Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Moab Mountain Biking

Greg hasn't been mountain biking since we left Utah. So he was very hyped to spend the weekend with one of his best friends in Moab. The pictures he brought back were beautiful.

The only thing I dont like about these biking excursions are the stories of 100 ft. cliffs and pathways so close to the road that reckless cars become a personal hazard.

Thank you Shayne for keeping him safe...

Let's face it. After 10 years of marriage, my husband is still amazingly hot! I love this man.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

The Human Magnet

I've been sick.

So sick that a few nights ago after dinner I asked Greg if he would mind cleaning up and helping with the kids so I could go fall into my bed. He agreed.

I miss my bed. It's somewhere in a storage center between here and Salt Lake. It's boxed away with my sheets, my pillows, my blankets, my pots and pans, my KitchenAid mixer....


I was within 30 seconds of sleep when two little hands appeared over the edge of my vision, followed by the pink cheeks of Pretty Girl. She gives me one of her 4-teeth grins and immediately starts to cry when she realizes I'm up in bed and she's not with me.

Fine. So I pull her up, quick kiss and put her on Greg's side and try to go back to sleep.

Not so.

Our Big Guy comes in 20 seconds later and tells me he's ready to wash my bedroom windows. Not any of the other dozen windows in the house. He wants the windows in my bedroom. He's armed with my water spray bottle I use for ironing and the squigee from the shower.

He's so willing and excited and anxious to please. How can I say no?

So I've got Big Guy cleaning the windows with the bright setting sunlight blazing through, Pretty Girl is drooling up a storm and keeps slaming her head into my face or my neck without warning, and then Sweetie makes his entrance. He wants to snuggle with mom and complain that he wants a turn to wash the windows.

Greg!! Greg - I need some help please!

He comes in casual, looks over the situation and seeing nothing out of the ordinary replies, "They just wanted to be with you."

Sounds very wonderful now. At the time it wasn't so cute.

Sunday, October 12, 2008


Just wanted to let you all know that is it Rachael's birthday!


Tuesday, October 7, 2008

blah blah blah...

Greg here… (for some reason Rachael insists I begin with that)

Ok, so more of my political ramblings. I was driving around the Avenue’s area of SLC the other day looking at houses (no, we’re not really looking to buy there – at least not now) and I saw a bazillion Obama yard signs. I thought to myself “how in the world do these people manage to dress themselves in the morning, let alone make enough money to afford a house like that?” I can only assume it is their idiot misguided kid that put up the yard sign, but still, shouldn’t the parents demonstrate more discipline?

Then again, when I see McCain bumper stickers I think to myself “how in the world can you support a complete faux-conservative buffoon like McCain?” Granted, there is Palin, but her debate kept a new episode of The Office from being shown that week. Palin, you almost had me. Almost.

Now, when I see the rare Ron Paul bumper sticker affixed to a “car” (if you’ve seen Ron Paul supporter’s cars you’ll know why I used the quotes), I smile and think “fight the good fight, buddy, fight the good fight.” There is a special place in heaven for Ron Paul supporters.

Anyhoo, the point of my rambling is this:

Monday, October 6, 2008

It Begins...

Someone on a friend's blog once wrote they'd rather bang their head against a wall all day than potty train. That pretty much sums it up for me.

Best advice I ever got about potty training has to be credited to my amazing sister-in-law Sherry. Once you start - don't EVER EVER go back. So for better or worse - it begins.

So far Our Sweetie has been pretty good. A few accidents, but lots of success. However, I still afirm this is the one area of parenting I'd like to outsource.