Tuesday, March 31, 2009
"Mom, mom, come see where my underwear is!"
Hmmm, sounded quite questionable and concerning - seeing as he was running around naked (as well as Jonas). But when I looked at the pointed spot, I was no longer concerned. For this is what I saw:
And, knowing he has my G-side of the family genes in him, I thought,
"Genetics at play here."
You see, when I was a youngin', we would (we including my sister and wonderful cousins Melissa, Kristen, and Steven) throw our underwear (not the ones we were wearing that day, however) on our walls in our big entry-way. The walls were textured and so things could get stuck on them. Things like underwear of course. It was a pretty fun game back then. I miss it. So that is why I am glad to see Miles carrying on the tradition - all on his own.
Apparently his underwear was not in his jeans, though.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
So yesterday was a good day. A really good day in fact. Simple, yet great.
So here are some pics of the fun things I got/we made for my birthday:
The daisy room is complete! Yippee. The white framed thing is what we finished up for my birthday. It is a pegboard wall so I can frame and hang our children's art work. LOVE IT. We love this room as it is so bright and sunny.We made this chalkboard as well. LOVE IT, too.
This is the vinyl decal my mom bought for me - picked out by me. I LOVE IT. It's different and unique, and, yes, some people might think it weird. But I like it. It's in our dining room and the colors are perfect.
Friday, March 27, 2009
But my birthday has already started good. I went on a chilly 16-degree run with freshly fallen snow. And, truthfully, running in this type of weather is much more to my liking than running in 75-degree sunny weather. Weird I am.
So here's to a chilly stay-inside birthday.
p.s. i just took this photo this morning. i love the battle of Winter vs. Spring. it's always so beautiful.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
We stopped about 30 minutes outside of Moab - on our trip over. Here were some of the first looks at the neat, red cliffs towering over us.
Cool kid #1.
Cool kid #2.
Then we drove to our "cabin." It was as a hostel and was ummm pretty ghetto. Ben was a little leary of our room, but I wasn't. It was just what I expected. The whole area, though, of where we stayed was a little sketchy. But it was about 1/5th (literally) of the price of what everyone else had to pay - so frankly I felt lucky to have found this place (thanks to my sis Erin).
The children's innocence was so darn sweet as they just LOVED our "new home." LOVED it. Miles was super excited about it all, even asking me, "Mom don't you love the checkered curtains?" "Of course honey." So here our some shots of Home Sweet Home in Moab:
Christmas lights under the top bed! Sweet. My kids were hooked.
I guess the lights were a little too bright for Emmy, though.
That night we just hung out there at the cabin, ate dinner at Hogi Yogi (no crowd at all there), then came back and put Emmy to bed. Then the 4 of us watched the new "Charlottes' Web" on our car-DVD player. It was fun.
Saturday morning we got up and drove me to the bus-shuttle area and dropped me off. Ben wished me to find a friend - ha, I only knew of 2 friends running this race and since there were 5,000 runners, the chances were slim. But lo and behold one of my friends got on my bus! So we sat on the bus together and then chatted at the starting line for about 2 hours before the race. I was so glad that I found Michelle and it was great visiting with her (we went to nursing school together).
While I was doing this the kids went to some parks:
But the real reason they were there in Moab:
to watch me run.
The reason I was there: to run the Canyonland's Half Marathon. It was a pretty great race - until about mile 11. Then I was tired. I don't get along much with the Noon-Day Sun and he was out in all his glory. But it was a beautiful race. But not quite the downhill I expected nor was told. :) I mean, come on. There was about 400 feet of decline in elevation and about 320 feet of incline. Really, a net loss of about 80 feet. Sorry, that is not downhill to me. :) But whatever. I finished. In 2:03. (Barely) less than half of my marathon time 8 years ago - so that was good enough for me.
I didn't feel too grand afterwards and had to sit just about every minute. After standing for one minute, everything around me started turning white. Weird and annoying.
We went back to our Cabin, got lunch, then Emmy and I napped - while the boys went hiking on Slick Rock. Miles had been waiting to do this since we left for Moab. They had a great time! Such cute little hikers. . .
Miles had to tell Everyone that they had gone hiking in a "real desert." And that they saw a lizard ("well I didn't see it, but Jonas and daddy did."), a real cactus, and a broken car. Very cool.
Then they came back and picked up us gals. We went into town and got an Italian Soda. Yum:
After that we just walked up and down Main Street. I ran into a gal that went to high school with me. As well as I boy from my BYU ward that I went out with a couple of times. Crazy. Emmy had to throw a few fits while out 'n about, though. She doesn't care where she is, she can throw a fit or a pout anywhere! Proof:
Proof #1. Mad that I wouldn't let her run down the "ramp" into on-coming traffic. I'm such a mean mommy.
Proof #2. Sometimes her tantrums are real quiet ones. She just gets mad (I don't know why she was mad here) and goes somewhere and lays herself down. Funny girl.
It was a fun trip. At the end of the 1/2 I felt like it would probably be my last. 3 kids and 3 1/2 marathons. A 1/2 for each kid.
So this one just might be my last. Or it might not. . .
Friday, March 20, 2009
The side of our home.
And the back.
Friday, March 13, 2009
The boys' closet.
The master's room closet - Ben's half is on the other side. Then you go through my clothes and get this:The picture doesn't do it justice. But there are about 4 of these "steps" for more storage. (Isn't this a pretty post?)
A closet at the top of our stairs.
Then we have a real-live Harry Potter Closet. It goes under the stairs. It was so hard to get a good picture of the closet, but here it is:
The door to the HPC.
You walk in and have some space, then go through the white door-jam to our coats and hats. Turn the corner and voila:More storage. Then turn right again and enter the space under the stairs:This is actually quite a large space and goes back a few more feet behind our coats.
(sorry, what a lame and boring post. i'm not even done. . .)
Now for the vents. Lucky for you I didn't take a picture of every vent in our home. But the vents are significant. For one thing, they are actually on the floor. The last 2 (cold) homes we have lived in have had the vents on the ceilings - hello, heat rises. Not so efficient. But on the floor is so nice and warm. And F.U.N.
The boys and Emmy love standing over them when they are blowing and getting warm and having their hair blow all over. And it is so fun to make things fly. Like birthday balloons and crepe paper:Who needs TV when you got this sort of entertainment?
Here it comes! (It referring to the flying red crepe paper of course.)
The end of a going-no-where post.