Nerd Royalty

As of February 5th, Wes and I have been married 10 years. I realize that was a couple weeks ago. I do what I can. He's a great husband and here's why. The other night we were going to bed and I still needed to settle down from the day. I asked Wes to tell me something nerdy. He said he couldn't think of anything nerdy. To which I replied, "Of course you can. You're the king of nerds." In pleading for him to tell me something nerdy that would make me laugh, I accidentally said dirty, which I quickly corrected back to nerdy. Finally he came up with, "I'd like to get my hands on her 'ample nacelles'." Which made me crack up because it's a little dirty and a lot nerdy, and I'm probably the queen of the nerds. Since I'm waiting for a computer game to update so I can play with my nerdy husband.

http://www.hark.com/clips/mxtzpqybmp-she-is-one-well-endowed-lady

Housewife Anthem

I called my sister today, because "everyday I'm vacuuming" was going through my head to the tune of Party Rock Anthem. It was funny in my head, but she gets out less than I do and has no idea who LMFAO is. So not funny to her. I took the liberty of expounding on my altered lyrics, and it's kind of rough, but someone needed to write a song that more directly applies to my life (I only wish it was this upbeat). Again, to the chorus of Party Rock Anthem. Here's a link to the video in case you don't get out either.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQ6zr6kCPj8

Crazy housewives taking care of kids
Dirty dishes piling up again
Read the animal book eight more times
And you wonder why we lose our minds

Wipe a snotty face then wipe a bum
I want to burn the Letter Fact’ry
Anyone know what the baby wants?
No one eats what I make for dinner

Everyday I’m vacuuming.

For the record: I think their band name is completely inappropriate.

Dylan

Dylan turned four at the beginning of the month and into an angel. Three was a tough year, but for the last few weeks he has been fantastic. He decides we all need to clean our rooms, he gets dressed without being asked most days, gets ready for bed with very little fuss, puts his plate in the sink. Above all and probably most important he has turned the corner into a fairly amazing little skier. We took him today for his 3rd time this season and put him in ski school. That $25/hour was worth every sweet cent. Wes and I had a great extra 2 hours of skiing with Jenny and Drew (just like before we all had kids) and Dylan went up a level in ski school and loved it. After we picked him up we did 6 more runs on the bunny hill with him. I am so proud of him. (ok, so he's not smiling in this picture, but he was sick on his birthday)
Also he's started writing his letters every chance he gets. He's constantly talking about making good choices to be happy like Heavenly Father wants us to. His prayers have become increasingly thoughtful of others and less redundant. We almost always get the philosophy of the world according to Dylan. Like in a fight between pirates and ninjas, the ninjas would win. Because they listen to Heavenly Father and make good choices, but pirates do bad things and steal from other people so they lose.(his first friend birthday party; superhero theme per his choosing)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-P3nWtH4TU&list=UUis70d8eXHzv3e8KyBtCqNg&index=1&feature=plpp_videoAgain, so proud. He's becoming just the kid I've always dreamed of. He's the best.

AMERICAN Politics

I love all the people in the world regardless of what country they are from. Whoop dee do and great for them. But when I turn on my talk radio to listen to news about debates and congress and laws and policies; I do NOT want to hear someone from a foreign country discussing them. They may have a great political science degree from Oxford or Cambridge, but they can stay in their country and talk about their own nations politics. I can't explain why it makes me want to scream. It just seems un-American. I want to hear about the economy from someone who pays their taxes here and is effected by the downturn as every other citizen of this once great nation.

Also it bothers me when, again, people with foreign accents are playing roles in movies that are high up in the government. I don't think they should have top security clearance. I know it's fictional, but it bothers me as much as a BYU bumper sticker. I want to run them off the road.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

Intense Picture Filled Re-cap

I am remiss in my blogging. There's a lot to make up for.
Dylan started pre-school. Two times/week. He loves it, loves his teacher, and playing with new friends. The helmet hair is because we biked.

"Do you want me to walk you to the door?" "No. Bye, Mom."

Maisy likes to play with Dylan's toys while he's at pre-school.

We dog sat my grandma's dog, Cassie. It made Wes and I seriously tempted to get another dog. Lilah was so entertained. Dylan loved that Cassie slept on his bed. He would come down every morning and tell me that he and Cassie had the same dream.
If I haven't mentioned it before; Maisy loves dogs. Every dog is Lilah, it's one of the first words she said. She spends a fair amount of her day hugging, kissing and laying on Lilah. Heaven bless that patient puppy.
Dylan is a hard core Utes fan. Not that I'm complaining about his team of choice, but everywhere we drive/run/bike it's; "Mom, did you see that Ute sign." "They had a Ute flag on their car. Did you see it? We need Ute flags on our car." Just today we were going to the zoo and they had changed the signs on the flag poles, concerning Dylan that it was no longer "Ute season." So I had a chance to bid on some Ute tickets and won them at a good price. Fulfilling my son's dream of going to a Ute game.
True he was kind of done after half time, but we finally won and had a great time. This kid has passion despite his father's apathy. GO UTES!!!
We move on to Halloween. I'm a Michael Jackson fan and since the years that I get to choose everyone's costumes are limited. This was my choice. It was tons of fun. Dylan got super into it and learned some moves and part of "his" song. I don't think the video is working though. Maisy even said "ow" if asked. While the kids are cute, Wes got the strongest reaction. He was flat out creepy.

Every now and then my kids play awesome like best friends. I snapped these on Monday while I was making dinner. First Dylan read Maisy a book.
Then he packed a bag and took Maisy on an "airplane" to San Diego his favorite place in the whole world

Finally they have landed and are going to Sea World. I love it when he's willing to take his sister with him on trips through his imagination.

It only lasts so long. Eventually my baby that I'm considering re-naming Repeat, ends up "helping" me with the dishes.
To sum up: my kids are fantastic and I want to kiss their cute cheeks a thousand times a day and tell them how much I love them.

High Five

http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&sid=17265121

My First Glue Gun

That's right, I just barely bought a hot glue gun. I decided at the ripe old age of 30 that I'm finally old enough. Honestly, I may be able to sew, but otherwise anything crafty is beyond me. The inspiration to finally buy one: Maisy had some broken bows. Regardless of the fact that I now own a glue gun, I will still not be making Maisy's bows. Tying a bow is beyond my skill level. Her dress bows always look very sad. My big project however, was a bow holder. I know most people would use tulle, but I happened to have nylon chiffon from making pettiskirts. The girl isn't even 18 months and has a drawer stuffed full of hair bows. Why so many? We're still trying to grow out the mullet, and piggies hide that fact handily.This is Maisy having taken her bows out and putting about 3 headbands around her neck.