True Story. AGHHHH!

Just took Owen and Morgan to the grocery store. Above all the meat/cheese/deli stuff this store has decorations of various things. As we were walking Owen said, "Look, there's a big fat pig!" Unfortunately at this time there was a rather large woman in front of us and I sensed some discomfort ( from her, me or both of us--not sure) and so I restated, "Yes, there is a big fat pig up there. What a funny pig."

As we walked down a little further Owen saw something else and said, "Look there's a _________!" Now as he said this we were walking past a black woman and I swear the word he said sounded like the awful "N" word, which I couldn't understand how he could possibly know because we NEVER say it. So I knew that couldn't be true, but I saw the lady look back and sensed some MAJOR discomfort and I was scrambling looking all over the place for what he was talking about. Then I found it and said, "You're right Owen, that is a BAKER. Look, there's another BAKER over there." Really, my heart skipped several beats.

Then a little later a man that worked there was sweeping the floor right by us and he said hello. As he walked away Owen says in his not-so-quite voice, "Mom, who's that big guy? MOM, WHO'S THAT BIG GUY?!!!"

They didn't have any holes to crawl into, so I just continued shopping. :)

Clowns and Angels

Sorry for the double post today...

We had the Primary Program this past Sunday. These are the kids just before church. Owen was the clown of the program...Livy was the angel. She worked so hard on memorizing her whole part, and did it. Owen got up and pretended to say something. It was like this, "mumble mumble mumble scriptures....mumble mumble prayers...mumble." Honestly it was smart because I think people just thought they couldn't really understand him the way he was speaking into the mic. They didn't realize he was totally adlibbing the whole thing. Morgan just looked like an angel and acted like a clown. All in all it was good.

p.s. This is Owen pre-haircut. I cut his hair Sunday night. Shane said if we didn't cut it soon we'd need to put him in a rock band...so I cut.

Man, I love this kid.

Today I took Owen to pre-school. He said bye, hopped out of the car and started to run up to the door. He got about 1/2 way and then he turned around, looking kind of puzzled. I could see his eyes looking at the ground, but I couldn't tell what he was focused on...it just looked like he was thinking. I wondered if he saw a bug on the ground or a toy somebody had dropped. Then he furrowed his brow and started saying something, but I couldn't hear because the windows were up. I rolled the window down and shouted,

"What's that Owen?"

He ran up to the window and said, "Mommy, I forgot for you to give a kiss." (he inverts words).

So I hopped out, he ran around the car and gave me a big hug and kiss and then ran quickly up to the door.

I must admit I was on cloud nine as I drove away. It was ME he stopped to think about.

Those are the moments that make being a Mom totally worth it.

"Don't Judge Me."

On Saturday as Shane was getting ready to paint he yelled to me from the other room, "I'm wearing my tightey-whiteys. Don't judge me." I did a nervous laugh and averted my eyes for my sake because, ew. Which leads me to this question: Why on earth do they even make tightey-whitey's in mens sizes? I'm certain that just like onsies and footie pajamas, tightey-whitey's should have an age limit. Perhaps twelve, and that's pushing it. Don't get me wrong, Shane is a very sexy man, but Owen is the only one that should be wearing said undergarment in this house.

P.S. No I will not be posting a picture of Shane on this post...geesh!

Just Flip It--It Makes All the Difference

As I was driving down the road a few days ago I had this awful thought, "I can't believe I wasted 7 years of my life in a bad marriage." Especially now that I know what life can be like. Often times when I have thoughts like that I will begin to spiral and one negative thought leads to the next and before I know it I'm in gloom and despair. But I knew I didn't want to be in gloom and despair (I've been there too many times), so the next thought I had was this..."You know what, I'm glad it was ONLY 7 years." And as I said that to myself I really was glad. It could have been longer. It could have been worse. I could have never found Shane. Just flipping my perspective made all the difference and suddenly I was able to see the good things in my life. I didn't feel trapped or upset...just lucky. And truly, I am lucky.

"Doesn't Even Matter."

This Saturday Livy and I cuddled for a bit because she has discovered that Saturday is her favorite day since she doesn't have to go to school. (Didn't take her too long to figure that out). Anyway, we were wearing our pajamas and mine are scrub pants with one of Shane's old shirts that has holes at the bottom of it. As we were cuddling she snuggled in real close to me and said, "Mom, I love you." Then she looked down at the bottom of my shirt, put her finger through one of the holes and said, "Doesn't even matter that you have holes in your shirt. Doesn't even matter." Can you believe that? She loves me EVEN WITH holes in my shirt. Now that's love.

My Husband Is A Fine Wine

People are like fruit. Some get better with age, like grapes. Some get rotten with age, like bananas. I know many times people think if you are 34 (or over 25 for that matter, at least in mormonville) and not married, something must be wrong with you. And in many cases they are probably right. But not with Shane.

He's amazing and has taken on me and three kids like it was what he was meant to do. He gets up with the kids every morning and gets them breakfast while he lets me get a few last winks in before the day starts. He makes Livy's lunch every day and he even cut her sandwhich into the shape of a heart the other day. So cute. I never think of stuff like that...he does. He knew she would love it, and she did. He worries about the kids like they were his own...how do we teach them this or that? He's always concerned.

But even more than his love for the kids is his love for me. He rubs my back nearly every night. He's exhuasted. He gets up super early, works hard all day and doesn't stop for a break once he's home. He just keeps going, helping with dinner, cleaning, kids, bedtime, stories, etc. He's tired and probably sore all over too, but it's me he worries about and insists that I let him take care of me. Even when he was sick. It's amazing what having someone who loves you can do for you.

So how did Shane make it to the ripe ol' age of 34 without becoming rotten? He must be made out of grapes... aged to perfection. :)

Pig Pen

You know that character on Charlie Brown...the one that always has that cloud of dirt surrounding him? We lovingly refer to Morgan as our PigPen. It's really quite a talent that she has going for her. I bathe her nightly, then get her dressed every morning and do her hair in ponytails with clips and bows or whatever...then I set her down she walks across the room and somehow her hair is pulled out of it's do, her nose is running with snot, she's got a stain on her shirt and she's pooped her pants. Really, it's impressive. But she just seems to be enjoying herself so much that you can't begrudge her. And besides that, somehow she makes disshevled look adoreable.

I love you Morgan!!!

I Can't Believe I'm Doing This....

Okay folks, I'm making no promises here to keep updated or anything like that. The only reason I created this was because I wanted to become an official follower of my favorite blog http://www.seriouslysoblessed.blogspot.com/. LOVE IT! However, in becoming a fan of that I find myself blog-stalking other people and it's really fun to see what other people are up to. So in case anyone is interested, here is our brief little update.

We are LOVING being in AZ. I am so glad to be back with the family. Olivia started kindergarten (all day) and has already been through her first boyfriend, whom she is now finished with because he doesn't play with her anymore so she no longer likes him. Thank heavens. Owen has started pre-school and can hardly stand the days he doesn't get to go. He puts his backpack on every morning and asks, "Mom, can I go to school today?" Morgan just turned 2 and has become quite the sassy little one. She is super independent and has this low, gravely voice that is so adoreable.

Shane started working for Xerox doing business to business sales and is actually liking it, believe it or not. He already made a sale in his first week and is talking with the higher-ups to see if he can write a training manuel for them. I knew he would be good at it, he's good at everything he does.

I'm just keeping things running and playing with my family a lot....and reading blogs and facebook. Here are some pictures of the kids....Livy and Owen on their first days of school and Morgan on her 2nd birthday holding her balloon. Okay, my first post is officially over. :)