Yes, I will proclaim for all who read this blog to see:
Happy Birthday, Mom! We love you!
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Visiting Teaching Challenge
On Monday morning, my visiting teachers came and instead of a message, they handed me a small jar full of paper. On each slip of paper is a question, that is suppose to help with writing a family history or journal. So, I thought I'd start to answer a question a day, maybe less, on the blog. Here goes:
Tell a courtship story about your parents, how they met, etc. Tell the same about your courtship.
Well, lets see if I remember my parents correctly. I believe they met when they were paired up for a Dance Festival Dance. See, in Southern California they used to do a big dance thing, it hard to explain. The whole region of the church would perform different dances, with costumes in a big stadium. I only got to do one when I was like 13 or 14, before they changed the budget. Or maybe they met at a Stake Dance. It was a dance, that's all I remember. But my mom was really young and they got married right after she graduated from High School. I guess I should have my mom review the story for me, because I'm woefully unknowledgable about it. Sorry, mom!
As for me and Scott, we have conflicting stories about our courtship. He makes me seem really awful in his version! We met through a mutual friend in the Institute Choir at the University of Utah. This friend was planning a trip to California to see the football team play in the Freedom Bowl in Anaheim. I had a little crush on this boy(not Scott) and decided to let them crash at my parents house so that I could get to know him. Scott was one of the people on the trip. I thought of Scott as a good friend after that trip, so it really took me by surprise when he asked me out afterwards. I was really uncomfortable on that date, because I didn't want him to think that there was more than friendship involved.
This is where our stories differ. Scott says I lied, and blew him off. I say I blew him off, but didn't lie. But we didn't go out again for a while. I went through some personal AH-HA moments in the next couple of months and realized some things about me and then ran into Scott again. I started looking at him differently. About a month later, my roommates and I were planning a HOW TO HOST A MURDER party and one of the boys cancelled at the last minute. We were trying to find a replacement and Scott's name popped into my head. So I called him and he came and I flirted my butt off, to let him know that I was interested. Frankly, I was surprised he gave me the time of day. But we started dating and two months later we were engaged. We were married a year and a month after we met.
And now 12 years later, here we are with four kids. My parents are going to celebrate their 46th anniversary in June. They have four kids and have 20 grand kids! Go Mom and Dad!
Tell a courtship story about your parents, how they met, etc. Tell the same about your courtship.
Well, lets see if I remember my parents correctly. I believe they met when they were paired up for a Dance Festival Dance. See, in Southern California they used to do a big dance thing, it hard to explain. The whole region of the church would perform different dances, with costumes in a big stadium. I only got to do one when I was like 13 or 14, before they changed the budget. Or maybe they met at a Stake Dance. It was a dance, that's all I remember. But my mom was really young and they got married right after she graduated from High School. I guess I should have my mom review the story for me, because I'm woefully unknowledgable about it. Sorry, mom!
As for me and Scott, we have conflicting stories about our courtship. He makes me seem really awful in his version! We met through a mutual friend in the Institute Choir at the University of Utah. This friend was planning a trip to California to see the football team play in the Freedom Bowl in Anaheim. I had a little crush on this boy(not Scott) and decided to let them crash at my parents house so that I could get to know him. Scott was one of the people on the trip. I thought of Scott as a good friend after that trip, so it really took me by surprise when he asked me out afterwards. I was really uncomfortable on that date, because I didn't want him to think that there was more than friendship involved.
This is where our stories differ. Scott says I lied, and blew him off. I say I blew him off, but didn't lie. But we didn't go out again for a while. I went through some personal AH-HA moments in the next couple of months and realized some things about me and then ran into Scott again. I started looking at him differently. About a month later, my roommates and I were planning a HOW TO HOST A MURDER party and one of the boys cancelled at the last minute. We were trying to find a replacement and Scott's name popped into my head. So I called him and he came and I flirted my butt off, to let him know that I was interested. Frankly, I was surprised he gave me the time of day. But we started dating and two months later we were engaged. We were married a year and a month after we met.
And now 12 years later, here we are with four kids. My parents are going to celebrate their 46th anniversary in June. They have four kids and have 20 grand kids! Go Mom and Dad!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
The Host
I bought the new Stephanie Meyers book last weekend and was a little unsure about it. I mean I LOVE the Twilight series and can't wait for the movie to come out! And I really think that Bella belongs with Edward. I'll take Jacob for myself! Anyway, I had a really hard time getting into The Host. I was really annoyed by it for some reason. Then somewhere between page 100 and 200, it got GOOD. Yes, capital letters GOOD. All day yesterday, I couldn't put it down. I barely got dinner on the table and had to force myself to go to bed at 11:00 pm. I just finished it this morning with a big smile on my face. I just love it when you read a good story!
Monday, May 12, 2008
Highland Stake 5K
Our stake held it's second bi-annual 5k on Saturday and we decided that we would go as a family. So Saturday morning we got the kids up and to the park across the street by 8:00 am. The first half a mile we dealt with DRAMA REGAN. She walked so slow and pouted, then started to cry that her ankle hurt. UGH. We were way behind anyone. Luckily, I had grabbed my ipod shuffle and handed that over to her and the drama was finally over. They did lay out a short cut, which we took, so we actually only walked 2.35 miles. Scott has this computerized pedometer thing so he could tell us how far we had gotten. We did catch up to the rest of the slow ones and weren't the last in, so I was happy. I know that Scott was chaffing at the bit to go faster, but Regan and Hali just aren't that fast. (Yes, I will sell my children out!)
They had fruit and water waiting at the park after and we let the kids play (miraculously, they were fully recovered from the walk even though we heard complaints practically the WHOLE way). There was a man there with a prosthetic leg and before we could stop him, Porter ran up and asked the man if he was a robot! The man laughed and said he was actually a Transformer. Porter thought he was SO cool.
They had fruit and water waiting at the park after and we let the kids play (miraculously, they were fully recovered from the walk even though we heard complaints practically the WHOLE way). There was a man there with a prosthetic leg and before we could stop him, Porter ran up and asked the man if he was a robot! The man laughed and said he was actually a Transformer. Porter thought he was SO cool.
Friday, May 9, 2008
They Call Him Flipper!
Regan had to do a different kind of book report this week. They had to read a book that had some sort of animal in it, then write the report as if the animal were speaking. Then they had to make the animal out of a small milk carton. Since Regan LOVES dolphins, she read one of the Dolphin Diaries books. And here is the dolphin that we created (yes, we!):
I'm quite proud of our little dolphin! I think he turned out really cute!
When you have children, you never really stop going to school. Especially when it comes to reports and projects!
I'm quite proud of our little dolphin! I think he turned out really cute! 
When you have children, you never really stop going to school. Especially when it comes to reports and projects!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Say, What?
Last night, while Scott played Halo with a bunch of guys from work, I was watching the Colbert Report, I think. Anyway, he brought up this study that was done that found women's voices get sexier when they are ovulating. They recorded women counting to ten during different times in their cycle and found that their voices became sexier while they were ovulating. Huh? What I would really like to know is, whose bright idea was this? Who had the dumb thought, "Hey I wonder if that woman is ovulating, because her voice is sooo sexy!" And who put up the money to test something like this? Seriously, WHY? What's the point? Can someone explain this to me, because, frankly, I don't get it.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Sometimes I Wonder....
When we got into the car today to take the girls to school, I noticed that Porter had a bloody lip. When we got home I cleaned him up and asked him if he had bumped his lip on something. He kept saying something about a "pokey". So I told him to show me what he had bumped his lip on. He took me upstairs, into my shower and pointed at my razor! I don't think I ever want to see the thoughts that actually flit through his mind! I mean, seriously. What goes through his head that he doesn't act on? Wow.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Adventures in Potty Training
You know you're potty training when not having to clean poop out of underwear makes for a REALLY good day.
So, I've been forcing myself to finally potty train Porter. I know, he's going to be four next month, but for some reason I just had a major mental block on this. I've been half heartedly doing this for about 6 months now. But pull-ups were still my best friend. So, on Sunday after church, Scott goes to change him and we realize that we have NO pull-ups. So, Scott looks at me, I look at him and I say, "Hum. I guess we are potty training Porter." So all of Monday, I had to force myself NOT to go buy some more. I don't think he made it to the toilette once. Miserable day. On Tuesday, something clicked. I think he figured out that Mom was serious this time and if he didn't want to spend his day wet, he'd better get on the ball. Not one accident since. Two days and counting!! Can't you hear the angel choirs singing the Hallelujah chorus?
My son is such a strange kid. He makes me laugh. So, yesterday, we were trying to get him to poop on the potty (he didn't poop all day Tuesday). I'm thinking this kids has got to be backed up and I kept sitting him down and making him stay for a long time. So, he was trying to entertain himself. He kept pointing at his toes and saying, "Mom, look!" and when I'd look, he'd smack me upside the head! And I fell for it like three times! Just shows how mushy my brain has gotten. And then he starts doing these karate moves, while sitting on the toilette. And he insisted that Grandpa (my dad) had taught him his moves. Now, I've racked my brain, but I don't think I have EVER seen my dad doing karate moves. Cowboy shuffled, sure, but not karate moves. Where does he come up with this stuff? And yes, he did finally poop in the potty!!
So, I've been forcing myself to finally potty train Porter. I know, he's going to be four next month, but for some reason I just had a major mental block on this. I've been half heartedly doing this for about 6 months now. But pull-ups were still my best friend. So, on Sunday after church, Scott goes to change him and we realize that we have NO pull-ups. So, Scott looks at me, I look at him and I say, "Hum. I guess we are potty training Porter." So all of Monday, I had to force myself NOT to go buy some more. I don't think he made it to the toilette once. Miserable day. On Tuesday, something clicked. I think he figured out that Mom was serious this time and if he didn't want to spend his day wet, he'd better get on the ball. Not one accident since. Two days and counting!! Can't you hear the angel choirs singing the Hallelujah chorus?
My son is such a strange kid. He makes me laugh. So, yesterday, we were trying to get him to poop on the potty (he didn't poop all day Tuesday). I'm thinking this kids has got to be backed up and I kept sitting him down and making him stay for a long time. So, he was trying to entertain himself. He kept pointing at his toes and saying, "Mom, look!" and when I'd look, he'd smack me upside the head! And I fell for it like three times! Just shows how mushy my brain has gotten. And then he starts doing these karate moves, while sitting on the toilette. And he insisted that Grandpa (my dad) had taught him his moves. Now, I've racked my brain, but I don't think I have EVER seen my dad doing karate moves. Cowboy shuffled, sure, but not karate moves. Where does he come up with this stuff? And yes, he did finally poop in the potty!!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
