That's a saying on one of Adam's shirts....and today it fit. So, here's a little story for y'all. This morning my husband comes home from work and says " a truck I was working on started on fire...so check out my singed leg hairs." Me.....not surprised in the least, but somewhat concerned "so....is the truck okay?" Apparently gas was leaking in it, it started fire somehow, but it was okay and didn't do any damage....how? I don't know, but he said it didn't. Mike had come home to take a shower and clean up to head back to work....so he was getting ready to do that while we talked. In the time that it took for us to have this short conversation and make our way back to the bedroom something else happened.
Me: "man...you really smell like smoke."
Mike: (sniff) "uh, that's not me"
Me: thought in my head as I go back out to the kitchen where Adam and my niece were "....where's Adam?"
As I approach our kitchen, I see Adam, my sweet little boy, standing looking up at our microwave and saying "I cook it!" Sure enough, I look in through the semi-transparent door of the microwave and see a fire. He had put one of his toy cars inside and was cooking it.
Me: "MIKE....FIRE."
Mike then proceeds to run out and help me clear off the top of the microwave, unplug it, and he picks it up and carries it out our back door to put it on the grass......all the while he is buck-naked. Remember, he came home to take a shower. With hands over my face and laughing, I said a mental prayer that my neighbors were safe inside their homes.
Adam: "no no no" shaking finger like he was scolding the place where the microwave used to sit. Me: "uh....you think?"
Good thing God gave us a sense of humor right? Well, just thought you all might enjoy just an inside glimpse to how my life is playing out :) I appreciate my mother in so many more ways these days.
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Thursday, May 14, 2009
Word up for the Dad!
It's funny how true the saying is "time flies." I wonder where it originated from?
It has been 17 years since my dad moved on to the next stage of living....most people call it "passing on." Sadly enough, I'm able to remember the amount of time easily by the ages of my 3 nephews who were all born that same year and have grown into awesome men (yes, men, I talked to Todd on the phone the other day and he definately didn't sound like a boy anymore...same with Kaden and Mike).
My dad was one-of-a-kind. It's strange for me to think about the people in my life now and how very few of them actually met my dad....a man who was so influencial in my life and who I am. Not even my husband has met him, which he will someday and I sure hope Mike is prepared for THAT meeting...hahahahahaaaaa!
I can't say that I knew my dad very well, I was 14 when he died and really, how well can you know your parents at that age...but I think I had a pretty decent grasp on who he is. Because of our family business, we were able to spend time together that most kids don't get the opportunity to with their dads. We worked together as well as lived together. In fact, some of my favorite memories of my dad include those times when we went on road trips to deliver merchandise to national parks...sleeping in vans and eating nut rolls. He always made me feel special by introducing me to the people he knew...and didn't just brush me aside. My dad called me "pumpkin" or "angel" and gave me the opportunity to learn about reflexology by massaging his feet...A LOT, something that I didn't appreciate as much at the time but do now. He taught me about having fun and letting loose after working hard. He was the first person to try and throw someone in the pool with their clothes on or make someone jump by poking them in the ribs. When he got mad, his lips disappeared and that's when you knew to stop. He loved my mom in a way that I have never seen another human being love a person.....completely and with such adoration and care...if my mom could do wrong in his eyes, I never heard about it or saw it. My dad was fun-loving, a motivated and hard worker, and loved family and God more than anything else. I remember one night sleeping on the van floor on a piece of cardboard with his coat to cover me as we drove all night to make it back from Yellowstone in time to go to church. I was tired and I'm sure my dad was exhausted, but he taught me the importance of fulfilling church duties and Sunday worship and the importance it held in his life. He boar testimony of the things he believed were true mostly through his example and the way he lived his life and interacted with others. When my dad would talk about his love for his family he would usually cry...but he let us know often how he felt about us and our mom without any shame that it brought on such emotion. He had a way of making everyone feel loved and accepted, calling them "sis" or "governor", etc. He loved to go grocery shopping with my mom and buy things like Spam or Vienna Sausages in bulk from Costco....which my mom would sneak out of the house via us during Christmas time for the canned food drives. He enjoyed laying on the living room couch and listening to my mom play piano and it always seemed as if it was a part of heaven to him. He was very vocally complimentary of my mom and her talents and abilities. There's a lot about my dad I could share, but that would be a very long read.
I know well enough that my dad was not perfect...but he was a great man who strived to do his best and encourage others to do the same. It's awesome to see parts of him in my brothers. I NEVER doubted his love for me and I hope to raise boys who honor him by emulating some of his qualities.
It has been 17 years since my dad moved on to the next stage of living....most people call it "passing on." Sadly enough, I'm able to remember the amount of time easily by the ages of my 3 nephews who were all born that same year and have grown into awesome men (yes, men, I talked to Todd on the phone the other day and he definately didn't sound like a boy anymore...same with Kaden and Mike).
My dad was one-of-a-kind. It's strange for me to think about the people in my life now and how very few of them actually met my dad....a man who was so influencial in my life and who I am. Not even my husband has met him, which he will someday and I sure hope Mike is prepared for THAT meeting...hahahahahaaaaa!
I can't say that I knew my dad very well, I was 14 when he died and really, how well can you know your parents at that age...but I think I had a pretty decent grasp on who he is. Because of our family business, we were able to spend time together that most kids don't get the opportunity to with their dads. We worked together as well as lived together. In fact, some of my favorite memories of my dad include those times when we went on road trips to deliver merchandise to national parks...sleeping in vans and eating nut rolls. He always made me feel special by introducing me to the people he knew...and didn't just brush me aside. My dad called me "pumpkin" or "angel" and gave me the opportunity to learn about reflexology by massaging his feet...A LOT, something that I didn't appreciate as much at the time but do now. He taught me about having fun and letting loose after working hard. He was the first person to try and throw someone in the pool with their clothes on or make someone jump by poking them in the ribs. When he got mad, his lips disappeared and that's when you knew to stop. He loved my mom in a way that I have never seen another human being love a person.....completely and with such adoration and care...if my mom could do wrong in his eyes, I never heard about it or saw it. My dad was fun-loving, a motivated and hard worker, and loved family and God more than anything else. I remember one night sleeping on the van floor on a piece of cardboard with his coat to cover me as we drove all night to make it back from Yellowstone in time to go to church. I was tired and I'm sure my dad was exhausted, but he taught me the importance of fulfilling church duties and Sunday worship and the importance it held in his life. He boar testimony of the things he believed were true mostly through his example and the way he lived his life and interacted with others. When my dad would talk about his love for his family he would usually cry...but he let us know often how he felt about us and our mom without any shame that it brought on such emotion. He had a way of making everyone feel loved and accepted, calling them "sis" or "governor", etc. He loved to go grocery shopping with my mom and buy things like Spam or Vienna Sausages in bulk from Costco....which my mom would sneak out of the house via us during Christmas time for the canned food drives. He enjoyed laying on the living room couch and listening to my mom play piano and it always seemed as if it was a part of heaven to him. He was very vocally complimentary of my mom and her talents and abilities. There's a lot about my dad I could share, but that would be a very long read.
I know well enough that my dad was not perfect...but he was a great man who strived to do his best and encourage others to do the same. It's awesome to see parts of him in my brothers. I NEVER doubted his love for me and I hope to raise boys who honor him by emulating some of his qualities.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
I'm so vain....
I got a haircut I got a haircut....
I got a haircut...hey hey hey hey
Who got a haircut? I got a haircut.
I got a haircut hey hey hey hey.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Detoxification
I think it would surprise most people I know that quite often I deal with trying not to be very annoyed....call it moodiness or whatever. This morning I was having one of those moments that I could tell was going to motivate me to do something unproductive like spend money on crap I don't need or something. So, in an effort to harness that energy to do something less destructive....I decided to get out of town. Going on drives has definately been an outlet for me....long, I don't want to stop drives. I did this a lot when I lived in Provo with roommates, either for their benefit or mine (I guess that's why I love Provo canyon so much), but it has turned out to be a very therapeutic thing to do. So, equipped with a package of beef jerky, a Costco croisant roll, some strawberries, and plenty of sippy cups full of milk and water bottles....Adam and I headed out to spend some time near Zion. Our first stop was in Rockville at the cemetary. Odd I know, but I dig checking out old cemetaries and thought that maybe I would find an ancestor's stone there since they lived in the area a long long time ago...no luck with the ancestors though. We went on into Springdale and played at a park and walked around by the Virgin River, which was very full due to spring runoff. It was pretty windy and maybe not the best weather, but me and Adam didn't really care. I just let him explore around for awhile while I took in the beauty of the surroundings and enjoyed his curiousity. I was going to go into Zion park, but didn't really want to pay the fee today and I could tell Adam was going to take a nap real soon, so after a diaper change, we headed back home. Adam zonked out pretty quick...and when we got home, I finished his nap with him snuggled together on my bed. It turned out to be a short, fun adventure that was just what I needed to combat the demons of anger. Feeling a lot better now....thank you God for creating Zion's and the surrounding nature.Friday, April 17, 2009
EASTER PARTY
So my little brother is officially the "master party planner" in my book now. I'm not sure where he got this from because our family doesn't really do parties...so he must come by this naturally, but he and his wife Lindsay and her grandparents hosted quite the Easter Bash! Bob and Dobo (Lindsay's grandparents) let Bud use their home and all of Lindsay's family came up for the weekend, and they invited Mike, Adam, and I over for all the fun. He hid eggs and prizes around the yard for the egg hunt, had a bouncy house, a pinata, a balloon popping game, a dart game, baby chicks....it was sooooo much fun for everyone. Plus Lindsay's family provided us with amazing food as well. It was the best party I've been to for .....well, I think it's the best party I've been to. ;) By the end of it all, Adam was so worn out he fell asleep about 2 blocks away when we left...that's how you know you had a fun time. A BIG THANKS to my bro. and his family (extended too) for the great day.
The master and his little helpers manning the dart board game....Adam actually won a prize too.
Ella holding one of the baby chicks....she was so good and careful with them.
Adam giving a baby chick a kiss....probably right before he started to strangle the poor thing :)
Awwwww....so happy together..... 
The amazingly cute cake treats that Lindsay and her sisters made...they were so yummy too!
Checking out the baby chicks....the kids had a lot of fun with these...better than a bunny I think.
Lindsay and her sister and Kash going down the slide on the bouncy house...I love their faces ;) 
Playing in the bouncy house, Kash, one of Lindsay's cousins and Adam. They loved this!
Finding the first egg on the hunt....I was surprised at how well Adam knew what to do since this was really his first egg hunt, but he gathered a few by the end of it all.
The master and his little helpers manning the dart board game....Adam actually won a prize too.
Ella holding one of the baby chicks....she was so good and careful with them.
Adam giving a baby chick a kiss....probably right before he started to strangle the poor thing :)
Awwwww....so happy together..... 
The amazingly cute cake treats that Lindsay and her sisters made...they were so yummy too!
Checking out the baby chicks....the kids had a lot of fun with these...better than a bunny I think.
Lindsay and her sister and Kash going down the slide on the bouncy house...I love their faces ;) 
Playing in the bouncy house, Kash, one of Lindsay's cousins and Adam. They loved this!
Finding the first egg on the hunt....I was surprised at how well Adam knew what to do since this was really his first egg hunt, but he gathered a few by the end of it all.
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