Popsicle day

The only time the small one isn't coughing his feet out of his mouth is when he's got popsicle in there.

It's been quite a week for the little man, and after four days of fever, I decided it was high time to take him to the doc.

So I ran my finger through the phonebook/google and decided on the closest clinic to my house that had an available appointment today between 10:00 and 10:30. What? That's not how you found your pediatrician?

Hm.

Well anyway I ended up taking him to a nice lady doctor and I was happy and she was happy and Clary-T was... well... sick, and in fact, has an ear infection and RSV. The prescription? Antibiotics and nap, but not before we got an ice cream cone while we waited for the meds.

In other news, I am not planning on updating the blog with the happenings of the last two months. Too lazy.

BUT.

B requested I take a picture of this today:

And why would I not acquiesce to his request? I would.

Enjoy!

Glam Day

(The above photo has nothing to do with this post but it's funny)

Today, as hubs left for school, I told him "I'm not going anywhere, I might make cupcakes or cookies, and I'm going to look this glamorous ALLLLLL DAY."

I got up and shoveled snow with the boys. Fun, but you know what a beanie does to my luscious locks, and I don't really see the point in showering. (Plus I showered last night after bootcamp- don't even get me started on what a sweat-fest that is)

So. I'm wearing my pajama bottoms and a workout top, and my hair is a rat's nest on my head.

And today with Kenz, Vannah, B, and Drama, we will play, watch movies, and possibly eat cupcakes.

I'm really putting off doing "2010 year in review" post. Maybe tomorrow.

Have a super great weekend.

December 25, 2010

A few weeks before Christmas, in lieu of B talking about Santa, I helped him write a letter. I tried to write everything he said verbatim. The letter included lines like "Santa, I love you. Will you please bring me a bow and arrow... I'll share with my brother, I sure will." among other hilarious and tender sentences. He had finally narrowed down what he wanted and it was a bow and arrow. Because Travis and I have been shot in the face with arrows that have suction cups on the end, we decided to scour the valley for a NERF bow and arrow.

You remember how I feel about NERF?

Yeah.

Nonetheless, I knew the boy had his heart set on a bow and arrow and so we obliged. When he opened it up Christmas morning, I had anticipated an epileptic-seizure-type excitement. Not really the case. He was excited, but more interested in the truck that Drama got. (Of course.) When he got around to trying it out, we discovered the bow shoots the arrow quite far and fast, and especially at point blank range to the face.

Once again, NERF and I have a love/hate relationship.

Earlier in December Travis and I decided that instead of buying presents for one another, we would do a sub-for-santa for someone in need- which we did. I knew in the back of my mind that Travis would probably get me something anyway because he can't resist and he spoils his wife like crazy. I threatened him, telling him not to, but I knew full well I would be getting a surprise. When I walked out to a seafoam-green beach cruiser, I was shocked. It was like my 5th grade dream come true and I think I might have squealed like a 5th grader as well. What a hot-babe cutie pie he is right? I know it.

My sweet mom made a quilt for me this year. And not just any quilt, the cutest snuggliest most amazing quilt ever. I am so excited about it and I love it even more because it was hand-made by her. Here's a little snippet of it and her holding baby Charlie.

I thought I'd throw this next picture in because I think it's really funny. My brothers both got Macbooks for Christmas and this is their "surprise face"

I always feel like a little kid at Christmas. I feel ajuvenile-ish anticipation when it approaches, and get butterflies in my belly for parties, feasts, and presents. I look forward to everything and everyone. Family fights, disaster food, unexpected gifts, and misbehaving children- bring it on, I love every minute of it.

Blogging is...

...so easy to do, but I slack.

This month, since I only blog once a month these days, here is what happened:

Look at those lips. It's not my fault my kids are so freaking adorable! Oh wait, they were grown inside of me so yes it is my fault.

On November 19th, 2010, my baby turned 2. There was much celebration on our part, much crying on B's part, and much cake eaten throughout the weekend.

We had birthday pancakes the morning of, and built forts in the afternoon. Super.

Later on in the month, it snowed buckets of snow! We were all very excited, then I was horrified. No gloves? Check. No hats? Check. Boots too small for B and too big for Drama? You betcha! We made do, and they played in the snow- what a relief.

Then Thanksgiving! We spent the holiday in Southern Utah with the Ballou's and had heaps of fun. In an attempt to make the children look one way and smile, we took about 1000000 photos and hopefully got a good one. Here is a sample of a typical picture:

"Eva, don't stick your tongue out! Clark, look over here, sit down! Brenner, hold Charlie up a little more! Charlie, look cuter (not possible)!"

So there I was, all tucked in bed by 11:30 on Thursday evening, my body working overtime at digestion, when I got a phonecall: "We're at Walmart, Grandma is here, so rally!" What was I to do? Rally of course. You don't want to miss Grandma Green shopping at midnight right? Hoodie, pajama pants, TOMS, and Cindy-Lou Who hair is the perfect outfit for Walmart midnight black Friday madness. We came, we saw, we conquered. Jana+Sarah+Blake+Tanner+Grandma Green+me+28383747 people+3948239482 shopping carts= fun.

I have much to be thankful for and although I try hard not to be serious on this blog, I want to say that I love my family and extended family so very much. I am grateful that I married in to such an amazing family as well, and I always feel so welcome and loved by them.

Thanks for the laughs Thanksgiving 2010. Hellooooooooo December!

Halloweener

I just ate 4 "fun-size" candy bars in a row. Wrappers are sitting here by the side of my computer and I'm wondering where they went. I can't imagine why I'm not skinny.

Moving on.

This year Halloween was not the relaxed "Guess what you're going to be for Halloween?!" No, instead it was "Mom, I want to be____" (Insert hard to make and complicated costume)

For some insane reason, I felt that a good Mom has to physically make the costume. By 5:00 P.M. Monday I had definitely had enough and the whole "home-made pirate costumes" idea was thrown out. My Mom, in her infinite wisdom said to me, "You know, you're still a great Mom if you go and buy a costume. You don't HAVE to make it by hand..."

Just what I needed to hear. We were off to a Halloween boutique shortly thereafter.

Amidst the slut-o-ween costumes and crap, B found a "Knight in Shining Armor" costume which included a breast-plate, a sword and sheath, a shield, and helmet. Perf. Throw on some grey sweats underneath- done and done. It wasn't until we got to the car that I thought about B taking a sword to preschool that Thursday for the Halloween party. Yikes right? You know him right?

Keh.

So after some extreme coercion/bribing, he agreed to be a weaponless cowboy for preschool and a knight for trick-or-treating. Phewf.

On to Drama.

When B was 18 months I bought an adorable skunk costume online but it was accidentally dropped at my neighbor's house by the UPS man the day before Halloween, and she brought it over the day after Halloween. Devastation ensued. Nonetheless, I had a skunk costume that barely fit Drama and he was taken care of.

I didn't get any pictures of Drama in his skunk costume or B in his Knight get-up, but here is the cutest cowboy ever:

Happy Halloween, so glad it's over.

Updates

Once again I'm behind and a lot has happened so I'll update in pictures because it's probably better for you to see pictures than for me to sit and type a lot of words.

We went to the circus! My mom and her hubby took us to the Ringling Circus and it was a total blast. The show was amazing and B and Drama thought it was top-notch. Of course, Grandma and Papa had to buy them every bazillion dollar snowcone, cotton candy, hot dog, and licorice that came by, culminating with the purchase of this beautiful sword for B. He adores it, I have a love/hate relationship with it.

We decided to ride TRAX to get to the show, which was a great choice and the boys thought that was better than a bowl of jelly beans left on the floor.

Ok I had to put this picture in because it's one of the rare instances that I have both eyes open, the light is good, and I don't look like a huge dork. Who cares what the kid looks like right?

Then....

Chuck was born! We traveled to Boise to see the new baby boy of my super-hero sister in law Nicky. I think my brother Eric had something to do with the new baby too. His name is Charles and he's so cute and squeaky and we luuurve him. Nicky is like a birthing goddess, sincerely. She was wearing pre-prego pants and nursing that baby like it was no sweat at all.

We also took the boys which was a little crazay but they had fun with Eva. This picture is so great because it seems like they are all looking at me when in reality, Eric and Nicky's TV is mounted high above the mantle and they are watching a movie.

Tricky.

More haps in September included my first root canal (YIKES, I blame RAGNAR) my birthday, and other outdoor fun in the best month of the whole year.

I'm also going to do a plug to win this Madsen bike because it's so very awesome. Click on the link and check it out.

I'm sure I would look just like this girl if I had this bike, and my boys would sit happily strapped in the bucket, smiling with their arms securely folded.

Life's Cliches Coming True

B on his first day of preschool.

It's a little unnerving when the things you always hear people say actually start to happen to you.

Things like "Your kids will learn which buttons to push and then they'll smash the buttons to pieces." People say things like that when you're in your weakest moments at the grocery store and your kids are being savages and you're about to do one of two things: rip your hair out or rip open a bag of M&M's to pacify the beasts.

Tuesday another one of those things happened to me. The inevitable "They grow up so fast! One day you're changing a newborn diaper and the next you're sending them to school!"

It's insanity. Insanity I tell you. The years go by and although B is only 4, I feel like he is changing and growing without my knowledge or consent.

Tuesday was his first day of preschool, and after donning some new school clothes and his brand-new "Buzz n' Woody pack pack" he was off to un-mothered territory. Frightening and happy at the same time for his parents. Absolutely thrilling for him.

As for all those things people say, I'll take them one day at a time.