But I couldn't leave out this Little Bit of drooly cuteness.
What a great Saturday night.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
These Crazy Kids
Dylan was in rare form tonight, so I pieced together this video. Just so you can follow it: he starts by calling in his "band mates", then sings Sugarland's "Stuck Like Glue", followed by some soulful crooning, and ending with the giant from Jack and the Beanstock. Enjoy.
But I couldn't leave out this Little Bit of drooly cuteness.
What a great Saturday night.
But I couldn't leave out this Little Bit of drooly cuteness.
What a great Saturday night.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Best Night of Sorting Ever!
Not because we won. I never even finished a round. But because my grandma rode with me. 
It was so great to see her on a horse and ride with her. 
I also had my own cheering section which made me smile. 
We had a great event and raised the most money yet.
It was so great to see her on a horse and ride with her. 
I also had my own cheering section which made me smile. 
We had a great event and raised the most money yet.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
So Much Left to Do
So to review my New Year's Resolution, it's a little disheartening.
1. Make a good friend in the new ward: kinda there; not BFF's, or call to talk to just because, but good to chat with in RS
2. Double my food storage: didn't happen. We've been eating through it at a rapid pace due to decreased grocery shopping habits.
3. Let Sampson hit full speed without being scared: barely ridden the old boy this year. Having a new baby makes it tough.
4. Win a sorting event: let's hope this happens at our fund raiser Saturday.
5. Find and participate in a Ride and Tie race: I've been researching this and the closest ones are in CA and NM. Too far to trailer a horse then race.
6. Don't eat more than 3 cookies/day: Definetly on this one since I started exercising again. Before, it was hopeless.
7. Learn to make 3 new dinners: I think I have this one down.
8. Lose 25-30 lbs: I think maybe I have 5-10lbs to go
9. Go camping to someplace new: So didn't happen
10. Take 10,000 steps/day: I never got a battery in my pedometer. Most days I'm really feeling like I've taken 10,000 steps.
11. Be more sincere: I hope I've improved with this one. I want to be a compassionate person, but it surely doesn't come natural.
12. Read only Church lit. on Sundays: Still don't have this one down.
13. Clear the wake with a grab: Got it, if just barely.
14. Do 1 tri-sprint and 1 10K: There's still time for a 10K. It could happen.
15. Have FHE every week: We're doing much better on this one.
They were all attainable goals, and yet I haven't done a great job. I'm a little disappointed because I know I could do better. There's still time for some of them.
1. Make a good friend in the new ward: kinda there; not BFF's, or call to talk to just because, but good to chat with in RS
2. Double my food storage: didn't happen. We've been eating through it at a rapid pace due to decreased grocery shopping habits.
3. Let Sampson hit full speed without being scared: barely ridden the old boy this year. Having a new baby makes it tough.
4. Win a sorting event: let's hope this happens at our fund raiser Saturday.
5. Find and participate in a Ride and Tie race: I've been researching this and the closest ones are in CA and NM. Too far to trailer a horse then race.
6. Don't eat more than 3 cookies/day: Definetly on this one since I started exercising again. Before, it was hopeless.
7. Learn to make 3 new dinners: I think I have this one down.
8. Lose 25-30 lbs: I think maybe I have 5-10lbs to go
9. Go camping to someplace new: So didn't happen
10. Take 10,000 steps/day: I never got a battery in my pedometer. Most days I'm really feeling like I've taken 10,000 steps.
11. Be more sincere: I hope I've improved with this one. I want to be a compassionate person, but it surely doesn't come natural.
12. Read only Church lit. on Sundays: Still don't have this one down.
13. Clear the wake with a grab: Got it, if just barely.
14. Do 1 tri-sprint and 1 10K: There's still time for a 10K. It could happen.
15. Have FHE every week: We're doing much better on this one.
They were all attainable goals, and yet I haven't done a great job. I'm a little disappointed because I know I could do better. There's still time for some of them.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Unisex
I've noticed that the more I stay home, the fewer things rock my world. I just stay in a bubble thinking about how great my kids are. So for a change of direction; Wes and I went to California last weekend where I had a running conference and he went to play with friends. We ditched the kids at my mom's house and snuck in a few hours at Disneyland; the happiest place on Earth.
This is what I observed in my jaunt to the wide world. A few years ago I was somewhat behind this emo style. Now it's ridiculous. Why would boys and girls want to date each other when they look alike. Same clothes, same haircuts, same eyeliner.
I'll admit I went through a dressing like a boy stage and about killed my mom when I bought boys shoes.
I've had boy short hair and no figure to speak of.
I shocked my brother when I bought a pink, flowered, sparkly wakeboard while on his mission. But at this point I've pretty well embraced being a girl, and think nothing is more fabulous than shoes like this...
And maybe someday I'll stop wearing watches that look like this...
I just wouldn't want to makeout with/grope someone who looked that much like me.
This is what I observed in my jaunt to the wide world. A few years ago I was somewhat behind this emo style. Now it's ridiculous. Why would boys and girls want to date each other when they look alike. Same clothes, same haircuts, same eyeliner.
I'll admit I went through a dressing like a boy stage and about killed my mom when I bought boys shoes.
I've had boy short hair and no figure to speak of.
I shocked my brother when I bought a pink, flowered, sparkly wakeboard while on his mission. But at this point I've pretty well embraced being a girl, and think nothing is more fabulous than shoes like this... And maybe someday I'll stop wearing watches that look like this...I just wouldn't want to makeout with/grope someone who looked that much like me.
Dead Inside
So we had an experience tonight that makes me want to bust. My kids got through to Wes' stone cold heart. His brother frequently asks me if Wes is dead inside. I'm not saying that it doesn't make him happy that Dylan gets so excited when he comes home, or occasionally he thinks Maisy is cute; but it's pretty fleeting. But it's not on a regular basis that he thinks our kids our so freakin' great that he almost wants to gush about them. And by gushing I mean he said, "that was a Kodak moment." I feel like I have about 50 of those a day.
Anyway tonight the kids had a bath; Maisy was done first and playing in the hallway outside the bathroom. She thinks her brother is so fantastic, that she's usually pretty content if he's just nearby. After a little bit, Dylan said he wanted to get out so he could play with Maisy. I have a feeling Dylan is not that different from most 2 year olds, that he's rarely interested in his baby sister, and usually only interacts with her to humor me. So they played for a little bit, then it was time to say prayers for bed. I was just going to hold Maisy, but Dylan wanted me to put her in his bed. So after prayers he climbed in next to her and wanted her to stay and sleep with him. Of course every time she looked at him she busted up laughing and it's the best sound in the world. It was too tempting to leave her there, but I'm pretty sure she'd fall out of his bed and not for the first time. Anyway, I'm always thrilled when something good can get under Wes' skin. Especially when it's as simple as our kids being happy.
Anyway tonight the kids had a bath; Maisy was done first and playing in the hallway outside the bathroom. She thinks her brother is so fantastic, that she's usually pretty content if he's just nearby. After a little bit, Dylan said he wanted to get out so he could play with Maisy. I have a feeling Dylan is not that different from most 2 year olds, that he's rarely interested in his baby sister, and usually only interacts with her to humor me. So they played for a little bit, then it was time to say prayers for bed. I was just going to hold Maisy, but Dylan wanted me to put her in his bed. So after prayers he climbed in next to her and wanted her to stay and sleep with him. Of course every time she looked at him she busted up laughing and it's the best sound in the world. It was too tempting to leave her there, but I'm pretty sure she'd fall out of his bed and not for the first time. Anyway, I'm always thrilled when something good can get under Wes' skin. Especially when it's as simple as our kids being happy.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Bad News
That's the name of the co-ed softball team I'm on, due to sheer coersion on my brother's part. These are our intense shirts.
(this picture does not do it justice for it's reflective nature.)I played quite a bit of rec league softball through jr. high and high school, but not more than whiffle ball since. Turns out I still have cleats, but no mitt. Evan and I have enjoyed the occasional game of catch over the last 10+ years since I've played, but I have not swung a bat.
Here's the run down of tonight's recent events. I struck out my first time up. I can't remember striking out since I was a sophomore and my boyfriend came to watch the game. (I was intimidated because he was on the school baseball team.) So embarrassing anyway. I was working right field the entire game, completely to my satisfaction. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, because apparently when I get the ball my instinct is to throw as hard as I can with very little aiming. Bottom line: we lost the game 20-8.
Lo an behold, there would be a second game tonight. Yes, a double header. Information that would have been good to know ahead of time, before I brought my kids. The overall rundown goes as follows: I got out twice running to second (implying I did eventually hit the ball); I hit a ball into the outfield and felt pretty awesome about myself until they caught my fly; I missed a fly ball while working the right field, but I did make friends with a blue piece of plastic. Most importantly, I caught a fly ball...with the wrong hand!
I don't know how well you can see the bruised spot just below my middle finger, but it's swollen too. Man that hurt. So I stopped the fly with my right, brought it to my mitt, it bounced out of my mitt, then I still caught it somehow. My right hand would barely respond to throw it in.
We did win our second game. Now I'm going to ice my hand.
(this picture does not do it justice for it's reflective nature.)I played quite a bit of rec league softball through jr. high and high school, but not more than whiffle ball since. Turns out I still have cleats, but no mitt. Evan and I have enjoyed the occasional game of catch over the last 10+ years since I've played, but I have not swung a bat. Here's the run down of tonight's recent events. I struck out my first time up. I can't remember striking out since I was a sophomore and my boyfriend came to watch the game. (I was intimidated because he was on the school baseball team.) So embarrassing anyway. I was working right field the entire game, completely to my satisfaction. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, because apparently when I get the ball my instinct is to throw as hard as I can with very little aiming. Bottom line: we lost the game 20-8.
Lo an behold, there would be a second game tonight. Yes, a double header. Information that would have been good to know ahead of time, before I brought my kids. The overall rundown goes as follows: I got out twice running to second (implying I did eventually hit the ball); I hit a ball into the outfield and felt pretty awesome about myself until they caught my fly; I missed a fly ball while working the right field, but I did make friends with a blue piece of plastic. Most importantly, I caught a fly ball...with the wrong hand!
I don't know how well you can see the bruised spot just below my middle finger, but it's swollen too. Man that hurt. So I stopped the fly with my right, brought it to my mitt, it bounced out of my mitt, then I still caught it somehow. My right hand would barely respond to throw it in.We did win our second game. Now I'm going to ice my hand.
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