There are countless moments in a mother's life when her child's behavior and accomplishments make her heart swell with pride.

Unfortunately for me, this is NOT one of them.

One Of These Things Is Not Like The Others.

What a surprise that my child won't cooperate for a picture.

Over.....

And Over....

And Over.......


...Clearly A Theme Is Developing.....



Until One Rare Moment......

Or Two.....When The Stars Align.....
And someone holds onto him and keeps him from moving....

Happy Birthday Baby Boy!

I can hardly believe that I am the mom to a 3 year old! I know its cliche, but the time just goes by too quickly. It seemes like he should still be this 8 lb 13 oz round baby boy!

Happy Birthday, Jack!

Man, I am really missing this wild animal, and the adorable soon-to-be 3 year old

holding him!

Dear {insert your name here if you've been affected by my rage}...Part 2

Dear "Divorce Education Class" Director-

Hi again, its Chelsea Johnson. You may remember me from our previous phone conversations? Yes, the crazed woman. And yes, those were actual sobs you were hearing. I just wanted to apologize for the tiny temper tantrum I threw. I know you weren't suspecting that at all, afterall, my voice was very sweet and serene in the 3 messages I left you the prior day. Who knew I could flip a switch like that?

The point of my letter is to apologize for my behavior and to thank you immensely for being so overly accomodating to me. I was as surprised as you were to learn the cause of the missing certificate. I am in no way trying to justify my behavior, but the last 8 months of my life have been less than ideal, and the information you provided me with on Tuesday may have been the straw that broke the camel's back.

However, I am happy to report that the moment your package arrives in my mail box, all sanity(fingers crossed!) will be restored, and I'll wrap my rage back up in a tiny little box and lovingly place it back on the shelf. That is, until the next poor, unsuspecting sucker crosses my path. Come to think of it, is that why they keep armed guards at the courthouse?


Deepest condolences-
Chelsea Johnson


P.S. There is a small support group of other innocent victims affected by my rage. You can read one of their stories here, in case you're interested. And talk to my co-workers...they may know a story or seven.

The latest.....

Jack: "Can I have a drink?"


Me: "No."


Jack: "But why?" (in the whiniest voice possible)


Me: "#1-its bedtime."
"#2-you've already brushed your teeth."
"#3-you'll pee your pants tonight."



Jack: "But Mom, #1, I need a drink, cause my body is firsty."

So Long, Sweet Summer

The other morning as we left the house, I realized that summer was truly winding down. Jack proclaimed that it was cold outside, and I admittedly felt a nip in the air, too. It was 68. Believe me, that is cold for us.

I'm not terribly sad to see summer coming to an end this year. It just seems that everything we do right now is a new first. Our first summer alone. Our first family trip as a family of two instead of three.....the list goes on....

Despite the sadness and newness of it all, we have had a decent summer. Jack learned to pedal his trike, we visited the zoo and Bear Lake, and spent our days off cooling off at various splash pads around St George with our friends.

I'm already looking forward to fall with some hesitancy. Jack's birthday, followed by Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas are sure to bring about a gamut of emotions. I'm sure with the help and love of our family and friends, we'll get through it, too!