Checking out the Christmas lights

Last night we went down to temple square to see the Christmas lights. They're pretty amazing, but so freakin' cold we don't go very often. This was the first time I'd been in about 5 years. The last time was the year before my dad passed away. This year they had a nativity spread out over a larger area, with Joseph, Mary and baby Jesus on the water. And their big nativity with narration is in a separate area. Noah and Reagan had a great time running around. Reagan kept yelling "ooohhh, lights!", "Polar bear!!!" (don't ask. we have no idea why she calls some lights 'polar bear'.) and "Merry Christmas". Noah was happy for about 15 minutes and then he was ready to go get the hot chocolate we'd promised him we'd get on the way home. Like father like son.


here's Reagan and Noah. Reagan so thrilled we made her sit still for a picture.

here's all of us, Reagan wondering why she is still sitting there.

Here is the nativity with baby Jesus on the water. It was actually very cool. I'd make some comment about His ability to walk on water at such a young age, but that may be pushing the sacrilegious line too far. still - loved the picture.

Reagan loved this nativity, so i tried to catch in on video. sorry the lighting's so bad.

Aaron and Noah were champs waiting around while Reagan took her sweet ol' time going from one thing to another. I think it was the promise of hot chocolate AND a cookie that helped keep them happy.

Here's a shot of the other nativity. It's come a long way since I saw it five years ago.

This is my favorite picture. Reagan was on Aaron's shoulders, listening to the narration of Jesus' birth, with the Salt Lake temple in the background.

This Christmas will be different from any we've had in the past, as far as presents are concerned, but the spirit of Christmas is stronger than ever. Instead of giving presents, we've given service. We thought it would be a good experience for Noah, and us, to have a month where we tried to think of others more than ourselves. We never imagined the kind of love and support that others would show us. So many people have gone out of their way to serve and help where they can. Someone brought over a meal, another paid for Noah's tuition for the play he was in, someone else gave us a gift card to the grocery store and others have sent money to help where it's needed. Many of these things were done anonymously, leaving us no way to thank them. it has been an overwhelming and very humbling experience.

This difficult time will come and go. Eventually Aaron will have a job and the stress this has brought will be gone. But the love and support we've been shown will stay with us forever. Thank you to all of you who have been there for us, near and far. We love you all.

Merry Christmas.

The Wizard of Oz

Noah was in his school play, The Wizard of Oz. I must say (and this has nothing to do with the fact that he was in the play) it was one of the cutest performances I've seen grade school kids do. You're lucky my camcorder broke or you'd be watching the whole show. Instead, I've put up a few pictures from throughout the play and ended with a video of his main Tinman scene. It's not the best video, as it was taken with our camera, but it gives you an idea of how freakin' cute he was.

honestly - how can you not just love this kid??

school pictures

A few weeks ago, Noah had his school pictures taken. I meant to write after we got the picture back because it was so funny, but then life got crazy and yadda, yadda, yadda.

I was talking to a friend and we were saying how it's way cheaper to just go take a bunch of pictures yourself at the park - and they'd turn out way better - but there's something about the school picture you just have to have.


Kindergarten is usually ok. you know you're supposed to smile and it still comes fairly naturally.

By first grade, you still love being there, but it's hard to smile when you're trying to figure out what exactly went wrong with this years haircut.

By second grade - you give up on the hair because the permanent teeth have come in full force and all you can say is "it is what it is. own it. love it."

By the time I hit sixth grade I figured it out. If I squinted just barely and had a slight smile, nothing too big - just a hint, then I could look just like Marilyn Monroe...

As you can see - it totally worked

As for Noah - his pictures I can't help but love. His kindergarten picture was going to be PERFECT! he'd lost his two front teeth just weeks before, so his smile was all about showing the missing teeth. you couldn't help but smile when you saw it. That morning I had his hair done, his clothes were clean and matched and when he smiled it was so freakin' cute. I couldn't wait for pictures to come back. Later that day when Noah got home from school I checked him out. Hair still looked good, clothes weren't stained - it was clear picture day was a success. I asked him how it went and if the photographer was nice, etc. he said it went great and he had a lot of fun. I then asked him to show me the smile he did for the camera. Instead of showing me his big smile with those darling missing teeth, he said, "Mom, I decided to try a new smile today."

two weeks later, we got his pictures back...

His First grade picture was all about the hair, because the smile was going through that if-i-concentrate-hard-enough-i-know-i-can-smile stage.

His most recent picture - Second grade - was darling. His hair was back to normal, his shirt looked great and his smile was one of my favorites.

when he came home with this one, Aaron's mom and my mom were both at my house. Aaron's mom asked him what the photographer did to make him smile so big. Noah said, "he didn't do anything. when i sat down, i just did what my mom told me to do. i pictured the photographer in his underwear"

(in my defense, I don't actually remember telling him that, but then again, I wouldn't put it past me)

a special night

A few years ago I was going through my cedar chest (which was my grandma's and eventually handed down to me) and found a tiny baby dress. It was clear this was a very old handmade dress with little needle point flowers and crocheted edging on the bottom. After a little research I found out it was my mother's dress when she was a baby, made by my great-grandmother about 70 years ago.

Wanting to preserve it, I talked to my friend, Emily, and asked her if she thought this was something she could shadow box. Within a couple of months she had a friend of hers fix some tears in the dress and had it dry cleaned so it was now smooth and wrinkle free. We spent some time picking out the wood to frame it in and the matting for the background. There was some really cool wood, but I figured Aaron would kill me if I spent $500 on framing one dress. So Emily did a lot of searching and found the perfect wood for this dress. I was pretty excited about preserving this family heirloom and being able to put it in Reagan's room.

A week after we made all the final decisions for the shadow box Aaron lost his job. I called Emily to let her know I'd have to put off the framing until Aaron found something else. I just couldn't justify the cost when we were trying to figure out how many months we could survive without work. I was really worried she had already spent the money to get the supplies and I wouldn't be able to pay her for them. When I told her what was going on the first words were that this is the last thing I should be worrying about and for me to not give it a second thought. She then spent the rest of the call comforting me and making sure I was ok and wanting to know what she could do to help.

It is now two weeks later and a few hours ago Emily showed up. She had finished the dress and wanted me to have it, regardless of the fact that I have no way to pay her. She said it meant a lot to her that I have it up on my wall where I could see it any time I wanted. Words can't express what this has meant to me.

Emily does framing out of her home and has three young girls, for her to take time out of her already busy schedule and time from her framing jobs that pay, to complete a job for me, is pretty exceptional. It was a beautiful gift and one that I now treasure all the more.

 

If there's one thing I have learned in the last couple of weeks is that when things go bad... I mean really bad... people come out of the woodwork to help and support in any way they can. We've had so many calls from friends and family telling us to hang in there and how much they love us. So many people have called and e-mailed Aaron with ideas of where he could find work and who's currently hiring. Friends have called to have Noah over just to give us a break. They say it's so Noah can play, but I know it's more for me than him. While it's been unbelievably scary to not have a job and not know how long you can survive without one, it's been amazing to see how friends and family step in when you need them the most. I can't thank you all enough for the love and support that has been shown us these past few weeks.

I love you all.

If anyone can make me laugh... it's Noah

no matter how bad life has become, Noah still makes us laugh. Here are a few examples of things he has said over the last few weeks.


1. Noah and I have a plate of cookies we were taking to leave on a neighbors doorstep. As I was in a hurry I told him to just throw on a pair of shoes that he wouldn't have to tie. He walks out of his room in his huge snow shoes. As we're walking out to the car I'm explaining to him how when we pull up to the house, he'll get out and take the cookies to the door. Once he sets them down, he'll ring the door bell and then run as fast as he can back to the truck. Noah, without even pausing, says, "Mom, how in the hell am I supposed to run in these boots?"

(seeing how he had served quite the sentence for calling his friend 'duck head', which i thought he had said, 'dick head', i felt i would let this one slide.)



2. A few weeks ago Aaron was in D.C. starting his new job and I was here with the kids trying to sell the house. Keeping it realtor ready with my two kids is not an easy task. I'm afraid I got a little crazy trying to keep it constantly clean. After a realtor tour I had many comments that the back yard needed to be raked up. It doesn't look like much work, but it's really quite the project. we have scrub oaks and the roots create all these little shoots that can't be pulled, but have to be individually cut. so, besides raking, there are thousands of shoots that have to be cut to get rid of the ghetto look. After 4 hours of working out there I realized there was no way I was going to get it done in time for a showing, so I called my sister-in-law and asked her if I could hire my nephews to come and help. At one point, me being me, I started to cry on the phone - with Aaron being gone and me tyring to keep the children alive and the house clean, i was feeling a bit overwhelmed. When I got off the phone, Noah came around the corner, gave me a big hug and says with the most sincere I'm-here-for-you voice, "Mom, I need to finish watching my show and then I'm going to play the wii, and then I'll need some dinner and then I'll watch one more show and then (he takes a big breath and gives me the sweetest smile) I'm going to clear my schedule and help you rake."


3- The other night it was way past Noah's bed time and he is doing everything he can to stay up later. One more trip to the bathroom, one more drink of water, one more confession of going to think time at school, on and on and on. We're starting to lose our patience and have told Noah to get to bed or else. He thinks for a moment and walks over to aaron.

Noah: (puts his head on Aaron's shoulder) Dad, will you please come and tell me a story about one of the prophets of old before i go to sleep?

Aaron: No. I've already told you it's time to go to bed and I need to work on the computer tonight. i'll tell you stories tomorrow.

Noah: Dad, Don't you think that sharing the gospel with your son is more important than working on the computer?

(that's noah's new thing lately - "mom, don't you think playing with your son is more important than doing dishes?" "mom, don't you think it's more important to cuddle your son in the morning than making him clean his room before school?"
he's quite the manipulator for so young)


4- To preface this next conversation, it's best to bring everyone up to speed. Three weeks ago Aaron was offered a new job in D.C. which we were very excited about. Aaron flew out and I stayed behind to sell the house. On his eighth day of the job, Aaron was told that the company had decided he wasn't the guy they wanted and let him go. This, obviously, has been quite a devastating shock to us. His old job had already filled his position and he was now across the country without his family and no employment. They offered him no severance package, which has left us in a bit of a bind. Unfortunately, we had just shipped Aaron's car there, so I flew out and we drove the car back together as we made a game plan for the next coming months as Aaron begins job hunting.
I was going to post about this when it happened a couple of weeks ago, but my first draft was way too depressing, my second draft was a tad bit too angry for a family-friendly blog, so I'm going to have to wait until I can look back and laugh at all this madness before I can dedicate any specific post.
Anyway - last night we were driving home from seeing grandpa and Noah started asking why we couldn't go out to dinner and how it had been SOOO LONG since we'd been out to eat. We tried to explain that while daddy was getting a new job we were going to be really careful with money and not eat out a lot. Noah didn't quite understand.

Noah: so, we don't get to go out to eat tonight.

Aaron: No, not tonight.

Noah: When do we get to go out?

Me: Not for awhile, babe. When daddy gets a new job we'll go out somewhere fun to celebrate.

Noah: so... we can't go out to eat until then???

Aaron: that's right.

Noah: well (so matter-of-factly) why doesn't dad just get a job at Quiznos?

(aaron and i just look at each other)

Aaron: um, that's not exactly what i was planning.

Noah: then how about MetLife or Texaco?

(we realize that Noah is just naming off stores we're passing on the road)

Aaron: Noah, I'm looking for jobs that I can do specific things with. I promise, I'll find a job soon.

Noah: And we can't go out to eat until then and you can't buy me toys or take me to fun places?

Aaron: (tyring to stay patient) Noah, until i have a job we're not spending money if we don't have to.

Noah: (with such horror in his voice) ARE WE POOR???

(it took us a few seconds to respond because we were trying no to laugh at the utter horror and exasperation in his voice)

Me: No, we're not poor, we're just being careful with are money.

Noah: poor people don't have money and they can't go out. so, we're poor - aren't we?

Aaron: Instead of saying poor, lets just say we're being financially careful.

Noah: seriously, does that mean we're poor?

Me: (now i'm just trying to end the conversation before we start laughing and really upset him) yes, noah, we're poor.

Noah: I knew it! I knew we were poor!

Aaron's worried that not being in the car with us, this conversation may seem sad and depressing. You have to understand, that how it came about, Noah's ideas of employment and his tone of voice at the end was so funny. It's the first time Aaron and I have really laughed since getting home. Maybe we really are losing it. I figure it's better to laugh than cry.

weight loss "points" diet

I know a few people who have gone on diets involving a 'point' system. They're allotted so many 'points' per day. (For example any diet drink is 0 points where an 8 oz steak for dinner is 8 points.) It's worked for many of them, so I was thinking about giving it a try.

Once I looked into it, I realized the amount of points I would be allotted each day did not seem fair. The points they allotted were based on gender, age, weight, exercise, etc. There were no points allotted if you were married or had kids. no points allotted if you thought about going to the gym. positive thinking should definitely count towards something. So I decided to create my own weight loss point system. I'm feeling pretty good about it.


Give yourself points for the following:

Step 1 - gender:

Female: 12 points (emotions burn a lot of calories. women are very emotional)

Male: -5 points (because if a man gains 15 pounds - no one notices)

Nursing: 22 points (When you can relate to a cow - you always get 10 extra points)


Step 2 - age:

17 to 26: 0 points (please, life's still easy.)

27 to 37: 5 points (turning 30 can be hard, you need the comfort food)

38 to 47: 7 points (when you turn 40, the 30 year olds seem so young and that's
depressing)

48 to 57: 9 point (you burn more calories when recovering from plastic surgery)

58 and over: 10 points (turning 60 is freaking awesome. you're in your prime and
you need the extra points to celebrate)

Add the points from the above steps.


Step 3 - No need to weigh yourself as that could cause negative feelings which causes emotional eating. Instead, take your best guess. From there take the first two numbers and add and an extra 10 points as a reward for even trying. (For example, if you weigh 140, you would take 14 and add 10 points.)


Step 4 - Determine the amount of exercise you engage in each day. This does not only refer to exercising in a gym. (If you work out add 15 points. If you think about working out add 5 points for positive thinking) The amount of time and energy women spend beating themselves up, wishing they were better at this or that, being patient when there's no patients left, cooking food when you'd rather crawl into bed, smiling at your husband when he asks, "what have you been doing all day?", etc., these all take quite a bit of energy and work. To determine the amount of "exercising" points you're allotted, feel free to use the following examples:


If you're a woman and married: 10 points

If you're a woman, married and have children: 20 points

If you're a woman, married, and all your children are under the age of 10: 30 points

If you're a woman, married, have multiple children under the age of 10 and are able to keep them fed at least once a day and bathed twice a week : 40 points

If you're a woman, married, have multiple children under the age of 10 and have done the following in the past 6 months: got out of bed when you're tired, cooked dinner when you're sick of cooking, smiled at your husband instead of throwing something at him, answered your child's same question 10 times in a row without raising your voice, gone grocery shopping with two or more screaming children, gave up a girls night out because your family needed you and never once sat on your closet floor in the fetal position: forget the points. You can eat whatever you want.

It's official

For those who haven't heard... we are moving. Aaron got a new job and we will be moving back to D.C.!!!! we always knew we'd move back, we just had no idea it would happen so soon. He starts work 2 weeks from Monday. He'll be back and forth until we sell the house so I won't have to be alone too much.

Sorry this isn't more detailed, I just wanted to officially announce the move. I'm working on a better post about it all, which I'll put up down the road.

really??

I never intended on bringing politics into my blog - but sometimes, there must be exceptions.

I truly do not mean to offend anyone, but I have to say, I think it's...odd...that anyone opposed Pres. Obama's speech being aired in the schools. regardless of what your thoughts are with his political agenda or his grand plans for healthcare, when the President of the United States wants to personally address students in hopes to help them take a proactive course in their education, then I say we should all stop and listen. Especially the students. I feel that every school in the nation should have taken the time from their classes to let the students see that the most powerful man in our country cares about their education. He wasn't there to talk to our 1st graders about the healthcare package or about our war on terror. He was there to talk to them about the importance of an education. His message was for students to take responsibility for their own learning. To be excited about their education and to stop relying on parents and teachers for constant encouragement. Too many people in this country rely on others to do things for them. To get them excited for life. Why else is there such a huge market for self-help books? Too many people wait around for others to do the hard work, too many people take advantage of the "system" trying to get as much as possible for as little work necessary and as a result we're in a pretty bad economic downward spiral.

Taking that into consideration, what a great and wonderful thing, for our children, to learn to take responsibility for themselves at a young age. For their education. To stop waiting around for your parents to hound them to get their homework done or to work hard for a higher education. Take it upon themselves to value their schooling and see the benefits of working hard for something and the extraordinary joy that comes from accomplishing it. I wish that instead of the criticism so many Americans showed this past week, we would have shouted our thanks to a President who is willing to talk to the youth and encourage them to value their education.

However, as most of us know, schools did not show the speech. Too many angry, offended parents raised their voices to keep "that man" out of our schools. How dare he talk to students about education, regardless of the fact that two previous Republican Presidents have done that very thing. Don't you find it interesting that so many fought to keep God out of the school system and now so many are fighting to keep the President out as well?

My "last straw", as it were, came yesterday in Noah's school. I was there volunteering (thank goodness they still allow that in the schools) when I heard the principle announcing Master Jones would be meeting with the classes throughout the day. Apparently, as not to disrupt testings, they had each grade take a turn going to listen to Master Jones. When it became clear to me who Master Jones was, and why he was there, I was furious. The school, who claimed they could not show President Obama's speech because of testing, worked around said testings, to allow a martial arts instructor to talk to the students. He showed them different martial arts stances. For example, one was a sort of folding arms, which he told them should remind them to sit quietly and listen to the teachers. He talked about how martial arts could help them to focus and be better students, how each student should be respectful in class. He then went on to say he'd come to each class once a month and draw two names. Whoever was drawn would get to have one free class at his studio.

So, if I understand this correctly, the school will not let the President of the United States talk to the students about education, but they'll let Master Jones come in and sell his product in the form of "focusing more in school". He was successful, in the fact that Noah is already asking to take martial arts classes. Whether he'll be more focused in class - who knows. My nephews take a form of karate and they are absolutely focused, polite, confident children. I'm not saying the idea of Master Jones being there was wrong - I'm saying he should never have been allowed in place of the President of the United States.

I think people need to wake up and get their priorities straight. Just because you're not a fan of "that man", doesn't mean we should oppose all he stands for. Yes, there are flaws with the healthcare system, yes, there are flaws with many things the President wants to put forth (as with all Presidents since George Washington) but, when the President wants to do something good, wants to promote something beneficial for students, teachers and families, then we should put our biased opinions to the side and rally behind him as we all strive for a better America. Pick and choose your battles. Where education is concerned, no matter what side of the isle you stand, we should be united if it helps our children become stronger, more independent, men and women. We're not just Republicans or Democrats, we're Americans and whenever possible, we should stand united in bettering the future for our children.

learning curves

we all have learning curves in life: playing sports, riding bikes, driving cars, and yes, even eating bagels...

Noah. Karaoke. Does it get any better?

Aaron's parents got out the karaoke machine. noah thought he'd sing "16 candles" to Reagan, except he changed it to "1 candle" for his "toddler-aged queen".

(if you don't have time to watch all 3 minutes of it - you should try and watch it from about 2 minutes into it - he starts to really get into his singing)





love that kid!

all in a word

As Aaron was out of town on business my friend Carrie and her three kids came and spent the night and hung out the following day. by the end of the day, we were both pretty drained from having these five kids in the same house for so long. really, it's not so much the five kids as it is Noah and Jane. For some reason they're like oil and vinegar. it is literally impossible for them to get along for any length of time. separate - they're both great kids. together - it's a constant battle. Anyway, as they're getting ready to leave, Luke and Reagan are walking around being loud like only little children can, Noah has upset Jane to the point of tears and the boys are being loud as they say goodbye. meanwhile, Carrie is trying to get them out to the car, i'm trying to keep reagan in the house and find out what Noah did to Jane and frankly, it was all a bit chaotic. We finally get them all moving towards the door when Noah yells out, "Hey mitch! See ya later dick head".

it was as if for a brief moment in time everything slowed down as i looked at noah with total disbelief that came out of his mouth and Carrie's looking at me and then at noah and i'm trying to figure out if i should throw him in his room or pour a bottle of Tabasco sauce in his mouth. i go for the former.

me: NOAH! on your bed right now!!!!

noah: what? why? what did i do?

me: (octave higher then usual) what did you do? (voice back to normal, but still quite angry) you know we don't talk like that! i can't believe that came out of your mouth and directed at a friend! get in your room while i say goodbye and i'll be in to deal with you in a minute.

noah: (starting to cry) but, mom, it was an accident. i didn't mean to.

me: i don't want to hear it. room. now!

noah stomps off to his room while i say goodbye and help carrie get everyone outside. afterwards, i let noah sit on his bed for 20 minutes before going in. Once i'm in there it's a long talk about how the word he used was not appropriate and we should never call people that. i told him if i ever heard him talk like that again, there would be severe consequences and that we'd talk about it with his father when he gets home the next day.

so, me, being very proud that i didn't have to resort to the hot sauce and that i was able to be calm but firm (in the end at least), i didn't bring it up again until the next day. When i told Aaron, he was pretty mad. (ok, really, he was trying not to laugh, but thankfully he looked appropriately disapproving when we sat down with noah.)

me: naoh, i want you to tell your dad why you got in trouble yesterday.

noah: (looking very worried) no, you tell him. i don't want to.

me: no, you need to tell him.

noah: fine. *sniff* dad, when Mitchell was leaving yesterday I called him *sniff* a duck head.


total silence as it slowly sinks in that i had punished Noah for calling his friend duck head. not dick head. to my credit, it was very loud and he was talking really fast.

at this point, aaron starts laughing and just walks away. i look at a very confused noah and tell him that i'm glad he's learned his lesson and i'm glad it won't happen again.

poor noah.

A very cool afternoon for Noah

a few months ago we had fueling jet, along with 4 smaller jets, fly right above our neighborhood. when i say right above, i literally mean right above. on one of their last circles they flew down the length of our street. it was amazing.

We called my brother Robert, who is a Master Sergeant at the base, and told him about the planes flying around our area. He made a few calls and worked it out so that Noah could come and take a tour of the base and check out the big refueling jet up close. What Noah didn't know, was that Robert had worked it out so that we could actually go on the jet and really check it out. For years he was a boom operator (the guy who would refuel jets while in the air) so it was really cool seeing up close what his job was like.



First we do a quick tour inside the base and see where Robert works. there are no pictures in there because camera's weren't allowed in that room. One of the rooms we could take pictures in was their big briefing room where Noah promptly ran up to the podium to brief us all. it's amazing how much this kid takes after his father. (well, not with his singing abilities - that's all me.)

This is Noah riding in the shuttle that takes the pilots to the planes. It's hard to capture on film just how excited he was. It was impossible not to just sit there and smile as you watched him soak it all in.

Finally, we're on the plane and Noah runs straight to the pilots seat. Here he is pretending to take off...

Here he is pretending the plane is going down in flames...

my two favorite 'pilots' in the entire world...

Aaron, thrilled beyond belief to be strapped in and ready for take-off. seriously, this boy knows how to get into character.

Noah is taking a picture of me after he's just told me the plane is going down and there's no chance of survival...

This is the "chair" that Robert lays on when refueling jets. There's about a 2 inch glass there in front of him that "protects" him when the boom is actually lowered. If they were really refueling right now, the two-paned windows you see (with the green metal around them) would be gone and all you'd see was the plane you're refueling and the ground 35,000 feet below you. crazy.

Watching Noah on that plane was one of the most fun things I've done all summer. For two hours straight he was all smiles and laughter. Not one whine or exasperated look and he didn't even ask me to buy him anything. it was heaven.

At the end of our day, Robert surprised Noah with an autographed picture of the plane we saw flying over our neighborhood. one of the signatures was from the pilot on that plane. It was very cool.

Thanks Uncle Robert!!!!!!

The kids

Thought I'd throw in some quick updates on the kids. I'm warning you now - this will probably be a long post with lots of pictures. But, grandma has been after me for awhile, so here you go.... Reagan baffles me. Never have I wanted to smother a child with kisses and at the same time tie her to a bed. Seriously, how can you be so in love with that tiny little voice as you hear her learning new words, and yet feel like if you hear her say "wha happened?" one more time you'll tape her mouth shut. Forever she would walk around the house yelling "momma" or "bubba" (what she called Noah), which was fine because she never really expected an answer. Now, however, she's learned to say 'wha happened'. If anything happens - DVD stops working, a dog barks, the wind blows - she'll ask 'wha happened'? but not just once, it's over and over and over again. sometimes she'll say it in slow motion - "wwwhhhhaaaa happppeennned?" and then she'll just look at me, waiting for an answer. it is cute, but really obnoxious after awhile.

Here's a little video of her saying it. She was watching the Wiggles and the DVD must have had a scratch in it and stopped for a second. That got her started and for the next 2 minutes sat there saying 'wha happened'. I finally got the camera out, and caught the end of her repetition. Mind you, it's a long video - so by all means, don't watch it all.






Just when I think she'll be the end of my sanity, she'll do something as simple as just playing around with a hat and i find myself in awe at how adorable she can be...

 

 

No real story with the next shot - i just loved her face in it.

 

This picture of Reagan isn't as cute, as it is funny. well, funny to me - maybe i'm just more tired then i thought. evidently she really wanted a diaper on the outside, so aaron - unable to tell her no - happily obliged.

 

Lastly, her bedtime request. Most kids ask for one more drink of water - mine ask for marshmallows. oh yes - we feed our children very healthily - especially right before bed. But, she did practice saying 'please' and that's all that counts - right?






As for my update on Noah... He'll be going into second grade in just a few short weeks - it's really freaking me out. Just when I start feeling sad because he's growing up too fast, he'll start whining because he doesn't want to make his bed, and whining because he hasn't had enough wii time and when he is forced to do terrible things - like weeding outside - he makes sure I know "this is the WORST day EVER!!!' and it's in those moments that I think he's not growing up fast enough. Aaron's convinced the reason noah is so dramatic and emotional is because we never beat him as a child. now, while we would never actually beat any of our children, aaron did think a good spanking would have helped him toughen up. however, i'm fairly certain i ruined any chance of that happening by screaming - as aaron was dragging a kicking and crying noah to his bedroom for a spanking - "NO! DON'T SPANK HIM! HE NEEDS TO OBEY US BECAUSE HE LOVES US, NOT BECAUSE HE'S AFRAID OF US!!!! DON'T SPANK HIM!". yeah, let me tell you how much that helped the situation.
i've always said - when noah turns out to be this amazing person someday - it will be in spite of my parenting, not because of it.

Outside of the drama, noah really is the greatest kid and makes me laugh all the time. by far, my favorite clip of him yet, is him on wii Rock Band singing Eye of the Tiger. Holy crap that kid is monotone and yet, he'll stand and sing with the best of them. i love it. Aaron is on the drums and Gramps is on the guitar. The video is just over 4 minutes long - I don't expect you to watch the whole thing - but you have to at least watch it from about 2 minutes into it. if you can forward the video to around 2 minutes and 15 seconds - the last 2 minutes are priceless.




i love that kid.


Last, a few pictures of Noah from our Pioneer parade. (yes, it was three weeks ago. yes, i'm behind on my blogging). Grandma was able to work it out so that Noah could ride with her on the train in the parade. They're dressed up in their pioneer clothes - very authentic - minus the train. but still, i'm sure if pioneers had access to a train, they definitely would have taken it.

 

After the parade, there's a big party in the park. My favorite part was Noah climbing the rock wall.

 

 

One thing you have to understand - Noah is terrified of heights. So it was a really big deal for him to go as high as he did. When he got back down, he was shaking and his tale tale sign of how nervous he really was (just like his dad) are his very white lips.

 

What a champ!


i really do love these kids -