Another Year Older -

Little C turned another year older!He was so excited to celebrate his birthday with his Kindergarten class and I was so happy that I could be part of it as well. This stay-at-home mom thing definately has some perks.

Little C's class sang Happy Birthday to him and this is his "I'm trying not to smile face".

After school we had a family celebration at the bowling lanes - Here are a few of the red carpet guests:

Here's the birthday boy blowing out his candles -

And then digging into all of those presents.

Little C beat me and most all of the party guests - Look at him go!

We love our handsome little man and are so glad he was sent to our home!

Happy Birthday Kiddo!

Happy Birthday!

One year ago we upgraded from this...

to a less hairy, less slobbery, extremely adorable new family member. Little C was simply thrilled when this new addition didn't greet him with an overwhelming lick to the face - as his former housemate had been so fond of. Somehow that little brown haired, olive toned baby turned into this - Quite a different version than was to be expected - but a keeper nonetheless.
So baby turns one - and the party begins.
The discovery of the day - birthday boy doesn't seem to be a fan of his cake or getting dirty -which older brother thinks is totally hilarious -
Buckabu saves the day
and the party pooper is no more. Presents are opened and BSU jerseys adorned - and as long as cake is out of the picture - it seems as if we have a happy one year old on our hands. (Notice the spoilage from the Papa - not only birthday boys get presents -Little C is sporting new apparel as well).

NOW - the moment you have all been waiting for! Really - probably not -but here we go anyway - the following visual is not for the faint of heart.

In preparation of Thanksgiving we thought we would display a turkey -

Or maybe just a Uterus! Gosh, is that truly grotesque?! I can't believe I posted it -

The Baby was a little more difficult to get into this world than we had expected and was finally delivered C-section. The Beloved Spouse mistook this as a photo opportunity - but, on the bright side - at least now we will always treasure the photo of my uterus sitting atop my stomach. Ahhh... how sentimental - or maybe just disgusting.

Beware of the ten o'clock hour

My love is a beautiful amazing woman, but I must warn you when the clock strikes 10pm the bed is the only respite of what may come next. I admit I am a bit of a teaser so I definitely encourage the bloodcurdling seductress, but that is no excuse for the carnage. You may notice the vacant expression of baby who is learning his moms ways, while Little C is becoming more like his mom in a Davey Crockett, creepy kind of alternative. Beware of the ten o'clock hour in our home. Leave us in peace or you might soon face the grave and pray for me! (In reality my wife has improved her evening kindness - because I happen to be a night owl...she really does love me.)

The wife also mentioned our distaste for the morning hours. She is a lovely morning person (even though she may say she is a little scary, really she just loves sleep) but I may be the one to bite of your head. My sisters can attest to the atrocities from our childhood during the early morning hours. Ask the wife, you may wake up to this face...
Other than those times we are lovely people and you are welcome to visit our home! If you are a little daring during this Halloween season you are more than welcome to come visit in the morning or evening hours mauhhhh (evil laugh).

Recently I made the mistake of reading a friend's blog :) His first statement went over the fact about how one should never read the last paragraph on a Tagged post - and that he had made the mistake in doing so - well, let's just say, "I didn't see the sign - and it didn't open up my eyes - and I am not happy now" (old song and now it's stuck in my head. I'm lovin' it) My point -I've Been Tagged.

Below is my "I've-Been-Tagged-Look-of-Alarm- Picture".

You know... I have got to give props to myself in this picture... the nails look phenomenal and the hair shows no obvious signs of needing a root touch up. I haven't been able to say that in a long time. **** This picture was taken two years ago****

Okay, now back on track. If you haven't noticed I sometimes struggle with being serious. I am a surface girl... keep it light my friends... keep it light. But this tagged thing has left me at a cross roads. So my ingenious idea is to provide you with two separate groups of answers - one that I can easily handle and one that - dare I say -is the REAL DEAL. It's like one of those choose your own ending books - except totally not. Alright, Good Luck Readers!

ONE THAT I CAN EASILY HANDLE

JOYS

1. PEPSI

2. COPYING ACCENTS - I CAN'T WATCH SOCCER - I'LL BE EUROPEAN FOR THE REST OF THE DAY

3. MICHAEL JORDAN

FEARS

1. SPIDERS LAYING EGGS IN MY TOES

2. READING ANOTHER ONE OF THE BELOVED SPOUSE'S STORIES ON JEDN'ERIC

3. PEOPLE SHOWING UP TO MY HOUSE BEFORE 10:30 A.M. - BECAUSE I AM SO NOT PRESENTABLE

GOALS

1. SUCCESSFULLY DISHING UP VEGETABLES ON MY KIDS PLATES WITHOUT THEM NOTICING I AM GOING WITHOUT.

2. FINISH MY BOOGER BOOK (ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT BOOGERS)

3. NOT BEING GRUMPY AFTER 10:00 P.M.

CURRENT OBSESSIONS

1. HOW IN THE WORD, TINA FEY AND SARAH PALIN AREN'T TRULY RELATED?

2. WHY MY BREATH SMELLS SO MUCH WORSE THAN EVERYBODY ELSES

3. THE BELOVED SPOUSE

REGRETS

1. LEAVING THE CLEAN LAUNDRY IN THE WASHER FOR TWO DAYS

2. NOT KNOWING THAT YOU SHOULD HOSE OFF A CHILD IN THE FRONT YARD WHEN THEY DECIDE TO HAVE A "BLAST OUT" IN YOUR CAR. (REFER TO PREVIOUS POSTS IF CONFUSED, I THINK SOMEWHERE AROUND MOTHER'S DAY)

3. DISCOVERING AT THE RIPE AGE OF 26 THAT YOU MUST HAVE BAKING SODA IN ORDER TO MAKE CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES. BAKING POWDERS JUST NOT THE SAME.

FACTS ABOUT ME

1. I THINK I CAN RAP - SO WE DO IT ALL DAY - LET ME HEAR YA SAY - HEY HO, HEY HO! (SORRY THAT'S PROBABLY SO INAPPROPRIATE :() i AM SURE IT IS IN REFERENCE TO CHRISTMAS -

2. I HAVE SPIT ISSUES. I WAS BORN WITH AN ABNORMAL AMOUNT OF MUCUS.

3. GOOD THING I HAVE A SPARKLING PERSONALITY - BECAUSE AFTER READING THROUGH THIS... I REALIZE I NEED TO WORK ON BEING MORE OF A LADY.

THE REAL DEAL

JOYS

1. MY BABIES AND THE BELOVED SPOUSE

2. THE SAFETY AND PEACE THAT COMES THROUGH LIVING THE GOSPEL

3. MY SISTERS, WHO ARE MY BEST FRIENDS! (Mom and Dad, I'd like to give you a shout out as well! love ya!)

FEARS

1. NOT PREPARING MY CHILDREN ENOUGH TO TAKE ON THE WORLD

2. I FEAR FOR THIS GREAT NATION AND THE HORRIBLE MORALS IT HAS ADOPTED

3. MY HOUSE AND MY FOOD STORAGE NOT BEING IN ORDER

GOALS

1. TO BE AS AMAZING TO MY SPOUSE AS HE IS TO ME

2. TO REMEMBER TO CHILL OUT AND ENJOY THE MOMENTS

3. HAVE A HOME WHERE OUR CHILDREN CAN FEEL THE SPIRIT. WHERE THEY CAN FEEL SAFE AND PROTECTED FROM THE THINGS OF THE WORLD.

CURRENT OBSESSIONS

1. STUDYING UP ON SOCIALISM - SO I CAN BE BETTER PREPARED FOR THE NEXT CONVERSATION WITH MY FATHER-IN-LAW :)

2. KNOWING WHERE I STAND POLITICALLY - WHICH LEADS ME TO FOCUSING MORE UPON MY GARDEN AND FOOD STORAGE

3. FEELING THE NEED TO DEVELOP MY TALENTS - WE WILL SOON FIND OUT IF THE BANJO FALLS IN THE TALENT CATEGORY.

REGRETS

1. ON MANY TEENAGE OCCASSIONS - BREAKING MY FAMILY'S HEARTS TIME AND TIME AGAIN

2. WASTED TIME ON WORDLY THINGS

3. NOT BEING A BETTER FRIEND

FACTS ABOUT ME

1. I AM A LIVING EXAMPLE OF HOW REAL THE ATONEMENT IS AND KNOW THAT CHANGE IS POSSIBLE - AND THAT IT'S WORTH IT!

2. I AM SHY AND A LITTLE SOCIALLY RETARDED - BUT I PROMISE I'LL TRY TO TELL YOU AT LEAST 3 FUNNY THINGS SO I CAN GET YOU TO LAUGH.

3. I LOVE GETTING TO KNOW MY CHILDREN BETTER EVERY DAY. I LOVE WATCHING THEIR PERSONALITIES DEVELOP AND THEIR SWEET EXAMPLE OF UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.

4. I LOVE THAT MY HUSBAND LOVES MY DISGUSTING SELF. I WATCH IN AWE AT HIS PARENTING ABILITIES, HIS SELFLESSNESS, HIS TESTIMONY, AND HIS DEVOTION TO LIVING THE COMMANDMENTS. I LOVE THAT HE TAKES ME ON DATES AND STOCKS OUR GARAGE WITH PEPSI - JUST TO MAKE ME SMILE!

I LOVE PEOPLE WHO ARE KIND.

I LOVE MY COUNTRY.

I LOVE MY HUSBAND.

I LOVE MY CHILDREN.

I LOVE MY LIFE!

AND LIFE WOULD NOT BE COMPLETE WITHOUT BSU FOOTBALL - I LOVE THE BRONCOS! I HAD TO END WITH SOMETHING A LITTLE UNEXPECTED. MY MUSH CUP HAD ABOUT RUN OVER.

Alright, Hola, Boberin, and Shaggy you're up! Try and be as sap friendly as me :)!

Behind Every Good Marriage is a Big Dork!

Three years later we're still walking down that path of life together, holding hands, shakin' our booties. Well, maybe not shakin' our booties, I've never been quite good at that. Plus, the Beloved Spouse has butt issues. *which I have been strictly banned from blogging about, darn it all. * Sad as this may be, our story is still award winning- receiving five Pepsi's at the least, or popcorns, or stars, or whatever... I just usually prefer Pepsi... but no matter ...

Of course the Beloved Spouse's proposal was off the roof, gangsta style -

no sorry, I just had to make fun of myself for saying "off the roof".

The Beloved Spouse got down on one knee and popped the question at a Jazz game, while thousands of fans cheered. Amidst the feelings of joy, love, embarrassment, and nausea, the Jazz Bear had to remind me to say YES. He did this by grabbing my head; shaking it vigorously up and down.

Technically I guess he never proposed. The little Bear did. When you push on its paw it declares, "Not -So Domestic Goddess, I love you. Will you marry me?"

Oh, I am a sucker for the mush - and the Beloved Spouse truly knows how to cheese it up.

This year for our anniversary we flew to Las Vegas for some brief anniversary love.

You know, we can do this because we are totally loaded. Or maybe we just went to one of those time share seminars where they give you a free trip for attending. You decide-

Unfortunately, what happens in Vegas really stays in Vegas. Case and point - our camera. These are the only two ridiculous photos we have of the whole event. Now you all know how much I enjoy singing opera on thrill rides.

Our free hotel accommodations, or maybe just the scary, dirty, smokey motel that we chose to sleep in because we are penny pincher's, was an adventure. And we may have even tried to live through those evenings of second hand smoke bliss and the inch of water all over the bathroom floor - due to a leaky shower faucet - but, shoot dog. I called the front desk and asked if they possibly had a non-smoking room that we could be transferred to. They said, "You are in a non-smoking room."

Odd, I thought while glancing over at the ash tray sitting innocently on the table. I responded, "Why is there an ash tray in a non-smoking room?"

"Well, everyone kept smoking in our non-smoking rooms, so we had to start putting ash trays in them."

Well gosh, that's just pure genius if you ask me.

Using a coupon we found in our delightful non-smoking, ash tray filled room, we made a reservation elsewhere.

It was pretty mellow from this point on. We did lots of sight seeing, didn't gamble... very much, and just enjoyed being together. The Beloved Spouse and I have one sure thing going in our favor - we are pals. Even though our anniversary pictures were lost I am sure they would slightly resemble these. Because being dorks is what we do best - here, there, and everywhere. About a month ago we were doing a photo shoot of how our lips are on two totally different ends of the spectrum. The Beloved Spouse having an abundance thereof and me well... I don't think I have lips maybe just ips?
Profile View - I know you all are loving this.
Mine kind of look more like a hot pot, a geyser if you will - Bumpy with a spout? Yikes!
The morale to the story is- Dorkiness plus all that other fantastic juicy crap = happy successful marriage.I love you dear!

Oh What The?!

Great spot for fishing eh?You say horse pasture, we say horse pasture, Dad says - fishing pond. Nope, this is exactly the spot they told him was great for fishing.

Right... Even the horse is thinking,
"I am quite sure this is private property and all you're catching is my saliva and floaty horsey logs."

The horses thought makes us so hungry we decide to have picnic...
ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD!
Hey, don't knock it until you try it. Or maybe just knock it.
Regardless, (oh sorry side note, don't you hate when people say irregardless? What the world does that mean? Regardless of being regardless... shouldn't be a word my friends - it's like adding on an irre to nevertheless. - Continuing on...)
Irrenevertheless, we still had a rockin' time.





And we even found a real fishing hole.

I am Surrounded By Boogers!

Do you ever feel that way? Little C has developed this horrible habit of realizing he has a ton of sticky mucus in his nose every time he gets in the car. Every two seconds I hear, "Mom, I have a booger. Mom, I have a booger." Then, "Can I have a tissue, can I have a tissue?"

I must admit that I am extremely grateful for the tissue request, but rest assured, we already went through the boogers on the window phase
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But, what happens with all of those lovely tissues? You got it - they end up on the floor of your car. And few things are worse than picking up someone else's used tissues. Especially when they are too young to conceal the pollution that was blown therein. SOLUTION:

Just in case you're driving by a sexy black wagon with a 5 year old's finger hanging out the window; booger dangling on end - that's us! Feel free to wave. Just one final word: I hope one doesn't flip on your car-because they are little buggers to clean off. :)

I AM AWARE THAT ELSE'S AND OLD'S ARE NOT EVEN WORDS - BUT MY BRAIN COULDN'T COME UP WITH PROPER SUBSTITUTIONS. THANKS FOR UNDERSTANDING!

And He looks so innocent!

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Where'd the Breast Milk Go?

So, I grew these darn teeth and nothing has been the same since. Everybody was saying, "Congratulations" and "Way to go buddy!" ... my final conclusion is: I am surrounded by crazy people.

They've started giving me odd shaped, colorful, sour tasting pieces of who knows what- for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

I started feeling more confident when they handed me an object that vaguely resembled the nourishment tools from my past ...
but could they be trusted? Hmmm...
NO, NO, NO THEY COULD NOT!
Gosh, why me? Where'd my breast milk go??