half of his hand is hanging out :)<br />
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</div><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;">Here is how the snowman progressed...<br />
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</div><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;">Good Job everyone!! We loved our opera singer.<br />
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</div>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-83322578629279270742010-01-17T22:11:00.000-08:002010-01-17T22:11:44.227-08:00New Years Eve!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We went to Laura's house for New Years Eve this year. We had lots of yummy food and played. Ethan got a little too curious about the pigs in a blanket and ended up with a burn on his cheek from the pan. The worst part is I didn't know where he got burned. I put a cold rag on his face and he said. "NO! It's my hand!!" Then he didn't even want it on his hand. A while later the long blister showed up. I didn't take a close up, but you can see it a little on his right cheek. Poor guy. He got over it quick though and had fun playing with the kids.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jayden wanted to take LOTS of pictures :)<br />
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</div>Everyone else played games, but Jay and I just relaxed and watched the tv festivities. (Well, okay, I kept interrupting the game with my questions :) It looked like a fun game!) We were party poopers and left before 11, but it was a fun night. We sang happy birthday to Laura before we left.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We forgot Kayleigh's coat :( She wasn't very happy with our alternative...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">But she was warm!! Happy new year!<br />
</div>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-29105581398632277902010-01-17T19:07:00.000-08:002010-01-17T19:59:33.988-08:00Saying bye to Grandma and grandpa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHAUykZhSIiAAKaTg46QjbDn_VxzNxuxFZt10Q_8RkZp0xeP8DcYn7Q3n4uKlK-9lG_R5qZNl2VJnzdI53lp4mM3FwvrX_e6clIm3B07ThQk9hk4reQ6TbarhHcUkOTY6Q2vn_KThsaJs1/s1600-h/DSCN0909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHAUykZhSIiAAKaTg46QjbDn_VxzNxuxFZt10Q_8RkZp0xeP8DcYn7Q3n4uKlK-9lG_R5qZNl2VJnzdI53lp4mM3FwvrX_e6clIm3B07ThQk9hk4reQ6TbarhHcUkOTY6Q2vn_KThsaJs1/s320/DSCN0909.JPG" /></a><br />
</div>These are just a couple pictures from the day my mom and dad left after Christmas weekend.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It seems like every time Jay falls asleep at Laura's, the kids want to play with him even while he's sleeping. (I know, I need to wash their faces!! Thanks to pictures, I am aware of how bad I am at forgetting/not noticing that!)<br />
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</div>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-10743867126077203642009-12-30T11:34:00.000-08:002009-12-30T11:34:43.594-08:00The big Brown birthday party!!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">On Saturday we had a big birthday party for all of our family birthdays in the next week or so: Kayleigh, Cameron, Dad, and Laura. It was the big first birthday for our little ones, so they each had their own special cake to annihilate.<br />
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</div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">This is my first attempt covering whole cakes with fondant...I need practice! :) But it was fun.<br />
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</div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We spent the whole day at Laura's house, and most of mine was used putting the cakes together. I took a break long enough to watch the kids open their presents.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oooh, fun! Thanks grandpa and grandma!<br />
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</div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">After all of that excitement, it was nap time!<br />
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</div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">After dinner, they were ready for their cakes.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kayleigh just wanted to pull the circles off of hers.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Great grandma tried to help her see the yummy stuff inside...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She wasn't sure she liked it that way.<br />
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</div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Then daddy tried to help her get into it by pushing her hand into her cake.<br />
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</div><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;">She knew she didn't like that!! What can I say? She's a dainty little lady.<br />
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</div><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;">Aunt Laura tried a more gentle approach to get her to taste it.<br />
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</div><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;">Then Meleah made an attempt...<br />
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</div><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;">But she didn't think it looked very appetizing.<br />
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</div><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;">She did finally realize that it was not disgusting.<br />
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</div><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;">And then she was a little more exuberant.<br />
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</div><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;">She still was very careful and methodical though.<br />
</div><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;">Such a girl! I love those long Turpin fingers :). <br />
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</div><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;">Cameron didn't have any problem digging in once someone showed him how.<br />
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</div><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;">He just kept looking over at her and wondering, "what the heck was wrong with her?? It tastes fine to me!"<br />
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</div><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;">Jay helped him get a little more messy.<br />
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</div>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-74041109109040463502009-12-29T06:50:00.000-08:002009-12-29T07:17:20.126-08:00Christmas<div align="center">This is the star that Jayden and Ethan made this year.<br />
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</div>After our late night, we got a later start than planned. We got up at 8. It's a good thing we let the kids sleep as long as we did! They were still tired even at 8. Ethan wanted darth vader for Christmas, and after searching all of our local stores we had to order one on ebay. I wrote to the person we won the auction from just to make sure that it was coming. I'm glad I did because she contacted me the next day (10 days after the auction ended) and said that she wasn't going to send it...She lost it... and didn't feel inclined to let us know in time to order another. <strike>I'm sure she didn't know what it was for based on the date we bought it.</strike> Anyways... We did order another one that night, but she sent it media mail and it arrived today(She was supposed to send it parcel post, and I even told her my sob story and offered to pay for priority. Oh well.) I wish I could have made it work out, but luckily, he was at least tolerating the fact that Darth Vader wasn't coming till later. He didn't seem overly excited, but he apparently believed my story that Darth Vader wanted to visit the north pole so Santa was going to mail him to us. He just kept telling people that he is going to get Darth Vader like he had up until Christmas. And he was SO excited today to get his package. He never let the toy go all afternoon.<br />
Luckily Christmas went on without Darth Vader. Santa brought him a clone trooper helmet, and that seemed to keep him happy. Jayden got his Devastator he had been hoping for and then, after we were done opening presents, Jay found a couple that santa had hidden. They got pillow pets that Jayden had talked nonstop about too. Santa was WAY too nice to us this year :) <br />
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</div><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;">When Jayden opened his pillow pet, he immediately wanted to try it out :)<br />
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</div>Jay's dad dropped in for a few minutes and then we went to his mom's house. She makes cinnamon rolls and hot chocolate and then we open gifts and let the kids play all morning.<br />
<div align="center">Ethan was happy to get another hat!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I LOVE this pic. What a handsome husband!! :)<br />
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</div>Next we saw Great grandpa Turpin and came home for a little while to play with toys and clean up. My parents came into town Christmas day, so they were our next stop. We spent the evening visiting with that side of the family. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My favorite part of the night was listening to my sisters' beautiful harmony while mom played Christmas carols. I didn't get a picture with all of them, but here is the one I got.<br />
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</div>We have large close families, and it makes Holidays pretty busy. But that is what is most important. Our lives would be empty if we didn't have family.<br />
After we got home we put the boys right to bed with their new pillows and blankets. Ethan was already sleeping, but Jayden said: "This is the blanket I always wanted. It's soft like heaven." That, combined with earlier that morning when Ethan said: "Whoa. That is too cool." They made it the perfect day for me. Kids are the best!!<br />
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</div>One more funny quote from Ethan was a couple days later when he was playing with his Megatron toy. Megatron says something like "I will crush the autobots" Ethan added his own spin to it "I will crush the autobots in the face k?" What a cutie! :)Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-48251033451944547432009-12-28T10:55:00.000-08:002009-12-29T07:14:20.721-08:00Crazy Christmas Eve!We crammed a lot of visits in on Christmas Eve, and it made for a busy, but fun day. We started early going to Laura's house in the middle of the day. It was a little different this year, not meeting with all of mom's family, but it was fun even with our smaller family group. It was just Laura and Dalton, Randall and Candice, Rhonda and Arin for a while, and then us. I forgot to pull out my camera, but the kids got to play with Dalton and see what Santa brought early for him. We prepared our traditional Stuffed cabbage (mmmmmm...). As soon as we ate, we had to run to Grandpa Turpin's house. So we didn't do the usual nativity and present opening this year.<br />
Grandpa and Abuelita decided to do their Christmas gathering on Christmas Eve this year. The kids <span style="font-size: large;">loved </span><span style="font-size: small;">the lasagna and breadsticks. After dinner Grandpa read a talk that Elder Holland gave earlier this year about the Savior and then we opened presents. </span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our final stop was at grandma milligan's<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yes, it was our third meal within less than 5 hours :)<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This was the one Jay was most looking forward to!<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After dinner grandma played some christmas carols on her new piano.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jayden was loving this face. I could not get him to stop squinting that eye. When I told him to quit, it just became funny for him, so he did that same face all night. I guess I shouldn't have called it a pirate face. That must have sounded cool to him :).<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ethan took it upon himself to make sure no pop was wasted. He finished off any can he found. He also ate tons of grandma's ham. He is our little carnivore.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kayleigh would have liked to help Ethan with his quest, but unfortunately for her, she only got the empties.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After Grandma's we went home and put everyone in their jammies and in bed. Jay and I stayed up till after 2 wrapping everything and helping Santa. Kayleigh decided to start breaking in four teeth that night as well, so we spent part of the time trying to soothe her. She was so miserable, she cried herself hoarse, but she finally drifted off with the help of some tylenol and a back rub.<br />
</div>Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400121087926840817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125763313652177652.post-18198735866284450572009-12-28T09:16:00.000-08:002009-12-28T09:16:09.792-08:00Jayden's first Christmas programHere are some pictures of Jayden's preschool Christmas program. It was a little hectic thanks to my little Kayleigh girl, but it was so fun to see him singing with his friends.<br />
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<div align="center">I think this was a sleepy reindeer song. Jayden was having a hard time keeping his antlers on.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is a snowman song. Jayden sang along really well. Then he melted.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He was Joseph in the nativity play. What a cutie!!<br />
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