Monday, January 31, 2011
Mela
We had to put Mela down today. It was a really difficult decision to make. She's been deteriorating for months now, but she finally stopped eating and drinking, and was barely getting up. She was my baby before I started having babies, my running/hiking buddy, the happy face on a rotten day. She was very much a part of our family and she will be greatly missed.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Siblings
What is it about your brother/s and sisters that makes you revert back to being 5 years old? 
I went to listen to my brother talk in church today and could not stop myself from making faces at him from the back row. I made him stumble just a little while he was speaking, and while he was hiding a grin and continuing, I was about to bust up laughing. 
Then during the closing hymn, I messed up the words. Maybe more than once, and my sister kept laughing at me. So I elbowed her repeatedly and she laughed harder. I think my parents were embarrassed by their adult children. I got a look from my mom that said, "You're almost 30 years old and have 2 children who you wouldn't let act like this during church. You're the oldest, try to set a good example for your brother and sister. (mantra of my childhood)" 
I left quickly after sacrament to change my clothes because I thought for sure my brother was going to beat the snot out of me for messing up his talk. That's what you fear when your younger siblings get bigger than you. Lucky for me he thought it was funny and I escaped unscathed.
Without spouses or children there, it made me kind of miss just the 3 of us.
I went to listen to my brother talk in church today and could not stop myself from making faces at him from the back row. I made him stumble just a little while he was speaking, and while he was hiding a grin and continuing, I was about to bust up laughing. 
Then during the closing hymn, I messed up the words. Maybe more than once, and my sister kept laughing at me. So I elbowed her repeatedly and she laughed harder. I think my parents were embarrassed by their adult children. I got a look from my mom that said, "You're almost 30 years old and have 2 children who you wouldn't let act like this during church. You're the oldest, try to set a good example for your brother and sister. (mantra of my childhood)" 
I left quickly after sacrament to change my clothes because I thought for sure my brother was going to beat the snot out of me for messing up his talk. That's what you fear when your younger siblings get bigger than you. Lucky for me he thought it was funny and I escaped unscathed.
Without spouses or children there, it made me kind of miss just the 3 of us.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Boots
Am I a minority or a majority? This is what I want to know. I love this look. 
But I have a hard time finding boots that I can zip up over my ginormous calves. Typically when I wear my pants over my boots, I just don't zip them up all the way and no one is the wiser. I feel like I can do alright in the skinny jeans, but my calves are strangled. If I were my mom I could fit 17 pairs of pants between my legs and my boots, because her legs are so dang scrawny. Alas, I'm not built like my mom. Do they make extra wide calf boots in a 6 1/2?
But I have a hard time finding boots that I can zip up over my ginormous calves. Typically when I wear my pants over my boots, I just don't zip them up all the way and no one is the wiser. I feel like I can do alright in the skinny jeans, but my calves are strangled. If I were my mom I could fit 17 pairs of pants between my legs and my boots, because her legs are so dang scrawny. Alas, I'm not built like my mom. Do they make extra wide calf boots in a 6 1/2?
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
I'll Do It Myself
Dylan has been saying this a lot to quote the Little Red Hen. It's also my mode of operation. So I've spackled, and sanded, and wiped, and vacuumed the dust. Now can I please paint them so we can switch these rooms.
This room is one of the more hideous in our house, and a little messy right now. This is the room Dylan needs to move into.
And will once I can get Wes to commit to a bed size. We have a full bed in there right now that I'm willing to just let DVS have instead of spending the money to buy him a twin. Wes argues that it's too big for a 3y/o. I'd still rather go for not buying a new bed.
This is Dylan's room right now.
It's huge. Way bigger than a kid really needs. The reason why he's in that room. It had a set of hooks at a convenient toddler height when we moved in. Wes doesn't understand why this room needs to be painted. He thinks it looks just fine and I'm just never happy with anything.
Why I'm at a standstill. Wes needs to decide on a bed size so I can get a bed set, then pick paint to match it. I know what color I want to paint my new sewing room/office/workout room. Just waiting for it to become important enough to Wes.
This room is one of the more hideous in our house, and a little messy right now. This is the room Dylan needs to move into.
And will once I can get Wes to commit to a bed size. We have a full bed in there right now that I'm willing to just let DVS have instead of spending the money to buy him a twin. Wes argues that it's too big for a 3y/o. I'd still rather go for not buying a new bed.This is Dylan's room right now.
It's huge. Way bigger than a kid really needs. The reason why he's in that room. It had a set of hooks at a convenient toddler height when we moved in. Wes doesn't understand why this room needs to be painted. He thinks it looks just fine and I'm just never happy with anything.Why I'm at a standstill. Wes needs to decide on a bed size so I can get a bed set, then pick paint to match it. I know what color I want to paint my new sewing room/office/workout room. Just waiting for it to become important enough to Wes.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
In Between Hair
I miss my long hair...
It was really pretty. It helps me feel feminine.
I miss my short hair...
It's SOOO easy. And it doesn't matter how messy it is, because that works too.
Right now I just have this hair...(Dylan took the picture. He's been stealing my camera, and sometimes he takes a decent pic.)
Bleh! Could there be a worse haircut?
Until it gets long, then I'll get bored, then I'll cut it all off and start over.
It was really pretty. It helps me feel feminine.I miss my short hair...
It's SOOO easy. And it doesn't matter how messy it is, because that works too.Right now I just have this hair...(Dylan took the picture. He's been stealing my camera, and sometimes he takes a decent pic.)
Bleh! Could there be a worse haircut?Until it gets long, then I'll get bored, then I'll cut it all off and start over.
Monday, January 3, 2011
DVS is 3!!
Today is his magical birthday. He's 3 on the 3rd. Too bad he's probably too young to remember this. He's been more excited about his birthday since Halloween, than he was about Christmas. We had his birthday party on Saturday for convenience. So as far as he's concerned his birthday is all over. That's what he told me that evening after everyone had left. Months ago he decided that he wanted a truck birthday party. And that's what we had. We took down the Christmas decorations last Monday in an effort to separate his birthday and Christmas, and as soon as they were down he asked if we could decorate for his birthday. Anyway, since his birthday is over, yesterday on the way home he asked me what Grandpa was going to be for Halloween. He's apparently unaware of any holidays between January and October.
We are in a ward who let him start Sunbeams yesterday since he only missed the deadline by 3 days. I'm very grateful for that, he was starting to struggle in nursery since there was a new teacher every week. I was told that while all the other new Sunbeams were shy, he sang all the songs and volunteered to help during sharing time. When he was asked if he brought his scriptures he replied that he didn't have any, but his mom would get him some. I'm proud of him for being out-going.
He may have a cape/blanket on in this picture, but he has an imagination a mile wide. When it's snowing he pulls out an imaginary umbrella and truly believes it's keeping him dry. He puts on pretend costumes and zips them up before acting out whatever character/animal he is. He has a mouse named Petey that lives in the cereal cupboard with his grandma and grandpa. And a baby named Mushroom that sleeps in his shoe basket and likes to be wrapped up in his blanket. It's all so real to him and fun when he lets you play along.
As I look back at pictures of him, I get sad for the loss of baby chubs. He's turning into a little boy whose vocabulary is greater than his ability to pronounce words. I wonder who he's going to be when he grows up, then quickly back track and decide I don't want to know anything beyond the funny little kid. I'd be fine if he was never potty-trained as long as he stopped growing up. I feel very blessed that Dylan came to be a part of our family. I never thought that having kids would be such a humbling and rewarding experience.
We are in a ward who let him start Sunbeams yesterday since he only missed the deadline by 3 days. I'm very grateful for that, he was starting to struggle in nursery since there was a new teacher every week. I was told that while all the other new Sunbeams were shy, he sang all the songs and volunteered to help during sharing time. When he was asked if he brought his scriptures he replied that he didn't have any, but his mom would get him some. I'm proud of him for being out-going.
He may have a cape/blanket on in this picture, but he has an imagination a mile wide. When it's snowing he pulls out an imaginary umbrella and truly believes it's keeping him dry. He puts on pretend costumes and zips them up before acting out whatever character/animal he is. He has a mouse named Petey that lives in the cereal cupboard with his grandma and grandpa. And a baby named Mushroom that sleeps in his shoe basket and likes to be wrapped up in his blanket. It's all so real to him and fun when he lets you play along.
As I look back at pictures of him, I get sad for the loss of baby chubs. He's turning into a little boy whose vocabulary is greater than his ability to pronounce words. I wonder who he's going to be when he grows up, then quickly back track and decide I don't want to know anything beyond the funny little kid. I'd be fine if he was never potty-trained as long as he stopped growing up. I feel very blessed that Dylan came to be a part of our family. I never thought that having kids would be such a humbling and rewarding experience.
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