Boop. Bip.Weekend!

It was a happenin' weekend for the Fonnesbeck family.

To start out with, Travis got a new job! (wooooo! the crowd goes wild)

Friday Trav and the boys headed to his family's farm to do some work. I had signed up for a sewing class with my Mom on Saturday morning so I stayed home.

Alone on a Friday night, I did what any married mother of two would do.

I went to Barnes & Noble and looked at gossip magazines and interesting books and all the little fun things in the store.

I lounged in their cushy chairs and absorbed the pure, unadulterated silence.

I didn't have to say, "Don't touch!" "SHHH!" or hiss "Brenner where are you?!" in the bookstore. Nope, just me, books, and silence. Joy!

Then I headed to Bajio, since Travis never wants to go there, and ordered the shrimp tacos. Yum. If you haven't tried them, do yourself a favor, and don't even think about ordering just one. To top things off, while I was there I was hit-on and asked for my number, which is always a confidence boost for a girl. I politely told him I was married and made him feel like a total idiot- also refreshing.

Saturday I spent the whole day with my Mom doing fun mother-daughter things. We went to the sewing class, which proved to be very informational. We ate out twice, went to a movie, bought some things, and got some amazing ice cream. To say we had a great time is an understatement.

After 9:00 church, we all took a 2 hour nap. Joy! That never happens.

Then we came up with the brilliant idea to longboard down the hills of Lincoln road. Of course I'm a ninny and wanted to see Travis do it first. He geared up and we headed out. Here are the results:

Brenner was practically having a seizure from excitement and I was practically having a seizure from worry. I kept telling him "Ok please don't break your arms, you start your new job tomorrow. Tuck and roll. Tuck and roll!"

He actually kinda crashed at the bottom, but no harm done besides some grass stains. Again, joy.

Afterwards we went home and cut Drama's hair way too short and now he looks like he should be going to basic training.

Somewhere in the mix, I dropped my third child, also known as my unicorn, white-lightning, or, my iphone. (booo! jeers from the crowd)

The glass shattered, but because of sheer awesomeness and commitment to it's fabulous owner, it is still intact and it still works. We've ordered a replacement for the glass that should be here soon, which brings me to the next event:

Our mailbox got stolen.

Whah?

Yes.

Travis woke up early to go to work and sent me a text that said "Our mailbox is gone."

I had to see it for myself. I should take a picture but I'm too lazy, so I'll describe. We had a plain, black, metal mailbox on a black metal stand. The mailbox was/is anchored in a cedar container full of sand and rocks. So basically... not that cool or special, just your standard boring mailbox. apparently very enticing to ruffians and the like. So the stand is the kind that has two pieces; the bottom piece is anchored to the ground/bucket, and the top piece holds the actual mailbox. So this is what happened: Someone came in the night, lifted the mailbox off the stand, and took off with it. All the other mailboxes on the street were untouched. I feel slightly harassed, but if I knew the hooligans that did it I wouldn't turn them in to the police or anything. My choice for their redemption would be to replace the mailbox and then mow my lawn all summer. Simple.

Oh and on my child-less Friday night I created a tablecloth genius masterpiece, but that's a post for another day.

I hope your weekend was as fabulous and eventful as mine.

Ode to My Late Night Snack

Dear Reese's Puffs,

You look a lot like dog food, and I must admit, when I first saw your brightly colored box, I was revolted. However, I was introduced to your sweet, whole-grain goodness and I will never turn back.

In the morning, I run 4 miles of windy, hill-laden road.

In the afternoon I eat oranges and apples and jump on the trampoline with my boys.

For dinner, I make home-made pizza on the grill, sneaking in veggies and spinach and the like.

In the evening I go to the gym and boss people around, telling them to work out harder, longer, and more effectively.

I do all these things, and then..... after the children are in bed......

I cuddle up to a bowl (or two) of Puffs. Perfect day? Nearly.

Ice cream? No thanks. Candy? Nah.

I'll take my snack with milk, in a bowl, with the largest spoon I can find.

I know you readers are skeptical.

I know.

Try it.

I've already converted a few.....

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.

Check Them Out

Often times (kind of all the time) I wish I could do my wedding over just so I could have

this girl

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!!!!!

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.

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?

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.