Stall tactics from a 3 year old.....

Its hard to be upset with your 3 year olds stall tactics when they are this funny:

Tonight, Jack gets out of bed and comes into the living room and says,

"Mom, is it almost a commercial?"

"No, why?"

"Cause I really wanted to talk to you."

"About what?"

"Um......um.........um.......my birthday, and ice cream, and cake, and presents."

"It isn't as bad as you sometimes think it is.
It all works out. Don't worry.
I say that to myself every morning.
It will all work out.
Put your trust in God, and move forward
With faith and confidence in the future.
The Lord will not forsake us.
If we put our trust in Him,
If we pray to Him,
If we will live worthy of His blessings,
He will hear our prayers."

-Gordon B. Hinckley

Oh The Places You'll Go!...

Congratulations! Today is your day. You're off to great places. You're off and away.

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.

You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care. About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there." With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.

And you may not find any you'll want to go down. In that case, of course, you'll head straight out of town.

It's opener there in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you.

And when things start to happen, don't worry. Don't stew. Just go right along. You'll start happening too.

OH! THE PLACES YOU'LL GO!

You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed. You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you'll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don't. Because, sometimes, you won't.

I'm sorry to say so but, sadly, it's true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.

You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You'll be left in a lurch.

You'll come down from the lurch with an unpleasant bump. And chances are, then, that you'll be in a slump. And when you're in a slump, you're not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.......

......You get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place..

The Waiting Place....
....for people just waiting....waiting for a train to go, or a bus to come.....
waiting for wind to fly a kite, or waiting around for Friday night, or waiting perhaps for their uncle Jake, or a pot to boil, or a better break....
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants, or a wig with curls or another chance....

No!
That's not for you!
You'll somehow escape all that waiting and staying. You'll find the bright places where boom bands are playing.

With banner flip-flapping, once more you'll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you're that kind of guy.

Oh the places you'll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when you don't. Because, sometimes, they won't. I'm afraid that some times you'll play lonely games too. Games you can't win, 'cause you'll play against you.

All alone. Whether you like it or not, alone will be something you'll be quite a lot.

And when you're alone, there's a very good chance you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won't want to go on.

But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go though your enemies prowl. On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike. And I know you'll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are.

You'll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You'll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that life's a great balancing act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)
Kid, you'll move mountains!

So....be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
You're off to great places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So..get on your way!

My Mom gave me this Dr. Seuss classic 10 years ago as I was preparing to leave home.
I never could've imagined how much the words would actually resonant with my life.

In the front of the book, she inscribed beautiful words of motherly wisdom. As the day to move inched closer and closer, I was searching frantically for my book, so I could re-read those words and find solace in them.

I couldn't find it anywhere, and was so worried I had lost it. Upon arrival to our temporary home here in Kamas, I found the book. I quickly opened it and read her advice. Those words, too, are perfect for me now, even 10 years later.

As sad as I was to say good bye to my friends, work, and life I had built, I am so happy with decision to move and with the new opportunities that will surely come.

I have felt amazingly at peace each and every day, and opportunities seem to be falling into place.
My mountains are waiting.....

Here's to Hoping...

....that this giant bucket of cheese balls

will buy me some free time so I can get packing.

Our big move is 5 days away.

And I'm not ready.

In SO many ways.

It's Official....

....I'm a soccer Mom.

I won't pretend that the first "game" played out like I had expected it to.

I even had a clever and completely original post in my head.

It went something like this..

Smart Start Soccer Registraton- $28

Tiniest Shin Guards Known to Man-$5.99

Adorable Socks-$6.99

Watching Your First Born Son Score The Game Winning Goal-PRICELESS

Instead....

Upon arrival, the "coaches" informed the parents of the drills we would be teaching our children and gave us each a ball and sent us on our way.

In the middle of a park.

With 100 other kids playing on the swings and slides.

And birds flying around.

And sticks on the ground.

Hundreds. of. distractions.



Regardless, I kicked off my high heels and attempted to enlighten Jack with my vast knowledge of soccer moves.



Needless to say,

He picked up a lot of sticks.

Chased a lot of birds.

Begged to play on the playground.

And ignored me everytime I told him we would leave unless he properly demonstrated the way to do an overhead toss-in.



Yelling at your 3-year old in a crowded park-PRICELESS

You know its bad when......

.......your 3 year old says......

"Mom, I didn't put something too big to

flush in the

toilet.

I really didn't, Mom.

So you don't even need to look."

***************

"Jack, what did you put in the toilet?"

***************

(eyes welling up with tears)

"Nothing, Mom. I did't put any-fing in the toilet."

****************

Culprit:

Large plastic bag

I kept my cool and didn't punish him since he was already crying.

Then I turned around to wash my hands and saw 6 oreos in the bathroom sink.

After that, I think we had both earned a time-out.

Randomness On My Mind

This is what's been on my mind lately...

I must warn you, my mind is a scary place to venture at times...

*reader beware*

I was a very disgruntled customer when I got to Harmons and they were out of the full-size bags of Cadbury mini eggs and I had to buy tiny individual bags instead.

When I got home and unpacked my loot, the thought occurred to me that my candy supply might be getting a little out of hand....

HE is on my mind as usual. He is with his Dad and I miss him fiercely! I'm ashamed to admit that the first 2 days he is gone are rather relaxing for me and I somewhat enjoy it. But after that I'm ready for him to come back.

The other day I got out of the shower and could hear water running in his bathroom, so I yelled across the house,

"JA-ACK" , turn of the waa--teerr."

I assumed he was running his "color changing" cars under it as usual.

I was surprised by his reply.

"Noo--ooo Mom, I'm not finished doing my haa--aaiiirrr."

Then an instant later...in he walks to greet me.

Very. Well. Done.

Yep, even opened the gel by himself!

(and used half the jar)

(and we had to wash his hair 4 times to get it all out)

Also on my mind....

I traded in my Zack Morris brick phone.

Wahoo!!!

Despite my elation over my new phone, I was rather sad to retire my old one.

It was hard for me to say goodbye.

It was even harder for my phone to say goodbye, cause it was dead.

Literally dead.

Wouldn't even work.

The new phone arrived at the perfect time.

It's pretty awesome. It can do amazing things. Like take pictures.

And I think some other things too, but I haven't figured them out yet.

(Valentine's Day at the Park)

Tomorrow, my big sis' is having baby #4!!!!

I am thrilled for her.

But more importantly, the secret will finally be out

and I won't have to keep it in anymore!!!!

In case you didn't know....I scanned her and know what the sex is,

but, NO ONE else knows.

It's been the most difficult secret EVER to keep.

Which probably explains why I haven't kept it.

I've told A LOT of people.

LOTS. OF. PEOPLES.

So I am putting my crafting abilities to the test and sewing a beyond darling boppy pillow cover for her. THIS is the fabric, but its even more cute in person.

I will not show the coordinating fabric and rickrack cause it would be a dead giveaway.

And I'm great at keeping secrets and will not ruin my track record now.

Enough for now...

I'm off now to take a sewing class,

sew said boppy pillow cover,

eat some candy,

work a half-day tomorrow,

drive up to Salt Lake,

meet my adorable niephew(ha ha ha),

pick up my baby,

and be back to work by Thursday.

Now do you see why my mind is so crazy?