Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Sorry Dead Grandma

A few months ago Jeff's Step-Grandma died. She was living in California with Jeff's Dad and Step-mom at the time, so we decided to take the bereavement that Jeff's work offers, and drive down for the funeral. We really didn't know her at all. I hadn't even met her. But we had been wanting to take a trip to California for a while, and this was a good excuse. Sorry Grandma. So we drove down during the night, and got there early the day before the funeral. Jeff's Step-Mom was planning the whole thing, and we were staying at their house, so saying that we were in the way is an understatement. Grace was, of course, running around grabbing everything off of shelves, getting into the fridge, scattering life insurance papers, and screaming a lot. I was pretty embarrassed since this was my first time meeting Jeff's family (besides his Dad). We tried to keep out of the way as much as we could. The day of the funeral arrived, and Grace was still being extra naughty. I think lack of sleep, and her normal routine was wreaking havoc on her. We got to the church, and they were behind schedule, so Grace ran around the halls hiding from me, and screaming for about an hour. Finally they said it was time to start, and brought all the family into the viewing room for a prayer before the funeral started. This is when Grace really outdid herself. I swear I've taught her to fold her arms and close her eyes for prayers, but that day she thought it would be funny to run away from me. I let her go at first, thinking she'd come back when I didn't chase her, but she was looking back at me and laughing hysterically, so I got up to get her. She really thought this was hilarious, so she started running again, laughing the whole time. I'm chasing her down the aisle of chairs, everyone is staring at us, and she runs behind the casket. She actually bumped into it, and I saw it rock a little bit. While Jeff's whole family watched, I chased Grace around the casket, and out the back door. And to top it all off, I was so mortified at the whole situation that my first instinct was to laugh. So while I was chasing her out from behind the dead lady, and everyone was watching, I was laughing. The end.

Friday, November 1, 2013

It's Just Carrots

It's been so long since I've blogged I don't even know where to start. Just kidding. Nothing interesting has happened. Our life is super boring. I'm really happy with it though. The kids are growing, Jeff's job is going well, my hair is looking really good. I just want to write an update on the kids, so I won't forget the little things that make me so happy. Grace is fully potty trained, and it was so easy. She practically did it all herself. Lately she's been really mischievous. The other day I watched her get into my purse and take out some lipstick. Then she looked at me watching her, stuck it behind her back, and told me she needed to go hide for a minute. Henry is 9 months old now. He's about to crawl any minute. Maybe he is crawling. I'll put him down on one side of the floor, and leave the room, and when I come back he's on the other side of the room. I don't know what's happening. I've taken up swearing, and it feels so good. Grace cleaned out a coat closet in the living room, and put a bunch of her toys in it. She calls it her truck. We just might be moving to the Solomon Islands. Have you heard of them? Nobody has. Jeff's uncle recruited him for a job there, so if they offer him the job we have a big decision to make. Sadie turned 3 on Halloween. We forgot her birthday, and didn't buy her any presents. I don't know how I'm going to make it up to her. We're vegetarians now, and I love it. I feel so much healthier. Lots of people ask me why I decided to go vedge. I saw a live pig be thrown into a boiling pot of water at a slaughterhouse. That and meat is full of so many nasty things. You don't even know what you're eating anymore, and I want to know what I'm putting in mine and my kids bodies. As for Jeff, he still eats hotdogs from the gas station, so he'll probably die early. Henry has his dad's luscious lips. Sometimes he'll pucker, and just stare at you. He knows he's so good looking. He also knows how to whistle. If I ever catch Grace doing something naughty she gets that deer in the headlights look and says, "Don't talk to me!" She also lies sometimes. Like today I caught her on the kitchen counter digging in her trick or treat bucket, and when I asked her what she was eating she said, "It's just carrots."

Tuesday, August 20, 2013


I recently saw this article circulating. It's nice to see that I'm not the only one who cares this much about the amount of pornography they allow on TV these days. I still remember how awful it is to be different as a kid. To not have what everyone else has. To not be allowed to go where all the other kids are going. Now I'm doing that to my own kids, and I'm sad that I have to. It's hard to protect your family from the damage caused by pornography. It's sad how slowly it has taken over. I would say that most people haven't even noticed. It's something that I've always been sensitive to, and especially now that I'm a wife and a mother it really hurts me to see. I can't sit next to my husband, watching a TV show where a woman takes her clothes off and has sex right in front of us, and still feel good about myself. The only way to avoid this situation is to not watch TV. We've almost given up on going to movies with real people in them. It's becoming harder and harder to "live in the world and not of the world", and we've had to make some decisions for our family that take us far from fitting in. A child's worst nightmare. There's a fine line between protecting and smothering, and it's important to me that I don't cross that line. I just hope that we can protect our kids the best we can while allowing them to experience the world. Being a parent is scary.

Sunday, July 14, 2013


I've been stockpiling topics to blog on for the past month or two, but then when I get the time I can't remember what I was going to blog about. I will start with this....because it happened recently enough for me to still remember it.

This is Jeff's Pass of all Passes picture. It was taken right after he punched that wall behind him. Not joking. Yesterday we decided to go to Liberty Park. I don't know if that's what it's really called, but I'm talking about that place off the freeway in Lehi with that mountain with people's heads in it. I guess Seven Peaks bought it, so I don't know what it's called now. When we got there it was already about noon, so we only had a couple hours before we had to get home for Grace's nap. The front desk where you pay to get in and get your hand stamped was inside this pretty small building that also had a bunch of arcade games, a few rides, and food. There were so many people packed in there. As soon as we walked in I was hit with this humid body odor. I tried to stop breathing, but I had to eventually. The line to get in looked pretty short, so we got in back and waited while Grace ran around hitting her face into people's butts. After about 20 minutes I noticed that the line wasn't really going anywhere. After about an hour and a half it was our turn. We had printed off our passes, because our cards still hadn't come in the mail. When I handed the papers to the boy at the front desk he looked kind of confused, but started typing some stuff on his computer. He looked through a binder full of what I'm assuming were instructions, and then back to the computer for about 15 more minutes, and then I finally asked him if there was a problem. He said no, and then explained to me what he was doing, which I didn't understand any of. We started talking with the guy behind us who had 3 kids with him, and trying to figure out what was taking so long. Finally I asked the boy behind the desk I could stamp my kids hand, so she could go play while we waited. He gave me his stamp, and I think I stamped every kids hand in that line. I left Jeff and Henry waiting while I took Grace to play and go on some rides. I came back about 20 minutes later, and Henry was screaming, Jeff was pissed and yelling, and the front desk boy was ready to take our pictures. That's when Jeff punched the wall. Later he told me that during all this craziness he handed Henry, screaming his head off to the boy behind the counter hahahaha! I already lost my card, of course, but my picture is almost as good as Jeff's. My hair is matted to my face with sweat, and Henry is in my arms bawling. Pass of all Passes? Not as much favorite.  
In other news: Our A/C is broken. My thighs are stuck together with sweat as I write this. I feel so sorry for Sadie. She is laying on top of the register that is blowing out luke warm air right now. Also, Grace is stocked up on underwear (not panties), and is officially getting rid of her diapers this week. Henry is almost 6 months old, and is sitting up. Can you believe that? Time really does fly. I hate when people say stupid things like that. But it's true. This time next year I won't have any more babies. I mean, until I have another baby. I'm a baby machine. Jeff started his new job about 3 weeks ago. He's now the controller for......I can't even remember what the company is called that he works for. Maybe it's this heat. Well anyway, it's a good job, and he likes it a lot. He works with really cool people that are totally into fitness, and bike and run during work all the time. He doesn't, though, he just eats candy bars. Haha! Ok well that's all for now. I need to go eat some otter pops.

Monday, May 20, 2013

I dislike Cafe Rio

I don't really understand what everyone's obsession with CafĂ© Rio is. I go once in a while, because Jeff likes it, but I would never think to go there on my own. Their counter is too high. Am I the only one that stands on my tip toes to talk to them over the glass barrier? It makes me feel stupid every time. And I'm not that loud of a talker, so they can never hear me. Maybe if they got rid of that stupid glass they wouldn't have to ask me if I want black or pinto 3 times. I also think it's weird that they advertise so much about how they yell there. Like right on the wall it says something like, "Being yelled at never tasted so good." I've never been yelled at there. It kind of reminds me of those people who give themselves nicknames, but are the only ones who use them. Even standing there with my ear right up against the glass, I usually can't hear anything they say to me. I usually just say yes to everything, and sometimes I get what I want. Sometimes I don't. But there's no way I'm going to get back in line for 45 minutes to tell them that. Everything on their menu is the same anyway. Rice, beans, meat, lettuce, pico, tortilla. They'll give it to you in different forms, but essentially it's all the same. Their food is okay, but nothing I get excited about. I kind of think that it's a fad. Like everyone says they love it, because all the cool kids love it. I guess I'm not a cool kid. Anyway, on to more important things. Look at these cute pictures of my kids.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Pictures of Things

I've been so tired lately, and so busy. I'll blog some time, but for now I'm just going to post some pictures. I hope everyone had a good Mother's Day. I love being a mom. Nothing makes me happier than being with my babies. 



Friday, April 19, 2013

She's trixie

I have an update for my last post on Grace's shape box retardation. Today I caught her playing with it when she thought I wasn't looking, and she was putting all the shapes in the right holes, no problem. WTF? Maybe she doesn't think it's cool to be smart.

Also, here are a billion pictures I took of Grace playing in Henry's crib.