because I have been given much.

My dad served in the Army when my parents were newlyweds. He missed the birth of their oldest child and wasn't able to see my brother until he was 6 weeks old. Besides my father who served before I was born, I've never had anyone close to me serving in the armed forces. I don't know what it's like to worry about someone I care for. I can't imagine how hard it must be for those serving and those who are missing someone who is serving our country.

This Memorial Day we are trying our best to pay tribute to those who make sacrifices.. those who risk their lives for a greater cause, those who put themselves in harms way to fight for freedom, parents who are away from their spouses and children for months at a time, those who serve me and my family so that we can enjoy all that we have. I am so grateful to live in a country that allows me to experience the things that I do on a daily basis. I have my own house. I have food on my table to feed my children. I can sleep next to my husband at night. I feel safe. I worship as I please. I am free. I am truly grateful for the sacrifices made so that my family can have a better life.


This past weekend my grandpa, Fred Clawson, would have been 100 years old. He died when I was only 4 years old, but his legacy lives today. I am so grateful to my grandparents who put family first. They had 6 wonderful children who grew into respectable adults. Their children had LOTS of children. This picture was taken in 1973 (or so) when their clan was just getting started. Their oldest daughter Sandra had 14 children (all her own, no sets of twins!) Their oldest son, Don, had 12 children. My father and his brother Larry both had 10 children each. My uncle Dave got married late in life and had 2 beautiful girls. Their youngest, Nancy, never married but is the BEST aunt this side of the Mississippi. Every single one of her 48 nieces and nephews adore Aunt Nancy (including me!)


Today-- 100 years after the birth of my grandpa... The Fred Clawson family tree branches out with over 310 members. Hundreds of his decedents gathered together for a big celebration this past Saturday. I wanted to be there so badly, but I celebrated in my own way with my own little family. I love my grandparents so much, along with each of my aunts and uncles and my gazillion cousins. I consider myself truly lucky to be a part of THIS family tree and believe I have a legacy to live up to. My grandparents lives weren't easy. They were never famous or rich or successful in worldly means. But they worked hard. They put their family first and we knew they loved each of us. The example my grandparents set inspires me to work harder, endure longer and love deeper. When all is said and done, I hope to be just as "successful" as Fred and Roma were. I hope to make them proud.

HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY!

and not to toot my own blogging-horn,
but with 31 days in the month, 31 blog entries for May isn't too shabby..

Simon's personal watercolor

I got the best package in the mail today. My friend Sabrina sent our tent cover that she stole after our camping trip last weekend. (I have a pair of Hazel's shorts, btw.) Inside the tent cover was wrapped one of the best gifts I've ever been given. She painted Simon for me! with his eyelashes and fuzzy blond hair and everything!!!! (the scan discolored it and doesn't do justice.)

Check out Sabrina's site here. She sells her original watercolors and does commission work-- meaning she will paint your babies too! I am in love with the painting.... [and with the real baby.]

Why do they have to grow out of that cute, cuddly newborn stage? Why?

Sabrina and I have been scheming and dreaming recently. We've been on the phone until midnight the past few nights talking about an idea--- we're just so excited we can't even sleep! I will tell you in person about it but can't announce it to the whole world, just yet. It's gonna be awesome. Just keep your pants on for a couple of weeks and we'll let you in on our big exciting news. We're gonna need your help!

my second mom

It's my oldest sister's birthday today. Lori has always been the second mother to me and my siblings. She is one of the most amazing people I know. I don't write about her often or post pictures of her when she comes to visit because she's not that kind of girl. She doesn't want or need any attention. She would rather be behind the camera than in front of it (so not like me.) The traditional birthday questions about Lori were posted on my private blog. I cried while compiling everyone's answers this morning. I feel so grateful to have been born to such good parents who were selfless and willing to have a big family. My siblings are truly some of my best friends and I feel blessed to have them in my life. My sisters, in particular, have a special place in my heart. There is a 17 age difference between the five of us. Cindy may not have been included once upon a time, but now she is one of the gang. We really need an updated picture of all five adult women!

Now let's talk a bit about Lori.. She is the "other brunette" in the pictures. The two of us often get mixed up for the other one. She is seven years older than me, but she and I have always been close. When she was in high school, I was 8-9. She was such an incredible sister to me and took me everywhere with her. I loved having a friend that could drive me to the movies and take me out to lunch! I remember being up in the mornings watching my older sisters get ready for high school. I was still in elementary and had a couple of hours to waste. I would watch Lori do her hair and put on her make-up and remember thinking that she was such a beautiful girl. I always looked up to her and wanted to be just like her.

Lori is like no other woman I know. She is brilliant. The girl had to walk to the high school when she was in 8th grade because the jr. high didn't have the classes she needed! She was a legend and became sterling scholar in mathematics her senior year. She graduated as a civil engineer and would be an excellent career woman, but she chooses to stay home with her children. This summer she will have baby number seven! I am so proud to call her sister!

Lori does it all. She knows everything about anything. She has MAD baking skills (and often made dinner for my family growing up.) She has single-handedly catered wedding receptions for my siblings. She can plan any party/get-together like a pro. She speaks Spanish, sews her own curtains, refinishes her basement (does the plumbing, electricity and everything.) I love when she comes to visit because she is the handy man around the house. I'll never forget coming into my kitchen (about a month before Simon was born) to find Lori under the sink fixing my faucet. She seriously does it all! She's a whiz on the computer and is the go-to girl if anyone has a problem. Chances are, if Lori says something-- she's right. She is patient, kind, sweet, generous, and loyal. When Lori has your back, the girl has your back! The top right hand picture is one of my favorites in the collage. That was a big day for me and my sisters. Lori graduated from BYU with honors, Debbie received her mission call and had just won my election for president of my high school. We celebrated big time that night! Lori was my campaign manager and I promise you, I would never have been able to run for office if it wasn't for my big sis. She helped me with everything (and paid for most of it too.) I remember hugging her after I won and her telling me how proud she was of me... it was a sweet mother/daughter moment. :) I am so lucky to have her in my life.

Lori was my mom's right arm. There is a reason she is the oldest-- she was born taking care of us all. I don't think there is anyone better equipped to be the mother of seven little people. As draining as it is to have a big family (financially, emotionally, physically...) there is nothing better a parent can do for their kids than give them siblings. There is nothing you can buy them, no amount of money, attention or praise better than a sibling. Obviously this is my opinion and I know that not everyone can or should have a big family, but if anyone is ready to take on the job, Lori is the mom to do it!

For as much time as we've spent together, I don't have hardly any pictures of the two of us. This was taken on Lori's wedding day. I was a senior in high school. The photographer made us get close and look at each other and Lori and I were having a hard time keeping a straight face. It still makes me laugh looking at it.

I love you, Lori and I am so grateful to be your little sis. Happy Birthday!

It's another BOY!!!

We ventured out of the house yesterday and bought a beta fish. This is our 4th or 5th beta... (Sadly, we can't seem to keep them alive.) I figure if we're not responsible enough to keep a fish alive, then we are not ready for a dog. No way, no how. We they named him Lizard. It was either Lizard or Iguana. I voted for Iguana so we could call him IGGY for short, but no one listens to me around here. He will probably only last a couple of months anyway, so what do I care? Introducing the newest member of our family, Lizard.
No, Zack does not get everything his way. Therefore, Yoda is not swimming around inside the bowl with the fish. Yoda has to give his Jedi instructions from outside the glass. I can't say for certain, but I'm pretty sure Lizard is intimidated by the little green monster.
This morning, I found myself in my bed with all four of my boys. Aaron was getting ready for work and we were just chillin' and talking about how we have zero plans for the weekend. I asked the kids if they were sad that we weren't in Chicago/Detroit. They said, "Yeah.... but WE GOT A NEW FISH yesterday!" As if buying a $3 Lizard-fish cures all broken hearts. Maybe I would feel more excitement about the fish he were a girl. No such luck for me.

my no good day...

yesterday I was determined to have a terrible day and I accomplished it. You can do anything you set your mind to, you know. By the time Aaron got home from work, I was still in my running clothes.. the ones that I put on at 5 am, but never actually ran in. The house was a mess, the kids were in their pj's, Zack's face was puffy because she shot himself in the eye with a rubberband, and there was nothing for dinner. Aaron took the baby out of my arms, kicked me in the butt and told me to change into something presentable. I do whatever he says. We went to pack meeting as a family. Ben received some serious scout awards and we did some bizarre cheers. Afterward we headed to Cafe Rio for dinner. Cafe Rio can always make a bad day better.

While eating, Zack said the most annoyingist thing that Simon does is take out his pacifier when he's crying. Simon proved that he can do even annoyinger things by spitting up all over himself and my wallet that was inside his car seat. He has been coughing to the point of throwing up, poor kid. I cursed myself for feeding him a jar of vegetable stew for lunch... why couldn't it have been peaches or applesauce? On the way home, Ben expressed his desire to marry a girl who has freckles. Daddy asked him what makes him so sure a girl will marry him. Ben shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's a lucky guess." Then we asked Luke if he thought he would get married and Luke said, "Yes. I AM really cute." Is he ever.

We came home past our bedtimes and everyone curled up on our bed to read scriptures. This is when I knew that when I am with my family, it's never really a bad day... even though sometimes it seems like it. Aaron entertained the boys by impersonating Elmo. I only recorded a second of it on my phone... (and yes, Elmo does in fact say that babies are dumb.)

stuck at home

It's 8:15 am on May 26th. I've been looking forward to May 26th for a long time. Today was the day that our family was supposed to leave on a fun, adventurous vacation to Detroit/Chicago. But our trip has been canceled (postponed) until further notice. Saying I am bummed about it is the understatement of the year.

There are a lot of factors that led up to the decision to cancel our trip. The final straw that broke the camel's back was Simon getting super sick. He had a cough before we went camping and it turned into something nasty. I took him to the doc on Monday and his lungs sound bad. He's doing breathing treatments and sleeping a lot. Taking a baby on vacation is hard... but taking a sick baby is just not worth it.

When I plan a trip, I like to have the minute-by-minute itinerary mapped out out. I am not fussy if it doesn't go exactly as planned, but I like to fit in as much excitement as I possibly can. Tomorrow we were supposed to be at the Field Museum in Chicago. And Friday afternoon we were going to see a Cubs game in Wrigley Field. Just thinking about it makes me depressed.

When I plan a vacation, I make sure that every possible detail is taken OFF the calendar at home. Our school year is basically finished- not that we can't learn about anything else, but we worked hard so that we could vacation! Now we have nothing to do here... no responsibilities, no obligations, no nothing. Maybe that's a good thing, but today I feel empty. I should plan something fun, but Simon needs to get better and nothing sounds as exciting as finally meeting Sue the ancient dinosaur.

As Aaron left for work this morning, I told him that I need something to look forward to. He laughed and said, "Cindy comes on Monday-- to live with us-- for the whole summer." I said, "Yeah. That sounds fun." And then he reminded me that we have an awesome 10 year anniversary getaway planned. That sounds fun too, but it's two weeks away. I need something to look forward to TODAY. Folding laundry and making dinner doesn't sound exciting at all. And to make matters worse- today is Pack Meeting for Ben's scouts and I was so looking forward to not being here. In fact, one of the highlights of the trip was skipping out on Pack Meeting.

Sure-- life is still good. In fact, life is great. But today I feel like moping around in my bathrobe and wallowing in my own disappointment. But I won't be too upset because Simon is super cuddly and I just know he will want to wallow with me. This kid is still gorgeous-- even when he's not feeling well. If only he could rub off a little on me today.

you must enlarge the picture to see those eyes.
those eyes might be the only thing that could make me happy today.

Minute to Win It (trial run)

I wish I had been behind the camera more tonight. I took three short video clips and that's it. I had a baby to hold and games to organize. But it was a great time! We had six families competing.. about 20 or so people. It was crazy, but a good trial run. I can't wait to see what everyone else captured on their cameras!

This first video was taken with my broken camera (It works, but you can't see what you're recording.) If you listen closely you can hear me compliment Autumn on her husband's awesome nose. Oh geez. I am such a dork.

These videos were taken on my groovy new cell. Watching Ben play Face the Cookie seriously makes me almost pee my pants. He has "style" and thinks that licking like a dog will get his cookie to his mouth faster. Sad thing is, it actually works. (More videos are at the bottom of the post.)

I could type out all of the games and let you know what you need for each one, but it can all be found HERE. It's silly to think my kids and I did did hours of research on youtube before looking up the games directly on NBC. ah well.

This is what we played tonight:

Bobble Head: A pedometer is attached to the head and contestant must move their head to rack up a total 125 "steps" to complete the game.

Face the Cookie: Contestants, using only their faces, must move three Oreo cookies individually from their forehead to their mouth.

Junk In the Trunk: Wiggle a box filled with ping pong balls and attached to your waist until the box is empty.

Nose Dive:Contestant must transfer five cotton balls, one at a time, from one serving bowl to another 12' away using only the nose. Vaseline on the tip of the contestant's nose is used as a transfer agent.

The Nutstacker: Contestant must create one stack of large metal nuts by sliding them off a chopstick without touching them with their hands.

Hanky Panky: Using only one hand, contestant must pull tissues out of a tissue box one at a time until box is empty.

Tipsy: Contestant must balance three 12-ounce cans on their beveled lower edges. It is impossible to balance a full can like this, therefore the contestant must first drink from the can. The contestant must balance a total of three cans to successfully complete the challenge.

Johnny Applestack: Contestant must stack five apples one on top of the other. Once completed, the structure must remain freestanding for three seconds.

Wet Ball: Using a spray bottle, squirt water at a balloon moving it upwards through the air and into a trash can.

Noodling Around: Pick up six penne noodles placed around the perimeter of a table using only a piece of uncooked spaghetti in your mouth.

Rapid Fire: Contestant using only their hands must shoot rubber bands and knock a pyramid of six soda cans completely off a platform eight feet away.

Spoon Frog: Contestant has to bang down on a spoon to propel another spoon into a glass three times.

Egg Roll: Contestant must move eggs across the floor and into a target area only by "fanning" the eggs with an empty pizza box.

We had the items for Keep it Up, Sticky Situation, This Blows and Worm Diving... but we didn't get around to them. Next time we will definitely be more organized. The kids favorites were Face the Cookie, KaBroom, Bobble Head and Hanky Panky. I highly recommend trying all of these at home!

camping at carpinteria

we just got back from a long weekend at the beach. We camped in Carpinteria, a little beachfront city in the Santa Barbara area. Some of our favorite people drove up from AZ and met us there. We had a blast. This 60 second video sums up what we did all weekend. I will never be able to listen to "I've got a feeling" again without thinking of this trip.

This is what we did at the beach--

This was taken just before Ben almost died. I literally had to run out and save him from being crashed into the rocks.. After we were safe on dry ground, it was funny.. but we were both really wet.

love these little footprints

These two tried to get as dirty as possible. Sylvia was making sand angels.

He loved putting his feet in the water.

I love the teamwork. The boys trying hard to put up their own tent while Sylvia stands in the middle (and while Zack fought them with his make-shift stick lightsaber).

They always have so much fun together.

This was the mansion tent. It had a fridge, a winding staircase, and an awesome balcony that gave us a great view of the beach. I've never shared a tent with another adult couple.. so glad I could experience it this weekend!

He slept in the car.

She wanted to drive the car.

He wins for putting together the funkiest outfits.

He wins for being the cutest camper.

He wins for having the dirtiest nose all weekend.

He wins the award for getting the most marshmallows on his clothing.

He is the camper who hates getting his picture taken.

I win for taking the kids to see ships light up on the horizon, even though I was freezing and would rather have stayed warm by the fire.

She wins for being an awesome girlfriend who will pick up her family and meet us hours away with zero time to plan. Oh how I love spontaneous people.

oh.. and biggest loser award-- goes to me. I left my cell phone at a rest stop while helping Zack in the bathroom. And my camera that just got back from the shop with a brand new screen? It's broken again. This is terrible news for someone about to leave on a long vacation. Seriously I am a loser with a capital L... must figure something out before Wednesday.

another birthday girl. but not just any ordinary girl.

Simon and the birthday girl last night at 10 pm.

Our family hairdresser is having a birthday today. Debbie is my older sister and my best friend. Out of all the people I love in the world, Deb is at the very tippy-top of the list (tied with Aaron :)

Continuing with the new birthday revolution I explained a while back, a FEW of my family members answered questions about the Debster. (no one read the answers of anyone else-- except for my husband who quickly answered these just as I was about to post.)

#1. If Deb could do any famous person's hair, who would she choose and why?

Dad- Andrei Kerilenko - Many people have tired to something with his hair. Nobody has been successful. I think Debbie could do the job.

Mom- Debbie likes to watch "The Biggest Loser" on TV and I think she would enjoy cutting and fixing one of these people's hair. I can just see her encouraging them to keep losing weight and to just "go for it!"while she is doing their hair!

Lori- I would love for her to cut Donald Trump's hair, but she would probably rather fix a girl's - maybe she could do something about Crystal Bowersox from American Idol?

Randy- Oprah. one because she is super famous and she would tell Debbie some great secret the world doesn’t know yet, (that’s what everybody likes to do when they get in the chair- they tell her secrets) and two because Brent thinks that’s all she does all day anyway is watch Oprah

Kristy- Richard Simmons.

Brent- Sheri Dew, so they could have a very deep spiritual and doctrinal discussion. Not to mention I think Sheri could use a new "do", no pun intended, and Debbie can make anyone look good.

Aaron- Glenn Beck. Glenn and Sister Dew should be able to set Brent straight.

Janet- Cher. Cher has had the same long, boring hair for 50 years. Deb would convince her to chop it and do something funky. Plus, I guarantee Cher has lots of psychological problems... and Deb is a therapist slash hair dresser. She needs to get paid double for all the counseling she does.

Dave- Jack Black. I'm sure she'd like to wax his entire back.

Katie- Donald Trump because he needs it so bad.

Tim- Bono. Enough said.

Rachel- Probably the guy from the Twilight movies. His hair is out of control and she could really help him out. How I miss having her close to cut my hair.

Kevin- Donald Trump. I bet she gets anxious every time she see's him. She's probably the only person on the planet that could help them.

Jen- Justin Bieber, because all of my fifth grade girls would think she is the coolest person on the planet. They all think he is a hottie (I'm actually not so sure who Debbie would pick, but he is the only celebrity I know). :)

Cindy- I think Debbie would want to do Rapunzel's hair. She could do anything she wanted! Except that might be a little stressful, even for Debbie. What about Samson's hair. That would be pretty cool to do hair that has strength.

Lilly- Hannah Montana, because sometimes she has crazy hair.

Anna- Barbie (I tried to ask her why, she said, "Just cuz!")


2. What is your favorite memory with Debbie?

Dad- I have two favorite memories. First, when we went to Disneyland when Debbie was about two and one half, we were in the motel and the kids were on the bed jumping and making noise. I asked them to stop because there were people under there. Debbie got down off of the bed and looked under the bed. She said, "Where? I don't see anyone." Second, when Debbie was little and just starting to talk, she would leave off the first letters of a word. It was pretty cute. She would she "ori" for Lori, "ants" for pants, "irt" for shirt, "ocks" for socks and soforth. I don't know why she called Greg "Bobbie". But the best was "asshopper" for grasshopper.

Mom- I have several I want to tell! We took the kids to see Santa Claus when Deb was 2 years old. He lifted her up on his lap and asked her what she wanted for Christmas and she looked right up at him and said "An elephant!" You should have heard him laugh out loud! I couldn't believe she said it. I had to go out & find a stuffed elephant! When Janet was born, Les brought all the kids to the hospital. Back then kids weren't allowed to hold the babies or even go in the mom's room, but Les held Janet up to the window from inside the nursery. I was standing there with the kids and they were all so happy to see their new sister. Debbie yells out, "Her got yittle ears!" Deb liked kindergarten at first, but after a few weeks the excitement wore off and every day she would say to me, "I think I should just stay home today and take care of Scotty & Janet."

Lori- I remember when Debbie was getting ready to go on her mission. We spent a lot of time together shopping and preparing for her to go. I told her that I wasn't going to get married while she was gone because she needed to meet whoever that would be, first. I met Philip about a month after she left, and I didn't know how I could make good on that promise. About four months later, Philip got hired at Ford and was sent to Detroit for some training. I didn't tell him why, but that he HAD to go meet her. I know Debbie thought he was a little crazy, but that was special for me. It was important to me to have her be a part of that big step in my life.

Randy- The time I thought she was Kristy and I grabbed her butt on accident – that’s a funny memory

Kristy- There are so many memories to mention. Debbie is very silly. One little memory from Debbie is: Back before we had digital cameras, I got my pictures developed and found a picture of my toilet and a huge, long surprise in it. After asking around....I found out IT WAS FROM DEBBIE! Her explanation was, " I'm sorry, I had just gone running and I had to show you how long it was." I love you Deb!

Brent- There are too many to have a favorite, but this memory is pretty funny. During one of our many drives to Bear Lake, with the kids asleep, Debbie and I got into an argument, I can't remember what it was about, but she didn't want to sit next to me anymore, so she crawled to the very back of the van laid down and fell asleep. As I was still driving the kids woke up and asked "where's mom"? I replied "I threw her out the window", they started crying and said "stop dad, we've got to go back and get her", and I said "no... no we don't need her anymore, we're going to get a new mom, don't you want a new mom?" Lilly says "I don't want a new mom I want our mom". Yes, I think there is a chance I could be psychologically damaging my children.

Aaron- The time that Debbie threw Brent out the window on a road trip and all the girls cheered. jk. When Janet and I were first married, Deb came to visit us in our one bedroom apartment in Provo. I don't remember Debbie getting into bed with us, but apparently somewhere in the middle of the night she cuddled up next to Janet. Thank goodness for king-sized beds.

Janet- There are so many good ones to choose from. #1) Getting knocked down in the ocean fully dressed.. #2) having a lady walk in on us in a public bathroom-- Deb was basically naked and screaming while being attacked by ants. I was getting them off of her, but the lady who walked in on us had no idea what was going on. #3) Seeing a herd of cows in a perfect circle (but no one believed us.) #4) Fishing with our kids at the Lawrence Welk resort in CA while our husbands golfed. It was a nightmare with all those kids! We returned the fishing poles in a mess and laughed at the poor teenage boys who had to untangle them! But I think my favorite memory was when we were preggo with Anna and Zack. Deb flew to Spokane for a week and it rained the ENTIRE time. We stayed inside and let the kids play while we talked and talked and talked. I really needed that visit. I also appreciate ALL the trips she's made to see me in Vegas. Last night I drove away from her and cried all the way home!!

Dave- When me, you, and Scott walked to that lake at cub river. It was like 5 miles away from everything so there was hardly anyone around. The water was really clean and clear. Plus it was fun to talk on the way.

Katie- One of my first memories is the day of Lilly's blessing. I stayed over because Dave and I got engaged the night before. You were running around trying to get everything done, but running behind. You handed me Lilly and asked me to dress her in her blessing dress. I officially felt part of the family.

Tim-Every haircut is a new favorite memory.

Rachel- Probably the time she helped me do my hair for my wedding. I was so stressed about it because many a friend/ paid professional has given up on my thick hair mid-do. Debbie was so confident and totally willing to do whatever I wanted. I love looking back at my pictures because she really did get my hair just right. Thanks!

Kevin- One night we stayed late cleaning up at Crossroads Mall with a guy from high school that was crazy about her. On the way home we stopped to eat at a restaurant and he was being super smooth. I remember feeling really weird with him there.

Jen- I only have one, so it is my favorite. She cut my hair right after Valentine's Day. I loved having her cut it. I have never had my hair cut like that before, but it looked gorgeous (Kevin can testify!). I could tell that she did it instead of me because it looked better than I could have done it. I loved how her girls came down and she gave them spray bottles and brushed and got them excited about doing hair.

Cindy- The summer before Debbie was married we (I was 11) got a call late at night for Janet saying that she was going into labor. I remember driving with Debbie to Provo. We stopped at Janet's apartment to sleep for a few hours and then headed to the delivery room. It was a memorable experience for me. Debbie is 14 years older than me, so I don't remember us doing a lot together where it was just us. When I was in third grade, Debbie was in hair school and needed to do her first perm on a real person (opposed to a manikin). I missed school and Debbie gave me a perm.

Lilly- She took me for a date and I got a bracelet.


3. What do you think is Debbie's greatest strength or talent?

Dad- Debbie has a great quality to get things done. She was great at cleaning when she was little and taking care of her little brothers and sisters. She is also very determined. When she called me on the telephone to tell me that she wanted to go on a mission, I asked her, Why? I don't think you need to go. She said, "I don't need to go, I have to go." I said, "That's good enough for me." She has many other talents and qualities. The best is being a great daughter.

Mom- Debbie is so amazing! She's very positive and tries to help anyone with something that is bothering them. She's a hard worker and has helped me out so many times i can't even count them. I remember her being thrown up in the air while she was a cheerleader and I was just praying that she wouldn't get hurt too bad, cause she already was kind of hurt, but she just didn't want to complain or not do her part. She's pretty, she's happy, she is determined and Debbie I love you so much! Have a wonderful birthday!

Lori- Debbie is one of the most positive people I know. I love that she never wants to say anything bad about anyone else.

Randy- She is such a great friend to Kristy and (me too!). Debbie never seems to entertain gossip, which would be so easy to do with all those secrets. Happy Birthday Debbie – I love you.

Kristy- Debbie's greatest strength is to see people for who they really are. She knows how to listen and how to bring out the best qualities possible. So many people have talked to me about how much they love and need Debbie. I'm going to try harder to live in the moment as you do.Thanks for all of the heartfelt conversations, Deb. I need you too!!

Brent- Getting total strangers to tell her their life's story and making people feel and look good. I love you Debbie. I will always love you.

Aaron- The way she treats other people.

Janet- She is so strong. She can do anything-- and she does! Her plate is full but she's constantly looking for ways to serve others. Deb is a friend to anyone and everyone. I am so lucky to have her for my very own sister!

Dave- She never worries about what other people will think about her. She doesn't mind telling you something like she hasn't showered in days.

Katie- Debbie is a great listener. She knows when to sit back and listen and when it's appropriate to share her opinions.

Tim- Her optimism. She doesn't ever let anything get to her.

Rachel- Debbie is so laid back and cool about things. She has her priorities like family and church and she doesn't let the small stuff get to her. She is a natural peacemaker and makes everyone feel comfortable around her.

Kevin- For some reason no matter where we are or what we are doing, Debbie is going to make you be in a good mood. If you are at home with her kids or on a road trip (like when we went to Atlanta in her tiny white car) you're sure to have a good time. Her enthusiasm for life and for people are contagious. Everyone loves Debbie!

Jen- I noticed really fast how easy it was to talk to her and how comfortable I felt. She makes people really at home. I love how much of a people-person she is.

Cindy- Debbie does so much service for other people! She is always helping others. I watch her kids in trade for getting my hair done, but I always feel like she does too much for me! She's a great older sister and example to me. I love you Debbie!!! She's also good at having cute babies.

Lilly- She's good at doing hair. She's good at making food. She's good at taking care of us.

Anna- I like it when she's makes mac and cheese.

minute to win it

I am in the process of planning a MINUTE TO WIN IT ward activity. The kids and I have been doing our research... I have a LOOOONG list of games and a long list of household items we need to collect in order to compete. It's gonna be so much fun!! Over the breakfast table at 6:45 am this morning, my family competed in Bobble Head... a game where a pedometer is connected to a sweatband-- which is strapped to your head. The winner must bob their head as fast as possible to get as many hits on the pedometer. Zack bobbed his head 52 times in 60 seconds. Ben came in second with 125. Luke scored 132... and I barely beat Luke with 137. We better start practicing if we want to be on the show-- they average around 170. That is some major head movement, if you ask me. Don't know what I am talking about? Watch this:

Kate and I are going to do a mock Minute to Win It competition this coming Monday at the church with our families (we'll mix a highly spiritual FHE lesson in there somewhere.) If you want to be a part of it, let me know and we'll collect enough household items for you and your family to compete too. And Coronado ward members, stay tuned for an exciting (and hilarious) ward party.....

Have you seen the show? Tried any of the games at home? If so, let me know which ones are your faves.

using the scanner..

as I was going through Luke's homework this afternoon, a love note fell out of the pages. I let him know that brown-nosing is not allowed in this house. It won't get him a better grade. I'm no softy--

As I was scanning it in (before I threw it away) I decided to do the pile of homemade notes sitting by my computer just waiting to be documented... several of these are from months ago.

this is something Ben made while sitting in church. I love that he thinks he's "intellagenent". And I just can't resist those mom-lovers!

Ben made Simon's first Christmas Ornament. I can't wait to hang it on the tree next year! We will never forget that Simon was born with hair on his cheeks... or that he was realy, realy cute.

a note from my pixie:

apparently, someone thought they might forget the lyrics to a few Christmas carols. and I am sure you can't read it, but when the echo sings in Rudolf, Ben wrote the words in parenthesis. (like a light bulb!)

a list made before the Father and Sons campout.. (complete with checks for everything already packed.)

a love note from one brother to another:

Something Luke made for Simon just days after he was born. I love that he thinks he's Simon's tutor. And oh how I love his phonetic spelling.. ovle, tryingle, cresint, recktangle.

I'm glad I'm not the ONLY character they draw lop-sided boobs on..

Happy Birthday, Bev!

I can't let this day end without wishing one of my best friends a Happy Birthday! I won't say her age because she'd shutter... but truth is, she should wear it proudly. She makes getting "old" look fabulous! She is wise, thoughtful, strong, funny, experienced, understanding, feisty, spiritual, stylish, always around when I need a shoulder to cry on, easy to talk to, in the-know, caring and absolutely wonderful in every way.

Bev and I met on Mother's Day four years ago. You can read her Journey Through Grief HERE. If you've already read it, but it's been a while, I would suggest you read it again. I cried as I read it today and I've heard the story a hundred times. Reading her stories of pain and loss make me so grateful for the little things in my life. We honestly NEVER KNOW when someone we love will be taken from our lives. Knowing what she's gone through makes me feel like I complain too much... like I have yet to experience something hard.. like I am not living my life to the fullest. She is a great example of strength in my life. She has been through SO MUCH and she continues to live everyday to the fullest. She is active, energetic and continues to surround herself with things that make her happy. I am so grateful for her friendship and example in my life. We still talk every each week. When I forget to call on a particular Sunday, I feel empty-- like I haven't had my Bev fix! She is so uplifting and wise. I feel so comfortable to talk about all my problems and she always has my back and sticks up for me, no matter what. I love her very much.

I am going to take this opportunity to be personal and give the credit where the credit is due. Four years ago, I had an impression in my kitchen to call Bev. I wrote about it HERE. I was vague about it because I didn't feel comfortable sharing my spiritual experiences to such a large audience. Since that time, I have a clearer understanding and a stronger testimony of why I was given that prompting.

While doing my dishes four years ago, with my hands in the water, someone told me to call Bev. I didn't even know her name at the time, but her face was in my head and I knew exactly what I needed to do. I continued doing the dishes, knowing very well that I would call her after I was finished. The impression came again to call her and to do it NOW. So I dried my hands and picked up the phone. I spoke with her that night and didn't know what to say, but our hearts were both touched and since the first time we met, we've both known there was a greater power that lead us together. I want to tell you today, that I know those impressions came from her daughters, Janet and Denise. I know without a doubt that they were thinking of THEIR mother that day and wanted to personally wish her a Happy Mother's Day. I happened to live close enough to her and was lonely myself and needed a friend. What a perfect match!

I know without a doubt that we have guardian angels looking over us. I believe that our loved ones who have passed on are closer than we realize. In the past few months, I have felt the love of my Grandma Roma so close. She has been here with me, in my lonely nights without a husband. She has sent me several gifts of love and I truly believe that Bev's daughters and my grandma were working very closely on the other side trying to connect us with each other. Bev was put in my life for a reason. At the time, I thought I needed to call her so SHE could have someone to love her, but now I know that it was all for me. Because I was willing to listen and act on a prompting, my life was tremendously blessed. Her friendship and council and support and love has given me so much. Today on her birthday I want to thank her for accepting me and my family into her life. She means the world to me.

Happy Birthday, Bev! I wish I was there in person to give you a big hug and take you out for lunch.. the Black Angus sounds so much yummier than the bland spaghetti my family will be eating for dinner :) Hope you have a great day and know that know that you are loved by so many.

Monday Movie Review-- take 2

Who wouldda thunk that I'd be back with a movie review? Not I.


This past weekend we took our kids to see Iron Man 2. It was the first Saturday in YEARS where we didn't have anything pressing to do... Okay, maybe not years, but it sure seems like it. The older boys and I dropped off Simon with a sitter and met Daddy at the theater after his tennis match. We went to a matinee before lunch. In case you were wondering, two adults and three kids at a matinee runs about $37. Before we forked over our life's savings, the ticketer asked if I wanted to donate $1 to the theater's charity. I was shocked by the question. I just paid $37 to sit in your theater... Please take one or two of those dollars and shove it wherever you'd like. What is this world coming to anyway?

We entered the theater and approached the concession stand. The lady at the register asked me if we wanted the "combo special"= two drinks and one large popcorn for $18. That is a special? I said no thank you and whipped out a coupon for a free popcorn with the purchase of a large drink. Too bad drinks cost $6.75. I really want to know want to know who takes their kids to the movies on a regular basis. You should probably post anonymously because I will tell you're stupid for not getting a $1 redbox at the local gas station (where soft drinks and popcorn will set you back about $1.25.)

Anyway, back to the movie review. Iron Man 2 is rated PG-13. Judge me if you will for taking my 4 year old. There was a lot of explosions and a lot of action. The language was relatively clean except for a bleeped out F word. There was no sex... but several sexual innuendos-- none of which our kids understood. I felt very comfortable taking my kids. And they loved every minute of it. They were in little boy heaven and it might have been worth $37 to see the looks on their faces in that dark theater.

Did I like the movie? Not really. There was no storyline. It was NOTHING like the first Iron Man, which I found highly entertaining. I believe they added a ton of famous actors because they didn't have the substance for anything else. I was disappointed and recommend to the rest of you to wait until it comes out on video. It's two hours long and honestly just not worth sitting in a theater for. But that's just my opinion. I give it a solid B-. My kids gave it an A+. But I wouldn't trust their opinion. They watch (and love) Ben 10 Alien Force and Wow Wow Wubbsy.

I will tell you what I would pay good money to watch... SURVIVOR.


Last night was the season finale and oh.my.goodness. it was fabulous. We wouldn't let our kids watch it yesterday (it was Sunday after all.) But we said they could watch it first thing this morning-- which is a special occasion because TV doesn't get turned on before lunch around here. Aaron and I got up at 5 am to run. Guess who was already up watching Survivor? Luke. Pretty impressive for a kid who can sleep in until noon.

I seriously didn't want to go on the run, knowing that Luke was curled up on our couch watching the greatest television show ever created. I told him he could watch it as long as he didn't say a word when I got back. We walked in the door at 5:45 (pretty sad for a 3 mile run. I am totally holding my man back. But what I can't do in speed, I make up for in style. He even told me I looked cute this morning. I believe it was the sunrise reflecting off my sleepy eyes.) Anyway, when we came back at 5:45, we found Ben, Luke and Zack cuddled up on the couch. It's THAT good people. It will get your kids out of bed like nothing I've ever seen before.

Am I happy with the outcome? Let me just say when the final vote was read, I got off my couch and screamed with delight. I couldn't be happier or more proud of Sandra. I LOVE that her husband is in Afghanistan and she just earned her second million dollar paycheck by playing Survivor. I love how she said, "This is what I do for a living." Oh man. It was so good that I might have to watch it again. I loved watching Russell squirm. I do not believe he should have gotten America's vote. He's NOT a good player, people. His social game sucks. You can't factor out the fact that your teammates vote for a winner. Beauty pageant directors should seriously talk to Mark Burnett. Everyone wants Miss Congeniality to take home the crown. It makes for an awesome ending.

As far as JT making the "biggest mistake" of the season, I totally disagree. He had some type of strategy behind his play. Granted, he was totally wrong but there is NO DOUBT that Tyson (the Mormon) made the stupidest mistake. His dumb move changed the entire game. I wonder who would have been sitting in those final seats had Tyson been smarter... possibly Sandra. And that's what makes her a freakin' champion.

Oh man. I love that show. I really want to be a contestant on an upcoming season. I think I need to submit a new tape for auditions. I NEED to be chosen. Any suggestions on what to do? Take off my top? I would seriously do whatever it takes to play a socially strategic game like that. Who knows if I could play it well... but I dream about it at night. Sandra is my hero.

six months old

For the past six months I've spent every waking moment with this little human. He is such a light in my life, such a blessing in our home.


At six months, his eyelashes are still the FIRST thing everyone comments on when they see him. Simon is sitting up quite well. He holds his own bottle, pulls out his pacifier and puts it back in. He thinks everything belongs in his mouth, especially his feet. He loves to hear the sound of his own squeal. He hits his high chair and bottle when he wants more food. He slaps your hand when you put it in front of his. He rolls over in both directions. He puts his hand over his mouth to make Indian chants. And he entertains his brothers by pounding his own chest like Tarzan. We just love our little Sy-Guy and count ourselves truly blessed that he joined our family six months ago.


A HUGE thanks to Kashina for being Simon's personal photographer. She is too good to us! She takes his pictures and I watch her (perfectly behaved) 2 year old. I am definitely getting the better end of the bargain here! There are more pictures of his six-month photo shoot on her blog.

shovenists

Last night we had a ward BBQ at our favorite park in Blue Diamond. Right before I left, I agreed to take my two neighbor boys (ages 3 and 1) with me. This is proof that I am completely insane... I was driving to the park with 200 hot dogs, 200 buns, chips, nachos, drinks/plates/cups/forks/tablecloths and SIX little boys in my van. All night, all I could do was laugh about the chaos I create for myself. It was a great time-- perfect weather and fantastic company. But I wasn't able to take any pictures with my new camera because I had several kids in my arms at all times.

On the way home from the park, Zack and his three year old buddy were chatting in the back seat (Ben and Luke were riding home with daddy.) Zack's friend was excited about going back to our house and playing for a bit. He kept saying over and over, "We go Janet's house. We go Janet's house."

I believe Zack was in the mood to fight (or at least pick on someone his own size) when he said with much gusto.. "It's not JANET's house! It's Aaron's house. It's my DAD'S house! He goes to work and he pays all the money. It's NOT my mom's house. My dad is charge of everyone at our house because he's the MAN."

Well, well, well. Apparently if you don't bring home the bacon, you're a nobody.

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After watching the old LDS movie Out of the Mouth of Babes, my kids were asking each other questions from the movie. Ben said to Zack: "What would you be if you weren't a Mormon?" to which Zack responded: "A Mormon." Ben said, "No, you can't say a Mormon." Zack smiled and said, "Then I guess I would be a WOMAN." After everyone finished laughing he said, "I was just kidding. I would hate to be THAT."

What am I? Chopped liver? When I told him that women are awesome and wonderful and basically even cooler than men, he looked with a blank stare and said, "Oh. My Bad." Which translates into, "Whatever."

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All of our boys are turning into motor-mouths lately. Even Luke, who has barely said 20 words his entire life, is starting to share useless information at the most inopportune times. Whenever Aaron gets home from work and is trying to tell me about his day (or vice-versa) one of the boys will be standing by just dying to interrupt with a story that neither of us care to hear.. All parents have to deal with this, I am sure. In our house, the useless information usually has something to do with Star Wars, super heroes, Poptropica or Transformers. On any given day at any given time I have to sit through some type of explanation on these trivial topics. It's annoying--- but the kids are SO excited they can hardly get out the words without spitting all over your face.

A week or so ago, after a particularly long day at work, Zack came running to Daddy (who was sitting on the couch) climbed on his back and starting screaming/spitting in his ear about how they finally passed the last level of the Star Wars lego game and how Anakin turned to Darth Vader. When he learned that Padme died, he "forced" everything around him and the computer screen exploded.. (if only I could capture that with the same excitement that Zack delivered it.) The entire time Zack was explaining this unbelievable event, Aaron and I were smiling at each other, just waiting for him to finish. Instead of saying, "That's cool." or "Tell me more about it." Aaron calmly stated, "Thanks for telling me that..." to which Zack happily skipped off. Since then, we've said it a hundred times to our kids and it works every time. It's brilliant, really. You don't have to prove that you listened or pretend that you were interested in what they were saying. You just say "thanks" and they go about on their merry way. I have been so much happier since this new phrase as been added into our family vocabulary. Until this morning.

I am talkative in the mornings. I am not married to a man who likes to talk before 2 pm. This morning, we were laying in bed, cuddling up to a chubby baby and I was talking Aaron's ear off. His eyes were not exactly opened, but I thought he was listening. At the end of explaining all that I want to do today and asking Aaron when he will be home from his tennis match, he smiled and said, "Thanks for telling me that." It was hilarious but so insulting! As if I spout out useless information all day. As if.

And these are the stories that make up my life. Girls don't get no respect around here.

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PS. To go along with this topic-- let me copy and paste what I wrote on my facebook page a few days ago.. (Monday, May 10, to be exact.)

This morning my oldest boy said, "I bet you're really sad Mother's Day is over." I said, "Yes I am. Now I have to wait another YEAR for you guys to be nice to me again." He said, "Not a year. Your birthday is coming up in a few months...."

The Batmobile has left Gotham City!

This just in........... My camera is BACK!!!!! Say whut? You're not as excited as I am? Let me just say that I am SO grateful for a husband who knows me-- and buys camera warranties for 2 solid years. I was just a month away from proving to him that I didn't need the warranty. But, as always, Aaron knows best. Without a camera, I felt like I had lost a limb. Now all is right in the world.

On to bigger and better things-- like my sons "new" bedroom. Zack recently moved in with the baby. This was not the plan. THE plan was to keep him on the bunk bed with his older brothers for another year or so. But a free toddler bed was given to us and we have learned to appreciate anything given to us for free-- even if it wasn't part of the plan. Zack is 100% THRILLED with his new set-up. Not just because he has his own bed. He's thrilled because he now sleeps in the BATMOBILE. Check it.

The minute we brought this car/bed into our house, Zack started calling it his Batmobile. He colored cute yellow signs for it and taped them all over the bed... only one remains in front. He gets so excited for bedtime, but thinks he needs to put on the full Batman costume in order to sleep in it. Even when it's not bedtime (or nap time) Zack will pretend to yawn and say, "I think I need to take a little rest." Then he will put on his costume, grab his favorite Batman book (one that he can "read" aloud from memory) and get cuddled up on his Batman pillow and blanket. It is such a cute sight to behold. Apparently the mask is more comfortable than one would imagine. ?

*This bed is one of the items we brought home from our neighborhood JUNK IN THE TRUNK. I happen to be in charge of the activities for our ward, but I can't take credit for this awesome idea. Let me explain quickly-- a bunch of people bring their JUNK to a church parking lot. Before it's all donated to charity, anyone can take anything they want/need. I got rid of so much stuff and I was able to bring home this bed AND a nice carseat/stroller combination for Simon. I totally scored and I know everyone else left happy... plus we ended up donating an entire trailer (plus some) of quality stuff to Deseret Industries. You should totally organize one in your neighborhood. We're going to try to do it every 6 months or so. We ALL have stuff we want to get rid of. One man's junk is most definitely another 4 year old's dream bed! Yeah for FREE Junk!