The Shill Spill

Ode To Summer...

2008-10-08T13:19:00.001-07:00

As the weather is slowly changing from green to yellow, orange, and red...I am reminded of all of my favorites from the summer.

Let's reminisce, shall we!?

1. "Go away bee! Sting us every day!"

We had quite a few bees around the premises this summer. We had our fair share of picnics, Popsicles, and ice cream from the ice cream man, (who apparently lives in Holliday), out on the front lawn. Because of all the bees swarming with all the sweet smells...I often heard Jake's favorite words to chant this summer: "Go away bee! Sting us every day!" Whatever that means, I am not sure! But it sure is catchy! I often find myself chanting that exact phrase when I see a bee now.

2. Slip Sliding

Carson can't get enough of the neighbors 'Little Tykes' slide. (And neither can the rest of the neighborhood!) I think Carson's favorite thing to do this summer was slide down that slide. Every time he wants to go outside, he says: "Slide!" (When this word is spoken, I then know that Carson is longing to be outside playing to his little hearts content.)

3. Helmet Head

From day one of warm weather Jake has had the desire to wear his helmet non-stop! Even if it's 100 degrees outside, and his head is dripping with sweat. I think at first it was mostly because he didn't know how to take on and off his helmet...and because he wanted to be able to ride his bike without having to take the time to put it on. But, now he is a pro at removing and replacing his helmet...and I don't even have to remind him (most times) to wear his helmet when riding his bike. Looooooooooooove it!

4. Warm weather = Cool water
We will definitely miss the opportunities that present themselves to enjoy the cool water in the heat of the day. We had the opportunities to play on slip n' slides, run through sprinklers, have water fights with the hose/water guns/spray bottles, and a dip or two into a few pools around the neighborhood. Gone are the days of summer time splashing fun.

With all of this said...I know in time we'll have these opportunities once again. But, until then - farewell! We shall miss you!

Knock! Knock!

Who is it?

Oh! Hello Autumn!

Itty Bitty Football...

2008-10-04T08:26:00.000-07:00

Just this week Jake started Itty Bitty Football at the local recreation center. He has really enjoyed going and meeting new friends. In fact, he's pretty sure that one of the kids on his team goes by the name of 'Rock'. (And he thinks that is pretty darn cool.) Although, I really think his friends name is something more like 'Brock', but I can't be sure, because I am on the sidelines watching.
The first day he found out he was on the 'Packers' team, and really enjoyed playing hot potato, and throwing and catching the football during the stations. Here's one of the stations he went to on the second day. They had to try to hit the targets on the wall with the football. (Jake is the second from the left...looking the other direction.)

Here Jake is ready to kick the football.

Yesterday Aaron took Jake to football for picture day. He got his first Itty Bitty Football shirt, and even got tackled...on accident. (Even though Jake thinks the kid who tackled him actually hit him, instead of tackled him.) He caught a bit of the action in a few pictures. (Sorry it's blurry.) Jake is the one with the football clutched in his arms in the center of the picture, and the boy he probably ran into...instead of the other way around....being tackled.

It's so fun to have Jake out enjoying his time as an 'itty bitty' football player for a few days. Every day he wakes up and either asks if it's a school day or football day. He just thrives in these structured environments. (Which I love to see!)

Barbie Me...

2008-09-19T15:10:00.001-07:00

This is too funny! (Once again...blog stalking!) I found this entry and had to add it to my own. :) I have no clue if this is real or not, but...it's funny! Take a look!

Mattel recently announced the creation of a limited line of custom-made Barbie dolls specifically made for the SALT LAKE CITYmarket:

(Just remember...I'm from Rose Park...and I am not a stereotype...so, I know this in no way represents most of the population!)

'ParkCity Barbie' She comes with an assortment of Kate Spade Handbags, a Lexus SUV, a long-haired foreign dog named Honey, and a four million dollar home. Available with or without tummy tuck and face lift. Workaholic, ex-model Ken sold only in conjunction with the augmented version ofBarbie.

'Draper Barbie' The modern day home-maker Barbie is available with Ford Windstar Minivan andmatching Juicy Couture gym outfit. She gets lost easily, has no full-time occupation, and her favorite hobby is taking crafting classes at the Quilted Bear. Traffic jamming cell phone/Blackberry sold separately.

'Kearns Barbie' This recently paroled Barbie comes with a 9mm handgun, an OJ Simpson knife, a 1995 Chevy Silverado with dark tinted windows, and a Meth Lab Kit. This model is only available after dark and must be paid for in cash (preferably small, untraceable bills) unless you are a cop, then we don't know what you are talking about.

'CottonwoodHeights Barbie' This yuppie Barbie comes with your choice of a black BMW convertible or black Hummer H2. Included are her own Starbucks cup, platinum credit card and country club membership. Also available for this set are Shallow Ken and Private School Skipper. You won't be able to affordany of them.
'WestValley Barbie'This pale model comes dressed in her own Wrangler jeans two sizes too small, a NASCAR t-shirt and Tweety Bird tattoo on her shoulder. She has a six-pack of Bud Light and a Toby Keith CD set. She can spit over 5 feet and kick mullet-haired Ken's butt when she is drunk. Purchase her pickup truck separately, and get a confederate flag bumpersticker absolutely FREE!
'EmigrationCanyon Barbie' Thisc ollagen injected, practically plastic Barbie wears leopard print leggingsand your choice of tops from Bebe at the Gateway. She drinks cosmopolitans and serves hot hors d'ourves while entertaining her attorney friends.Percocet prescription available, as well as newly built high-rise condo. Charcoal gray Range Rover sold separately.
'Magna Barbie' This tobacco-chewing, brassy-haired Barbie has a pair of her own high-heeled sandals with one broken heel from the time she chased beer-gutted Ken out of RosePark Barbie's house. Her ensemble includes low-rise acid-washed jeans, LeePress-On nails and a see-through halter top. Also available with a mobile home,furnished entirely by Furniture Warehouse on Road Redwood.
'The Avenues Barbie' This doll is made of actual tofu. She has long straight brown hair, arch-less feet, hairy armpits, no makeup, granny glasses and Birkenstocks with whitesocks. She prefers that you call her Willow.She does not want or need a Ken doll, but if you purchase two Avenues Barbies and the optional Subaru wagon, you get a rainbow flag bumper sticker for free.
'Rose Park Barbie' This Barbie now comes with a stroller and 2 infant dolls. Optional accessories include an oversized NFL Team shirt, GED and a UTA bus pass. White boy GangstaKen and his 1979 low-rider Caddy were available, but are now very difficult to find since the addition of the infant.
'Provo Barbie' This celestially beautiful Barbie comes complete with skirt and sweater set from Talbots, modest heels and a Sandra Dee hair-do.Optional accessories include GMC Suburban with seating for twelve, Amway Double-Diamond Dealer benefits card, and a laminated temple recommend. Elder's Quorum President Ken sold separately, along with children KenJr. and Skipper (children sold only in bulk packs of 8 or 10).

Scavenger Hunt

2008-09-19T15:10:00.000-07:00

I was totally blog stalking and found this on a friend's relatives blog. :) (I know, I'm weird...but I thought it was sooooooooo fun to look at!)
Here is what you do:
Type in the answers from the survey on Google images and pick a picture from the first three pages. What are you waiting for? Go ahead, try it!

First Name- Tiffany -- (Tiffany Co. Box)

Middle Name- Lynn -- (Loretta Lynn - Old time Country singer.)

Last Name- Shill -- (A painting done by my brother-in-law, Chris...The Ar-teest!)

Age- 28 -- (Cannon lens...called '28')

Favorite Vacation Spot- Grandma and Grandpa's house (Idaho) -- (Little Red Riding Hood)
College Degree- Family and Human Development

Where I Grew up- Salt Lake City, Utah (Rose Park)
Where I live right now- Lehi, Utah -- (Lehi Roller Mills)

Past Pet(s)- My Dog, Dolly -- (Cloning Sheep- Dolly)

First Job- Kids Count Day Care

Best Friend- Aaron -- (Hank Aaron baseball)

Favorite Color- Purple (Flowers)

What I am doing right now- Blogging

Play, Play, Play...

2008-09-16T07:00:00.000-07:00

This last week I have had MANY opportunities to enjoy a few 'plays.' (Yep, that's right, we're going to have a 'play' on words entry today! So, settle in...and enjoy!)

'Play' #1
It all started last Thursday night when I had the opportunity to go to the Hale Center Theater with Aaron and enjoy one of my last two plays of the season -- "The Hasty Heart." If you want a good review of this play...go to my friends website and read all about it. (Thanks Ria!) It was nice to get away with Aaron, and enjoy a funny, sad, intense, full of heart -- all rolled into one -- type of play. (Thanks Aaron!)

'Play' #2
Then on Saturday afternoon we were invited to enjoy many amazing 'plays' at the BYU game in a Loge. (This means were invited to dine on Tucano's food, taste yummy snacks and drinks, enjoy an air conditioned room, and sit in some of the best seats in the house.) I am pretty sure I've never been so spoiled during a football game before in my life...and I'm not sure I'll ever be again. I did miss having all the wonderful smells and loudness of the environment of a regular seated football game though. But, having such a treat once in a lifetime is definitely worth it. I highly recommend it. (Thanks Joe!)

'Play' #3

That night Aaron took me to one of my most favorite bands. COLORS! (In celebration of our 6 year anniversary!) Aaaaahhhhhh! Looooooove them! I think this was the 8th or 9th concert I have been able to see them 'play' in. Not only do these guys have good, clean music to listen to...but they play on a lot of my senses and memories from the past. They have definitely influenced me! Even though a few of the memories I have with their music incorporated aren't 'great' -- they are definitely a part of who I am...and I appreciate that! The rest are just plain FANTASTIC! (Thanks be given to Tia here for introducing them to me!)

'Play' #4
And on Sunday and Monday night we did lots of 'playing' with family -- to celebrate Carson's 2nd birthday! Sunday night we went to my parents home and had some of the best spaghetti ever! (Thank to my mom...and grandma Williams' recipe.) Monday night we had pizza with Aaron's parents and brother and sister-in-law. Carson and Jake have been able to enjoy lots of new toys these last two days...thanks to Aunts, Uncles, Grandmas, and Grandpas.

So...with all the playing that's been going on around here...it's now time to recover and just enjoy all the kindness given to us these last 5 days. Thank you for letting us 'play'! :)

Where Were You When You Heard?...

2008-09-11T15:33:00.001-07:00

Where were you on the morning of September 11th, when you heard the news?

I was at Utah State University.

I had just sat down in my Research Methods class at 7 a.m., and our professor came in the classroom and asked us if we had heard the news. (Of course, I had not.)

In my confusion and disarray, we were released 20 minutes later to get together as groups and work on our research projects. I remember all of us fumbling in disbelief to the library and trying very hard to get on the computers (which we were not supposed to use for the Internet) and find out more of the story. Of course, the Internet was jammed with users, thus leaving us in further confusion and unknowing. So, naturally, instead of researching, we went and found ourselves a TV in the commons area of the Tagert Student Center (fondly known as the TSC). There I stood for almost an hour listening to the TV reporters, as well as all of those around me with processed thoughts...that I did not yet have.

Later that day I remember my dad calling me at my apartment, asking me if I was okay. He was in Arizona on business, and could not get home. (I think he ended up renting a car, and driving home.)

That night school work was the furthest thing from my mind. As I sat in my apartment living room watching our tiny TV, and then making our way to the neighbors home, who had Cable, to watch and hear President Hinckley share a message of hope and encouragement to everyone.

Wow! What a day...to say the least.

All I have to say now?

God Bless America...and all those men and woman who serve our country so faithfully! My life is yours!

Where were you?

It All Adds Up...

2008-09-10T10:57:00.000-07:00

Isn't it funny that just when you think you are frozen in a good place in time...things change with just the blink of an eye? For example: This past week I just started thinking that I was enjoying the stages my children were in, especially since Carson wasn't quite two and engrossed in any tantrums yet, and Jake was starting to understand just a bit more how mom functions...and trying hard to keep me happy.

Then I realize..."Oh no....all of this 'goodness' just means change is coming. So, I start thinking about what changes are coming, and this is what I came up with.

1. We just finished our last gallon of whole milk. Now that Carson is almost two, I will no longer be spending the extra money to fill him full of calories.

2. Carson, my baby, is turning 2 in less than a week. So, not only is my baby no longer a baby, he is already starting to show his 'two-year-old' side. Yes, that's right! The tantrums, excessive pouting, and crying over nothing at all - has already started. I can't believe it! Not to mention... he and his brother know how to torture one another to no end. He is loosing that sweet sensitivity and becoming more and more aggressive. Probably thanks to his brother. (Right now he is pumping his fists out in front of him...like he is punching...and saying "pa pa pa.")

3. Monday night for FHE we talked about how it is important to read our scriptures each night, and then we read from 3 Nephi, talking about when Jesus blesses the children. After that we had Aaron give Jake his first father's blessing in preparation for school. What a big moment for me. It made me a little teary eyed to see just how grown up Jake is getting and see him sit so still, with his eyes shut and arms folded so tightly. (Even if he didn't listen because he was focusing so hard on the 'right' thing to do.)

4. Jake started his last year of preschool. (Yesterday!) Which, by the way, isn't a bad thing...but just one more thing to remind me that he will just keep getting bigger, and moving on to new things...more often than I am ready for.

Here's Jake on his first day of school. He had a grand time with Chase, Abby, Mattie, Isaac, and Natalie. He's also pretty excited about his teacher, Ms. Tanya! In fact, we ran in to Isaac and his family last night at McDonald's, and Jake is pretty sure Isaac is his new best friend. (I have lost count of how many 'best' friends he now has.)
So, pretty much, this all adds up to a bunch of little, yet significant changes at our house. Some day my children won't be so small...and they'll be asking to things like borrow the keys to the car, or stay out past curfew. *Phew!* Glad I'm not THERE yet! For now I'll just try to enjoy, remember, and cherish these pure and innocent faces.

Two-Wheelin' It...

2008-09-08T14:02:00.000-07:00

We've reached another milestone in Jake's life. Just last week Jake and a few of his friends decided to take off on their bikes without training wheels. (Minus Jake, because he doesn't have a small enough bike to use...so he uses the neighbors. Thus, the pink and purple colors. Good thing he doesn't mind.) Thanks Jenn...and Juli!

Plus, they have had a really good teacher and example of how to ride a two-wheeler by a cute little three-year-old girl in the neighborhood. Thanks Laura! And, because Laura had such a 'cool' bike with no training wheels, they all had to practice on it. (I have no pictures of this practicing, sorry.)
Sad thing: I didn't even help him learn. He did it all by himself, without any help from me. (I think his friend, Lia, helped him learn how to ride her little sister's two-wheeler before I even realized it.)

Happy thing: Jake learned how to ride a two-wheeler long before I thought he was ready. How impressed am I right now? Very!

Anyhow, now Jake can ride a bike with no training wheels, and you know what? Jake absolutely loves it! He can't get enough. Every morning, at the crack of dawn, Jake asks if he can go outside and ride his 'two-wheeler.' No joke! That's exactly what he calls it. It is such a novel thing for him right now. Good thing summer weather isn't exactly gone for the year.

Who knows, maybe next year he'll be able to ride his own bike again...with no training wheels.

Check out the crew!

*I mention in the video that Laura took her training wheels off yesterday, along with the other four. But, in all actuality, she is the one that inspired the others to move up in the world. She has had her training wheels off for almost the entire summer.

Have You Heard?...

2008-09-04T06:57:00.000-07:00

Last night Aaron asked me if I had heard the news. I wasn't sure what he was talking about, mostly because I am the last to hear about any kind of news. (Whether it's internationally, locally, or family oriented.) So, naturally, I ask him what he is talking about and he then has me read a letter on Stephenie Meyer's website. (It's the post from Aug. 28th.)
As I was shocked to hear that someone would do this sort of thing, I was not surprised that they would want to share the goodness with the world. (However wrong it may be.) So, whether you give in (and I don't blame you) and read Stephenie's linked rough draft of Midnight Sun, or do as I have -- and vow to not even go near it, (Because, who really wants to be spoiled by a rough draft?), the choice is yours. Unfortunately, the book has been put on hold indefinitely. My hope is that it will come out sooner, rather than later.
Sad day for all Twilight fans!

Family History...

2008-09-02T07:33:00.000-07:00

So, right off the bat you are probably thinking: Why is Tiffany going to write about family history? Honestly, what can be said or what can be so interesting about family history that will make me want to continue reading this entry. Well, let me tell you, I've been there too. Honestly! I have! And, I am not sure I'll say anything worth while in this entry, I just wanted to let you know about my new addiction. Mind you, I am not sure how much of an addiction it is...because I've only been involved in it for 2 days. (How long do you have to partake of something for it to be an addiction?)

Aaron and I started taking a Family History class on Sunday. And even though I've never really had any desire to do much family history work, once I learned of the teacher - I knew it would be a good class to take. (Even if I don't get very far in my searches.) I may have entered the class quite skeptical of what I would be able to find, seeing as how I think my grandpa has done ALL of my family history (on both sides), I walked away excited to find at least one name (that we had been challenged to find) to prepare for temple readiness.

So, I dug in Sunday night and all day yesterday (Sorry Jake and Carson) inputting names that my grandpa had done, come to find out, only some work on. That made me very excited to be able to find more information. Yesterday I spent hours on just one person. (Can be weird, I know, I realize this.) But I found new things, like how he was sealed in the Logan temple to his wife. Even though I didn't get very far, it's exciting to think that maybe I can do my part, and at least learn the stories of my family...if nothing else. After all, history is a story just waiting to be told. Plus, I get to pick the brains of all 4 of my, still living, grandparents and get the information they are holding.

So, whoever said that family history work was for the old...never sat down (with the help of a good teacher) and experienced the excitement of searching for the correct given name of a distant grandpa. (Even if I haven't found it yet.)

Statistics Show...

2008-08-23T14:52:00.000-07:00

Once again our life has taken a few sharp turns and we are just trying to straighten ourselves out.

Last Sunday evening (around Dinner time) Aaron started dealing with some pain in his abdomen. Although he dealt with the pain very well, and tried very hard to outlast it - we ended up in the Emergency Room at 2:30am Monday morning. As luck would have it Aaron was dealing with an enlarged appendix, and was given the green light to receive surgery Monday morning at 7am by the same surgeon who performed my appendectomy. (Remember: I had my appendix out in October of 2006.) Aaron is grateful the pain is gone, and I am just hoping nothing else comes from said surgery, and we leave this 'section' of our lives alone for a while.

Although the night wasn't terribly long for me, I was definitely drained...with 2 hours of sleep for me and none for Aaron. (Thanks for answering your phone at 2:00am Jenn!) We returned home on Monday at around noon and got Aaron settled with a nice light liquid lunch and then into his bed with a big fat Lora tab. (Thank you Nate and Kristen, Lindsey, Lisa, and Kara for all the wonderful food!)

To add to all of the fun of the 'all nighter' I received news from my OB that my body had indeed experienced a miscarriage. (Having had drawn blood in a 48 hour period to determine the levels of my blood.) Since it was in the 500's, and dropped down to the 100's in a two day period - there was no doubt in the Dr.'s and nurses eyes that I had miscarried. (I need no worries here. Because I know no reason to fret over such things...because this is what happens sometimes.) But, here's what distraughts me... According to the March of Dimes, as many as 50% of all pregnancies end in miscarriage. And, about 15% of recognized pregnancies will end in a miscarriage. More than 80% of miscarriages occur within the first three months of pregnancy.

I'm not necessarily surprised by such statistics...because I know many friends and family who have experienced such things in their life times. What I don't like...and what I thought I would never be...is a STATISTIC! How many of us out there have said such a thing as: "That would never happen to me." Me! Me! (Raising hand!) I did! Alas, I no longer can do so in said category.

Well, with all of this said...being a very lucky statistic at one time in my life, and definitely feeling the effects, and all of the emotions that come with it, of the most recent one...all in a matter of a 24 hour period...I do consider myself and my family to be very blessed. Aaron and I were speaking about the miscarriage one night (which has definitely helped me cope with it all) and Aaron mentioned how he feels the Lord has definitely been more than merciful with the challenges he has sent our way. Funny thing is, I feel the same way! We definitely could have it harder than we do...and this is surely something we'll get through. Because, who knows me better than the Lord? Surely, I don't even know myself that well.

But, what I just can't get over is that I am A STATISTIC! Oh well! I guess the old adage applies to me now. "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em!"

Who Ordered The Poo-Poo Platter?...

2008-08-08T13:42:00.000-07:00

Disclaimer: This post can have the potential for a lot of 'potty' language. If you cannot or do not want to read about such things...please do not read any further. Consider yourself warned!

Ever since Jake was introduced to the Disney movie "A Bug's Life" we have heard these words almost on a daily basis: "Who ordered the poo-poo platter?", "poop", "poo-poo", etc... Now, I know it doesn't help that he's a boy....because I'm not sure any boy in their 'youngen' years gets away without being influenced by such talk.
With that said, we have been so very blessed to deal with that very thing! Poop! In the last two days the success we have experienced with 'pottying' has went out the window, fallen to pieces, or...I guess you could say it has been 'flushed down the toilet.' In a 36 hour period we have dealt with two #1 accidents and two #2 accidents. The worst (for me) being two nights ago at four in the morning.
Here's the story:
Carson has dealt with a bit of a cold the last few days and still wakes up with coughing attacks in the night. I am a firm believer of the miracle of Vick's Vapor Rub when rubbed on the bottom of the feet. (It stops the coughing.) So, I went into the boys' room to help Carson get back to sleep with a little Vapor Rub, and just as I walk into the room the smell of a nice hearty bowel movement about knocks me over. Of course, I am going to assume that the smell is coming from my youngest child, who still wears diapers. But, to my misfortune, AND DISMAY, I find differently. After checking Carson to only find a dry and clean bum...I head over to Jake to find the very large and smelly poop sitting in Jake's pants. At this point, I don't know whether to let him keep sleeping and just clean up the mess when he wakes up crying about the fact that he has pooped his pants, and probably deal with poop that is no longer contained in his underwear and pants. Or, wake him up now, wipe him down and change his clothes, and then hope that he goes back to sleep. Within about a 1 minute period I decide that it's best for me to get it taken care of as quickly as possible and just hope for the best.
So, I carry Jake into the living room (for fear that he'll wake up and start complaining and crying) and start undressing Jake and wiping off all the excess grossness. The nice thing? Jake didn't really wake up until I had him mostly dressed into clean underwear and p.j.'s. AND, he also went back to sleep/bed very well. But...I, on the other hand, had the blessed opportunity as his mother and caregiver to flush the poop down the toilet, start a load of laundry, Lysol a few areas of the house, and take out some very stinky trash. Thus, interfering with my very much needed and allotted sleep. It took me until 6:30am to fall back to sleep.
So, once again, I ask you: "Who ordered the poo-poo platter?"
Surely, it was not I!

And The Word of the Day Is...

2008-08-06T13:04:00.001-07:00

PERCEPTIVE

Which, I as a mom, believe I have lost all of when it comes to a bigger picture with my children.
It is definitely true about what 'they' say! It should be our family whom we treat the best and kindest...but, it usually the stranger who receives our forgiveness and patience. Why do we more easily frustrate with those whom we wish to be with for eternity? Should not those relationships be held at such a higher level of love, consideration, devotion, and loyalty? Definitely!
Then, why is it that the second my child pees on the bathroom floor because he waited too long to go potty, or when he tips over the humidifier on his dresser, which is full of water, when only trying to unplug it from the wall, do I come unglued and growl and mumble?
It's like I slowly chip away at the bridge we are building -- called our relationship. And, when the day comes that I really and truly want my children to turn to me and seek my thoughts and advice, that bridge will crumble with one step onto it.
How thankful I am for the perceptive words of good friends and family about my own children. Because, without their perception of the things that go on in my life, I am sure I would be a lost soul -- trying to be a mother. Because of kind words given...even though I know all of these things...I have hope that some days I am doing something right! (And maybe...just maybe...my children will turn to me when the time comes.)
It is definitely nice to be reminded that:
*Jake is a good kid! He's just got a lot of energy!
*That children are resilient and oh so very forgiving. (And without that I'd be nothing.)
*Heavenly Father loves me, and trusts me enough, to hold such rewarding stewardship over his precious children!
Shouldn't these sort of things help me keep better perception on the whole of the picture? I sure hope so!

Why?...

2008-08-06T12:57:00.000-07:00

Why, I ask, can a little child who is not even two years old ask 'why'?
Where does this come from? How does he already know this word? And, most of all, how do I put it all the 'why' questions on pause until he is at least 2 1/2?
Here's an example of what a few of our conversations at home sound like these days:
Carson: Watch Cars!
Me: Not right now.
Carson: Why?
Me: Because, I have to...(insert whatever I am doing or should be doing at this point.)
Carson: Oh!

No joke! He doesn't ask in a whiny voice or beg...but he definitely does ask 'why'! :) I guess it's all really very cute in the end....because I can't resist an 'oh!' response from his little mouth...especially since he probably doesn't really understand what we just decided.

Believe It Or Not...

2008-08-01T15:54:00.001-07:00

Can anyone else believe that it's August already? Summer is trying to dwindle down, and that means...
*Only a few more weeks until we start seeing kids going back to school. In fact, I knocked on my neighbors door earlier today and she was helping her daughter (who will be going to kindergarten this fall) try on her new school clothes! Wow! What memories I have from setting out my first few days of clothing for school on my bed. It always feels nice to have a new outfit or two.
*I don't care much about how my lawn looks anymore. It looks like someone poured salt in a bunch of spots all over it -- and is dying from the acid. (But, it's really just from all the heat, mind you.) I guess you could say I'm a little 'burned' out.

*All the craziness of late nights and 'no schedules' are coming to an end -- and that means the 'nazi mom of sleep and schedule' will be back soon.
*Late night water aerobics at the near by pool will be haulted by the closing of the pool in one month. (Even if I don't see results in my physical self much, I definitely see them in my 'better mommy' self. Thanks guys!)
*The smell of delicious meat cooking on the grill outside. Nothing beats a good BBQ on a summer evening!

*And no matter how I try, I won't be able to stop the beauty of my little boys running free in the sun -- riding bikes, playing in the water, devouring popsicles, or eating lunch outside on the picnic table. (Definitely my favorite!)

But, alas, a new season means new memories. So, here's to you and the memories I hope you'll make this August and coming fall.

Have You Ever...

2008-07-25T17:02:00.000-07:00

Have you ever put your child in timeout, and then forgot about him/her... and because they sat there long enough in silence they passed out from exhaustion. (Which is why they were probably getting in trouble in the first place, and therefore being sent to timeout.)

I have!
First time today!
Boy, do I feel lousy!

Williams Family Reunion...

2008-07-21T13:25:00.000-07:00

This last weekend we had our annual Williams Family Reunion. Each year we go somewhere new, depending on where the person in charge chooses. (Each year one of the eight children in my dad's family is in charge and picks the when, where, and what.) This year we made it to Bear Lake for family gathering.

In preparation:

It takes a lot for me to get my family ready to go camping. I have to cover all my bases when I am preparing for such things. You can't forget things like, snacks in the bag, lots of diapers, blankets, life jackets for the lake, and a cooler full of cold drinks. (Not to mention all the stuff you need to camp with.)

Bear Lake:

We arrived at Bear Lake Thursday afternoon and quickly set up camp, so that we could let the boys enjoy a little of this:

We camped right near Rendezvous beach. What a great place for little ones. The beach is super shallow for a very long distance out. We played a little water softball with floating bases, and the children also did a lot of this:

What child doesn't love playing in the mud? They made a little water course where the water flows in and pools up. Of course, Carson found a ping-pong ball down at the beach and had to keep it within his reach at all times. If you know our little Crash - then you know that balls are his ultimate favorite thing in the whole world. (He is much like his brother was at this age.)

While there we had some good fun. We played a good game of bingo with lots of fun prizes. We had lots and lots of yummy food! We had our annual night of skits, and marshmallow roasting for S'mores, and the most beloved family meeting. But, alas, some of the best fun witnessed was of all the grand kids, and great grand kids swinging their foam noodle swords and whacking each other. It was a sea of bright flashing colors. Fun, fun, fun! (After we left, a boat was rented and lots of rides were given to willing children and parents.) It was definitely a great time had by all! We definitely look forward to next years reunion!

Home again:

We arrived home to a 92 degree house. We thought the air conditioner had given out while we were away. We tried everything: the reset box outside, the circuit breaker, the filter, and even the flux capacitor.

But, what we failed to check was the switch to the furnace. (Which one of our children messed with while playing down stairs in the basement.) So, after a night of 80 degrees and four fans running, I called my dad to walk me through the basics of the furnace. And, it came down to a flip of a switch. And...Viola! There was cool air!
I couldn't ask for a better ending of a great weekend!

A Little Reminder...

2008-07-20T06:40:00.001-07:00

Okay, so I have read about five people's blogs that have started this fun little memory game. And, to join the crowd...because I'm really interested in hearing what people remember or think about when they 'remember' us...I'm going to issue the same challenge to all of you who are reading this.

Here's what you do:

1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.

Happy Memory Finding!

So Blessed...

2008-07-16T12:49:00.000-07:00

Last night Aaron enlightened me and my small, bubbled world to a very fun and creative blog written by a young woman who remains mostly anonymous. But, boy is it hilarious to read! Check it out by clicking on 'Seriously, so blessed!' on my side bar.
You will definitely get a good many laughs out of the posts you read. Her purpose is to make a little fun with the blogs all around us. (By using her own life experiences.) I wish I had such witty and funny things to say on my blog sometimes. Happy reading!

Keep An Eye Out...

2008-07-14T12:34:00.000-07:00

We had our family pictures taken about a week and a half ago by a wonderful young lady in our ward. (Thanks Tiff!) I am so excited to see more of them...that I just can't contain my excitement! I can't wait for everyone to see the wonderful work she does! If you want to get a sneak peak now, and check them out again later, after she's downloaded more...click on the title of this post.

Freedom Festivities...

2008-07-07T09:20:00.000-07:00

We had quite the busy week of fun! Can anyone say 'parade?' I think we have had our share of parades for the next year. Our ward had the opportunity and challenge to put together a float for the Lehi Round-up parade, the last week in June. The theme was "American Tradition." Our ward chose to focus on America's History. (And what better way to celebrate the independence of our nation...then with a little history.) Friday evening Jake dressed up, representing a little tradition, as a baseball player and rode on the back of the float.
Aaron had the privilege of pulling the float of 20+ kids with a few other members of our ward. (Namely Jordan.) How can you go wrong with this man? And Carson and I got to walk behind the float.
Saturday morning Jake got to ride on the float once again, but this time as Paul Revere - riding the rocking horse he was on to the ground. (Or more importantly, spraying everyone -who was within his reach -with water.)

And then, to top off all the parade-ness, we went to the Provo Freedom Festival Parade as a family on Saturday morning. We brought along our little cooler of Popsicles to stay cool. I think Jake enjoyed the parade from this view a lot better than from the view on top of a moving float. (And, I think I'd have to agree.)

After the parades Jake and I took a trip to the Movie theater and watched Kung Fu Panda. It's a fun movie to take your little ones to. Jake and I enjoyed it. Afterwards, we had family over for a BBQ, with fireworks later that night. Nothing says freedom to me more than the opportunity to light little pieces of cardboard full of gun powder and glowing colors in front of my own home. I think fireworks are the best part about this holiday! (Other than the fact that we celebrate the freedom we have in this promised land!)

Many thanks to all those who have sacrificed and continue to sacrifice for the freedoms we possess today. None of us would be here without you! Happy freedom to you all!

Four Years Down...

2008-07-01T12:27:00.000-07:00

Four years ago we moved into our wonderful little home here in Lehi. Since then lots of things have happened. Today I feel grateful to share with you a few of the happenings we have been blessed to encounter since we've been here.

Timeline
May 2004: Blessed with our little Jakers.

June 2004: Moved into our home.

September 2005: Jake's first trip to the fair.

November 2005: Jake burned his hand on the oven rack.

September 2006: Our little Crash is born.

December 2006: Jake and Carson meet Santa for the first time.

January 2007: Carson's comb-over.

January 2008: Carson broke his arm.

February 2008: Started our basement.

May 2008: Jake graduates from his 1st year of preschool.

With hopefully lots more memories to make in the coming years...

Crafty...

2008-07-01T12:19:00.000-07:00

I am in no way a designer or decorator. In fact, the one thing I have in my home that is home made was made by my very crafty and creative sister, Amy, as a house-warming gift when we moved into our home. So, am I crafty? No! But, I am very excited and pleased with the first (and maybe only) project I've ever really taken on to decorate my house. Will I be doing much else decorating any time soon? Probably not! (Unless I can talk Aaron into letting me paint a few walls.) But, I will definitely enjoy what I have completed.
What do you think?

I painted the letters, bought the decorative balls, and picked and put together the flower arrangement. Not too shabby, ey?

Summer Memories...

2008-06-30T10:07:00.000-07:00

With June come and gone, it's time for an entry about summer time. Summer has always been a big memory making part of my life. (Whether I was in Idaho or Utah.) So, today, I'd like to share with you some of the most memorable parts of summer for me, and maybe you can remember a thing or two from your summer's as a child.

The Ice cream Man
When I was younger we had an ice cream truck, which really wasn't much of a truck, but rather a good size motor home. The name of this ice cream truck/business was "Mr. Sundae." Not only was this Ice cream man (and his wife) the best ice cream "people" there were out there, but they served the best street side ice cream specials you could ever think of. They had anything from root beer floats, to handmade milk shakes, to banana splits. (And everything in between.) They would come around our neighborhood about once a week on those hot summer nights where nothing in the world sounded better than a cold ice cream treat.

Swimming
Whether it's inner tubing down one of the many Salem, Idaho irrigation canals, or jumping into the nearest swimming pool...nothing is more of a good summer time activity than swimming. I remember growing up in the Star Crest Apartments, and doing all those fun things you get to do in a swimming pool there. (Diving, jumping, treasure seeking at the bottom of the pool, flipping, flopping, etc...) But, when in Idaho - sliding down the rocks under the bridge, floating with the current, and daring each other to hold your breath under the big or little bridge in Banta's canal are all the fun things to do there. Anyway you look at it...swimming makes hot summer time weather feel manageable and even enjoyable.
Games
Summer time games for me range anywhere from running relays on the front lawn, to "add on" on the trampoline, or while running through the sprinkler. How can you forget "Eenie, Meenie, Mineie, Mo," or "Down By the Bank," or even, "Bubble Gum, Bubble Gum?" But, my all time favorite games of the summer were the ones we played at night out in the street. The ones we liked to call "Night Games." Whether it be 'Kick The Can', or 'The Game.' (The game our neighborhood made up - which plays much like 'Sardines.') How can you beat a cool night, with 10-15 friends, of different ages, out at night, playing a game together? That's what I thought!

Bikes
I remember receiving my first 'big' bike. It was a pink BMX bike, that my dad threw me on, and told me to start riding. (The only way I knew how to stop on my bike was crash on the grass, or find a parking lot pole and hold on for dear life.) My bike was my mode of transportation for anywhere I wanted to go.
A memory that I hold dear to my heart has to do with bike riding. My dad took my sister and I on many a bike rides to the near-by Jordan River trail, where we rode our bikes down to the the rec center, and then back up to the 'wheelchair' course near our house. Many races and timed events took place on these rides.
I also loved riding my bike around the neighborhood with my friends. We had some major dirt hills by our house, that we turned into a very amateur dirt course for the ourselves, that we loved to go ride on. (Even though we came home many times with stickers and thorns stuck into our flat bike tires.)
I am definitely an advocate of bike riding. Even though I don't have my own bike at this point, I hope to get one as my children grow and desire to take bike rides together.

I hope that there are many memories to be made for you and your family this summer, and always! Happy summer everyone!

The 'Fathers' In My Life...

2008-06-15T14:35:00.000-07:00

This morning, as I was thinking about Father's Day, I got to thinking about all the 'father's' who play a role in my life.
First, and foremost, there is my Father in heaven. Who gave me His son, so that I might live. Because of His teachings, I know that I am his daughter, and that he loves me. His unending and unconditional (perfect) love for me blesses my life daily!
Second, there is my father, who gave me a physical body, and a wonderful life upon this earth. I may not have had everything growing up...which I am thankful for, but I have definitely been given the best my father had to offer! Because of you dad, I have learned and come to appreciate all those things you hoped I'd ever be. (Hard work pays off, Things happen - and you just deal with them as they come, and family is most important.)
Next, there is my father-in-law, who gave me my husband, so that I might have the blessing of an eternal family. The hard work and love you invest into your family is so very apparent, and something I admire so very much about you! Your generosity and kind heart makes me want to be just like you when I grow up.
And now, I must mention three other men who, although they are not my biological father's, have played a very big fatherly role in my life:
Val (and Donna): who took my sister and I under your wing, and guided us through those early years. Your invitations, dedication, time, love, and willingness to step up and do a job that was definitely in need of some guidance will never be forgotten, and will always be a cherished part of my life.
Ryan (and Tammy): who gladly accepted the call to guide, and mold our lives after the ward split. Your ability to listen and involve us in your young families lives made us feel just that much more loved. You taught me a great deal about not worrying about the things of tomorrow, today. (When there was nothing I could do about it.)
Jason (and Amy): It is you who taught me the most about my potential. I also learned a great deal about the worth of my soul, through your eyes. Without fail you knew how to uplift, unconditionally love, and talk me through lots of trivial hard times. (Even though those hard times sure seemed like a big deal to a 16-year-old.)
I definitely feel that the fathers in my life have molded me into what I am today! And for that, I thank EACH and EVERY one of you! My testimony has been hugely influenced by each of you individually! And, for that, I will forever be indebted to you!

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!!