Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Cowboy Day

Today B had a healthy obsession with cowboy gear.
He found his gun.
He found his holster.
He grabbed his cowboy hat.
He woke up Drama with all his whooping and hollering.

There were tears from the one who was disturbed from a deep slumber.
There was weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth as the older cowboy tried to force a hat on the young one's head.


There was much rejoicing when Mom suggested we go eat cheesers and strawberries for lunch.



Before the exit into the dining area, the cowboy busted one last cap in Mom's face, followed by a time out for pointing guns at people.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Check Them Out

Often times (kind of all the time) I wish I could do my wedding over just so I could have
do my photography. I'm not saying my photographer wasn't wonderful, she was. (And she darn well should have been with her price tag) but Tonya is AMAZING.
Seriously.
Sadly, she moved to New Mexico and I don't see her very much. However, if you have a wedding coming up, senior pictures, or you just want some family photos, give her a buzz, I promise you won't be let down. Go to her website and check out the gallery, you'll be there a while just oogling over her work.
Also, her sister is starting to delve into the amazing art of photography and she is located right in Salt Lake City! So give Brenda a holler as well.

And tell them both that Em sent you.

P.S. I ran 5 miles Saturday at a pretty good clip AND not only did I survive, it was a great run and I'm not sore. WAHOOOO!!!!!

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

A Clarky Story

Clark
11:47 a.m.
today.



Ahhh. I can't believe how Mom is letting me drink juice all day for the last two days. What a fool.


What's this? Oh she thought she could hide her phone from me huh? Let's see what this baby can handle.
Don't mind if I do.



Now who should I call..... How about Annette? No... how about Mom's OBGYN. Yeah, good one.


Hm, no answer. I'll just put this back where it was. She'll never know the difference.


Oh, hi Mom.

P.S. Brenner has croup, and we all have colds, and I have a giant cold-sore on my face. Yay.






Thursday, March 4, 2010

Today

(This picture has nothing to do with the post, I just really love my yellow tights)

Today I lost my iphone. I went out to put the boys in the stroller to take a run and somewhere in between setting it on the BOB and running back inside for gloves, it vanished. I do know it's somewhere in the stroller or garage, because I heard the "text message jingle" I have looked and looked but not gone into complete panic mode yet.

Today I am going to work again. I got a little gig as a personal trainer at our local gym. This presents a few problems for me:
1. Personal trainers get more clients if they look really svelte and tanned and toned. Check me off all of those things. I'm working on it.
2. There are a lot of "Idaho-style Guidos" working out at the gym. You know, juice heads that work out in jeans and CANNOT take their eyes of themselves in the mirror while working out. I'm praying none of them ever want a session with me, but if so, we'll work out so they have to face me instead of their veiney-armed selves.
3. I need more workout clothes- not to work out in, but to stand there and boss my clients around. Usually I would jump at the chance, but I have a specific color scheme I am required to wear that is definitely not my fav.

Today I ate Wheat Chex with vanilla soy milk. Try it before you judge. I can't get enough of it.

Today I am going to eat healthier- I promise.

Today I AM going to clean my bathroom, which is long since overdue.

Today I really love an ice cold, sweaty can of Diet Coke. I drink the caffeine free variety because the other makes me jittery and sleepless. I love it on ice and could drink a lot during the course of the day. However, on the rare occasion that I buy a 12-pack, I savor my one can per day. I know, I know, I'm running and training and personal training as well, but hey, at least it's not vodka right?

How about you today?

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Da Boyeeez

This morning when Brenner woke up and requested my presence in bed, I wondered if I would remember how these mornings went. So I decided to snap a couple of pictures and blog about my boys.

Clark


Loves putting anything on his head. Clothes, books, and yes, even hats.
Loves chewing on NERF darts and walks around with them hanging out of his mouth like a stoagie.
Is a walking fool now.
Loves. Oranges.
Likes brushing his teeth.
Likes to climb up on the kitchen table and chairs and mess with things up there or turn lights on and off (he's doing it right now)
Cannot get off chairs or table by himself so he just sits down and yells until I come to rescue him.
Doesn't talk much but seems to have a lot to say.
Has little or no interest in watching a movie with B.
Has a huge belly and skinny little arms and legs- he's my little toad.
Still takes two naps a day and sleeps relatively well at night.
Has 11 teeth.
Eats almost everything like a savage little vacuum cleaner.
Loves a good snuggle.


Brenner


Still adores a good book.
Loves NERF guns.
Wakes up and if i'm not in bed, yells for me to come "sweep with me a wittle bit" and freaks out if I can't/won't.
Is becoming long and lean, no longer a toddler bod.
Pees in the toilet, standing up, and hardly ever misses- hey it's a big deal.
Loves his rocket-ship PJ's.
Is a human GPS.
Loves music and memorizes songs really fast.
Is totally obsessed with Flicka and Thunderhead, son of Flicka.
Is a huge breakfast person (he ate a whole bowl of oatmeal, two eggs, and milk this morning)
Becoming picky with other foods and literally gags if I try to make him taste something he doesn't want.
Tells a great bedtime story.
Loves routine, and knows ours well.
Likes to carry around a particular animal. Right now it's a white horse his Dad bought for him that closely resembles Thunderhead.
Loves a good snuggle.


As I watched the Olympics this weekend, I almost cried every time I saw those "Olympic Mom" commercials. You know the ones. It's pretty amazing how our kids can grow up to be anything. Who knows, I might have served oatmeal to an Olympic athlete, a movie star, or a nuclear physicist this morning. Kind of exciting.