Sunday, June 24, 2012

Happy Birthday Dax!!!!

Three years ago (yesterday) we welcomed the sweetest little guy into our family.  Dax was seriously the best baby anyone could dream of.  Happy all the time and rarely cried. Then he turned 2.  I don't know what happened but man he has been full of mischief ever since then.  He is the kid that can get away with whatever he wants because he has such a cute face and smile.  Those big blue eyes get me every time.  Love you dax man.  You have made the last three years better than I can describe. 

Thanks grandma squeaker for the Thomas cake (nate's mom really should go into business).  He loved it and is still talking about it.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Splish Splash

Why does the weather hate us?  I swear every time we try to go do something fun the weather stinks.  I took the kiddos down to Salt Lake to go swimming with their cousin Elle on Friday and the darn wind was terrible.  Oh well, the kids didn't seem to notice, except elle and her lips were literally purple.  

One of these days I will get over the fact that I absolutely hate swimming and actually get in with my kids instead of handing them off to other people then sit on the side and take pictures.  There is just something really nasty about being in water that is filled with other peoples stuff.....spit, pee, hair, who knows what else.  That just does not seem like a good time to me.  Plus I have to have a bit more self esteem to get in a swimsuit next to amanda.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Clear Creek here we come

I decided I was going to be brave and attempt a camping trip with a hubby on crutches, a 2 year old who has great hearing until the word "no" is said then seems to not be able to hear a thing, an 8 month old who is into everything, plus two more kiddos thrown in there somewhere.  I only have one thing to say about that,  WHAT THE H-E-double hockey sticks was I thinking?

My family was going camping out to Clear Creek and asked if we wanted to tag along.  So me being the super awesome person that I am agreed to take the boys out for a couple of nights even though Nate is on crutches and can't help do a thing right now.  No biggie right?  Sure.  Something like that.  We went on Friday and it was great.  Got the tent set up -that's right, we're hardcore- who needs a trailer anyway? Then I never stopped getting something for someone relaxed the rest of the night.  

The kids hit the creek as soon as we got there.  I asked them not to get wet because I didn't have any clothes to change them into if they did.  The clothes were with Nate in the other vehicle and he didn't show up until 7 that night.  Anyway Dilon fell in as soon as his foot hit the first rock, gus must have been as scared of fish as he is of cows because he didn't spend much time by the creek, and remember dax doesn't hear the word no so when I would say "no, don't go in there" that must have translated to "go ahead and dive in head first, you'll be fine".  So he got a bit wet, got cold, no clothes to change into and then it cooled down.  Here is what he ended up looking like.

Who needs a girl when you can just dress your boys in girl clothes?  Nate is totally fine with that.

Dilon and Kelton decided to go for  a bike ride....... down a hill.  This was the end result of that

Grif spent a lot of time hanging out or "helping" Steph in her trailor

Baylor kept getting quarantined to his playpen (until steph would take pity on him and pay him some attention)

I guess I shouldn't be too hard on Nate not being able to do anything.  He did cook breakfast for us
Grandpa and Jami spent a good amount of time entertaining the kiddos as well

 There was a lot of fishing, a lot of screaming, a lot of running, a lot of eating crap (you do understand that no one actually ate crap, right?  Well maybe I shouldn't say that you never know what grif puts in his mouth.  Crap=junk food), a lot of crazy weather, a lot of work for me, but mostly a lot of fun for the kiddos.


Mother nature decided to unleash all her evilness and it turned freezing cold.  Remember earlier when I said we were hardcore and didn't need a trailer.  We were tough enough to tent it.  Well I was not feeling so tough the first night.  I FROZE!  When I wasn't worried about being eaten by a bear I was freezing.  In fact, I'm pretty sure my chattering teeth scared any vicious animal (or crazy killer wood people) away.  Saturday we experienced wind, rain, hail, and SNOW.   That's right.  It snowed on our June camping trip.  BOO!  We decided it was just not worth trying to pretend we were tough so we packed up and left after dinner.  I don't think the boys even noticed it was cold.  They were bummed we had to leave.

All that work and we only lasted a day and a half.  There's always next year.

**We missed you mikey, mandy and elle

Thursday, June 7, 2012


When I was going through dilon's backpack (am I the only one who thinks of dora when backpack is said?) on the last day of school I found a paper that I guess he wrote for me on Mothers Day.  Wonder why it never got delivered.  I thought it was very well written.  Mostly because it's all about moi ( I totally had to look that up, it was so not spelled how I thought it would be.  Guess I should have taken a french class or two. Also, I am really not in love with myself.  I was just kidding that I loved it being all about me--well mostly kidding).  Anyway, here it is:

M-ost awesome (he nailed that right on the head but did bill and ted pop into anyone's head besides mine?)
O-n track always (oh boy does he have a lot to learn)
T-houghtful (I guess at times)
H-ave fun with her (doesn't everybody?)
E-xiting (I hope he meant exciting, i'm not planning on going anywhere)
R-eally good at throwing (it's all those push ups I do every day)

You would think out of everything I would be happiest with "most awesome" or even "thoughtful".  But nope, my favorite was "really good at throwing".  That's right, I totally rock at throwing.  Any of you that I may have played cornhole with actually know the truth but who cares.  My kid thinks I am awesome at throwing a football and that's really all that matters.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Look what I found today

About 8 months ago (Sept. 27, 2011 if you want to be exact) my world was spinning around me.  The life flight people showed up at the hospital to take Baylor away and all they left me with was this t-shirt.  I didn't want a consolation prize, I wanted my baby.  I found it today tucked away in his closet and it made my heart hurt.  I still can't think about any of that without getting all choked up.  Then I look at this picture and know that everything is okay.  I am so grateful that he won't remember a thing about it.  Doesn't he look cute in his $14,000 t-shirt? 

On a side note, the little stinker crawled up the stairs today by himself.  He can't be that big yet.