Sunday, February 28, 2010

My Favorite Child

This morning, in a random conversation with Luke, I found myself telling him my reaction to finding out he was a boy, when I had an ultrasound with him.

Later, in a spontaneous conversation with a friend, I relayed my experience with choosing/knowing there were more kids to come to our family after the first three. And though, this certainly isn't the forum to repeat the spiritual experience, both of these conversations have been on my mind for most of the day.

Any good parent knows that though we may not have 'a' favorite, we love/like our children for different reasons. And really, when you add up all those different reasons, the love is pretty much equal all the way around.

Megan of course, has that oldest child advantage. Of all of the children, she was loved first. There are no words really to describe the anticipation and experience of becoming a mother for the first time. Mike and I remember looking into her little cradle the first night we were home, and wondering what in the world we were going to do with her. It is no secret that growing up I always said I was going to have all boys. That is what I thought I wanted. Megan of course changed that, but I loved it. I loved pink. I loved hair bows. I loved pretty dresses. I loved having a baby girl.
Megan is my favorite. Megan made me a mother, she made all my little girl wishes of growing up and becoming a mom, come true.

(Megan, 8 years old)

Luke. When I found out I was pregnant with Luke I immediately wanted him to be a boy. A BOY! I wanted a rough and tumble, little boy. Megan spent a lot of time riding in Bobcats, trucks and machinery with Mike. We needed a boy. I wanted a boy so badly I became really worried about what I would think if 'it' was a girl. While I was laying on the bed during 'the gender ultrasound,' I instructed the technician to tell me when she knew what the baby was, and when I was ready I'd ask her to tell us. She soon indicated she knew, and after a few moments, I quietly asked, "What is it?" She answered and I burst into tears, I cried and cried. The technician turned to Mike and asked, "Was that the right or wrong answer?" Mike with a big smile on his face replied, "It was the right answer."
Luke is my favorite. Luke was the little boy I wanted so badly.

(Luke, 5 1/2 years old)

Ellie. Typically, most couples know they will at some point have children. Mike and I didn't really have a 'set number' decided, but after one and then two, we knew that wasn't it. We wanted a third. The day I found out I was pregnant with Ellie, I made a dessert and put in the fridge with a sign in it for Mike to read when he got home, "See you in May, Love The Stork." We decided early on with the pregnancy, that since we had a girl and a boy already, we'd be surprised at delivery. Only problem was, there would be no need for a surprise. I knew she was a little girl, and her name was already picked out, "Annie Louise." A couple of hours after Ellie was born, it was just she and I in the hospital alone. I could not settle, I could not rest. She wasn't an Annie. I even shed a few tears, but she was not Annie. She was Ellie, Ellie Louise.
Ellie is my favorite. Ellie was the baby, no one had to tell me what she was, we were already connected. I knew she would be my little girl.
(Ellie, 11 months old)

Joshua. Mike and I had three kids. We were pretty content. When Ellie was about a year old, we moved into a new house. When we were doing a walk-through of the nearly completed house, I chose the biggest room for Luke. I remember wondering why it mattered, but I really felt like it should be his room. Another year passed, and I spent an afternoon with my girlfriends and one of them cried because she felt like she should have a third baby, but didn't really want to. During the conversation, I began to feel unsettled, but somewhat ignored my feelings, until that evening. While at a family event, I knew I had to have another baby. I went home and told Mike we needed to have another baby, I told him I was pretty sure it was going to be a boy. During my labor with Joshua, (though it was recorded on my medical records, I never had been told whether he was a boy or girl), a nurse 'accidentally' told us we were having a girl. I was devastated. I couldn't believe I had received a spiritual prompting that was 'wrong.' I cried more than once during those few hours of pain, that I wanted a boy. It was supposed to be a boy. When Joshua arrived, Mike with tears streaming down his own face, held him up to me and said, "You got your boy."
Joshua is my favorite. Joshua is the little boy that 'whispered' to me that he still needed to come.

(Joshua, 14 months old)

Drew. When Mike and I made our initial decision to have Joshua, deep down I knew there would be another one too. I also knew it would be my last. I tried to savor each part of my pregnancy with Drew. I tried to complain a little less, and feel blessed a little more. Each time he kicked inside of me, I recognized the miracle of a life inside of me. Each time he awoke for those middle of the night feedings, I tried to appreciate the temporary stage of a newborn. And just the other day, when Drew attempted to take a step from the couch to my open arms, I cried.
Drew is my favorite. Drew will always be my baby.

(Drew, 2 months old)

And now, as a mother of five, I appreciate my parents and my brothers, and Mike's parents and siblings and the love between each of them a little more.

We all have our favorites.
Whether we'll admit it or not.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Paid to Fish

Gotta love when your eight year old comes home from his first time ICE fishing and placed second in the fishing competition.

Do not have to love (I was not home until hours later), when I opened up my meat drawer in the fridge to put away groceries, I was greeted by the winning fish.

Gotta love that he won a $25 Visa gift card and $10 cash.

Do not have to love that it is burning a hole in his pocket, and I hear constant begging for a trip to spend it.

Gotta love Luke and his enthusiasm for life.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

My Answers

I LOVED reading your answers. Thanks for the feedback. In comparison, we really are all quite similar. Care for my answers? Here they are:

Question 1:
If you are using liquid detergent how full do you fill the little plastic cup?
Approximately a 1/4, 1/2, 3/4 or full?

3/4 full. I don't skimp on laundry.

Question 2:
Do you have a budget? Do you stick to it?

Yes, I have a budget. No, I may go over some months, but I track every single penny I spend. Mike and I like to set and go over the budget together.

Question 3:
How many times will you use your shower towel before washing it?

3-4 days.

Question 4:
If you find a new recipe, but the ingredients are too expensive, would you buy them regardless, or wait to try the recipe?

Usually wait and then I often never end up making it because I forget about it.
(Sidenote, when we were first married, I wanted to eat out. Mike didn't want to spend the money... Instead we went grocery shopping with a new recipe in hand... the new recipe alone cost us about $30!! (Although it included a garlic press, which I still have today!)

Question 5:
How many pair of shoes are too many?

One day, I'll have one for every day of the year. One more than that will be, too many.
Although, bear in mind, I have 'quantity not quality.' (I own no clothing or shoes since before I was married, but I do wish I still had my Eddie Bauer boots I paid good money for in 1995.)

And last but not least,
Question 6:
What item could you NEVER live without, no matter the cost?

Now I know it will sound very cliche, but... I could never live without good chocolate-now I'm not saying I will pay a lot of money for chocolate currently, but even if for some unknown, tragic reason, chocolate prices skyrocketed, I would not be able to live without it.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

President vs Chaperone

(Photo should be here. It isn't. See observation #3 below!)

At the beginning of the school year, I decided that while I was the PTA president this year, I would not to do any volunteering in Megan, Luke or Ellie's classrooms or go on any field trips with them. Except... In a way that only another mother would know, I began to feel a little bit guilty about that decision... The "How come you don't help at our Valentines/Halloween party?" or "Why do you never listen to the kids in my class read?" questions finally got the better of me.

So, when Megan's 5th grade teacher recently sent out an email asking for parent volunteers to accompany the 5th grade to the Utah Symphony, I readily replied. I shocked even myself at my eagerness, as I am easily bored at orchestras, or any non-singing musical performances.
(I should NEVER have just admitted that publicly, all of my in-laws will be appalled!)

But guess what?
I quite enjoyed it.

Well, it helped that;
a. It was geared to 400+ 5th graders,
b. Some of the music I was familiar with, and
c. One of the pieces we were asked to sing along with, 'America, The Beautiful.'

So besides the musical part of the field trip, here are a few thoughts/observations I had/made while spending almost three hours with 5th graders.

1. The box hanging up at the front of the school bus that says, "Bodily Fluid Clean Up Kit" caused my imagination to run wild much more than I would have liked.

2. When the kids start playing the "whisper, whisper, 'Pass It Along'" game during the performance and it gets to me and I hear, "Megan ____ is hot." I realize, I'm not the only person in the crowd that gets slightly bored at orchestras.

3. I am going to purchase a camera to keep solely in my purse. I am tired of getting caught unaware without a camera!

4. I realize I could never work with young children for hours on end, day after day. In just three hours today I saw enough noses picked, and smelled enough stinky things to not be in a hurry to either return to the field trip volunteer sign-up list or ever get a teaching degree.

5. When I pulled out the bag of treats after the performance, to share with the six kids in my group today, I realized I have matured from the days of sneaking homemade warm brownies into the Salt Lake Tabernacle while on a date in 1994 to the First Presidency Christmas Devotional. (The warm brownie aroma filled the air very suddenly and a lot of heads turned.)

6. The children were instructed to wear their nice clothes today. Megan had her outfit carefully planned, and though I questioned it's practicality several times due to the outside temperature, I realized the reason why, this morning when she was searching frantically for her brown sandals.

"Ooohhhh," I said knowingly, "You picked that dress because you wanted to wear those particular shoes, huh?"

Megan very timidly replied, "Yes." Later, when we stood outside in the cold and then had to run half a block to the bus.... At least her shoes were... CUTE!

7. Upon leaving our seats, the teacher instructed me,

"Follow where the crowd is going to get back to the bus."

I. Followed. Her. Instructions.
(Another group from our school followed me.)

(We stood outside in the cold waiting for the bus, watching the kids do 5th grade things (such as a boy taking a treat to the other boy who started the " "Megan S____ is hot" game and said, "This is from Megan." Or watching the 5th grade boys annoy passer-bys, etc.)

After a while, I realized the buses were taking an awfully long time, and not only that, there was suddenly no one else around us... And thus began our half-a-block run down the street to the buses, where we were promptly greeted with,

"Where were you?"

I felt like I was in 5th grade all over again, worried I would get in trouble as I explained to the teacher, "I was told to follow the crowd. I did. It just ended up being the wrong crowd."

So, yes. I, yes, me. Yours Truly, is the one to blame for the buses returning to the school slightly later than planned.

With all these observations. I learned two things.

1. Remember what I've always been taught; don't do anything, just to follow the crowd.
2. I'll stick with being the PTA president this year; I don't do so well as a field trip chaperone!

Monday, February 22, 2010

Use It Up, Wear It Out, Make It Do Or Do Without?!?

(It was worth EVERY penny I spent for this slice of cake...)

Recently, my friend asked me how much (liquid) detergent I use for my laundry. When we discussed it with each other, we were surprised to realize we use very different amounts. In discussions with different friends at different times I realize how differently we all use, wash, clean or buy items. And so, I have pondered a few things lately.

There are times when I am considered wasteful:

For example,
  • I wouldn't use anything even a day past it's expiration date.
  • I throw away leftovers if they have been in my fridge for more than 48 hours.
  • You will never see me, my children or my husband with a hole in our socks (and no, I don't darn them...)
  • If I am putting leftovers in a container and the container isn't quite big enough, instead of getting a bigger container out, I throw away what doesn't fit.
There are times I am considered frivolous:
For example,
  • I only buy name brand paper towels.
  • I have ____ (choosing not to disclose the exact number) pair of shoes.
  • I always have to have orange juice in my fridge, and I will only buy it ready made, never the frozen concentrate.
There are times I am considered cheap, (though I prefer to use the term 'wise'):
For example,
  • A lot of items I buy are store brand. In fact the other day we opened our fridge and everything screamed 'Great Value.' (Butter, sour cream, cottage cheese, cream cheese, etc.)
  • We only take the kids to sit-down restaurants if they have a free meal from school or a kids eat free night. (And even then it is not very often!)
  • I love to look at clearance racks and am not ashamed to find a good bargain.
This brings me to a few questions I have had recently, and what better way to see if I am wasteful, frivolous or cheap, than to ask you, my dear friends, how we all compare.

Question 1:
If you are using liquid detergent how full do you fill the little plastic cup?
Approximately a 1/4, 1/2, 3/4 or full?

Question 2:
Do you have a budget? Do you stick to it?

Question 3:
How many times will you use your shower towel before washing it?

Question 4:
If you find a new recipe, but the ingredients are too expensive, would you buy them regardless, or wait to try the recipe?

Question 5:
How many pair of shoes are too many?

And last but not least,
Question 6:
What item could you NEVER live without, no matter the cost?

Want to know my answers?
Tell me yours first.

Friday, February 19, 2010


I'm not sure I remember when my magical powers began. I think sometime, when in an easy going mood, I 'abracadabra-ed' and some fruit snacks fell out of my arm sleeve. Right then and there my children (I think Luke and Ellie) were stunned.

Since then, I have 'magic-ed' anything from fruit snacks and candy to markers, to skirts and sandals.

Recently, Ellie didn't want to leave the pool. Her whiny response was, "Well, will you magic something when we get home?" (Usually I magic only on my terms, not by request.) But to facilitate a much speedier departure from the water, I agreed.

Upon returning home, as I was emptying the bag of wet towels and swimming suits, I hear a little voice,

"Mom, you are so magic. You are the best mom in the whole entire world."

Who can resist that?
And then it happened.
As I was twirling around in the kitchen 'abracadabra-ing' , uncomfortable and cold in my still wet swimsuit, what do you know?
Two fruit roll-ups fell from my skirt.

Smiling, Joshua and Ellie dove down to scoop them up and my head immediately began hurting from too much twirling, but really, who wouldn't want to be referred to as,

"Mom, you are so magic. You are the best mom in the whole entire world."

(Even Megan believes, after all, if you were complaining you had no shoes to wear to church one Sunday morning, and your mother suddenly 'magics' a new pair, you wouldn't roll your eyes either! Which brings me to why I only magic on my terms and not in response to requests, because Ellie has requested some pretty difficult things for a simple magician like me!)

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Good Players

I spent many an afternoon or evening at Granny's house, as a child playing Scrabble with her. I also on occasion played it with my brother, Matt, but he and I usually favored Monopoly.

In November 1998, Mike and I went to our friend's house for dinner. After dinner, they got out Scrabble and the four of us played. The next day, Mike and I went and bought our first Scrabble game. The next Christmas, December of 1999, I bought Mike the 'Deluxe Scrabble' edition. We played it that Christmas Eve, and ever since it has been a favorite past-time of ours.

And I'm not afraid to admit, one of our Scrabble traditions. (Though, Mike's brother/sister-in-law used to make fun of us for it.) We keep a 'Scrabble log.' That's right, we keep the dates, scores, high scores, 7-letter words, and miscellaneous notes for each Scrabble game. The winter Mike was home full-time, he even made a spreadsheet boasting the average scores, most wins (ME! I MIGHT ADD), etc. etc.

We haven't updated the spreadsheet in almost 3 years, but we do have the information available to do so.
Saturday afternoon, while we were sitting playing, I realized Scrabble is such a part of our lives, we better document it. The little boys were napping, Luke and Ellie were at a birthday party and Megan thrilled to have been invited into our midst to take our photo, took about 5 minutes to take the photo. (explanation for why I look slightly irritated...)

And, just for the record.
I won the game.
The score was 396 for me and 233 for Mike. I also had the highest individual word score of 78 (using all 7 of my letters!)

(Side note, our highest record game score is 426 points. (It was mine!)

And I quote from our Scrabble Crossword Game, Gameplay Guide:
"In a 2-player game, a good player scores in the 300-400 point range."

We're good.
Wanna play?

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Clean Kids

(Megan, June 1999)

(Luke, July 2002)

(Ellie, April 2005)

(Joshua, February 2008)

When we went 3 weeks without using a dishwasher recently, I was concerned that I would miss the window of opportunity in which Drew would start climbing onto it. You see, I have a photo of each of my four kids in the dishwasher, having climbed in/on it themselves. I couldn't bear the thought that poor Drew would forever think it was because he was a fifth child, that he didn't have a dishwasher photo, rather than the mere fact, we weren't using a dishwasher!! (Nor could I bring myself to 'stage' the photo. It needed to be legitimate.)

But, with the help of the appliance man, my handy husband (who actually ended up doing/knowing more than the appliance man), a running dishwasher, and my dear baby Drew (who wouldn't want to disappoint his mother), the day finally arrived.

Drew was in my dishwasher!!

And you'd have thought he was doing something genius or unheard of, if you could have heard my squeals of delight as I grabbed the camera.

But, alas. My baby dishwasher days have been accomplished..
(Drew, February 2010)

And if you are really observant, you will notice that they are all in different dishwashers! Mike and I have owned several dishwashers.... With the exception being the photo of Ellie (she is in my parent's dishwasher-we lived with them for 6 months.)

(Stay tuned in the next year, when hopefully, Drew like the other four children before him, will, unbeknownst to me, find a box of Lucky Charms and be found somewhere, eating/dumping them.
Hope Drew doesn't disappoint...)

Monday, February 15, 2010


I am not ashamed to admit that I am a self-proclaimed sugar cookie snob...

1. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE sugar cookies. BUT, I like MY recipe and two local bakeries -Cutlers and Parsons. Even MY recipe, with someone else making it (besides my mother) doesn't always pass my sugar cookie test. For example, I once gave my recipe to a neighbor, they later brought us some of the cookies. I could not eat them. I rarely eat sugar cookies homemade by others. (How rude is that to admit?!) However, I once skeptically tried some sugar cookies from a family with an allergy and therefore I assume used "special" ingredients. The sugar cookies were delicious and certainly passed my test...)
2. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE sugar cookies. In direct contrast, I do not like, I do not like, I do not like children making sugar cookies with me. I can't stand the too much rolling and too much squeezing and suddenly the dough looks greasy. Yuck. I don't care how many times I may have made them wash their hands, I can not tolerate using greasy dough.

3. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE sugar cookies. BUT, I do not like, I do not like, I do not like children making sugar cookies with me. Except, I feel like a very unkind mom while my children stand and watch, vocally begging to participate. So, on Friday I compromised. I let Ellie help me. But then I felt really sorry for Joshua as he silently sat watching, having just been told he could not help. So I gave him a little 'greasy' dough (that I bit my tongue from getting upset about) that was no longer usable, and Joshua thought that he was in heaven. I even let him put his clumps on the pan. But "somehow" the clumps "disappeared" in the baking process.

I love, love, love, love sugar cookies.
I'm not even going to admit how many I ate!

Sunday, February 14, 2010

And The Winner Is...

I learned a few things while doing this contest:

1. I love all my readers. In fact I wish I had a prize for each of you. Some of you I love because we have daily interactions, some of you I love because you are dear friends, some of you I love because of your honesty and goodness, some of you I love because we're related, (and that's a love all in itself!), and some of you I love because of your kindness, and some of you I love for your blog stalking admissions. I love all my readers.

2. I quite enjoyed running this contest. I like the competitiveness it strikes in all of us; to comment in an attempt to win. I think I will do it again.

3. I didn't enjoy running this contest. Every single comment I read, I thought to myself, "Oh I hope this person wins." I wanted each one of you to win for a specific reason, yet only one winner was possible.

4. I realize there are quite a few of you who read my blog, thanks for commenting. Please comment again and again. In fact, I will commit to commenting on more of the blogs I myself read.

** I didn't realize how nervous I would be when typing my number ranges into

And the (RANDOM) winner is...


(Happy Valentines Day!)

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Win for Reading

In college I took several Sociology classes. I found the subject very interesting. I thoroughly enjoyed the required reading and studying. Though most of my reading now consists only of blog posts, notes from school, Sunday School lessons, Facebook statuses, and answering the daily request of "read me a book", I still find myself reflecting on some of the general theories I studied.

I went to college in the days before the internet became a daily part of our lives. In fact, my very last quarter at the University of Utah, my professor strongly encouraged us to set up an email account. An email account?!? It was foreign and new and caused me undue stress. Back then, I used a computer to type a paper and that was about it.

All this rambling brings me to the point of this post.


Who of us, doesn't do it? We all do. Yet it seems to be some shameful secret we hide; that we read so and so's blog. Most bloggers that I know, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE comments. Myself included. I love reading them. Yet, even I am guilty of not leaving them on several of the blogs that I read (stalk).

All this brings me back to my sociology days in college. I think Blog Stalking would make for a very interesting subject in a sociology class. There has to be some sociological/psychological phenomenon behind it...

So I am CALLING ON ALL BLOG STALKERS to come forward.

(My SiteMeter tells me there are several of you out there....)

Because you see, my husband came home from work Monday night with a late Christmas gift from someone he works with.

Fifty Dollars to be spent at Best Buy.

We both looked at each other with similar slightly-confused looks. Neither of us have ever stepped foot in a Best Buy store. In fact, neither of us knows where one is. Give us some restaurant gift cards, even Walmart (we have two kids in diapers you know?), and we'd know much better how to use them (it was still a very nice gesture).

Lucky for you, we've decided that we're willing to part with them.

So I am CALLING ON ALL BLOG STALKERS to come forward.


Leave me a comment telling me:
1. How did you find my blog/or how do you know me.
2. What you enjoy most about my blog.
3. How wonderful I am (ok, that part is optional).

And I will:
Enter everyone's name in a random drawing.
The winner will be the lucky recipient of $50.00 to spend at Best Buy!

The winner will be picked and announced
Sunday, February 14th.
(How romantic is that?!)

Good luck and

Three Mothers?

Sometimes I get confused who is the mother around here;

"Make sure when you cook the macaroni you stay by it so the water doesn't get high."

"You need to put underwear on Joshua when I'm at school."

"Please tell the kids that they should not leave toys where they'll get stepped on."

"Next time you make it, you should do..."

"So when Drew is one, you're not going to give him a bottle anymore, right?"

Sometimes I respond politely,
"Thanks, but I'm the mom."

Sometimes I respond not so politely
(and with a slightly elevated voice),
"I am the mom. Don't tell me what to do."

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Good Enough

The other day I read a post from my cousin's blog, and just as we all have sometimes, she was having "one of those days." I on the other hand, (thankfully) had not been feeling those same thoughts for a while, and was able to leave her an encouraging comment.

I'll quote a part of her post.

"I try not to compare myself to other women but at times it is so hard! I am not a perfect person, wife, mother or even friend."

I didn't really give her post a second thought until this morning...

Let me give you a little background...
Joshua will be three in April. He still wears diapers. Though he has a sticker chart on the fridge (to mark when he uses the big potty) and a promise of 'a new truck and a WHOLE bag of suckers' he has yet to fill up the chart.

Part of it is him, "I don't want wear unnerwear"


most of it is me...

I am honestly not ready to deal with it yet, And, I have mixed feelings about whether to do it when I want it to be done, or the child.
(Potty training Megan and Luke was hell. With Ellie, I waited until she wanted to; one morning just days after her third birthday, she took off her diaper, put on some underwear and has never had an accident since!)

So all that brings me back to-
'I didn't really give her post a second thought until this morning...'

As I sat in church I noticed the little boy sitting in front of me, and his little underwear sticking out of his pants. I immediately felt discouraged. He is five months younger than Joshua. I turned to Mike and said, "That boy is five months younger than Joshua and he wears underwear. I am a loser mom."

And it got me thinking...

Why do we women do that? Why do we compare ourselves to others?

Maybe that mom has more patience than me. Perhaps her child is more obedient than mine. Perhaps this... Maybe that...
Like my cousin said, "I am not a perfect person, wife, mother or even friend."

She's right. None of us are PERFECT, BUT:

I'm a good person/wife/mother/friend.
The mom in front of me today is a good person/wife/mother/friend.
And my cousin is a good person/wife/mother/friend.

And one of these days, we women need to accept that good is good enough-we don't have to be perfect!

(I can recall a couple of previous posts in which I have written my
feelings regarding this very subject. Here and here.)

Saturday, February 6, 2010


stirring pancake mix...
eating chips and salsa...

Does Ellie have a light sensitivity issue I am unaware of?
An odd sense of style?

Thursday, February 4, 2010


A few years ago we went to a Bees Baseball game with my brother, Casey. As we were leaving the stadium, free loaves of bread were being given out. Casey kept making sure that each of us had one, or two, three or more loaves each. We had more than enough. As we were getting into our different cars to leave, the dialogue went something like this,

Me: "Casey, you don't have any of the bread."
Casey: "Oh I don't really like it."
Me: "Then why did you get so much?"
Casey: "It was FREE"

Last night, Luke and Mike had a late night at a John Deere Vendor Night. I was asleep when they got home, but as Mike kissed me goodbye this morning he whispered,

"Don't get mad at Luke. It's funny."

I, in my just woken up state didn't have any idea what he was talking about. But a little while later I came downstairs and there spread around the perimeter of my kitchen table were...

Hats, and some more hats, and some mint dispensers, and some more mint dispensers, and some ice melt samples, and some more ice melt samples, and some pamphlets (with horses and tractors on them), and some more pamphlets, and some key chains. And, a pretty nice tool set, (That he eyed long enough that the Sprint Reps eventually asked if he would like it.) Of course he replied, yes.

So, I've come to two conclusions today:

# 1 I'm not sure if there is a specific gene that causes "It's-free-so-let's-get-it-whether-we-need-it-or- not." But my guess would be there is. Because somehow in the vast gene pool, Luke also got the trait.

#2 I must not be so predictable and uptight, that my husband has to warn me not to come unglued when my son has filled my kitchen table with... 'stuff.'

Even if it was free...

Wednesday, February 3, 2010


Drew was missing. Everyone was immediately put on alert to look.
We found him.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Life. As We Know It

Pinewood Derby
(With a homemade Cabela's truck)

Statue of Liberty
(Compliments of an empty toilet paper roll and a Kindergarten class.)

Science fair project
(5th grade requirement)

A pleasant two year old.
(Have I ever told you I disagree with the 'terrible twos' cliche?...)

And a 10 month old climbing a baby gate...
(And thus collapsing the gate.)

**Sidenotes: When Luke was 10 months old, he climbed up a toy slide and onto the wide window ledge. He fell and cut his lip. While visiting the doctor for the stitches diagnosis, both the nurse and doctor looked at us questioningly as we told them what happened. I don't think 10 month olds are supposed to climb like that... By 13 months old, Luke could climb to the top shelf of the pantry...
(I'm trying to protect myself (and Drew) from a similar fate.)**


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