Reese, 31 1/2 years later.....
Friday, July 31, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Fun/Funny
Our Weekend:
We went to a birthday pool party on Friday night. Fun.
Abram had a complete meltdown when we had to leave. Funny (to everyone else).
Saturday morning we went to a Pioneer Day celebration where amongst the activities was a huge and long blow up bouncy lizard complete with two slides on the inside. Fun.
Having to go through with your 2 1/2 year old because there are a ton of big kids in it, while very obviously weighing it down to where it sinks with your post baby body so that he can go down the slides....Funny (to everyone else but you).
Saturday night busting your husband staying up very late to continue reading Eclipse. DANG funny.
On Sunday while your husband is in the bathroom, and you are changing Reese's diaper hearing, "MOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM! I POOPED IN THE FLOOR!!!!!!!!! MOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!" and he was telling the truth. Funny, maybe 10 years from now.
We went to a birthday pool party on Friday night. Fun.
Abram had a complete meltdown when we had to leave. Funny (to everyone else).
Saturday morning we went to a Pioneer Day celebration where amongst the activities was a huge and long blow up bouncy lizard complete with two slides on the inside. Fun.
Having to go through with your 2 1/2 year old because there are a ton of big kids in it, while very obviously weighing it down to where it sinks with your post baby body so that he can go down the slides....Funny (to everyone else but you).
Saturday night busting your husband staying up very late to continue reading Eclipse. DANG funny.
On Sunday while your husband is in the bathroom, and you are changing Reese's diaper hearing, "MOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM! I POOPED IN THE FLOOR!!!!!!!!! MOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!" and he was telling the truth. Funny, maybe 10 years from now.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Pioneer Trek
This time every year our church celebrates "Pioneer Day" commemorating the trek made west by the early members of our church. There were men, woman, and children who sacrificed so much. For a very summarized history, click here. This year the youth went on a mini-trek, for a few days where they pushed hand carts, wore the clothes of the time, etc. It was a very spiritual experience for them. Our Primary also did a mini-trek on Tuesday. Primary is ages 3-11, and nursery was also invited. I thought a lot about doing this, especially since I have Reese, but then I thought about the Pioneer women and how their struggles were so much greater than mine. How I was debating hiking a couple of miles with my two little ones, when they in turn hiked hundreds of miles for months and months with theirs. I thought it would be a great experience for Abram as well. So we loaded up and away we went. Like I said before, it wasn't very long at all in comparison, but I do have a greater appreciation for what they did. With Reese in the baby bjorn in front, my backpack on my back, and Abram insisting he was going to walk the entire way rather than riding in a wagon, we did it. Can I brag about my oldest for a second? He was the youngest one that walked the entire way. Don't get me wrong, we were indeed THE SLOWEST because we had to look at every bug and listen to every sound very intently (that's Abram's hiking style). At first I kept trying to rush him, but then I relaxed and thought about what this experience was supposed to teach us. We heard stories about the families who traveled west. Some of the women who went with us were actual descendants of the early pioneers that came from different countries to join the trip west and told their family stories that came from old journals. Both of the boys were troopers and did AWESOME. I was so proud of them. We got to our destination and the older kids went a bit further, had lunch and then hiked back down. It was a beautiful day, and again, I just need to say that I am so grateful for all of the people who traveled west through persecution and hardships, particularly the women and children. Unfortunately, the only pics I got were when we stopped for lunch, my hands were a little full.
Monday, July 20, 2009
I Think We're In Trouble........
Yesterday we were sitting in church behind a family with two girls one 8 and the other 10. Abram really likes these girls, they are very sweet. Abram announces as everything fell silent for the beginning of sacrament meeting, "You look beaUtiful (he stresses the U) and you look beaUtiful too!" to the girls. This made each of them blush and giggle. He is 2, I think we're in trouble. And he likes the older ladies.
Friday, July 17, 2009
HOLY MOLY!!!!!!!
I was just informed by my sister today that New Moon is going to be premiered (as in red carpet, with cast members)in KNOXVILLE TENNESSEE?!?!?! Has anyone heard about this?! It's a fundraiser for a Children's Charity!! Who wants to have a girls night?????
Camera Shy??
My little Reese turned 3 months old this week. I can't believe he is so big. And in fact (I know I am jinxing this by typing it out loud) but for the past 2 nights he has been sleeping 6 hours in a row. It's like we have made this unspoken pact-if I am awake and ready for him to be awake-he'll sleep. If I am in a deep dreaming sleep, he'll wake up-we're cool like that you know.
So here is the deal. Reese is one of the cutest babies in the world, however, his sweet contagious smile is really hard to document. You see, whenever the camera comes out-instead of his huge smile, we get pictures like this:
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If you are sneaky, you can catch angelic moments such as this:
I decided each month I was going to take a picture of Reese with his monkey just to compare how much he has grown. I'll blog more about that as he gets bigger.
Reese is a very happy and easy going baby. He is also quite the "talker". He loves to be held and sang to. He adores his brother and is definitely a Mama's boy. He has rolled over a few times, the first time being when my family was here to visit (6 weeks oldish). Reese has been grabbing onto things, looking at his hands, and all of that cuteness that little babies do. Other than the whole lactose intolerance and bowel movement issues (TMI?) he is a pretty low maintenance baby. We all are quite smitten with this little rascal.
P.S. Sorry to those of you hoping for a redhead, with all of his new hair coming in on top-looks like I am going to have a blondie.
So here is the deal. Reese is one of the cutest babies in the world, however, his sweet contagious smile is really hard to document. You see, whenever the camera comes out-instead of his huge smile, we get pictures like this:
/>If you are sneaky, you can catch angelic moments such as this:
I decided each month I was going to take a picture of Reese with his monkey just to compare how much he has grown. I'll blog more about that as he gets bigger.
Reese is a very happy and easy going baby. He is also quite the "talker". He loves to be held and sang to. He adores his brother and is definitely a Mama's boy. He has rolled over a few times, the first time being when my family was here to visit (6 weeks oldish). Reese has been grabbing onto things, looking at his hands, and all of that cuteness that little babies do. Other than the whole lactose intolerance and bowel movement issues (TMI?) he is a pretty low maintenance baby. We all are quite smitten with this little rascal.
P.S. Sorry to those of you hoping for a redhead, with all of his new hair coming in on top-looks like I am going to have a blondie.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
SHHHHH!! Don't Tell Kris!
Kris is not a blog follower, and does not like starring in my blog posts. So we need to keep this post a secret, because he wouldn't be too pleased with me. That being said, I just wanted to tell you two of the reasons I love him.
When Abram wants to skip down the hallway with his Daddy.....
He'll do it.
When Reese wants to cuddle for an afternoon nap.....
He is happy to oblige and be his recliner.
When Abram wants to skip down the hallway with his Daddy.....
He'll do it.
When Reese wants to cuddle for an afternoon nap.....
He is happy to oblige and be his recliner.
Monday, July 6, 2009
It was the best of times....and the worst of times...
You better sit down. It's been a while, and I have A LOT to say, no-seriously. A big road trip with the kiddos and when I say road trip-it was more like a National Lampoon vacation. Are you ready? Comfy yet? Because I am NOT EXAGGERATING when I tell you this tale. IF you are still with me, here goes....
I was born in a little town in Ohio. My extended family lives there. We try to get together at east twice a year depending on how life is at the moment. Well, this town goes all out for the 4th of July. When I was little, I remember they even painted red, white, and blue stars on the street. There were yards/houses decorated with huge American flags, a parade that started with a loud BOOM! Marching bands played, cheerleaders yelled, there were fire engines, police cars, horses, and candy thrown in all decorations. It is memories like these that make this my favorite holiday. We try to go up every year, however, the past couple of years we haven't been able to go.
This year would be different. Not only did we have a reliable car to make it, we had two kiddos in tow. Finally my children would be able to experience this tradition that I had always dreamed for them, and best of all, we would be with our family. I mustn't get ahead of myself though, for I must explain that one of our responsibilities is to pick up a stash of fireworks to shoot off at my cousin's house. This being said, let the real story begin....
"I say, let's just relax, and take our time." says Kris when we are trying to make a plan when to leave. "Are you sure?" I ask all antsy. I have a hard time "going with the flow" on big things like this since we have had kids. "It'll be great." he says as we pull out of the driveway. We head to my sister's house (did I tell you she is pregnant? And due January 3rd? And is showing and has the cutest belly you ever did see?). It's about a 2 hour drive, pretty uneventful if you don't try to picture the four of us in the cab of the truck with Obi on my lap (my 85 lb dog!!) All I could do was laugh, we looked hilarious. We arrived at my sister's house and Kris then drove to Sevierville to drop Obi off with Grandma Raisor for a few days (thank you again, we love you!) By the time he came back the kiddos were asleep and again we were going to relax and go with the flow on our trip.
The next day we left around 8:30. We were trucking along, Kris at the wheel, me in the passenger seat, kiddos in the back. We are singing, laughing, Kris is on the phone with his work. We stopped to buy fireworks (A LOT of fireworks). "Will they be all right in the back of our truck?" I ask the lady at the store. "Sure, as long as they don't get wet, THAT will ruin them." We load up the truck and away we go. Just before we get to Lexington traffic stops. Kris yells, "I think there is a bear in the middle of the interstate!!" We look and get closer, no-it's not a bear, it's a.....
That truck was pulling in the middle to try and wrangle the cow. The cow runs across the road and tries to climb up the mountain. I think she succeeded.
We stopped in Lexington as the dark clouds were rolling in, played at a Chick-fil-a/catch a disease playground that you could tell hadn't been cleaned in a while so yes we did wipe Abram's feet with sanitizer (as well as washed his hands). We ended up putting all of the fireworks in the cab. In between car seats, in between Kris and I, and under my legs so that they wouldn't get rained on. On with the drive.....
We are 30 something miles outside Cincinnati when Kris says, "Beth, why don't you go to sleep, I know you're tired." Knowing that my husband's sense of direction is......well let's just say he does not possess an "internal compass" I debated whether or not I should do this. But I figure-all you have to do is stay on 75 right? So I fall asleep for 30 MINUTES only to wake up on interstate 64, in Louisville!!! Louisville is NOT on the way to Cincinnati, in fact-if you take a "detour" to Louisville you end up 2 hours out of the way!! I called my cousin and we got directions, finally got on 71. Pick up speed when this happens........
Not only were we pulled over, and not only were we surrounded by explosives, apparently KRIS WAS DRIVING ON A SUSPENDED LICENSE!!!!!!!!! He got a ticket for expired tags over a year ago (on his company truck) his work was supposed to pay for it, but apparently there was a miscommunication and they didn't. SO Kris has been unknowingly driving with a suspended license. The officer tells us we need to pay the ticket right then. We dig through all of the cash we had, THEN because we had passed the closest exit, and the next was 9 miles away, Kris had to RIDE IN THE BACK OF THE COP CAR to go and fill out a money order, while I WAS LEFT ON THE SIDE OF THE INTERSTATE WITH THE KIDS!! One who was screaming, the other yelling "I have to go POTTY!!!!!!!!!" I yank out the frog potty, put it in the front seat, while singing to Reese, for Abram to sit on it on the potty and look at me to say, "Mommy, whatchoo thinkin' about?" No I did not answer, "Actually honey, I am thinking that I hope a pervert/murderer doesn't pull over and kill us." Instead I say, "Let's say a prayer that will be protected and that Daddy will get back soon. And seriously, you need to pee." Kris returns and tells me that he could have been ARRESTED but the officer let him go, and said, "My advice? Don't drive." Finally, after what was supposed to be a 6 hour trip, that turned out to be a 12 hour trip we made it. And I almost cried.
After that drama we had a great week. Kate (my cousin's daughter) and Abram were reunited, we had a blast, had a girls spa day, almost had to take Abram to the ER, went to Mongolian BBQ, Kris shot fireworks out of his pants, Matt got hit in the eye with a firework, got to see both sides of my family, we also got to celebrate my cousin Susan having a baby (in a month) with a shower, and our trip home-other than Abram throwing up in the car-was undramatic and ended up being MUCH shorter than the trip up. Here are some highlights:
and a couple of cute videos:
I was born in a little town in Ohio. My extended family lives there. We try to get together at east twice a year depending on how life is at the moment. Well, this town goes all out for the 4th of July. When I was little, I remember they even painted red, white, and blue stars on the street. There were yards/houses decorated with huge American flags, a parade that started with a loud BOOM! Marching bands played, cheerleaders yelled, there were fire engines, police cars, horses, and candy thrown in all decorations. It is memories like these that make this my favorite holiday. We try to go up every year, however, the past couple of years we haven't been able to go.
This year would be different. Not only did we have a reliable car to make it, we had two kiddos in tow. Finally my children would be able to experience this tradition that I had always dreamed for them, and best of all, we would be with our family. I mustn't get ahead of myself though, for I must explain that one of our responsibilities is to pick up a stash of fireworks to shoot off at my cousin's house. This being said, let the real story begin....
"I say, let's just relax, and take our time." says Kris when we are trying to make a plan when to leave. "Are you sure?" I ask all antsy. I have a hard time "going with the flow" on big things like this since we have had kids. "It'll be great." he says as we pull out of the driveway. We head to my sister's house (did I tell you she is pregnant? And due January 3rd? And is showing and has the cutest belly you ever did see?). It's about a 2 hour drive, pretty uneventful if you don't try to picture the four of us in the cab of the truck with Obi on my lap (my 85 lb dog!!) All I could do was laugh, we looked hilarious. We arrived at my sister's house and Kris then drove to Sevierville to drop Obi off with Grandma Raisor for a few days (thank you again, we love you!) By the time he came back the kiddos were asleep and again we were going to relax and go with the flow on our trip.
The next day we left around 8:30. We were trucking along, Kris at the wheel, me in the passenger seat, kiddos in the back. We are singing, laughing, Kris is on the phone with his work. We stopped to buy fireworks (A LOT of fireworks). "Will they be all right in the back of our truck?" I ask the lady at the store. "Sure, as long as they don't get wet, THAT will ruin them." We load up the truck and away we go. Just before we get to Lexington traffic stops. Kris yells, "I think there is a bear in the middle of the interstate!!" We look and get closer, no-it's not a bear, it's a.....
That truck was pulling in the middle to try and wrangle the cow. The cow runs across the road and tries to climb up the mountain. I think she succeeded.
We stopped in Lexington as the dark clouds were rolling in, played at a Chick-fil-a/catch a disease playground that you could tell hadn't been cleaned in a while so yes we did wipe Abram's feet with sanitizer (as well as washed his hands). We ended up putting all of the fireworks in the cab. In between car seats, in between Kris and I, and under my legs so that they wouldn't get rained on. On with the drive.....
We are 30 something miles outside Cincinnati when Kris says, "Beth, why don't you go to sleep, I know you're tired." Knowing that my husband's sense of direction is......well let's just say he does not possess an "internal compass" I debated whether or not I should do this. But I figure-all you have to do is stay on 75 right? So I fall asleep for 30 MINUTES only to wake up on interstate 64, in Louisville!!! Louisville is NOT on the way to Cincinnati, in fact-if you take a "detour" to Louisville you end up 2 hours out of the way!! I called my cousin and we got directions, finally got on 71. Pick up speed when this happens........
Not only were we pulled over, and not only were we surrounded by explosives, apparently KRIS WAS DRIVING ON A SUSPENDED LICENSE!!!!!!!!! He got a ticket for expired tags over a year ago (on his company truck) his work was supposed to pay for it, but apparently there was a miscommunication and they didn't. SO Kris has been unknowingly driving with a suspended license. The officer tells us we need to pay the ticket right then. We dig through all of the cash we had, THEN because we had passed the closest exit, and the next was 9 miles away, Kris had to RIDE IN THE BACK OF THE COP CAR to go and fill out a money order, while I WAS LEFT ON THE SIDE OF THE INTERSTATE WITH THE KIDS!! One who was screaming, the other yelling "I have to go POTTY!!!!!!!!!" I yank out the frog potty, put it in the front seat, while singing to Reese, for Abram to sit on it on the potty and look at me to say, "Mommy, whatchoo thinkin' about?" No I did not answer, "Actually honey, I am thinking that I hope a pervert/murderer doesn't pull over and kill us." Instead I say, "Let's say a prayer that will be protected and that Daddy will get back soon. And seriously, you need to pee." Kris returns and tells me that he could have been ARRESTED but the officer let him go, and said, "My advice? Don't drive." Finally, after what was supposed to be a 6 hour trip, that turned out to be a 12 hour trip we made it. And I almost cried.
After that drama we had a great week. Kate (my cousin's daughter) and Abram were reunited, we had a blast, had a girls spa day, almost had to take Abram to the ER, went to Mongolian BBQ, Kris shot fireworks out of his pants, Matt got hit in the eye with a firework, got to see both sides of my family, we also got to celebrate my cousin Susan having a baby (in a month) with a shower, and our trip home-other than Abram throwing up in the car-was undramatic and ended up being MUCH shorter than the trip up. Here are some highlights:
and a couple of cute videos:
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