...On the top of a high mountain...

My weekend through the eyes of my husband (I found this in an email that Beau wrote to his missionaries)--way too good not to share :

"So there we were on the top of a high mountain… don’t ask how we got there because it is tough to say. I didn’t have skis on but Keagan did. Shaunalee was too pregnant so she didn’t either, but Kaleb did.

We took Keagan & Kaleb on their first ski trip this week. I thought they would go wreck a few times get frustrated then cry, so we could go watch BYU get massacred by the running rebels. My plan failed miserably. You know when you went snowboarding and the little kids would fly by on their skis. That was Keagan and Kaleb. We were on the bunny hills with the rope pull. Keagan figured it out right away.

I think it was the third time he actually cruised right up to the top the only problem was he forgot to let go. Everybody watching was yelling to him to let go, but he just kept holding on until he got close lined by a cable at the top. Everyone laughed except for Keagan. It was pretty awesome. When I picked him up, I realized why he didn’t let go. His beanie was pulled down to his nose. 10 stitches later he was ready to go again.
Kaleb on the other hand tried the rope pull once and face planted. After that he made me carry him up the hill. Then, he would plow snow to the bottom.


To the least, by the end of the day I was tired and frustrated but not because of Keagan and Kaleb...but because BYU decided not to play basketball on Saturday. They just came to watch. It was pretty pathetic. I was watching the score on my phone.

The part about the stitches wasn’t true, but it was a really good close line. Brindi would have laughed a lot. I’ll tell Shaunalee to send some ski pictures.

Kaleb has had a week long bout with the diarrhea. Shaunalee and the boys eat lunch with me every Friday. After we ate lunch, Shaunalee dropped me off at work and was getting back on the Freeway when she hears an explosion right behind her. She looked back and Kaleb had blown up. Poop everywhere. She thinks well there’s nothing I can do right now, so she continues to merge onto the freeway. About the time she gets on the Freeway, Kaleb starts Puking his guts up. Keagan couldn’t stand it any longer, so he throws up as well.

I am so glad I wasn’t there. I would have been traumatized for life. Times like that make me really glad that I drive a ’94 Toyota Camry. We haven’t driven it since. We actually drove it off a dock and parked it in the Columbia River. We are going to go try to drive it out in a week or two when the stink is gone. True Story except for the part about driving the car into the Columbia River. I’m just glad Shaunalee hasn’t had the little girl yet. Imagine 3 kids in the back seat puking their guts up.

Love Sometimes,

BEAU"

...and that pretty much sums it up. Sorry no explosion pictures. I will say that I figured out how to completely disassemble Kaleb's carseat for some serious cleaning--and that I was extremely sore after bending over to push Kaleb up the bunny hill twenty (+?) times (don't try to picture that). Anyway, I was reminded how much I LOVE LOVE LOVE to ski and can't wait to get back on the slopes (if there's any snow left after the baby arrives)!

young love, already??

Keagan and I were walking down the hall to his class door this morning and as we approached we saw a little girl popping in and out of the classroom. I asked Keagan to go hang up his coat and as he turned to go the little girl put her hands on her cheeks and said:

"Ohhhh, he's soooooo handsome!"

The teacher shooed her back into the classroom. Keagan was oblivious to the whole thing, but then we see her peeking out the door again to see if he's coming (hands still on her cheeks).
I've always thought he was cute, I just didn't think this would start so soon...

To Infinity and BEYOND INSANITY!!

I don't really like Halloween but somehow I made the mistake of asking my sons what they wanted to be. Kaleb didn't really understand, but when Keagan enthusiastically told me that he wanted to be Buzz Lightyear Kaleb absolutely agreed... yeah, that's exactly what I thought...how on earth do you make a Buzz Lightyear costume--let alone TWO???

Well, I'll tell you...

3 diaper boxes
3 rolls of colored duct tape
12 plastic cups
2 playdough lids
3 smidges of paint
2 pairs of white gloves
1 hour on photoshop
1 pair of purple tights
lots of LOVE
& an insane amount of insanity!!!






By the time we took pictures Kaleb had had enough with his cuffs and gloves. I think that if I ever see another Buzz Lightyear it will be too soon. (Actually I can't wait for Toy Story 3!!! Wahoo!!!) We went to the Anchorage symphony for Halloween. It was a really fun concert and afterward there was trick-or-treating on the 4 levels of the concert hall. The best part of the whole thing was watching Keagan's face as other little boys oooooed and awwwwed, tried pushing his buttons and then would say "Dad, LOOK! It's Buzz Lightyear!"
I'm so glad it's nOVEmbeR!

motherhood is...

To have your heart reset when you turn on the car because the radio blares full blast, the windsheild wipers screech on and the hazard lights are clicking.

To watch crackers dipped in water and savored like manna from heaven.

To rediscover fingerpainting, gelatin, and the magic of...measuring cups.

To have dinner made, the laundry done, and the house clean...but never simultaneously. (Believe me, I've tried...it's one or one of the others.)

To dread that the next 15 years will go to fast.

To dread that the next 15 years will go to slow.

To finally have a GMO, MSG, FD&C, HFCS, and partially hydrogenated oil FREE pantry!

To clean the target in the bathroom.

To wonder if my children are getting enough of this and that or too much of that and this.

To cut your foot on sharp gravel while holding your braless chest from bouncing into tommorow as you run down the street chasing the garbage man's truck to question why his driver once again refused to take your garbage.

To have no appetite... whatsoever.

To scrub the bathtub spotless so that it's worthy to clean precious dirty little hands and feet...

To have an emergency evacuation of the tub and then to scrub it again. *sigh*

To envy those perusing the non-fiction adult section of the library.

To envy other mothers who can check out more than three items (waiting for proof of residence).

To roll down a long grassy hill and watch the clouds spinning at the bottom.

To wonder if another car seat will even fit in my car.

To feel like its a miracle that there is even something edible on the dinner table.

To see hidden disappointment in the eyes of your spouse when he wades through the toys and sees that the kitchen he shined last night did not stay clean.

To be SO homesick my heart literally hurts.

To spend a week building Halloween costumes that will only be worn for a mere three hours.

To keep on keepin' on...and lovin' it.