to cry or laugh...

after having a very rough evening, full of fits and polly pocket time-outs, this is what bayli said to jed upon her return to the family room:

"dad, do you know what these are on my face?"

moment of silence from dad.

"they're tears."

now if that isn't enough to make you cry and laugh in the same moment.
clever and quirky wrapped up in one tiny body, that's how she rolls.

did you check your mail?

from our family to yours, happy holidays!

and no we didn't really send any of these lovelys out. due to employment changes, our budget is too tight this year.

just imagine two cute kiddos, bundled up in their warmest gear, on your porch.
one is trying to sing jingle bells while handing you a bag of truffles with above card attached.
the other is trying to squeeze past you and make themself at home.
i am sure that you can imagine who takes which role.

santa mouse

i love traditions!
i am always fascinated by the traditions of those around me, always looking for something new and exciting to try with my family.

one tradition that is tried and true for our family is santa mouse.

before i was married and had my own family, my mom instilled the santa mouse tradition in me.
on christmas eve we always read the book Santa Mouse, by Michael Brown. then we added Santa Mouse, Where Are You? to the reading list.

in case you have never read these books, santa mouse is santa clause's helper. he goes with him in his sleigh and takes tiny gifts tied with a yellow ribbon. he places these special gifts in your tree.

my nieces and nephews would get so excited about santa mouse.
he used to only visit at grandma's, so it made our family exchange even more special.
the kids would instantly look for signs that the little helper had been there.
but, one year, santa mouse decided it was time to visit each family. he left santa mouse books for each of my siblings to take home.

now that we have our little family, santa mouse makes his presence known. bayli giddily has us read the books throughout december, or whenever she finds them.

then she says, "on christmas eve, we have to be sure and leave cheese for him! oh, and we have to leave carrots or apples for the reindeer. and a treat for santa."

it is so much fun instilling my fondest memories in her.

tank gets a makeover

make that a work over

he got in a fight and lost
now we all get to pay for it

a trip to the vet
a big pussy mess
a lamp shade
dressing changes twice a day
antibiotics that he detests
and confinement

i hope he learned his lesson

fascination with a shredder

it calls to him like a beacon.
he cannot overcome his temptation.
he is drawn to it.

with a quiet close of the door,
he begins his attack.


like a rat with a pile of spare newspapers,
he is focused on one thing.
only, the papers are already shredded.
and, he builds his dream in the middle of an open room.


i hope this fascination ends soon...

the space of ten minutes

chase was playing quietly in the kitchen, too quietly.

i called out, "chase?"
his quick response, "what?"

i know that he has gotten into something.

i walk into the kitchen to see him
happily gnawing on a tube of pina colada chap stick.
his little hands are meticulously slathered in the yellow cream.

chap stick is not an easy thing to wash off.

after i get him semi cleaned up, i start cleaning up the mess in the kitchen.

it is time to get bayli from school.

chase is nowhere to be found, all is quiet.

i call out, "chase?"
quick response, "what?"

i open my bathroom door to this:


he found the halloween makeup tucked away in one of my drawers.
i am sure that is wasn't as tasty.

and i thought the chap stick was hard to clean up.

can you spare some change?

i honestly think that this is the first time that i have placed either of my children in a quarter machine ride.

and yes, they loved it as much as i remember loving them as a kid.

it's good to know that simple things can make my kids grin.

i only wish that it wasn't so hard to find a quarter in the depths of my bag, it's scary down there.

my aha moment

each day i take bayli to preschool, we drive by a soccer field.
and every time we drive by it. i see at least one car parked on the side of the road adjacent to the park where a lone tree and picnic table are.
sometimes the passengers are in their vehicles. sometimes they are sitting at the table looking out across the field of green. other times they are far off in the distance walking through the park.
at 9:30 in the morning i can understand why someone would be out walking through the park, but i did not understand why they were parked on the side of the road adjacent to this tree.
i began to notice that the vehicles and passengers were often the same. there were around 15 different vehicles that i could easily pick out as previous parkers (i know that sounds bad). majority of them were males with a few females from their late 30s to 70s.
i began to wonder why time and time again i would see these same vehicles and passengers at this location. i mean, who parks at a soccer field at 9:30 in the morning anyways?
sometimes there would be more than one vehicle at a time.

i began to think that it was someones drug drop zone. i imagined the events that were taking place there each time i drove by with my babies in the backseat and cringed. i speculated calling the local police department and having them pull a little stakeout job to see what was really going on.
i thought of doing this myself. i was experienced with this type of work once in my life, like 11 yrs ago. my sister-in-law angie's vehicle had been broken into in the apartment complex her family was living in at the time, along with a slew of others. her wallet had been stolen. somehow (my memory is a little shady on the details because i am getting older) we found out the location of the culprit. jed, angie, and i decided to do our own stakeout. we were eager to see the cops pull up to the thieves home, brandish their weapons, and take the villain back to headquarters in cuffs. after we sat there for at least an hour, we realized that the cops weren't showing up that night. sadly we drove back home, our excitement fizzling away.
i decided that doing my own stakeout of the park would be lame, boring work.
so i continued with my drive by speculations.

i pass the park 4 times, between drop off and pick up, 3 times a week. that's 12 times a week that i was able to check out the goings on at the park. i was very keen to the surroundings, at least i thought.

it took a snow storm the day before and a bright beautiful blue sky morning, nearly four months after i began these drivebys, for me to realize the events that were really taking place.

as i glanced at the vehicle ahead, recognizing it and it's passenger immediately, it hit me. in the distance, past the park, across the valley, was the most perfect uninterrupted view of the wasatch mountains. it was a breathtaking view, made more breathtaking by the white magic gracing it.

don't act like i don't notice the mountains that i am graced with each day. because i do view them each and every day. we have beautiful mountain views from our home (at least until the neighbors trees grow and block the view). the roadways surrounding our neighborhood offer many views of both the oquirrh and the wasatch mountains.
most of the time i am driving and only get moments to view their beauty.

this location at the park offered you the ability to stop and enjoy the moment.

so gone are the days of imagining crack and meth dealers meeting to give their regular clients a little fix. and don't get the idea that i live in "a bad part of town," because i don't. these drug exchanges can take place in any kind of area, at least that is what the discovery and history channels tells me.

i am grateful that my eyes were opened to see what others were relishing. their secret spot for daily exchange with mother earth is now my own.
and if you happen to be driving by when i am pulled off to the side of the road adjacent to the tree at the edge of the soccer field, no i am not up to bad business, i am merely getting my daily dose of god is greatness. and if you want, stop and take a minute with me, you will not be disappointed.

giving thanks

we had a wonderful thanksgiving day.
we were surrounded by people that we love.
we ate the food that the people that we love made.
with our bellies full, we watched football and searched the ads.
then we ate some more food.

major accomplishments:
chase lasted the entire day without a nap
chase never once screamed with exhaustion
gertrude, my dad's resident wild turkey, survived the festivities

overall, a great day.

i am so thankful for my loving family and the great country that we live in. the ability to gather together and give thanks. those who came before us and fought and struggled to make our country better. those who still fight and struggle to improve us. we have much to be thankful for.

our little reader

what an amazing sight i get to see.

before preschool started this year(back in august), bayli decided that she wanted to learn how to read.
she had completed learning her letters and the sounds that they make over a year ago. she new a few words: mom, dad, cat, bayli, poop (thanks to her cousin), and some others i can't remember at the moment.
but, i had no clue how to teach her to read. i don't have a grandma reader like my good friend (pay me for your plug).

my sister-in-law, a book lover and mother to 4 amazing kids, had mentioned that she had found something that worked for her daughter. her daughter is the same age as bayli and can read well beyond a 1st grade level.

so i got the info and bought a book.
teach your child to read in 100 easy lessons.
and i must say, A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!!!

we made it through over half the book in about 2 months time. we go at bayli's pace. which some days is 2 lessons and others 1/2 a lesson.
she loves it!
and i love it. i don't pressure her to do a lesson every day. instead i here this, "mommy it's time for a lesson!" she motivates herself to want to read.


i am amazed at what she has learned. silent or as we like to call them tricky letters. sounds like sh, ch, th, ow. sentence structure and the use of question marks and quotation marks. i can't believe how fast she is learning. the human mind and that of a child blows me away.

i am so proud of my little reader!