Letterboxing

It's nearly April and as I look outside this very moment I see snow on the ground. I had heard that the winters were long in northern Utah, but never really experienced it for myself. My four years at BYU must have been mild, because I can vividly recall warm days in February (I remember because I would belt, "It felt like springtime on this February morning" at the top of my lungs). And I clearly recall breaking out the knee length shorts and sunning myself (sleeves pushed up to my shoulders) by the Clyde building before the end of the semester in April. Compared to the four years we spent in Columbus, the winters here seemed puny in comparison. I'm beginning to think that either my memory is playing tricks on me, or it was all an evil ploy to get me back in northern Utah for good. Either way, I'm seriously ready for winter to be over already!

Allie is too. Last week, before it got cold enough to snow on us, she traded in her beloved swimwear for bermuda shorts and a shirt with a rainbow on it (purchased with the mistaken impression that it would be warm enough to sport them outside). The first day I didn't say anything, hoping that the chill outside would bring her to her senses. It didn't. On Friday, she was wearing them again. This time, knowing we would, in fact, be leaving the basement that day, I tried to talk her into wearing something warmer, knowing that my Florida girl claims to be freezing in 70 degree weather, with a mild breeze. She was having none of it, but did decide to throw on a pair of leggings under the shorts, and wear socks with her sandals. I'm seriously considering entering her into some fashion contest. I mean, the girl has got serious style.

So back to Friday. Jeff was out of town and David and Maren (the kids cousins) were staying with us for the afternoon and night. Because we don't get to see them very much (they live next door), we wanted to do something fun (I'm being facetious. Plus, I have always wanted to use the word facetious on my blog and haven't ever done so. I had a religion teacher at the Y who uttered the phrase, "I'm being facetious," nearly every day. Made it hard to understand what, exactly, was true in the Book of Mormon and what he was making up just so he could use the word). I had read that there was a letterbox near Springville High, and thought it would be a great opportunity to try to find it with the kids.

If you have never been letterboxing, basically it's like a treasure hunt. Someone hides a box with a stamp and a small notebook somewhere it won't be disturbed and posts clues as to its whereabouts on the letterboxing website. Those trying to find the box bring along their own stamp and follow the clues to where the box is hidden. When found, you stamp your stamp into their book and their stamp into your book. That's the treasure. Really, all the fun is in the seeking. And because my kids love it, I thought Maren and David would like to try it, too.

We drove to the high school and started with the first clue. Here is the gang getting ready to start hunting. Allie, who was wearing her shorts and leggings and a jacket, was too freezing to get into the picture, and Kyla was in the backpack on my back. Had I really thought things through, I would have carried Allie in the backpack and let Kyla run with the big kids.


After following all the clues, we ended up by the creek, and found the letterbox under some rocks. Damon and David made sure to find some really sweet sticks. Because that's what boys do. Allie's head makes a brief appearance in the bottom left corner.

This letterbox had a special surprise--the students at Hobble Creek Elementary could stamp a purple post-it and bring it to the office to be entered into a drawing. They were all pretty happy with their stamps.


"Especially Allie," she says facetiously. You can sort of see the legging/shorts/socks/sandal combo that I spoke of earlier.


Damon was thrilled, though.


We were all getting a little cold (it wasn't just Allie at this point), so we hurried home to our scrum-diddlu-umptious dessert at home (the Cinnamon Wheel from Papa Murphy's--it's way too good), and enjoyed a showing of Bolt (well, except for KyKy who had to go to bed). It was a lot of fun.

And of course, since I was getting movies from Redbox, I had to get a couple for myself. I watched The Secret Life of Bees later that night and enjoyed my second viewing of Twilight the night after that. Seriously, Redbox has to be one of the top 5 inventions of all time. I put it right up there with public libraries. It is the only way I get to see movies, and with Jeff going out of town on occasion, I get to watch whatever I want. Brilliant.

So, we managed to have fun, despite the cold weather. The snow didn't hit until yesterday, and it doesn't look like it will be warming up any time soon. Our next letterboxing adventure may have to wait. Or I get talked into going sooner, I may have to convince Allie to wear her snow clothes.

Happy All My Life

So, there will be no baby named "Cruz." Not that we would have really used that for a name, but it would have been fun to joke about. And as much as I try to be understanding and patient, I can't help but feel a little bummed out.

Couple that with more disappointment in our house hunting, and I found myself having a bad week. Back in March, we found a house that we loved in Provo. It had a finished basement and yard, and had many of the things we look for in a house (3 car garage, big family room next to the kitchen, master bedroom on the main floor, office for Jeff, etc), but we knew we wouldn't be able to pay what the sellers were expecting. To make a long story short, they approached us and offered to lower the price if Jeff would be willing to do some braces for them in return. It seemed like it was meant to be, and we went through the loan process to see how much we could qualify for. We had to make a decision before we left on our cruise, and even though we found a way to make it work financially, neither Jeff or I felt good about it after praying about it. We both felt uneasy, and took that to mean that it just wasn't right. I feel like it was the right house, but not the right time. So, we decided to keep looking. Last week, we went to see some more houses in another neighborhood in Provo that we really like (there are only two neighborhoods in Provo we would consider living in), and were disappointed in both of those, knowing right away that we didn't want either of them.

I know there is a house out there for us, and that we will find just what we want (and not feel sick inside when we think about buying it), and most of the time I am not in a big rush to get out of here. Most of the time, I understand that we are better off staying here at least a few more months (until Jeff gets a raise), and I don't have a problem with it. But every now and then, I get a little anxious. I start to let little things irritate me (like the lack of a dishwasher), and before long, I have mentally composed a long list of things I dislike about where we are at.

That's what happened last week. But to make matters worse, I was already hosting a pity party for myself because I am still not pregnant, so the irritation I allowed myself to feel was magnified severely. Jeff and I were lying in bed one night, and he asked me, "where do you want to live?" I started telling him about how frustrated I had become with the whole house hunting process, and ended up going on and on about everything else that was bothering me. Poor man, never saw it coming. But he was sweet, and assured me that everything will work out, and I know that they will. I just needed to unload, and I did feel much better after getting it all out, although I admitted to him, "that wasn't a very good answer to your question, was it?"

Since that night, I have been thinking a lot about my life and have been feeling very grateful for what we have. I know we are so blessed (beyond what we deserve, in my opinion), and I started feeling ashamed that I had ever let the little things irritate me so much. Yesterday I was rereading President Monson's talk from October conference, Joy in the Journey, and one part really stood out to me. He told the story of a woman named Borghild Dahl who was born with a severe visual impairment. But despite this limitation, she was never bitter, but instead was filled with gratitude for her blessings. At the age of 92 she published a book called Happy All My Life. That's when it hit me--that needs to be my new motto. No matter what, I want to be happy. And not just when we have another baby or when we find the perfect house, but today, right now.

So, now it's a new week. And I have a new goal. A few, actually. I am going to be happy. I am not going to stress about getting pregnant, but am going to enjoy spending time with the three amazing kids I have. I am not going to feel sorry for myself because I don't yet have the house I thought we would by now, but am going to enjoy not having a bigger house to clean. I am going to be happy. Good luck to me!

Greenie

Blame it on my mom, but I've never really gotten into the spirit of St. Patrick's Day. I don't know the history of the holiday, and didn't grow up expecting visits from leprechauns. So, this year when we woke up and remembered it was March 17th, I was left to wonder what we could do to make it at least a little bit special. I made the kids some eggs, which I dyed green, but they were a little skeptical.


Kyla, on the other hand, didn't seem to have a problem with them at all.

The kids got all ready for the day, and were hanging out, waiting for school, when I took this picture. This is Maren and David, Jeff's sister's kids that live next door. Maren got Allie and Kyla dressed in their green, and I thought they all looked so cute.

Last night we celebrated by going to Chuck E Cheese's. We had been promising the kids we would go since January and last night was the night. My mom and sister were in town and we dragged them with us (along with my aunt and cousins). With all the family there, it was quite the party! Chuck E made an appearance, which made Damon and Allie extremely happy. Kyla, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with him.

Something to note about Allie: she is wearing her yellow swimsuit under her clothes. For some reason, this has been her favorite item of clothing to wear, and has worn it nearly every day for at least two weeks. She does wear undies with it, so I don't feel like she is compromising her hygiene, but it just makes me laugh.

Hope you all had a great day, and I will be waiting to hear what fun things you did. Maybe I will try harder to make it a better day next year!

Verbage

Fun fill-in-the-blank I found on Kristen's blog!

1. I love Reese's peanut butter eggs. Yummy.
2. I fear that we may not have any more babies, and not by my choice.
3. I crave a good book. I'm always on the lookout for something life-changing.
4. I dislike spending money, especially on things like library fines and school fundraisers.
5. I honor the weather in St. George. That's a fancy way of saying I worship the sun.
6. I discontinue watching LOST. I just got a bit too confused. I also try to discontinue Gossip Girl. We'll see how successful that attempt is.
7. I require a lot of sleep. As neither a morning or night person, I could go to bed early and get up late. This changes when I have a new baby, though, and find myself running on fumes most of the first month or so.
8. I refuse to buy a house just because we are anxious to move out. I want to make sure we are getting the right house.
9. I think far more than I actually say out loud.
10. I perceive the world to be a very good place, and am probably far too trusting of other people. It would be my downfall should I ever go on Survivor.
11. I disengage when faced with conflict. I would rather back down that have a fight.
12. I reject whining and tearful manipulation from Kyla. Okay, sometimes I give in. I'm trying, though.
13. I loathe cats.
14. I worry that if I nurse another baby, my chest may shrink even more, and I will no longer require the use of a bra.
15. I enjoy March Madness, and look forward to it all year long.
16. I contemplate cutting my hair off. I contemplate more about cutting Allie's hair off.
17. I cherish friendship and have been blessed with some amazing friends throughout the years. I love you all!
18. I pray that I will be a better mom, knowing my kids only get one.
19. I value reliability, and try to be the kind of person other people can rely on.
20. I instigate date night by getting a baby sitter. Not often enough.
21. I mock Jeff for getting the lyrics wrong on countless songs. It started way back when we were dating and he would sing, "A little bit of mardi gras in my life," to Mambo Number Five.
22. I regard my mom as one of the most righteous people I know.
23. I struggle with Allie. Daily. Over many things, especially combing her hair.
24. I respect women who choose to give birth naturally, without pain meds, of their own volition. After having done it myself (without choosing it), I don't know that I would ever want to do it again.
25. I wonder how my kids are going to turn out. The possibilities are limitless and I am excited to watch them grow into adulthood. Okay, and a little scared, too.
26. I look forward to having a house of our own. While I am enjoying the many perks of living with the in-laws, I know we won't feel truly settled until we are in our own home.
27. I treasure time spent with my family. Even Allie. :)

Here is the list if you want to copy it yourself
1. I love
2. I fear
3. I crave
4. I dislike
5. I honor
6. I discontinue
7. I require
8. I refuse
9. I think
10. I perceive
11. I disengage
12. I reject
13. I loathe
14. I worry
15. I enjoy
16. I contemplate
17. I cherish
18. I pray
19. I value
20. I instigate
21. I mock
22. I regard
23. I struggle
24. I respect
25. I wonder
26. I look forward to
27. I treasure

Allie's 2 Dances

Allie has been taking a dance class at SHS every Wednesday evening for the past 8 weeks. It has been quite comical watching her dance, as she is often more concerned about learning the words to the song than she is about learning the steps to the dance. She also set herself up to fail, as she insisted on wearing her dance costumes (all of which are inherited, none she earned herself) to every class. Anyone who saw her would expect her to dance circles around the rest of the 3-4 year olds in her class. It wouldn't have been too difficult, as most had problems paying attention, but Allie showed no more promise than anyone else.

Yesterday was her dance "recital," where the three classes performed their individual dances. The whole thing took about 20 minutes. Allie wanted to look her best, and she let me put sponge curlers in her hair hours ahead of time. She chose the same leotard she wore last week (conservative compared to the rest of her wardrobe choices), and was ready to go. But as soon as we got there, she morphed from Sweet Allie to Nightmare Allie for no apparent reason. She decided she wasn't in the mood to dance. Here are two clips--the first one is from last week when she was getting ready for the performance. It's Sweet Allie. The second one is from yesterday, Nightmare Allie. You just never know what you're going to get!

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Canker

Kyla has just not been herself lately. For the past three days, she has eaten barely anything (most unusual for her), has cried nonstop, and hasn't slept well at all. I was trying to figure out what to make of it, and had decided that she must have a touch of the flu (she threw up in her bed a few days ago and woke up covered in dried puke. Sometimes I think I can still smell it). Friday, Jeff was on a pheasant hunting outing (with 10 dentists) and so we thought we'd have a fun night without him, complete with pizza, root beer and popcorn. And High School Musical 3 (that's what he gets for leaving me alone with the kids!). Kyla wouldn't touch her pizza and went to bed, waking up and crying a couple of times during the night. Saturday was more of the same, and I couldn't even get her to eat applesauce! Sunday, we dragged ourselves out of bed to get to 9:00 church and it was only then, when I was hanging out with her in the hall, that I found out the reason why. (The face we've been seeing for days.)


Something in her mouth caught my eye, and when I had her stick her tongue out, I saw that about a fourth of her tongue was white, looking like one MASSIVE canker sore. I don't know why I hadn't noticed before, because it was kind of hard to miss, but I suddenly felt so bad for her. And things started to make sense. It wasn't that she wasn't hungry, but she really COULDN'T eat without a lot of pain. At dinner, she tried a bite of everything, but all she could stand was bread. Grandma took pity on her and gave her a popsicle, and I tried hard to get her to stick it out so I could take a picture, but she doesn't really enjoy it much at all. Imagine a canker sore about the size of a nickel on both sides of her tongue on the left side (where her molars are). I know you can't see it hardly at all, but if you look closely, you can see a tiny bit of white on her left side.

Last night, she woke up about an hour after she had gone to sleep and cried for a little bit. Then she was quiet, so we went to bed. At 10:30 she cried again, and didn't stop this time. Jeff was taking pity on her, and told me to put her in bed with us. If you know Jeff, you know he would never normally suggest this, so he must have really been feeling sorry for her. I put her in bed with me and she slept off and on, waking up and crying every hour or so. Finally, at 3:00, I put her back in her bed and she slept for a bit before doing the whole crying thing again and I brought her back to our room. Needless to say, neither Jeff or I got very much sleep last night and my patience was stretched a little thin today. I am fully aware that Kyla uses her crying to manipulate us, and while I can't say for sure that is what she was doing last night, I am not putting it past her.

She did take a good nap today, and just woke up while I was writing this. I set her at the table with some pudding and just looked over to see her rubbing it on her body and hair like it was a shampoo/body wash combo. You can't see just how much of a mess she made in this picture. Now, she and Allie are in the bath. The fact that she is smiling here gives me hope. Even though she is playing with her food and not eating it.

Sunny Daze

I think everyone who lives somewhere cold should take a vacation in February. And it should be to someplace warm. You know, just to remind yourself that the sun is still out there to help you get through the end of winter.

When we got back to Springville, it was cold. Not as cold as it has been, but after spending a week in the Caribbean, it was pretty chilly. The snow had melted, which was a welcome sight, but I still needed to wear a jacket. Naturally, I was missing the sun a little bit. I am a St. George-sun-worshiping-girl and having the sun beat down on me was incredible. So, yesterday when I went to open the back door to toss a poopie diaper in the trash, I braced myself for the inevitable gust of cold air that always accompanies said door opening. It never came. I opened my eyes, and began breathing normally, trying to figure out what exactly had happened. Had I only opened the door in my dream? Nope. It stood open only inches away from me. And the air that came through wasn't cold. It was, dare I say, pleasant!

Amazed, I walked outside, realizing that it was a nice day. The first nice day we have had in months. You can imgaine the perma-grin I was sporting the rest of the day. We picked Damon up from school and I announced that we were going to be spending the afternoon at the park. As if there was any other alternative. The kids played there like they had forgotten what parks were. Despite a stiff breeze that was blowing, we had a fabulous time.

I saw the weather forecast last night and saw that the warm spell won't last. It will be back in the 40's tomorrow. Sad, but not all that unexpected. The girls and I tried to have a picnic today to enjoy another nice day. But the sun was behind some clouds and with the wind blowing, it was too cold for two of us (guess which two). Oh well. It was the thought that counts. Thank you sunshine for the brief appearance. I think I will be able to hold on now, knowing that you are going to be coming back soon.

Much Needed Vacay

Man, it's hard to come home from vacation. Last Friday, as Jeff and I got ready to leave, he said, "Well, I'm already sad. Our vacation is going to go so fast that it feels like it's already over." I laughed at him, but he was right--it went way too fast.

After dropping Damon off at school (he stayed with Jeff's sister next door), we dropped the girls off in St. George with my family and headed to Las Vegas where we caught the red eye flight to Boston, connecting in the morning to San Juan, Puerto Rico. It was long day (two days, actually) of traveling, but we made it. We met up with my aunt and uncle in San Juan and we took a taxi to the cruise ship, where we checked in. Our ship didn't leave until 10:00 pm, so we went back for a quick tour of Old San Juan. Puerto Rico was awesome, and I would love to go back for a longer stay. Here are the four of us (Tyler, Colleen, me and Jeff) on an old cobblestone street in San Juan. We were all excited for the adventure ahead of us!

Stop one was St. Thomas (one of the U.S. Virgin Islands) on Sunday. We found the local branch and went to church. It was a cool experience and we couldn't get enough of the local accent. Routinely, the people in the Caribbean drop the 'h' in words with 'th' sounds, pronouncing "three" as "tree" and "thought" as "tought." I loved it. After lunch back on the boat, Jeff and I took a bus to Coki Beach, where we went to Coral World, an aquarium/nature park on the other side of the island. We ended up not spending any time at the beach, because it was very crowded. Feeling adventurous, we decided to take the bus back, thinking we needed to be back by 5:00. It made us nervous when the bus kept stopping, but we made it back to our ship by 4:56. We went straight to our rooms to get ready for dinner, and were a tad surprised when the ship pulled out of the harbor at 5:15. Yes, we cut it very close. This is a view of St. Thomas from our ship. It is a cool island and I would love to go back.


Stop number two, Monday, was St. Maarten/St. Martin. It is an island shared by the Dutch, in the south, and the French, in the north, hence the different spelling, depending where on the island you are at. We wanted to rent a car on at least one of the islands, and this was the likely choice. Driving is on the right, the roads are fairly well maintained, and the island is small enough to explore in one short day. We, along with my aunt and uncle, drove to the top of Paradise Peak and had a great view (not nearly as impressive in pictures). We drove to the north side of the island and took a ferry to Ilet Pinel, an uninhabited island with awesome sand and water. Jeff and I went snorkeling and saw a lot of beautiful fish and coral. We didn't take any pictures of the beach, which may seem like a bad thing until you hear that there were several topless women who were not at all appealing (and not just to me--Jeff didn't think they were much to look at either). We spent the rest of the afternoon in Marigot, sampling cold coconut and exploring Fort St. Louis. It was a busy, full day and we really enjoyed our time there. This isn't the best view of the island, with the clunky boat and industrial area, but the water was so blue, and beautiful.



Monday was also our first formal night, and I included a pic of us all dressed up, lest you think we spent the week in swim suits and ball caps. I forgot to pack Jeff's belts, which is why he is without one. Oh well, I guess it can't be perfect.


Stop number three was Antigua. Jeff had gotten badly sunburned on the backs of his legs (from all the snorkeling), and didn't want to spend much time in the sun, so we hired a driver to take the four of us to some historical sites on the other side of the island. Our driver, James, even stopped to point out aloe growing by the side of the road to ease Jeff's pain. Antigua was dry, compared to the other islands we visited, and was a lot less tropical. It was still beautiful, and has 366 beaches, but was our least favorite stop. This was at Shirley Heights, an overlook where the British army had fortifications to protect their island.


Stop four was St. Lucia. In comparison with Antigua, it was a tropical paradise. We called it St. Luscious the entire day. We took a boat to Soufriere, where we saw an active volcano (which was just steam coming out of the mountain side, reeking of sulfur) and a waterfall before we went to the beach for a few hours. It rained off and on all day, the only bad weather day of our entire trip, so the beach wasn't the best. But the island was magnificent, and one of our very favorites.

Jeff and me in front of one of the Pitons, two awesome peaks on the coast of St. Lucia. It wasn't a great day at all for photographing the peaks, but we'll just have to go back. The sand on this island wasn't the white sand we got used to, but a darker, almost chocolate brown volcanic sand. It was really cool.

Stop five was Barbados. Jeff and I had scheduled a scuba diving trip with a local dive shop and we met our taxi at 8:30. I was really nervous to go diving. We got certified in 2001 at BYU and I didn't have a great experience with my open water dives. I got a little panicky under the water, which is the very last thing you want to do while diving. You can't just bolt for the surface, because it can be very dangerous, and the instructors tell you repeatedly that as long as you stay calm, you can solve your problems under water. I haven't been diving since, but had heard that diving in the Caribbean is an awesome experience and I thought we should do it. Well, I started to feel anxious about the whole thing the night before, but I kept telling myself that I could do it. I knew what to do, and as long as I kept calm, it would be fine.

I thought a lot about my kids and how I encourage them to do things that are hard or scary, beacuse I know that they can do them. I repeated "You can do hard things" to myslef, knowing that there was really no reason for me to be so nervous about it. It wasn't like I was doing something stupid or was unprepared, I was just scared. I realized that the older I get, the fewer things I am willing to do that are out of my comfort zone. It's not that often that I have to do things that scare me, and I really wanted to do this.

So, despite my trepidation, I took the plunge (literally). We did two dives and everything went perfectly. I have to admit, it was amazing. It was like being surrounded by a Discovery Channel special about the ocean and I am so glad I didn't chicken out but went through with it. This is a picture of the two of us after we were finished diving, waiting for our taxi to take us back. The beaches in Barbados were amazing and there were long stretches that looked just like this. The water was also a beautiful turquoise color and I fell in love with the island. I definitely want to go back there. The catamaran is just for scenery--we had nothing to do with it.

Our last day was spent at sea, and it was nice and relaxing, like the rest of the vacation. Colleen and I finally made it over to the rock wall and that was a lot of fun. Colleen was most impressive, making it to the very top of the wall, despite wanting to quit several times. I'm so glad she was there, because who really wants to climb alone?



I stayed for the speed climb (the lady told me I could win a prize if I won), and took first place in the women's division with a best time of 19 seconds. It wasn't really that difficult, especially since I was the ONLY woman who competed. Oh well, we don't have to remember that tiny detail, do we? I got a medal and a t-shirt. Fun memories.

Overall, it was a fantastic vacation. Way better than our last cruise to the Bahamas. Here are some things I learned when comparint the two:

• Seven day cruises are WAY better than four day cruises. You need the extra time to really enjoy it, and if you have bad weather, you have a lot more days to make it up.
• The food on Royal Caribbean was WAY better than Carnival. Not even close.
• We had better weather, and I liked our destinations better.
• We had one bed, instead of bunk beds. No explanation needed.
• Our boat was much more stable and we experienced only a few, sporadic moments of seasickness.
  
• Our boat was bigger and there was more to do onboard.
• The crowd was a more mature crowd, and it wasn't so much the party boat that Carnival was. There were very few people our age on board, but we didn't mind. We weren't there to make friends.
• We had my aunt and uncle with us, which was way better than traveling alone. We had a lot of fun with them and dragged them around for several days before they decided they needed a break from us and all our activities.

Yes, it was a great, and much needed, vacation. And while it is hard to come home (and deal with the piles of laundry to be done), I'm so glad we went. I wish I could've come home a little more tan, but sunscreen was my friend, and I didn't get any bad burns. It was so fun to be reunited with the kids again, and to hear that they had been well-behaved while we were gone.

Busy Busy

So, life here has been busy. Jeff and I are getting ready to go on a week long vacation and we're back in the house hunt. But we've still managed to have a little fun. We got a new camera (ours broke last Christmas and we've been using Jeff's camera from school since then. I needed something more portable, so I decided to try out craigslist and KSL classifieds to try to sell the old one. I've had a lot of leads, but no takers yet. Cross your fingers!), and I convinced the kids to let me take a few pics of them.

Valentine's day was a lot of fun. We made pink sugar cookies in honor of my mom, who always used to do that for us. Since she's in a sling(shot) this year, I knew she wouldn't be making them, so we made our own. It ended up being much better than I imagined, and Allie and KyKy had a great time decorating them.

I gave the kids a little box of conversation hearts for V-day and Kyla thought she had to eat the whole box at once. Damon announced that he was missing a couple rubber bullets for his gun, and on a hunch, asked Kyla to empty her mouth into my hand. This is what she had crammed inside:

All the hearts and three rubber bullets. Phew! At least we found them before they came out the other end!

Damon entertained us one night by attempting to raise one eyebrow. What a tough guy!


I left Allie and Kyla alone in the kitchen the other day. Bad idea.

All I Really Need to Know

So, the other night my high school basketball coach, who coached 19 years before retiring at the end of last season, was honored at our high school. Because of the storm that blew in Monday night and continued until...well, it's actually still snowing, so I don't know if this is technically the same storm or not...I wasn't able to attend. My sisters, who also played for him, both were there and said it was a fun night.

It got me thinking a lot about the time I spent playing ball for Pine View, and I wanted to write a little something for my coach, to let him know how much I appreciated those four years. For posterity, here is what I wrote:

All I Really Need to Know I Learned Playing Basketball for Coach Higgins

Some of my best memories come from the four years I spent playing basketball
for Coach Higgins. But little did I know that amidst all the running, shooting,
running, passing, and yes, the running, I was learning things that would affect
the rest of my life. Now, as I look back on the things that I learned, I can
honestly say that everything I really need to know I learned playing basketball
for Coach Higgins.

I learned about relationships by being part of a team:
--TEAM=Together Everyone Achieves More
--If you suffer a heart-breaking loss (and chances are, you will), it helps to
have someone to cry with
--When you need a break, someone will always be there to back you up
--Bonds forged by blood, sweat and tears can never be broken

I learned about toughness from coach:
--Pre-wrap and athletic tape can fix anything
--When you feel like you can't take another step, get "on the
line" once more
--Skin grows back
--Tough guys aren't afraid to show how much they care

I learned parenting from playing defense:
--Never turn your back on your man
--Stay out of foul trouble
--Deny the ball, and always get a hand in their face
--If you get beat, your teammates will pick up the slack
--Sometimes the only thing that will work is a full-court press


I learned about life from every single thing we did:
--Always be aggressive
--As long as there's lead in the air, just keep shooting
--You can rest when the game is over
--After a long, hard climb, there's nothing like the view from the top
--You'll never regret leaving everything out on the court
--The memories we make will last a lifetime
--And above all, learn from the geese and FLY TOGETHER!

Coach Higgins, it's only fitting that you are being honored tonight, and I
wish I could be there to celebrate your amazing career. You changed my life, and
the lives of all those who played for you. Thank you for teaching us, for
fighting for us, for crying with us, and for loving us. I am honored to have
been able to call you my coach.

No way I would be doing this...

Two more stories from the "I would never be doing this if I weren't a mom" file.

#1 On Saturday we headed to Eden, UT (east of Ogden, right by Wolf Mountain ski resort) so Jeff could pick up his new (used) car (a 2001 Toyota 4Runner). Damon and Allie wanted to stop at the Air Force museum on the way home, but Kyla was ready for a nap and would not have had much fun there (there probably would have been slapping and cheek squeezing involved, had she been forced to attend). Jeff decided to take D &A to the museum and I brought Kyla home with me. It was a nice, pleasant drive and she slept the whole way. I got off in Orem because I needed to pick something up from my aunt's house. Knowing that I had a couple of hours before Jeff got home, and only having one, well-rested child to worry about, I decided to stop at a couple of stores (logical, right?)

We went to Old Navy first, just to see what kinds of deals they were having. I buckled Kyla into a cart and started browsing. A few minutes later, Kyla announced, "poo-poo" and made a face I am well familiar with. Most of you are probably aware that Kyla poops more than either of my other two kids ever did. She usually has at least two poopie diapers a day, but it is not uncommon for her to have three or four. It gets rather annoying, but at least I just have one in diapers, not three like my sister, TARA. Anyway, I wasn't too concerned about Kyla, and I knew I had a diaper in my purse, so I continued browsing for a while before making my way back to the dressing rooms. But when I pulled her out of the cart, I knew we had a problem. Her pants were a little wet, and I could see a huge green stain covering half of her shirt (she had a coat on, though, so it wasn't totally obvious). After trying on my items, I scurried to the bathroom and locked the door behind me.

I knew it was bad, but I was not yet aware of the extent of what I was dealing with. Lying her on the changing table, I removed her clothes, and instantly wanted to run away rather than deal with what was waiting. She was wearing a size 3 diaper, as I have been reluctant to move her up, even though she is right at the edge of the weight recommendation, and she had been wearing the same one all day, which meant it was also very wet. She had eaten Fruit Loops for breakfast, which explained the lovely green color, and it was leaking out of every crevice possible. I removed all her clothes and discovered that the green poop covered most of her body.

So, like any mom would do (and NO ONE else), I dipped her onesie in the toilet to rinse the residual poop away and plopped Kyla into the sink for the first bath she has ever taken at Old Navy. Not to worry, I was in a clothing store after all. I put a clean diaper on her, but had no clean clothes for her to wear. I put her slightly soiled pants and coat back on for the time being then bought her two shirts for $3 each. Thank goodness for Tiny Prices for Tiny People. I also bought her a pair of jeans and after a hasty change in the car, she was good to go.

It was not exactly the way I planned to spend my afternoon, but with kids, nothing ever seems to go as planned.

#2 Last night my niece was getting Kyla in her pajamas, and she was, of course, poopie. I was upstairs cleaning up dinner when the kids came screaming that there was poop all over. Jeff and I came down to find that one of the children (Damon, as it turns out) had accidentally stepped on the poopie diaper as it lay on the floor and run through the house, unaware that with every step he was spreading poop all over. There must have been a dozen spots leading from the family room to his bedroom. And so, because I'm the mom, I spent the next half hour scrubbing poop from the carpet.

I never thought I would be one to force potty-training on my kids, but after the last couple of days, I am seriously considering it with Kyla (no, that's not true. I'm not considering anything, but WISHING that I could). How many more "mom experiences" will I get to have with this child? At the present rate, it seems it will be far too many.

I know this is becoming a very long post, but I wanted to include a couple pictures of Kyla (no, not of the pooping incident, of which I have no proof). She falls and hits her head nearly every day, causing various bumps and bruises on her noggin. Sunday night she had a good one, and when I say good I mean horrible.

She fell from her booster seat on to the tile floor (one of the reason she falls so much is because she doesn't like sitting while eating and unless she is belted in, will be standing). You can see the goose egg on her head. She was not a happy girl.

Jeff couldn't even stand looking at her, it was so disturbing. All I could think was that a few more knocks on the head, and she could end up looking like this:

Either I need to be more consistent about buckling her in, or I need to teach her to say, "HEY YOU GUYS!"

Temple trip

Last Friday we went up to the Draper Temple open house because we thought it would be fun for the kids to see the inside of the temple. I got our reservations a month ago, and thought we should try for the latest available time on a Friday night. Bad idea. Everyone else seemed to have the same idea, too, and the cultural hall was packed when we got there. We met up with the Tolman's (friends from Florida) at 5:00 and sat down. We sat and sat and sat and sat (just like that potty training book, Once Upon a Potty) for a LONG 45 minutes before we moved anywhere. By this time, the kids were all starting to get bored and hungry and a bit restless. Finally, we made it into the chapel, where we watched the short film introducing temples (during which Allie kept muttering, "It's never going to be over!") before filing out to get on a bus that would take us to the temple.

Once inside, we baby-stepped our way down the plastic covered hallways, peeking into the rooms open for display. A few times we got bottlenecked, nearly coming to a standstill, but we plastered smiles on our faces and did our best to explain what each room was used for to the children. Kyla decided right away that she didn't want to be carried, and my aching arms convinced me to put her down. Instantly, she disappeared into the crowd in front of us, determined to give herself the tour. So, of course, we had to scoop her up and carry her, trading off when one of us had had enough. Jeff tried to entertain her with pictures on his phone, which worked for a while, but she soon tired of that. Screaming "WALK!" with all the force her tiny body could muster, she slapped Jeff across the face. He handed her to me.

Flopping, wriggling and going boneless in my arms (like Trixie from Knuffle Bunny), I tried to reason with her, telling her that I had to carry her because there were so many people around and I didn't want her to get lost. I might as well have been speaking in Japanese for how much she seemed to understand. In a sudden display of anger, she grabbed me by the cheeks and squeezed, grunting like a Williams' sister for emphasis, and getting red in the face. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing, it was just so absurd.

Meanwhile, around me, the other two kids were surviving the tour. As it was now approaching 7:00, I knew they were hungry, and they did remarkably well, despite it all. At the end of the tour, we followed the crowd into the church next door and helped ourselves to the cookies and bottled water waiting there. Kyla really seemed to enjoy this part of the tour, and went back with Allie for seconds while we were waiting for another bus to come and pick us up.

On the way home, Jeff and I disucssed whether or not it was worth it. Then I remembered Damon's face when he saw the celestial room. When I told him we were about to go inside, he told me he wanted to close his eyes. Upon entering, he opened his eyes expectantly, instantly drawn to the enormous chandelier hanging from the impossibly high ceiling. "It's beautiful!" he said happily, confessing it was better than he even expected.

I guess, for that, it was worth it.

Quick funny

Today at lunch Allie said the prayer. She has been praying for my mom, who recently had surgery on her rotater cuff and is in a sling, but this was a new one. She said, "please bless grandma in her slingshot." Wow, I'd love to see that!

Jazzy

So, a lot of you know that I'm not 100% sold on living in Utah County, especially Springville. There are so many things about living here that I'm not crazy about. I still can't get over seeing a woman at Jumpin' Jacks studying her Sunday School lesson, or seeing garments peeking out anytime someone bends over. Damon has gone from a school that was very diverse (63% black, 23% white) to a school that is 98% white, most everyone LDS. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, but I definitely think the kids could do with some more diversity.

There are times, though, that I am reminded that living here really isn't so bad. There are so many good people here, and honesty is the norm. In November, one of my BFF from high school got married and it took me almost a month to get her a gift (Target gift card) in the mail with my Christmas card. I didn't think about it again, until one day a couple of weeks ago, a lady called for me on my in-laws phone upstairs. She told me that she had found the letter in her yard, covered with snow, and brought it in to see if it was anything important. She said it hadn't been postmarked, and wondered if maybe it had fallen out of the mail truck when the mailman was delivering on her street (I'm not exactly clear how far she lived from my friend, but I don't think it was very close. Somewhere in SLC, where my friend is, but not withing walking distance or anything). She said when she saw the Christmas card and gift card, she was so worried and wanted to make sure that she got it. She asked if the address was correct and told me she would be happy to get it back in the mail.

A few days later, I talked to her again. She said she had gone out to meet the mailman, explained what happened, and gave him the letter. The next day, in her mailbox, postmarked this time, was my Christmas card again. Strange. She asked if I wanted her to try again, and I said, "please do. If it comes back to you again, maybe you are meant to have it!" Long story short, third time was the charm, and my friend finally received the card, a month after I sent it. She said it was a little beat up, but it made it.

I have to say, I was so impressed with this good woman. She really went well out of her way to find my phone number, and to resend the card TWICE. I was so appreciative of all she did, and I had to comment to Jeff that I wonder how many people would have just kept the gift card for themselves instead of making sure it got to the right person. I know that this could happen anywhere, but I believe that it was MUCH more likely to happen here in Utah. Don't burst my bubble if you disagree, I'm trying to tell myself that it is great to live here.

I also love living here because we are close to family. My SIL next door helps me out a ton with her kids (I hope I help her a lot, too), and helped us out the other night when Jeff got some tickets to the Jazz game last minute. Jeff and his brothers have really great seats to the Jazz games, and 5 or 6 times a season, Jeff takes a dentist to enjoy a game. This particular night, an oral surgeon that they share the tickets with couldn't go, and called Jeff to see if he wanted to take me to the game. He's always told me he would take me one day, but honestly, I never thought I would actually make it. I just don't refer enough patients to him. :)

The game was an awesome experience. We got to go into the VIP area before the game for a delicious dinner, then found our seats three rows behind the visitor's bench (the Spurs for this game). It was amazing being that close to the action. I was literally close enough to razz Tim Duncan, and I considered telling him that he whines more than my 18 month old, but I held back.


I was close enough to inspect the bandage on Greg Popavich's head (the coach), wondering if he had recently had a mole removed.


And I was close enough to see that Oberto looked as though he had spent a month in wilderness, with a full beard that did nothing for his appearance (believe me, you are glad there's no pic for this one).

Unfortunately, the Jazz lost and Carlos Loozer didn't play AGAIN. We've got to get rid of him. But we need him to come back and play really well so we can trade him for someone good. I'm sure none of you care. But it was a lot of fun, and something we couldn't have done if we were still in Ohio or Florida. So, there's lots of good things about being here.

January post

So, it's been a while. I've been busy trying to get my last three years of blogging published (Blurb was finally working for blogger, which is great!). It's been fun to read through the last three years of our lives, but it was a lot of work. I am happy with the final result (3 books-one for each year), though, and hope we will enjoy them for many years to come.

We are surviving the winter here, but not particularly enjoying it. The recent warm spell was lost on me. We still had ugly, dirty snow everywhere, which meant we couldn't go outside and enjoy the "warm" weather, but Damon couldn't go out and play because the snow was just a big, icy mess. So we've been trapped inside wondering whether or not we should be grateful for warmer weather.

Damon has spent many hours making snowflakes and hanging them from his ceiling. He started karate last week (a class at Springville High School that lasts 6 weeks) and seemed to really enjoy it. It's sort of like dance, which he loves, but his dad approves, which he also loves. He also started a basketball clinic last night with the rest of the 1st grade boys. There were probably 40 boys there and only two or three that were wearing #11. Damon was one of them, purely by coincidence, and when I told him that was my number, he couldn't have been happier. It's too early to say whether or not he possesses any talent, but I'm so proud of him for actually trying. He's really grown up a lot.

Damon is also in charge of feeding the dog and rabbits (neither of which are ours, by the way) every morning. He earns 50 cents a day doing this (from grandpa) and has saved a lot of money (a lot of money for a 6 year old is more than $20. That's a lot of money for me, come to think of it.). He used his savings to buy a gun--a pistol that shoots out rubber ammo. Jeff couldn't be happier!

Damon working on his homework. You can see a paper for snowflakes on the dresser.


Allie loves Barbie movies. Every week when we go to the library she picks one out and watches it every day during Kyla's nap. Her favorites are Princess and the Pauper (which came with a bonus cd to listen to, which was plenty of fun for the rest of us in the house), The Diamond Castle and Mermaidia. If you haven't ever seen them, they are chick flicks for little girls. Barbie plays a variety of characters and always ends up with a cute boy (confessing love, but never kissing). It's good clean fun and I don't mind how much she enjoys them.

She still changes her clothes several times a day, but I try not to be too bugged. As long as she keeps shoving things back in her drawer instead of throwing it in the dirty laundry, I don't say anything. A funny story from last month--we were at Target and looking at leggings (one of Allie's favorite things). She started shimmying out of her pants to try them on, right there in the middle of the store. I quickly told her that she couldn't do that, that there were people all around that could see her. Before we knew it, we spotted Allie under a shelf of clothes, pants off, trying to slip the leggings on. At least it was semi-private. Tara and I laughed so hard, that is just so Allie.

Kyla suddenly is so big. She is a full grown person in a little body, and I am constantly reminded that she is no longer a baby. She climbs out of her bed several times at both nap time and bed time, but she doesn't cry. She'll knock on the door and sit and wait patiently until I come in to put her back to bed. She loves to copy Damon and Allie and started telling knock-knock jokes. Well, she tells one knock-knock joke and I made the mistake of laughing one time, so now she thinks it's so hilarious. It goes like this:

knock-knock
who's there?
banana
banana who?
apple

I laughed because I knew she had heard Damon tell the "orange you glad I didn't say banana" joke one too many times and thought she understood why it was funny. She grins so big when she says "apple," like she just came up with the best punchline ever.

She also started singing (chanting really) a song she learned in nursery. It goes like this, "a doo doo, a doo doo, blub blub blub. Oh NO!" We didn't know what she was singing until Allie informed us that she was doing "Slippery fish, slippery fish, swimming in the water. Glub, glub, glub. OH NO! He got eaten by a great white shark...etc." We thought that was pretty funny, which of course only encouraged her and now she does that all the time, too.

Kyla has also started this very endearing thing of pronouncing her words with emphasis on the second syllable, like she's mad or frustrated: "mom-MEE, dad-DEE, al-LIE, ma-MON," you get the point. It's funny for about two minutes and then it gets annoying.

A very common sight at breakfast time--Kyla won't sit unless strapped in, with two bowls of cereal. She is our finisher and likes to eat whatever Damon and Allie leave behind.


Jeff and I are doing well, too. We just finished season 4 of Alias and will start season 5 (the final season) when he gets back from his hiking trip. I asked him what we're going to do when we're done, and he said, "you can go back to going to bed at nine and sleeping your life away." Truthfully, I never go to bed at nine, but before we started our Alias frenzy I did go to be before him and usually get up after him. I try to tell him that most nights I am up at least once to coax a child (usually Allie) back into bed, but he didn't accept that as a valid excuse. So, if any of you have any good suggestions for tv series on dvd that we could start, it would be much appreciated. We've thought about 24, because my SIL said we HAVE to watch it. Any thoughts?

I have a lot more, but this is getting very long so I will stop for now. Here is one more pic of Jeff's mom's new dog, Tina (she was the dog of a patient of Nancy's that died and needed a home, so she came here). She spends a lot of time down here with the kids and she loves watching "doggie tv," which is actually Jeff's lizards in their cages. I doubt it's as good as Alias, but whatever.

January

I know I haven't posted pictures forever. We just haven't taken that many, and the few times I have tried to post them here, it has taken way too long and I gave up. Now, though, I finally got the pics I wanted on here, so no more boring pictureless posts.

Allie likes to help me do the dishes. Although, usually she starts washing dishes and ends up washing her baby dolls instead. Still, I pretend like she's actually helping and let her do it. There is a limit to the number of dishes I like to wash a day...

She also likes to dress herself, and has been reminding me more and more of Punky Brewster lately. I actually let her leave the house the other day looking like this:

Her "rose dress," which she wears at least five days a week, leggings because I reminded her it was cold outside, her new socks and shoes, and a hoodie, because she doesn't like any other jackets that she has. She's standing in front of Kyla's pack n play in the store room, AKA Kyla's room. Kyla proved to us all yesterday that she can climb out of both the crib and the pack n play (she succumbed to our repeated chants of "show us!") , which could make for a very interesting nap time today.

Kyla also has started this funny facial expression when you say, "show me your smile!"

I don't know exactly what she thinks she's doing, but we find it quite hilarious. She also does it when she is embarrassed and wants to disappear.

Allie emptied out Damon's tool box one day and filled it with her own "tools."

I laughed too hard to be upset. Besides, I haven't had much use for these lately, anyway. My body is still trying to figure out that I'm not pregnant anymore, and I'm patiently waiting to have another period so we can assume that everything is working properly. Maybe I should keep the tool box around just in case...

The kids have also been enjoying the snow, although we really need a fresh layer of powder if we want to play in it again. We went sledding one day and found a kid's snowboard on the side of the road. Damon impressed us all by learning to ride down the hill without crashing. It only took him a few tries and now he proudly announces, "I am the only person in my family who knows how to snowboard." He can't wait to go again, but all the good snow is gone.

Damon can play out in the snow for hours. He wears his bibs and boots to school every day so he will be ready for recess. Kyla can stay outside a long time, too, and doesn't seem to mind the cold. Allie, on the other hand, can last about 20 minutes. Then she has had enough. Jeff and I giggle every time we get KyKy dressed up in her snow suit. There is just something that screams A Christmas Story ("wait up guys!")

Damon, in what has become his "school uniform."

Seven Things

Suzanne tagged me quite a while back, but I haven't done it until now. Basically, the tag was to tell 7 things about yourself, either quirky or interesting. Don't kid yourself by thinking that I waited so long to do it because I was coming up with really interesting stuff. You'll be sorely disappointed. But, here are 7 things about me that you maybe didn't already know.

1. I can't do food like jell-o's, yogurts, ice creams, etc with any chunks in them. It grosses me out. Even looking at yogurt with chunks of fruit in it makes me gag a little.

2. When the battery on my cell phone shows only one bar, it makes me anxious. I have to plug it in immediately.

3. I watch a lot of tv. But I also read a lot, so I try to convince myself that it balances out. I go to the library at least once a week, but usually more than once. Whoever invented public libraries was a genius. My goal is to always be reading something, so that at any time if someone asks, "what are you reading right now?" I will have an answer.

4. Playing sports in high school, I was never uncomfortable being seen in my bra and underwear (I never wore "panties." The sexiest thing I owned were bikini style Hanes). But, unlike boys, girls don't get naked in front of each other and I would have been very embarrassed to be seen naked, even by my best friends who saw me in bra and undies all the time. There was only one time when things got a little crazy and we got naked (Suzanne, you know what's coming. Serves you right for tagging me!). We were swimming at Brooke Bailey's pool, and three of us (Suzanne, Jess (BJ) and myself) decided that skinny dipping sounded pretty good. Laughing embarrassedly, we all peeled off our suits and swam around in the warm water. We even went so far as to venture out of the pool, only to streak across the way to the jacuzzi. Fun times.

5. I do my best thinking in the shower. I've never been one to sing much while showering, but I find that some of my best ideas occur while lathering up.

6. I can't stand being late. I get really anxious when it is apparent that we're going to be late, or even cutting it close. It is also more than slightly annoying that certain members of Jeff's family are habitually 30+ minutes late.

7. Remember before when I said I watch a lot of tv? I also get way too involved with the shows I watch. I stopped watching Gilmore Girls for a while during the Lorelai/Christopher marriage phase because it made me so sad. I dreamed about Izzie and Alex last week, even though I haven't watched Gray's Anatomy at all this season. And sometimes when I'm trying to fall asleep, I imagine scenarios of how my favorite couples would get back together.

Thanks everyone for humoring me a while back and voting for your favorite couples. Here are my top five (combined with your votes).

5. Sydney and Vaughn. I know no one voted for them, so this is purely my opinion. But Jeff and I have been watching Alias (we're up through season 3) and they have to be one of the best couples.

4. JD and Elliott. Again, no votes other than my own. But trust me, they are one of those "meant to be" couples. And they got together again last night (on Scrubs, if you aren't aware), and hopefully will have one last magical season together too!

3. Jim and Pam. They have got to be my favorite couple on tv right now, and that whole first season of denying their attraction was awesome!

2. Ross and Rachel. I was a huge Friends fan and watched their first kiss over and over and over. Love them! May there always be reruns!

1. Zack and Kelly. I doubt there could be a bigger Saved by the Bell fan than I was (okay, maybe Kellee Jacobsen. She and I were probably equal on that one). I was bummed that College Years was only one season, and I would probably still be watching it today if it had continued. But yay for happy endings, even if we had to endure the strangest Vegas wedding ever!

Date Night

You know the song Hot n Cold by Katy Perry (not to be confused with her other big hit that no one in my house is allowed to listen to)? That is the perfect song for Allie. In fact, if you listen closely, you will hear her name. She sings, "You change your mind, like Allie changes clothes." What? That's not what it says? Oh, well, it should. Because she does change her mind as often as she changes clothes. She is either the most pleasant, happy girl or she is a monster in a dress. Or skirt with leggings. Or pjs. Or just her undies...

Honestly, Allie is "cold" a lot more than she is "hot." Don't get me wrong, I love her. Usually, though, I love her just as much as is required by law. Jeff commented the other day, "she makes our other kids seem like a breeze," and it's true. She constantly reminds us that she is going to do what she wants to do.

Wednesday we had scheduled "Mom and Allie Date Night" in an attempt to get back to our goal of spending one night a month with one of the kids. We hadn't planned anything specific, but she knew the night was going to be just for her and me and was looking forward to it. Wednesday morning she had made a big mess, by dumping out her drawer full of dishes/food and a bucket of wooden "gingerbread men," neither of which she played with for more than a few minutes. I told her that she needed to have them all put away before she could have lunch, to which I was greeted with the usual whines and complaints. "It's too hard," "I need help," and "I'm not doing it" were the excuses I heard most. I gently told her that she would not be able to eat until they were cleaned up, and I didn't think it was asking too much for her to clean up a small portion of the mess she had made.

Well, I knew she was stubborn, but I had no idea just how stubborn she could be. She informed me that she wasn't hungry and would clean up while I made dinner. This after she had claimed to be STARVING at 10:00 am when she asked if it was lunchtime. I told her that was fine, but that she wouldn't be getting anything to eat, not a bite, until dinner if the toys weren't cleaned up by 2:25(two and a half hours later), when we needed to go pick up Damon. Guess what? They weren't. So, she didn't eat.

Three hours later, I was making dinner, and I told her that if she didn't get the toys cleaned up, she wouldn't be eating dinner. "That's fine, I don't want dinner," she said. "Oh, and we won't be able to go on our date night, either." I had her. She was willing to give up food for the day, but she couldn't give up date night. Secretly, I was hoping she wouldn't clean them up, because I was in no mood to go anywhere with her. But, she had a sudden change of heart, and in 15 minutes, all the toys (which were now scattered throughout the house, not just in the spots she had dumped them out) were cleaned up. And she did it ALL BY HERSELF. She did try to coerce both Damon and KyKy into helping, but they weren't having any of it, and she had to do it alone.

So, I put on my happy face and asked her where she wanted to go for our date night. She chose to go to the mall and try on lip gloss. By the time we got there, she was her fun, happy self that I wish we saw a lot more often. We had a great time. She managed to come away from the arcade with a teddy bear from the machine with the claw that you position over the prizes and pretend not to be disappointed when it comes out empty. I was amazed. She got a new pair of shoes and six pair of socks for $3 at Famous Footwear (LOVE their $10 off $10 purchase rewards!). We tried on lipgloss, lotion and makeup at Bath and Bodyworks and Victoria's Secret. And then we ended the night by taking our photo in the photo booth. Mostly because I wanted to remember the uni-brow she had given herself with the eye shadow. Sorry, not a great quality scan, but you get the idea.



(I wish you could see the uni-brow better. Imagine the scene from A League of Their Own. "The eyebrows--thin and separate." Oh, and go ahead and recall the next part, with Marla Hooch--what a hitter. "What do you recommend?" "A lot of night games.")

When we walked in the door, I said, "Allie, thanks for a fun night."

She looked at me, and said, amazed, "It was a fun night!"

I hung our photos on the fridge, to remind myself that I do actually love her more than is required by law. A lot more. I just sometimes forget.