Saturday, May 31, 2008

In memory of Karol Hatch

My best friend, Karlin is such a great example to me. She is sensitive, unselfish, fun-loving and very caring. She is a young mother of two toddlers and since the death of her sweet mother, she and her husband have been raising her siblings. And they are doing an incredible job! She has the busiest schedule of any young mom I know and has the most positive outlook on life! I love her and look up to her so much (even though she's much shorter than me and weighs a whopping 90 pounds!) I just spent the last hour crying like a baby after reading her tribute to her mother who died of cancer four years ago. If you want to read the emotional, uplifting tribute, it is posted below.... But make sure to grab a box of Kleenex because it's a tear jerker! This picture to the left was taken the day before Karol died. Karlin was 5 months pregnant with her first child and Baylee was 11 years old (who has always been WAY mature for her age!)

Karlin has been such a positive influence in my life and I truly feel blessed to be acquainted with her family. She and her siblings are extremely close and have such a good time together. Karlin and Jason have gladly taken care of her two youngest siblings, and they help and support the older boys. Brady was serving on a mission when their mom passed away. A few weeks ago, he was married to a beautiful Mexican girl. Karlin was my hero as she was balancing life with two little ones, driving carpool, cheering at sporting events, being a big support to her husband, AND planning a wedding!! I am constantly amazed by her ability to do everything with a grateful heart. She loves her family so much and is the BEST person to raise these kids! This pictures everyone at Karol's grave on Memorial Day 2007. I know Karol is looking down on her children and is so proud of them. Karlin's relationship with her mother was always something special, and I know Karol appreciates ALL that Karlin is doing! Today I am hugging my children a little tighter and thanking my Heavenly Father for my blessings... especially for a friend like Karlin and an example like Karol. Below is Karlin's tribute to her mother.
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4 years ago today I lost my Mom to a hard fought battle with Ovarian Cancer. She battled for 5 years. She never complained and she continued to LOVE and SUPPORT her family until the day she died. She was my best friend. I miss her everyday. There will always be a feeling of void in my life. I honestly ache for her. It's amazing how life goes on. It actually seems like more than 4 years because so much has changed. (I'm a different person being a mother of 4!) I had a good time looking through pictures and remembering things about her that I don't get to everyday. It was perfect because Jason was out of town, Baylee was out with friends, Griffin went to Wyoming to herd cattle with a friend, and my kids were in bed so I had the night to myself. That NEVER happens. I actually think that it's the first time since my Mom's passed that I had a night to myself. I feel SO blessed to be her daughter. I didn't know it at the time, but she truly did prepare me to raise her children and mine. She was a wonderful example of selfless LOVE. I'll never forget her. Here are some pictures and memories that I cherish most... (sorry for the bad quality. My scanner didn't work so I took them with my camera but I still wanted to share even if they are blurry) Warning... some of my thoughts are kind of long, but it was therapeutic for me. I hope you enjoy getting to know my Mom better.

I think she was so beautiful.
My first birthday
Griffin, she loved babies especially her own. She couldn't wait for grandchildren!

Baylee... isn't this picture sweet? It was taken at her Mom's funeral.

This picture was taken when she came to visit me while I was in college. We ate lunch and I did her hair that day (in beauty school). I'll never forget when I had to move out. She came to help me move and when it was time for her to go we both cried and cried and cried and cried. (mind you I was only living 45 minutes away) My roommates thought we were crazy.

This picture was taken during her first treatment of chemo. By the time she passed she did every possible treatment she could do. I appreciate her fighting so long for us because I know it wasn't easy. I'll never forget the day I found out she had cancer. I was on a date (which was horrible). I didn't sleep at all that night. I stayed up all night crying and throwing up. I had a lot of faith during her 5 years of treatment. I guess Heavenly Father knows best. I wonder if it is really a coincidence that we get sick every Memorial Day weekend... we like to blame it on the state of Idaho but I ended up sick in bed on Thursday this year.

At my wedding. She hated her hair this short but I liked it. Jason and I were young when we got married but it worked out how it was supposed to. We had a few good years to ourselves before we got 3 kids at once and I love that Jason got to know my Mom and that she got to know him.

It's crazy to think that I lived away the last 4.5 years of her life but honestly I think we were closer because of it. One... It was good because it prepared us financially for all our responsibility. Two.. we cherished every minute that we spent together and we still managed to see each other a lot (thanks to Jason.) Three... we talked on the phone five times a day about everything and I really don't know if we would have if we lived closer and saw each other all the time. The best birthday present I ever received was one year Jason surprised me and flew her down. I'll never forget when she showed up at my work. I was sending a BIG fax and it got jammed and papers were going everywhere because I was so shocked to see her. I was totally shaking. This picture was taken that weekend. She didn't feel well at all. You'd never guess. She didn't want to miss out on a moment with her child. (and yes we are nerds in matching shirts. I worked at Toes On The Nose at the time and got them for free.)

I LOVE this picture for 2 reasons... the way she was looking at me and I'm pretty sure we were holding hands under the table. If we weren't holding hands she had her hand on my leg. There is nothing like a Mother's touch. I'll never forget her hands. That is actually one of the things that I can picture best about her. They were so tan and soft, with pretty, clean, strong fingernails. I know that sounds odd but Jason has soft skin like hers (when it's not rough from working) and that is one of the things that attracted me most to him. I had the oppurtunity to hold her hand as she passed. I saw the oxygen leave her body and I saw her skin change colors. It's a very vivid memory I have that I'll never forget. She was beautiful then... sick, with no hair, eyelashes, eyebrows, or oxygen. Sorry I didn't mean to go into that much detail. I wish this picture wasn't so blurry so you could see her face. That is the way she looked at all her children. I heard a speaker in church once say... "When your children walk in the room does your face light up?" I bawled because that is the other vivid memory I have of my Mom. When ever she saw me, her face lit up! I always replay in my mind her greeting me at the airport. She would literally run to me and hug me. She was always so HAPPY to see me as I was her.

Sorry if this picture is vulgar but I had to put it up because it shows her personality. She was hilarious! She was so fun to be around. I've laughed the hardest in my life with her. We brought out each others silliness because we were so comfortable with each other. You should have seen her dance. We don't have a talent for it but we would do it anyway. That is another good memory I replay in my mind... her dancing. Anyway, about the picture. This picture was taken another time when she was visiting in California. The weather was cold and cloudy and we wanted to get a tan. We loved laying out together... it was officially our favorite past time. Laying in the hot sun by each other and talking and talking and talking. I still can't lay in the sun til this day without thinking about her. Anyway... I keep getting side tracked. She had to go back to Utah with a tan so we went to a tanning salon. This particular salon you had to buy goggles and we didn't have any so they gave us these little stickers to put over our eyes to protect them. If you can't tell she put them on her breasts as a joke and we laughed hard.

I also posted this picture to show her personality... always up for having fun even when she didn't feel well. This picture was taken during one of our trips to Utah at an arcade. If you could see our faces close... we were having a blast. Like we did whenever we were together no matter what we were doing!

Another Cali trip. Again, we lived up every second when we were together. What I LOVE about this picture is the way she was leaning on Brady. As I was looking through old pictures I noticed (for the first time ever) that almost all of them had one thing in common... my Mom was always leaning towards one of her children, hugging them or just resting her head on our shoulders. I LOVE it because it shows how much she loved us!

These pictures were taken the day before she passed. You never would have guessed that she was going to die in the next day because she was so coherent. I'll always cherish these pictures. Notice my little baby bump? I was 5 months pregnant with Avaree. I rushed to town after I got the news that she wasn't doing well. I got there just a few days before. The cancer had spread to her lungs and that is what eventually killed her because she couldn't breathe and there was nothing else the doctors could do. She battled so well for so long and once it happened, it happened fast. Honestly, I should have been more prepared but I wasn't. Some memories from that weekend... was her being so EXCITED and alert to see the baby stuff I had gotten, and talking about baby names (we loved to do that and she was so excited that I named Avaree Karol after her), laying in the bed next to her talking and laughing as each of my siblings tried on her wigs, her trying to act healthy like nothing was wrong, talking about anything and everything, her telling me that one of the hardest lessons she had to learn in this life is that people have their own free agency to choose as they wish (hence some family members bad choices), reading scriptures with her when she could barely breath, giving her a bath, the hospice nurse gathering my siblings together at 3 a.m. to tell us she was passing. My brothers gave me some alone time with her where I read her a letter I had written and by the end of the letter she only had energy left to say, "thanks" which was one of her last words. It was hard to say good bye but I'll always remember the priesthood blessings my brothers and husband were able to give her especially the one when they told her it was okay to go.

It would be SO hard to leave your babies, especially with all of us being so young! One of the things that hit me the hardest just barely was looking back on pictures of Baylee and Griffin. They were so young to lose their Mom!! It doesn't seem fair but I know her test on this earth was done. She had done all she could do and she proved herself well. I have no doubt that she is better off. One of my favorite scriptures in the Book of Mormon is Alma 40:12... And then it shall come to pass that the spirits of those who are righteous are received into a state of happiness, which is called paradise, a state of rest, a state of peace, where they shall rest from all their troubles and from all care, and sorrow. That scripture has brought me a lot of comfort and peace knowing that she is in a state of peace, resting from all her wordly troubles! When I read that, I only feel selfish for wanting her alive. She deserves to be in paradise! I only pray that I can keep her legacy going in the path of righteousness. The speaker in sacrament meeting on Mother's Day paid me the ULTIMATE compliment when he pointed us out of the congregation and said, "You can tell these kids had a good Mother." My goal in life is to live so that people can know of her goodness without even knowing her.

I'm so grateful for the knowledge that I have that Jesus Christ is our Savior and because of his atoning sacrifice we will be able to live again with our families forever!! I know we will be together again one day if we live righteously and I know that she is guiding us on the other side. As the sealer in the temple at Brady's wedding said... "he felt the presence of angels." I know she is our angel!! We love and miss you daily MOM!!

Friday, May 30, 2008

Flashback Friday- the FRO

I mentioned yesterday how crazy my boys' hair can be.. so I thought I would scan in an old scrapbook page of Ben's wild and crazy mop. I finally decided to cut his hair at 12 months. DON'T ASK ME WHY I WAITED SO LONG! He was my first and I just didn't want him to grow up so fast. After you cut their hair, they magically turn into toddlers and I wasn't ready for that!


Anyway, this is proof that the longer his hair grew, the more it stood up. Zack's hair would do this, if I let it. And it was kind of soft and fluffy back then, but now Ben's hair is course and dark and the Fro would be even more grotesque... so we keep it short!

Sorry for the bad quality pictures.. thank goodness for the digital era! And just so you know, this is the extent of my scrapbooking skills. I cut out the pictures, stuck as many as I could on a page and called it good. I am more than happy to chuck the glue stick and blog instead!

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Making time for ME

A couple of weeks ago, I came across this great site Rocks In My Dryer that does a Wednesday edition of WORKS FOR ME. It's great to get a few tips on how to make life a little easier and more efficient. Each Wednesday a few hundred people link their sites to the WFMW edition and post their own tip for the day. This is what works for me....

My husband and I have worked out an awesome system to ensure that I get a little ME time.. It's hard to get a minute alone with a houseful of little kids. If it's not on the schedule, it just doesn't happen at our house. We set up an agreement that Tuesday nights are MY NIGHT to do MY thang. He needs to be home from work at 6pm so I can head out the door. I usually head to a book store to have some quiet time. Sometimes I go grocery shopping, run errands or go to the movies to see the latest chick-flick. It's also easy to plan dinner with friends, a Girls Night Out or other events.. (Homeschooling Moms meeting or church activity) on Tuesday nights without any scheduling conflicts.. because that is my night. And I always look forward to it!

You might think my husband is a Saint for volunteering to do dinner, clean up and bedtime with the kids. But EVERY dad needs a little alone time with the kids. Not only does he get to bond with our boys, but he also appreciates what I do EVERY DAY because he realizes that it aint always easy! And it's a fair deal because Thursday nights are all his. He is able to work late and hook up with guys to play sports or do whatever guys do. I don't expect him home and he usually doesn't come through the door until after midnight.. which is fine with me! The kids and I look forward to Thursday nights because that means I don't really have to make dinner. We usually have a pancake party and make the house a mess! Once the kids are in bed, I have more quiet time to read or take a long bubble bath. It's a win-win anyway you look at it.. and it makes me a much happier mom.


Having alone time is great, but having a night out with the girls is ESSENTIAL. I don't think it's weird to call up a few random friends (or someone you want to get to know better) and say, let's meet at a restaurant and get acquainted. I have had some GREAT times here in Vegas with some fabulous girls.. Tuesday nights are the new Saturday.. and this works for me.


If your husband can't come home or if you are a single mom, get a babysitter, or try swapping kids once a week with a friend. If it's on the calendar, you will make plans to do something fun! It's all about finding some girl time and having a break from Motherhood because it we all know it's the hardest job on earth. A happy mom makes time for herself!

friendly competition


This past weekend, Aaron recorded a family Starburst-opening contest. The kids did pretty good-- until Luke [aka: my emotional little girl] got frustrated, spit it out and started crying.
It's classic when Aaron says, "Luke, are you sad?"
And he says "NO" in between sobs..




ps.
I should also mention that Zack is getting a little carried away with his finger guns.
He was turned around during church shooting everyone behind us..
and his sound effects are getting pretty good. oh boy!

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

the ants go marching...

I almost forgot about the two most exciting things that happened this past weekend..

1) the boys got new Transformer toys. Since we didn't travel and didn't spend any money on ridiculously high gas prices, we thought we could splurge a little and buy each of the boys new Transformers. It was Christmas in May! The kids were totally occupied while we were house hunting and we were ALL happy.

2) Our ANTS arrived in the mail!!
Aaron's mom bought an ANT FARM for my kids for Christmas last year.. or the year before ? and we finally opened the box! The kit comes with everything you need except for the ants.. those have to be sent in the mail. About a month ago, we sent for ants but got a letter saying they probably couldn't come until after summer because it gets too hot for them. Surprise, surprise! They arrived yesterday and my kids are SO excited! I think it's cool, but I am still getting the heebie-jeebies every time I look at them closely because they are HUGE ants.. and they are in my house! Let's just pray that they stay contained!! They are busy digging tunnels and making their home nice and cozy. And we seriously don't need a TV around here anymore... my kids are fighting over who is closer to the ant farm.

There is a video of the boys watching the ants on our HOME VIDEOS page.. but it's not all THAT.

Memorial memories

It was a low key weekend. We didn't do any traveling, cleaning, or anything productive... and that in itself was fabulous.

We took the boys to a movie-- (Narnia: Prince Caspian)

We had a nap everyday...

We spent an afternoon at Chuck E's.

We went house and furniture shopping.
And we think we found OUR home.
(a three car garage for Aaron and a pool for me--
I mean, a pool for the KIDS!)
I will update later when it's official..

um..

and that about sums it up.

How's that for excitement?

All in all, it was a good weekend.

ps. Liked the movie, but loved the song during the credits.. The Call by Regina Specktor.. It's the first song on my playlist. Have a listen.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Luke-aroni

My middle child has never been very talkative. He likes to sit back and listen to the conversation and chimes in only when it's absolutely necessary. But lately I have been shocked by his nonstop chattiness. I know most kids go through a major "WHY?" phase at this age, but Luke really isn't asking questions-- just sharing his ideas. I think it might get annoying eventually, but right now I am totally getting a kick out of his train of thought. For years I have been wondering what is going on inside that large, unusually round head of his. Here are a few excerpts from recent conversations.





LUKE: Mom, Mom, MOM! I just thought of something really weird! What if you were a boy, but you were still married to dad. Wouldn't that be crazy?

ME: yep.. pretty crazy. and pretty gross.

LUKE: Or what if you were a boy and dad was a girl and you were still married to each other. How CRAZY would that be?

ME: So crazy that I don't even want to think about it.. or discuss this anymore.

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LUKE: I know everything about temples and churches.

ME: Really? What do you know?

LUKE: I know that they are exactly the same except for they look different on the outside and they are different on the inside.

ME: Nothing gets past you, kid.

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LUKE: So I am thinking of a new word that you've never heard before. Guess what it is.

ME: This is kind of hard for me since I've never heard of it before. Why don't you give me a hint.

LUKE: Well, it's sort of a mix between flamingo and kitchen.

ME: Hmmm.. even after that great clue, I am still stumped.

LUKE: It's really cool. It's FLAMITCHEN.

ME: That IS an awesome word. I will probably use it next time I stub my toe, if you don't mind.
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LUKE: Mom, I know that you are going to say NO to this.

ME: Then why are you even asking?

LUKE: Well, it's just that we really want to take the couch on the trampoline and sit on it and jump at the same time.

ME: No way, Jose.

LUKE: Not even the smaller couch?

ME: No.

LUKE: Dang! I knew you were going to say that.
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LUKE: What are we having for dinner tonight?

ME: Since dad isn't gonna be home, we're making pancakes.

LUKE: Can you make mine into the shape of Megatron?

ME: I can do Mickey Mouse.

LUKE: I would rather have something like a Transformer.

ME: Well, it's kind of hard for me to make Megatron with pancake batter. What is he an airplane or something?

LUKE: NO! Ha! He's a Super-SONIC JET!! Duh!

ME: Well, excuuuuuse me!

Thursday, May 22, 2008

the DAVID drama!

I will Think of Archie Fondly,
but Cook will Always be My Baby.

Last night when I finally got in bed, Aaron said something to the fact that he couldn't believe I didn't post something about David Cook's win. I responded with something like, "You don't know me as well as you think you do." But the truth is, he does... and I wanna talk about it.

It was a little heartbreaking not having Archie sing the last song. He was so cute as he graciously walked off stage after the results came in. Why are we all so emotionally invested in this little boy? His silky voice had me captivated and I just wanted him to win it! After watching the finale and hearing him perform with One Republic, I felt frustrated that he didn't sing more songs like that during the season.. because that's what I wanted to hear! I just think he chose songs that were written for EFY soundtracks or firesides.. It doesn't matter if he can sing the phone book... we want to hear something current and ready for the radio. Or at least I do anyway. But I can't deny that every time he sang, I knew the church was true...


It's no secret that I LOVE David Cook. He seriously rocks and I am already loving his studio recorded songs. I was shocked by the results because most of the people I talk to are Archie fans and I just wasn't expecting a 12 million vote victory. I do NOT think it was rigged.. David Cook earned his title and deserves to celebrate because he seriously defeated the Giant.






Do you think the rest of the country was as SHOCKED as the Mormon community? Because I think most of us thought Archie had the win in the bag.. I am interested on what you think. For those of you who live outside Utah, was the hype on Archie as big as we all thought it was?


Here's to another great Idol year.. and to BOTH Davids who will have long and successful careers.

I hope DAVID wins


Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Happy Birthday, Debbie

Today is my sister's birthday and I just wanted to "officially document" how much I love her and how lucky I am to have her for a sister. She is 4 years older than me and one of my favorite people in this world. She is sweet, insightful, giving, spunky, straightforward, easy to laugh with, caring, Beautiful, personal, and the BEST hair dresser in the west!

She has had a few health concerns this past year and watching her go through it has made me think about how MUCH I appreciate her and admire what a strong person she is. She is not just my sister, but my best friend. I can always call her when I need to talk (or cry) and she always comes to visit me when I most need it! I just wish we could LIVE NEXT DOOR TO EACH OTHER!!

Why doesn't Brent like Vegas??



Love you, Deb and hope you had a happy one!







You are the older sister I have ALWAYS wanted!!!

DA Day.

I was SO looking forward to the American Idol finale.. and was a little bummed when I realized I was hosting book club (for Jane Eyre) with friends. But hey-- who says you can't have your cake and eat it too? We talked a little about Mr. Rochester and then watched the finale.. AND the Maria Carey week.. AND THEN their performances on Andrew Lloyd Webber week.. It was a late night, but not one of our famous 2 am parties. We had planned to watch P.S. I love you, but American Idol is definitely more important... It reminded me of the good old BYU days when we would squish in our 600 sq/ft apartments at Wyview to watch Kelly and Justin.

Now.. if you want to know how I felt about the finale.. I was NOT a fan of the lame boxing match.. but whatever. David Archuleta kicked butt and DESERVES the title, hands down. He is amazing and was so composed (and so cute!) I was a little bummed that Cook didn't bring his A-game, but that doesn't mean I love him any less. He totally brings out the rocker in me and I cannot wait for his career to take off. But little Archie should be proud of himself and what he has accomplished. He really sounded incredible and THIS is what the show is all about! I am sad that the season is over, but all good things must come to an end.

So glad the Bachelorette is starting so I have something to watch on TV.
I know, I am a sinner. Don't judge me.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

TTA-- ONE WORD

Answer the following with only one word.

1. Where is your cell phone? .................... charging
2. Your significant other?....................... dependable
3. Your hair?.................................... washed
4. Your mother? ................................. caring
5. Your father?.................................. loyal
6. Your favorite thing?.......................... laughter
7. Your dream last night?........................ forgotten
8. Your favorite drink........................... cold
9. Your dream/goal?.............................. happiness
10. The room you're in?.......................... quiet
11. Your children?..................................... energetic
12. Your fear?................................... hopelessness
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years........... content
14. Where were you last night?................... FHE
15. What you're not?............................. perfect
16. Muffins...................................... sometimes
17. One of your wish list items?................. daughter
18. Where you grew up?........................... memorable
19. What you read last........................ inspiring
20. What are you wearing?........................ nothing. jk. pjs
21. Your TV?..................................... rewindable
22. Your pets?................................... nonexistent
23. Your computer? .............................. essential
24. Your life?................................... fortunate
25. Your mood?................................... happy
26. Missing someone?............................. family
27. Your car?.................................... parked
28. Something you're not wearing?................ shoes
29. Favorite Store?.............................. grocery
30. Your summer?................................. eventful
31. Like someone?................................ Aaron
32. Your favorite color?......................... bright
33. Last time you laughed........................ today
34. Last time you cried?......................... monthly

Monday, May 19, 2008

the day I earned my HERO badge.

In April 2005, my husband was busy in his studies at Gonzaga Law School, and I felt merely privileged if he could squeeze me in for a lunch date. This particular experience happened to be in the middle of finals week, so I felt extra loved. We always met for lunch at Fred Meyer's deli.. I know, it sounds mighty romantic.. but it was totally our style. Our boys (who didn't include Zack at the time) were happily playing in the children's area. Aaron and I could have a peaceful hour getting re-acquainted with each other while devouring our deli style sandwiches and salads. We sat across from each other at a small table and even though my husband's conversation was enthralling (citations, regulations, statutes-- a girl just can't get ENOUGH) my attention was captivated by the man sitting directly behind Aaron. He was by himself and looked as though he had just escaped from Fiddler on the Roof. He had a shaggy beard, glasses, and was wearing a long brown dress that looked like it was made out of a potato sack. He also had a white round hat thing on the back of his head. You know, the kind usually worn by Jewish grooms. I was interested in his style.. and wondered if he was a monk. I don't know if they have Jewish monks or if they call them Rabbis instead. hmm.. I was lost in my train of thought when he stood up and started pounding his chest with one arm... which just confirmed his weirdness. He started moving around the tables and my first thought was that he was doing some religious dance-- (because it was obviously time to worship!) Then he started pounding faster and now with both hands.. in gorilla style. Everyone was staring at him and I was totally entertained.. and then it hit me.. HE CAN'T BREATHE! (Jews must not know the universal sign for chocking.. put your hands up to your throat!!!-- instead they do a funky, chest-pounding dance.. kinda weird but whatever.) "He's CHOCKING!!" I said it out loud [twice] and looked at Aaron as if to say, "Do something about it!" He was standing closer to Aaron than he was to me, but he caught my eye, and he knew that I knew he was chocking, so he backed up into me and I threw my arms around him, and gave him the Heimlich. I honestly have no idea if I was doing it right... It felt really awkward because he was much taller than me.. but after I pushed on him a couple of times, I let go and he started coughing.. He doubled over and a HUGE piece of fried chicken came out and landed on the floor right next to my feet. The people sitting at the tables (including the workers) started clapping. [Refer to me as SuperGirl, if you must.]

He took a deep breath and then gave me a hug and said "Thank you." How do you respond to that? "No problem, Jewish Monk, sir. Chicken is as EVIL as pork!!" was not my reply. I think I nodded my head and then sheepishly sat back down at the table. Aaron and I just stared at each other and then we started laughing hysterically. I couldn't help myself because the whole situation was just so random! But at the same time, I didn't want to come across as insensitive... because a religious man (who looked like an ugly version of Jesus) almost died right in front of us. So, I covered my mouth with my napkin and just tried to hold in the giggles. One of the deli managers came over to our table to 'congratulate' me and apologized for not cleaning up the mess sooner. This made me laugh even harder because she thought I was covering my mouth because I was grossed out by the slimy piece of chicken on the ground.. which was not the case. We decided to just call it a day and leave the deli.. because how much more excitement can you ask for? As I stood up to go, the monk guy came over and gave me another hug and said "Thanks again" and this time I was able to look him in the eyes and say, "You're welcome." And that was that.

He's never sent me a Christmas card or called to wish me a Happy Birthday. I have no idea if he has children or if he ever became Rabbi.. But if you are out there, Mr. Jewish Monk, know that I will never forget the time we spent together--with my arms tightly wrapped around you, squeezing you like there was no tomorrow. God bless and Happy Hanukkah.

what a weekend!

Not only did we have the father and sons camp out this weekend... but we also got some late night visitors. Brett (Aaron's brother--if you couldn't tell already) and his super cute wife KT came to Vegas for the Country Music Awards at the MGM. They aren't exactly country music fans, but Brett (soon to be famous Mr. Hollywood director) was working backstage at the awards. He got KT and I backstage passes for the rehearsal on Saturday (thanks for staying home with the kids, Aaron!) It was a fun day.. we got to see all the free gift bags full of awesome stuff that is thrown at the big time stars-- we also did a little shopping and had lunch at CPK. It was my first time eating there and for a second I thought everyone was talking about Kentucky Fried Chicken rather than California Pizza Kitchen. Obviously, I am not in the cool crowd just yet.

Saturday night, after Brett was finished with rehearsals, the four of us went out to dinner at a yummy Italian restaurant. Old men were playing jazz music and a guy at the bar really wanted us to pose with this huge bottle of wine... so we did. The food was delicious and the company was even better. I really love these two and wish we could party all the time.. Thanks for the quick visit and the good laughs.

the camp out

The boys managed to take a few pictures (and a video!) I am so proud. If Aaron was a fan of blogging, he would have written about what a great time they had.. but he's not, so I will try my best to document it.

They roasted marshmellows and ate them on graham crackers.. but forgot the chocolate bars at home. Ben was sorely disappointed.

Daddy told scary ghost stories before bedtime. Ben and Luke were laughing hysterically and Zack was scared. He had his sleeping bag pulled up to his eyes..

The first thing Zack said in the morning was, "Daddy, go home, please!" He got in the van an hour before it was time to leave. He obviously didn't get enough sleep the night before!

The boys favorite part of the entire camping trip was playing with someone else's Transformers.. since they weren't allowed to take their collection. hmm...

They had a bath together when they got home and the water was disgustingly brown. Which means they had a good time.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

splendid solitude

Q: What's the #1 reason to have ALL boys?
A: Father and Son camp outs

That's right. I had a completely quiet, blissfully serene and wonderfully childless Friday night. The only thing that I would have changed is making the camp out the entire WEEK rather than just one night. What's up with that? I think most dads need a little more bonding time with their boys.. in fact, I am sure of it. Here's the short list of what I during my aloneness.

Went on a long run in Red Rock canyon. Painted my toenails. Cleaned out and under my stove and fridge. Walked slowly down every isle of the grocery store.. just because. painted the walls back to white. Locked the front door a HUNDRED times. cleaned the toilets. Went Tanning.
Killed a cockroach all by myself...Took a LONG bubble bath (and shaved BOTH legs) Deep cleaned the carpet stains. Went to the bathroom in peace-- for once! Cursed during the terribly disappointing Jazz game :( and YES I watch sports even without any boys around.) Stayed up late watching a sappy chick flick and cried because I was so happy. Slept in!

It's amazing what you can get done without grimey kids tugging at your ankles.
It was absolutely HeaVenLy.

Here's to next year's Father and Sons!

If Aaron remembered to take any pictures at the camp out, I will be sure to post them.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

kid tag

My boys were tagged by Brendan a while ago, and I am finally getting around to it. I sat down this afternoon to write things about them, and I felt like I could go on forever. I stuck to ten facts each-- and I did them in separate posts for book printing purposes. Anyway.... here's a list of things that I don't want to forget about my kids.....

My boys tag the following kids: Avaree, Weston, Jackson, Max, Vaughn, Spencer, Grant and Dallin.... and Deb's girls.
Benjamin Jackson

1. I am a people person. Once I meet someone, I don't forget their name, who their parents are, where they live, their likes/dislikes. I love having lots of friends around!

2. I am very obedient. I like folding my arms, standing in a line, sitting quietly, following directions, checking off lists, earning stickers on charts, raising my hand, tucking in my shirt... In other words, I am a total teacher's/mom's pet.

3. I have always been a second mom to my brothers, even at the ripe old age of 2. I love to help them and I am always giving mini lectures when they fall out of line. I say things like,

"I will make an exception for you."

"I am not mad at you this time, but please don't do it again."

"I am not talking to you when your face is so dirty."

"You have GOT to get dressed, Luke!"
(at 7:15 am, mind you.)

"You made SUCH a mess!"

"I will do it for you, but just this once."

"Please don't talk to me that way."

"You're disgusting. Stop doing that right now."

"Go ask your dad."

and my personal favorite
"Watching this much TV is really UNresponsible!"

My mom is very glad that someone is keeping my brothers in line. But sometimes she doesn't like it when I tell her that she's not doing things the way they should be done.

4. I love playing games, especially if I can keep score and WIN! I am very competitive and will take on any challenge if there is a record to beat. I am quick and I want to be the best at everything!

5. I am a picky eater. I love all veggies, but would rather have them raw and cold.. my favorite snack is green peppers or cucumbers. I like most foods as long as they are not touching each other. Casseroles are my worst nightmare.. I gag just thinking about eating them.

6. I love to keep things clean and organized. If I could have everything my way, all toys would be labeled and put in their proper place. My brothers aren't so orderly and it stresses me out!

7. I have lost 6 teeth at age six. I can't wait until I turn 7-- I am counting down the days until my birthday (51, if you were wondering.)

8. I have a funky memory and LOVE lists. I can memorize anything.. I love state capitals, presidents, the articles of faith, etc.

9. I hate to be tickled. and even though my mom is always telling me not to, I still pick my nose.

10. I am VERY helpful and I often ask my mom, "Is there anything I can do for you?" She loves it and is so glad I am her oldest.. because I set such a great example for my brothers to follow.




Luke Aaron

1. I am such a sweet boy and would never want to hurt anyone's feelings. I always try to share and include everyone. I am in touch with my emotions and cry every single day.. I don't cry over getting hurt (physically) because I am tough in that respect, but I always cry because my feelings get hurt.

2. I have the largest bladder of any 5 year old out there. I go to the bathroom about twice a day. I can hold it for hours and hours and have never had an accident or peed the bed. I wait until the LAST possible minute to go to the bathroom, sometimes until I am in physical pain... (where I usually end up crying.)

3. I am really, really slow at everything I do. I walk slow, talk slow, get my clothes on in slow motion, and I am always the last one to get out of the car.

4. I am a night owl and LOVE to sleep in-- just like my dad. If no one disturbs me, I will sleep until lunch time.

5. I can NEVER remember where my shoes are. I don't really like to wear them, so I often take them off in the car. When it's time to go somewhere, I am the last one out the door because I can't find my shoes.. and because I am slow.

6. I am very attached to my family. I don't like to talk about growing up because that means that I will have to leave home. I cry when we talk about serving missions and getting married.. But sleeping over at a friends house or going somewhere without my parents isn't a problem-- as long as I know they will be back soon.

7. I have a creative and artistic imagination. I love art projects and I have great handwriting. I'm witty and I chose my words wisely. Sometimes I twist them around to make a good joke. I also stretch the truth because I am so creative.. I think that my made up stories are much better than what actually happened. When I am caught in a lie, I confess by saying, "I was only kidding about that" or "I was just joking". Uh-huh.

8. I have super hearing powers. Everything is too loud for me and (thankfully) I am over the stage when I cry if things hurt my ears. I cover my ears for lots of different reasons-- when the vacuum is running, when someone flushes a toilet, when a train comes, when a car honks. I used to scream as a baby when someone raised their voice too loud. I hardly ever shout and my mom is always telling me to talk louder so she can hear what I am saying.

9. I am a beat-boxer at heart. I am ALWAYS making noises (while I am eating, while driving in the car, while everyone else is trying to go to sleep, etc.) I love patterns and rhythms and my mom feels guilty every day for not putting me into some kind of music lessons. I could probably be a professional drummer some day, if only my ears could handle the noise!

10. I am non-competitive. I don't care if I win or have something better than someone else. It's all about the how I play the game (meaning-- was I nice to everyone and was everyone nice to me?) rather than if I win or not. I have a good time when my feelings don't get hurt. My mom sometimes teases me that I am her little girl..



Zack Burnham

1. I think I am much bigger than I really am. When I was six months old, I insisted on playing with my brothers and squealed if I wasn't in the middle of them.. I was barely able to sit up, but I knew what a wanted. Now that I am 2 and can keep up, there is nothing stopping me from being one of the gang.

2. I am in charge of myself and what I eat. I have NEVER allowed anyone to spoon feed me.. and don't want others to treat me like a baby (see #1) I have always wanted to eat real food and have never eaten baby food from a jar. I am a big boy and have always fed myself. Mom doesn't like to clean me up after a meal.

3. I can name all the Transformers and I love superheros. Batman is my favorite. I know how to say Batman, but I chose to call him "Dun-unt, dun-unt" because my brothers (and my dad) sing the song when I have the mask on... "dun-unt, dun-unt, dun-unt (repeated several more times.... followed by....) BATMAN." I like to wear my "dun-unt shirt" and my "dun-unt underwear" and my "dun-unt jammies".

4. When I wake up in the morning or from a nap, I want all of my blankets, pillows, teddy bears out of my bed and will carry them around the house until I am fully awake. I am slightly obsessed with my Truck pillow and my football blanket. If I am sad, they will always cheer me up.

5. I am afraid of elevators or anything that is unstable underneath me. If I am sitting on a chair and someone moves it, I freak out. When in an elevator, I hug my brothers because I think the world is going to end.

6. I like to sing- or rather lipsinc. I love doing all the actions and my lips move, but no sound comes out.

7. When someone tells me something that I don't want to hear, I look them straight in the eyes and shoot them with my pretend finger gun... and I do cool shooting sound effects.

8. I love, love, love animals... especially puppies.

9. I am potty-training and I'm doing an awesome job! Even though I am my mom's busiest child, I have been earliest (and easiest) to potty train. But the fat lady ain't singing yet.

10. I call my nipples, "MY HIPPOS"

Luke

Luke Aaron

1. I am such a sweet boy and would never want to hurt anyone's feelings. I always try to share and include everyone. I am in touch with my emotions and cry every single day.. I don't cry over getting hurt (physically) because I am tough in that respect, but I always cry because my feelings get hurt.

2. I have the largest bladder of any 5 year old out there. I go to the bathroom about twice a day. I can hold it for hours and hours and have never had an accident or peed the bed. I wait until the LAST possible minute to go to the bathroom, sometimes until I am in physical pain... (where I usually end up crying.)

3. I am really, really slow at everything I do. I walk slow, talk slow, get my clothes on in slow motion, and I am always the last one to get out of the car.

4. I am a night owl and LOVE to sleep in-- just like my dad. If no one disturbs me, I will sleep until lunch time.

5. I can NEVER remember where my shoes are. I don't really like to wear them, so I often take them off in the car. When it's time to go somewhere, I am the last one out the door because I can't find my shoes.. and because I am slow.

6. I am very attached to my family. I don't like to talk about growing up because that means that I will have to leave home. I cry when we talk about serving missions and getting married.. But sleeping over at a friends house or going somewhere without my parents isn't a problem-- as long as I know they will be back soon.

7. I have a creative and artistic imagination. I love art projects and I have great handwriting. I'm witty and I chose my words wisely. Sometimes I twist them around to make a good joke. I also stretch the truth because I am so creative.. I think that my made up stories are much better than what actually happened. When I am caught in a lie, I confess by saying, "I was only kidding about that" or "I was just joking". Uh-huh.

8. I have super hearing powers. Everything is too loud for me and (thankfully) I am over the stage when I cry if things hurt my ears. I cover my ears for lots of different reasons-- when the vacuum is running, when someone flushes a toilet, when a train comes, when a car honks. I used to scream as a baby when someone raised their voice too loud. I hardly ever shout and my mom is always telling me to talk louder so she can hear what I am saying.

9. I am a beat-boxer at heart. I am ALWAYS making noises (while I am eating, while driving in the car, while everyone else is trying to go to sleep, etc.) I love patterns and rhythms and my mom feels guilty every day for not putting me into some kind of music lessons. I could probably be a professional drummer some day, if only my ears could handle the noise!

10. I am non-competitive. I don't care if I win or have something better than someone else. It's all about the how I play the game (meaning-- was I nice to everyone and was everyone nice to me?) rather than if I win or not. I have a good time when my feelings don't get hurt. My mom sometimes teases me that I am her little girl..

This video is on our Home Video page, but I thought I would post it here because it's our favorite Luke video. He is a cute kid, but he was a SCRUMPTIOUS 2 year old. He was 2 years and four months old in this video (Zack's age) and I just want to eat him up. So sorry it's sideways... Gotta love his little voice saying, "Stand by the Dra-gon?" Enjoy!




Zack

Zack Burnham

1. I think I am much bigger than I really am. When I was six months old, I insisted on playing with my brothers and squealed if I wasn't in the middle of them.. I was barely able to sit up, but I knew what a wanted. Now that I am 2 and can keep up, there is nothing stopping me from being one of the gang.

2. I am in charge of myself and what I eat. I have NEVER allowed anyone to spoon feed me.. and don't want others to treat me like a baby (see #1) I have always wanted to eat real food and have never eaten baby food from a jar. I am a big boy and have always fed myself. Mom doesn't like to clean me up after a meal.

3. I can name all the Transformers and I love superheros. Batman is my favorite. I know how to say Batman, but I chose to call him "Dun-unt, dun-unt" because my brothers (and my dad) sing the song when I have the mask on... "dun-unt, dun-unt, dun-unt (repeated several more times.... followed by....) BATMAN." I like to wear my "dun-unt shirt" and my "dun-unt underwear" and my "dun-unt jammies".

4. When I wake up in the morning or from a nap, I want all of my blankets, pillows, teddy bears out of my bed and will carry them around the house until I am fully awake. I am slightly obsessed with my Truck pillow and my football blanket. If I am sad, they will always cheer me up.

5. I am afraid of elevators or anything that is unstable underneath me. If I am sitting on a chair and someone moves it, I freak out. When in an elevator, I hug my brothers because I think the world is going to end.

6. I like to sing- or rather lipsinc. I love doing all the actions and my lips move, but no sound comes out.

7. When someone tells me something that I don't want to hear, I look them straight in the eyes and shoot them with my pretend finger gun... and I do cool shooting sound effects.

8. I love, love, love animals... especially puppies.

9. I am potty-training and I'm doing an awesome job! Even though I am my mom's busiest child, I have been earliest (and easiest) to potty train. But the fat lady ain't singing yet.

10. I call my nipples, "MY HIPPOS" and my family loves it. I have them wrapped around my tiny pinky finger.