Important Words

So Miles isn't really talking yet, but it sure seems like he started saying 2 words the past couple of days.  Uh-oh and no.  Any guess what I say to him most of the time?  They say if you talk to your kids a lot they learn language faster.  So it makes sense to me the words they learn first/fastest are 1. those that enable them to get what they want (mama, dad, please, etc.) or 2. those that they hear the most.  I guess I need to expand my repertoire of what I say to Miles throughout the day. But really, what else do you say when they thrown their food, pull all the toilet paper off the roll, bite (lovingly, but ouch!), take all the fake moss-stuff from the plant pot and spread it around the room, eat dirt, try to stick their fingers in light sockets, or get into the garbage and start playing with its contents (and that was just this morning!).  

Any ideas?...  One day I will get a "ma-ma," I just know it.

Summer Fun

Here is a pictures-only (mostly) post of some more of what we did this summer:

(More on that later)

If you hadn't noticed, there isn't a single picture of me.  I was there for all of that.  But I bet you can guess what I was doing. 

Catching Up

Has it really been almost 2 months since I last blogged?   SO much has happened, and I took so many pictures, many of them with my blog in mind, but I guess that's why I haven't had time to blog about them, I've been doing them.  So in all honesty, as sorry as I am that I am so behind, that really is a more than fair trade-off.  

I have high hopes (but terribly low expectations) that I am going to go into greater detail and show you more pictures regarding all of the happenings this past summer in later blogs.  But in the interest of just covering the basics, that's what I am going to do.  In July (sometime), all the sisters-in-law on Sam's side of the family got together and camped at one of the sister-in-law's yard (yes, I said yard.  I could have said property, and I wouldn't have been wrong, but that makes it sound a little more remote than the reality.  You see the cream siding in the picture?  That's her house.)  We put up tents, one sister-in-law made some dutch oven yummy's for dinner and dessert, we started a fire and roasted hot dogs and marshmallows, the whole bit (and without the help of any males - well except my 9 year-old nephew, he did a lot of the fire-starting).

Henry was the log fetcher.

No, I'm just kidding, but he really wanted to help, it was cute.  We had tons of fun.  Maybe we'll have to make it annual?

Also in July I took Kincaid and Miles and attended my own and my extended family reunions.  I stayed a couple of extra days in Utah to hang out with my sisters.  Its not very often the 5 of us all get together; it was great.  I also hadn't been to my extended family reunion for about 7 years, so it was great to go there and see everyone and show off 2 of my handsome boys.  Below is a 4 generation picture:  My grandma, my mom, me, and the 2 boys.

The beginning of August was busy.  I got back, then got ready for girls camp (I got to be a "unit mom", it was a blast!)  but not before my ten year high school reunion.  That was weird, but a lot of fun.  Even more important though, Miles celebrated his first birthday.  He liked the cake and the presents (and not just the wrapping paper), but he was really just all about the attention.

We tried to squeeze in some other adventures along the way.  Thanks to our good friends we went on a hike. A serious one, in my opinion (although take into consideration the 25 lbs of Miles I have strapped on my back.  That and the fact that I was the adult that was in the worst shape).  It was serious sweat and work and pain, but it was a lot of fun and really beautiful.

In the beginning of September we went to California for Sam's Aunt's wedding and while we were there:

Yep, we got to go to Disneyland.  For now this is the only shot you get to see.  Like I stated earlier, I have high hopes that I get to come back later and post the rest of my great shots and tell you all the details, but for now:  we got to go, and it was so fun.  I was so sad when we were leaving the last night.

Again, the reason for the trip was Sam's Aunt Karen's wedding.  It was in Newport Beach.  It was beautiful:  the temple was beautiful, she was beautiful; I am really glad we got to go.  While we were there and all dressed up, matching and at this point still somewhat unstained, I tried to get a family picture.  This was the best one.  It's realistic and represents us though, right?

We missed the first day of school while we were gone, but when we got back Kincaid got to go to his first day of First Grade.  He was so excited to take his lunch and get back on the bus.  He loves it.

Next, I celebrated my birthday.  I won't say how old I am (not that I am worried about getting old...) just that I will be staying this age for most of the rest of my life. 

A few days after my birthday Sam and I celebrated our 8th wedding anniversary.  (I still feel 17, and yet all of a sudden I have been married for 8 years, have 3 kids, and already went to my 10 year class reunion?  This is really weird for me.)  Sam's parents graciously took the boys for us for 24 hours straight (the first time we've been alone for 24 hours straight in I don't-know-how long).  We went out to eat, shopped, worked out together, cooked together, shopped some more (can you tell who was the gracious adapting spouse?), and just enjoyed having some time together where we could actually focus on just each other for awhile and not have to divide our attention.  It was wonderful.

So much has happened this past summer, so much more than I wrote.  This picture, though, is worth a thousand words.  We all felt this way at times, and I think Miles felt this way most of the time (I have several other pictures just like it).

It was all so much fun, but it was a tornado of fun.  It is nice to be back home and starting to get into a routine again.  At least until the rush of birthdays and holidays starts next month.

Life is not fair

I was visiting at a friend's house this morning and Henry was having a hard time obeying rules.  He was smelling their bathroom (according to Kincaid, I didn't ask...), taking the backing out from under their rug and running around the house with it in his mouth, he knocked over their guitar, threw his toys around the room, and found all the glass things at eye level he could (just so he could watch me jump up and get him I'm sure).  So finally I made him sit on the couch. Well of course then he started to jump all over their couch and throw the throw blanket and pillows around (I guess he took the term "throw" literally, we really should think up a new name for those).  Anyway, so I told him that we don't jump up and down on couches, if he wants to jump around he can do it outside.  He looks at me says "But dere no couches outside!"  Poor Henry. Oh well.  I took the kids home and after watching Henry run across the street alone  immediately after I told him to wait for me, then run behind a truck backing up, and I made him sit on his bed.  While he was doing that he pulled all the blankets and sheets of his bed and threw them on the floor.  So while yes, there are no couches outside to jump on (which was really cute of him to say at the time, and my main point of this post) and that seems unfair, I had a few bones to pick myself today.

Modern Wife

So on several of my friends/families blogs I saw these tests they took that rated them on how good a 1930's husband or wife they would be.  I was curious, plus I love surveys like that so I took the test for me as a wife, then for Sam as a husband.  I couldn't figure out how to paste the results from the test website, so here are the numbers:  As a 1930's wife I got a 58 - I am average.  As a 1930's husband I gave Sam a 135 - very superior.  I already knew Sam was a superior husband, now or 1930's.  I guess average should be ok to me, but I thought I was a pretty good wife - either I was mistaken or I am a better wife for now, and not so much for 70 years ago.  I am going to prevent giving myself a complex and decide that I am just a modern woman - that sounds better, right?  Besides, who always prepares balanced meals on time, wears nightgowns instead of pajamas, doesn't wake-up crabby, and gets dressed for breakfast?

I am going to have Sam take the test for both of us too, then we'll see...

If you want to take the test too here is the site:   http://www.magatsu.net/maritaltest/

Update:  I had Sam take the test for us too and he forgot the actual numbers, but he gave me something in the 100's (very superior) and he gave himself something in the 140's or 150's (even more very superior).  I guess at least in my husband's eyes I am a very superior 1930's wife (except for the fact that he mentioned he may not have been totally honest because he was afraid I might score lower, what a stinker!).

Tennessee

Last month we took a trip to Tennessee to visit Sam's sister and her family and I am finally getting around to posting about it.  We had a blast.  Sam's sister Rachel has 2 boys the same age as Henry and Miles (I know I am using the names again, I keep going back and forth about it all, maybe I'll change it again later) and they play and get along really well with my 3 boys so we went down to visit and let the boys all play and check out Tennessee.  First off, Tennessee is beautiful. I didn't expect it to be so green and hilly like here, it looks really similar, except the trees are deciduous, which probably makes their Fall even more gorgeous.  We got there on a Tuesday afternoon after a very LONG day of airplane travel.  I won't go into too many details except to say we had to get up at 3:40 am to catch our plane and it all went downhill from there until we landed in Tennessee.  I now have some seriously funny (funny now, not funny at the time) stories about traveling, all experienced first-hand by yours truly.  Tuesday night Sam's sister Rachel had a girl's night out planned with some of her friends.  We went to a little club-type place in Nashville on music-row I believe they call it.  One of Rachel's friend's husband is in a band and we went to see their show.

Here are the girls.  Top row, l to r: Rachel (my sister-in-law), Allie, Laura, Kathy, Amber, Jill, and Katie.  Bottom row:  Kendra, me, and Munni.  We had a blast!  The band played until after 2 in the morning and we danced the night away. The girls were so fun.  It was crazy having a bunch of married mormon moms out there all dancing away (some even got hit on and swatted on the behind - that was a bit awkward to say the least), but it was the funnest way to start my trip to Nashville.  (The show and the dancing that is, not the behind swatting and yes I know funnest is not a word, but "best" and "most fun" just didn't quite do it for me) The band's name is Savannah Jack and they put on a great show.

The boys spent a lot of the time playing in Rachel and Jason's backyard driving around in the jeep,  (Drool! I never even got to see one of those close up as a kid)

and playing in the water feature (which included disassembling it several times, throwing every toy and book they could find in it, peeing in it, and drinking out of it - in that order unfortunately.  Did I mention that there were 5 boys all playing together that week?)

A couple of times we went swimming in a community pool nearby that Rachel's friend Munni so kindly let us use her pass to. 

Kincaid had a blast and is getting more and more confident in the water.  Miles wasn't minding the water and sunshine combo either. I'm pretty sure he was thinking "I could get used to this."

We also went to the Nashville zoo where we had a real southern meal including catfish, crawdads, cornbread, and good old red beans and rice. We also got to see the Opryland Hotel and the Opryland mall.  The Opryland hotel was amazing!  If I remember correctly it was 3 separate hotels that are connected by a huge arboretum.  It had  a river running through it that you could take a boat tour on.  It had waterfalls and gardens and I don't even know how many restaurants.  While we were walking around we saw 3 separate weddings going on.

You could stay at that hotel and go nowhere else and have plenty to do, look at and eat for quite awhile without having to go anywhere else.  

Here are the 5 boys in front of one of the waterfalls.

This is my nephew Jacob and I watching the water fountain.  If you catch it at the right time it does "shows" where they'll play music and shoot the water to go with it, similar to the fountain in downtown Seattle; it shoots up 200 feet sometimes (at least that's the number I remember). 

We took the boys for ride on the carousel in the Opryland Mall.  (It is really hard to get good carousel shots, what with all the crazy lighting and movement issues)

Back at the house the boys had fun and bonded, not only with their cousins Jacob and Seth, but with their dog George, too.   They would play with him, try to feed him (Kincaid would ask to give him his dog food, Henry would just share his popsicles and other treats, lick by lick, mmm... ) It helped my boys get over their fear of dogs, it was great.  Here's Caid and George having a moment.

At night after the boys were down we would stay up and talk, eat, and play Settlers of Catan (watch out Sammi, Rodney, Amber, and Wes, we might even be competition now).  Rachel is an awesome cook and we had so much good food. I got a few new recipes to try at home, mmm...

On our last day in Tennessee Sam took a tour of Franklin, where the battle of Franklin and some other civil war historic things took place, while Rachel and I took the boys to Pump it up. It was nice to tire them out before strapping them in for a 6 hour plane ride.  Here is Seth giving Miles a ride around the room.  Miles was a little less excited about this idea than Seth was.

We went back to their house and finished packing and loading up and Henry got cozy and took a nap.  (yep, that's George's bed. I don't know if he was really that tired or he was just getting his last moments of George time in.)

Here are all the boys just before we left (some of them were a little worn out, as you can see).  They all did so well together and had so much fun.  We all did.  Thank you so much Rachel and Jason for all you did to make the trip so wonderful.  We had a great time. And although we may not be moving there (any time soon :), we would love to come again soon.

30 Things I Love About You...

So much has happened, and I hate to admit that I am almost as bad at this blogging thing than I am at my journal.  One good thing though: I did take a lot of great pictures, thinking I would post them on my blog, that I otherwise probably wouldn't have.  

S's 30th birthday came and went, and so did father's day. So, in honor of those holidays, I want to publicly declare that I am madly in love with my husband, and that he is the best man for me in the world, ever.  And, since he's 30, here are 30 things that I love about him:

1.  He's loves food as much (and maybe more) than I do.

2.  He does the dishes, laundry, vacuums, mops, even toilets sometimes - often without me asking or nagging first.

3.  The way he looks when he comes home from a run when his hair is all wet and curly and he is totally energized.

4.  He is dang handsome.

5.  He always strives do what he feels is right.

6.  His obsession with writing utensils and things Made in the USA.

7.  He has a great sense of humor.

8.  He loves music.

9.  He is always very supportive of me and my personal endeavors.

10.  He has taught me how to laugh at myself.

11.  He has great teeth and a great smile.

12.  He is honest with me about his opinions; I never have to guess if what he is saying is how he really feels.

13.  He is very logical and can explains things to me in a logical way that my otherwise artistic/emotional brain wouldn't be able to comprehend.

14.  He loves our boys.

15.  He treats me like he thinks I am amazing.

16.  He looks hot with a mustache (that is saying something!).

17.  He makes our family a priority.

18.  He doesn't have expensive taste; and he has taught me to realize that sometimes there is a justifiable reason to pay more.

19.  He is ticklish (even though he would never let me get away with trying to tickle him).

20.  He is teaching the boys to respect me and women in general by treating me with respect and sticking up for and supporting me.

21.  He is very passionate about the things he cares about.

22.  I could make any combination of beans, rice, and cheese in a tortilla (quesadilla, burrito, taco, nachos, etc.) for dinner and he would be ecstatic.

23.  He loves fruit, he considers it dessert  (I have a very different definition of dessert, but I love that about him).

24.  He holds very high standards and expectations for himself (he is probably too hard on himself at times).

25.  How much fun he and the boys have playing and dancing and wrestling together.

26.  I love that he taught me to notice and appreciate a great scream in a song.

27.  His to-do lists.

28.  His massive t-shirt collection.

29.  How hard he tries to understand me and all my illogical emotions, even when I don't understand myself.

30.  That he makes me feel like he is as madly in love with me as I am with him.