tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74036682754538040422024-03-05T22:45:06.644-08:00Jessie James and the OutlawsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger332125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403668275453804042.post-66293040079443838112015-08-25T19:59:00.002-07:002015-08-25T19:59:23.799-07:00Parkour<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I say that this kid "literally" climbs the walls. I "literally" mean it. Notice the bare feet. He usually does his best work barefooted. His dad does not like it. At all.<br />
They argue about his shoe wearing on a regualr basis. I really don't care if he wears shoes or not. They're his feet.<br />
So I sign him up for Parkour. It's all about getting in and out of tight spaces and maneuvering majestically from one place to another. It was going to be perfect. He waited impatiently for the class to start.<br />
It came.<br />
I watched him for a full hour jump into pits and figure out how to climb out. I saw him swinging from high bars. Climbing ladders on the walls. Jumping with his body nearly pressed all the way to the ground. Impressive.<br />
I knew he was loving it.<br />
We got in the car.<br />
"I don't like it," he said.<br />
I was in shock. Serious shock.<br />
"What in the world are you talking about....you were amazing! That is exactly what you do at our house...but here you don't get in trouble."<br />
"Oh...it's just that I thought I could come and do whatever moves I wanted to do. I have to actually, like, follow directions."<br />
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And that, my friends. Is Jake. In a nutshell. An adorable little nutshell.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403668275453804042.post-91692337111312210292015-08-25T19:51:00.000-07:002015-08-25T19:51:31.179-07:00Guess How Much I love You?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5sFH1sKWgATZ8b34ARCB0frfDE-ldjXWrLdMyv9z4vB2BzEaYdSn5JDs0txzub4lcCPf_2DNiJBDcn1Z9CCJ1eat61KJMsuIxtK6mP1CWGOBx3D6EB64jU6GPeVl886aRUnxsvWmMoFk/s1600/DSC_0078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>Luke was already sound asleep in his bed. Naomi begged me for just a few stories. It's hard to read in the dark. Unfortunately for Naomi, I wasn't about to risk turning the light on and waking up a cranky three year old. She had an idea. A bright idea.<br />
She grabbed the three inch flashlight her dad gave her. "We can use this," she enthusiastically reported. I couldn't decline.<br />
We settled in under two layers of her comfy "cov covs."<br />
Both of us slightly propped on two pillows. We pulled the "cov covs" close to our necks.<br />
Kindof like camping.<br />
Than I began reading the children's book, "Guess How Much I love you."<br />
We eventually turned off the flashlight and sat in the darkness. Arms wrapped around each other.<br />
Silent.<br />
Naomi whispered, "it's impossible for you to know how much I love you."<br />
"You have no idea how much I love you, I repeated.<br />
I explained to her that one day she will have her own little "Ne Ne" and then she will realize just how much I love her. In fact, I continued, "I would do anything...anything for you."<br />
She thought a minute.<br />
Then she whispered, "even die for me?"<br />
"Absolutely. No questions asked." I held her little body close.<br />
"Oh wow," she responded.<br />
We lay in silence for a mere few seconds.<br />
She wrapped her arm around me tighter and said,<br />
"I would die for you too, mom."<br />
I held her as tight as I could.<br />
I whispered, "you're a very special girl, Naomi. Very, very special."<br />
And I meant it. <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403668275453804042.post-50548817675418835202014-10-30T07:15:00.000-07:002014-10-30T07:22:27.817-07:00THE Backyard<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ever since I was young...I had this marvelous dream of having my very own family. A family of blonde hair, crazy kids who made me laugh and play. I dreamed of a backyard that was completely fenced in. A backyard where we could just be a family. A backyard where I would someday play catch just as my dad did with me. A backyard where my kids learned to kick the ball, throw the ball and climb trees. A backyard that brought my kids as much joy as my backyard did to me. 13 years of marriage and 4.5 kids later...my dream came true in Omaha, Nebraska. I never would have imagined. Omaha. But here we are. As happy as we ever were. In our gigantic backyard that backs to a "forest" where the kids have a tree house and an archery range. A swingset and a patio. A hill to race their homemade go cart down. A perfect place. To be a family. <br />
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Last night when James got home, I retreated up to my bedroom. I was completely exhausted from making four different things for dinner and two kids who still refused to eat. I threw myself on my bed...thinking about crying. I opened my scriptures and started looking for peace. Peace came. From outside my window. I heard my husband playing with the kids. Every single person was laughing hysterically. There were balls being thrown. There was mischief being created. There were memories being made by the second. I closed the sacred book and decided to listen to the sacred music coming from outside my window. The laughter never ceased. Each child took turns creating the peaceful music that I realized I could never tire of. My husband enjoying the dream that I imagined so many years ago. He was dressed in slacks, a shirt and tie. Straight home from work. I could hear that handsome man laughing with my kids and I could see him in my mind... in his handsome clothes. Peace. Complete peace. Joy? Yes. This is exactly what our world is desperately seeking. And I had it right outside my window.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403668275453804042.post-25370773755812275872014-10-29T12:50:00.000-07:002014-10-29T12:52:11.497-07:00First day of School...2014 With a new state...comes a new school. Or, schools, to be exact. Will started Middle school!<br />
Watch out Omaha, Nebraska...the Ford kids are taking over!! We have a 6th grader, 4th grader and 1st grader....leaving all day for Luke and I to fill with cleaning the house and playing 2 year old peek a boo. <br />
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Luke was sad to lose his three biggest fans and best friends...he kisses them every day from his car seat and runs to them when he sees them after school. Kindof a payoff...they all seem happy to see each other after a long day away...let's hope it never changes!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403668275453804042.post-20922308292458478372014-10-29T12:44:00.004-07:002014-11-12T15:33:17.709-08:00Adjusting Nicely...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nearly 4 months in our new home...and we are finding lots of fun things to do...<br />
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He's loving it and for now he says, " I think I should probably just stick to one sport. I've got tons of homework."<br />
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Naomi let me be her soccer coach for her first season ever! UNDEFEATED 6 YEAR OLDS! I was extremely pregnant and had Luke on my hip most of the time due to James' crazy schedule, but all in all, it was one fun season. Naomi thinks she may just be a professional soccer player when she grows up...but she says it's "really, really tiring and I don't give enough water breaks." Life is tough, Kid!<br />
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Jake enjoyed his own bout with soccer. Was a stellar defender. He claims most of his talent is in defending. Same when he played football and now basketball. Hilarious. But most importantly...he always came off the field with a smile. I like that. I really, really like that!</div>
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SO I take the kids crawdad fishing on a warm afternoon. We find sticks, tie some fishing line to it and a half a hot dog to the other end. The crawdads love it. However, we came up shorthanded on crawdads. Without fail...Jake didn't let us leave without catching something...two snakes. arggg. This kid could catch a snake in his sleep. <br />
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Will rocks as an older brother. He's teaching Luke the joys of fishing. Whenever I need a helper for Luke...I call out for Will. Thanks, Buddy. <br />
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A month ago, I received an email from Will's teacher. They would be re-enacting the Civil War! She expected full participation. And the best part about it was that this amazing experience would only cost $54. Seriously?? James and I about died! <br />
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And we had to make cornstarch bullets to shoot out of his authentic rifle. I had corn starch all over my kitchen floor. Not to mention a 9:00 PM run to Safeway to buy cornstarch the night before they were due...<br />
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They were acting out the Battle of the 2nd Bull Run...<br />
I threw Jake, Naomi and Luke in the car to watch the re-enactment. It didn't help that it cost me another $8 to enter the park where the blessed event was taking place! <br />
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Here goes Will in the Union Army to attack the Confederates...<br />
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If you look closely, you can see the fallen soldiers...according to their birthdays, they had to "die" during different battle scenes. It took all day. I could have bought the professional video of the battle for another $35. I declined. <br />
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I picked Will up from school that day and he informed me of his opinion of the field trip. "I'm reallllly glad we actually re-enacted history instead of just watch some stupid, boring video about it. It was sooo cool." Alright. Fine. After all is said and done...a cool experience. Glad he got to do it. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403668275453804042.post-29893740346173425062014-03-29T20:32:00.000-07:002014-03-29T20:55:07.442-07:00Happy #9, Nine, IX<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My Mooch is 9!!<br />
A small miracle. He's decided that he wants to try out Snowboarding! I'd been looking on craigslist forever. I couldn't find anything in his size. I finally callesd a Sports Authority miles away that had an old model board and boots that they were selling at the end of season closeout. I had 12 minutes to get there before closing. I jumped in the car. I pulled up 2 minutes before closing. I ran back to the tech shop. The tech was working on getting the bindings on for me. He looked at me and said, "you're getting a great deal. I don't think this board has ever seen the snow! I just found it in the back." I said a silent prayer of thanks as I payed $69 for a new board and boots...the perfect size for my little buddy!<br />
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James took him up boarding yesterday and he did Awesome! Much better than the day before when I took the kids up skiing. I sent the two boys up the mountain together while I stuck with Naomi. I noticed I hadn't seen them in a while! 40 minutes later my heart started racing. Finally I see Will coming down the hill. He skied over to us to tell us that Jake was on his way down. He had lost his skis at the top of the hill and couldn't put them back on. In classic Jake style, he ditched the skis and poles and started hiking down the mountain. 2 miles down. He hiked in his ski boots. A couple people asked him if he needed help and of course he turned down the offer. When he finally got to me, he stated, "well, at least I got lots of exercise today." His awesome older brother stayed by his side. Skiing slowly by his hiking little bro. Way to go, boys! I was so proud of Will for sticking by his bro, and I was so proud of Jake for getting up and moving forward. He could have just sat there and cried. But he got up and did the only thing he could think of. Move! <br />
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Jake's other birthday present...a date with mom to his favorite restaurant...the Melting Pot. I honestly don't know how he heard about this place. James and I had never been. But he got the idea in his head that it was amazing!! So...off we went. My Mocch and Me. From cheese, to meat to chocolate. We did it all. A date with my son. He even held my hand walking up the stairs to the front door. I was in Heaven. My date couldn't have been any cuter. And funny. He kept me laughing all the way through lunch. A perfect date with a perfect buddy.<br />
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I took Naomi to Disney on Ice with one of her best friends, Maddie. Just picture this: Intermission. You had just watched $40 worth of Belle, Ariel and Rapunzel skating on ice. And their Prince's in colored tights. Your daughter gets up and runs to the concession stand. Your mom had warned you that you HAVE to buy a commemorative sno cone cup for posterity. Ironically, that's exactly where your daughter and her friend stand waiting patiently for their mother's to pay the bill. $12. Seriously? You roll your eyes when the poor lady who sells significantly overpriced sno cones at Disney on Ice tells you that for $12 you don't get to choose your flavor. You get what you get and you don't throw a fit. It's obvious she isn't thrilled her her employment status. It's obvious that I'm not thrilled with her. I hand over my credit card. Who knew I needed so much cash for a sno cone. I wasn't prepared. She slides my card. Then after I sign my name she happens to add, "oh, and if you want a straw...it's another $2." OK...now I am seriously rolling my eyes. $2 for a straw? My friend and I burst out in laughter. Well, I guess you kinda need one to eat a sno cone. I hand back my credit card so she can add the additional $2 for a blessed straw. Total price for the picture? $14. Two credit card transactions. And a Commemorative cup that sits in a corner of her room. I'm pretty sure she doesn't even remember it's there. Trust me, when she gets married and moves out...the cup is going with her!<br />
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The commander and I waiting in carpool for the kids after school. Saying he is completely obsessed with my iphone and anything electronic would be an understatement.<br />
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See??? If someone is on the computer...someone who weighs less than 25 pounds is somewhere close...<br />
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Mattress slides. In a small house...we at the Ford house get creative. One of our favorite activities to relieve sudden boredom.<br />
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Sleeping together in mom's bed is another favorite. <br />
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Or building forts with all the pillows is also a good one.<br />
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And than there's ALWAYS legos. Thank you, Legos. From my heart to yours.<br />
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Jake got a guitar for Christmas. I don't know why, but I think he looks so cute playing it!!<br />
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The commander who needs a haricut. Thanks to my mom, we left him with her for a few hours one night and we came home to a Grandma Nettie haircut. Grandpa Geoff left us a note on the fridge saying that he had absolutely nothing to do with it. He thought for sure we would have a heart attack...my nephew walked in the next morning and announced, "who gave Luke the "dumb and dumber" haircut"? We all burst out laughing! <br />
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And what's Utah without a little skiing?? huh? Huh? <br />
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Naomi's FIRST ever dance recital. We were 20 minutes late and everybody was waiting for us. Seriously?? I was humiliated beyond belief. Every mom and dad and grandma and grandpa were sitting there...waiting for us.</div>
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A month ago I realized that James would be out of town A LOT the first little part of December. I called my mom and asked if she could send my dad out to keep us safe. I tend to get nervous when James isn't home. I should be used to it...and I kinda am. But I was having a moment one night...and my dad obliged. He didn't even call me a wimp. He just came...<br />
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And made the boys a terrarium. The only thing Jake wanted for Christmas was a Venus Fly trap. After Grandpa came...he had to come up with something else he wanted for Christmas... <br />
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Jake has been wanting to go to the Melting Pot for two years now. It's a little pricey...so...guess who made his dream come true???<br />
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This is our Commander. Really. That's what we call him. Sometimes we shorten it to "Mander." This kid. Hilarious. He was the BEST, BEST, BEST baby ever. And than he...turned into a FORD! You know those little tikes slides that say they are for kids 12-36 months?? Well, that was so 3 months ago...Luke graduated. Totally unimpressed with the easiness of the climb. He prefers the slippery kitchen table. Often. Anything that could possibly be climbed...Luke will find it. The dishwasher, the beds, any toy that is greater than one foot off the ground...anything. Oh, and you can't put him in his carseat...he prefers to climb..from the ground. Exhausting. Apparently he's a little on the slim size for his age. After his 15 month checkup the other day when he wouldn't sit still for 5 seconds without screaming...the doctor said, "well I guess we know why he's losing weight. He doesn't sit still, does he?"<br />
He's our Mander. Tonight at Family Home Evening he just climbed right up on the shoe box where the kids stand for brag time. He stood there in his little footed jammies as we all talked about what a great baby boy he was. He just smiled his biggest grin. Not sure if he really knew what we were saying, but he was well aware that we were all adoring him...and he didn't mind one bit. And neither do we. We love the Commander. Thanks for bringing so much joy to our little home, Mander. We love you, buddy!<br />
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I love my Mooch. I was putting the kids to bed the other night. Exhausted. No James. Feeling like a failure. Not sure why. Than Jake came to the rescue.<br />
"Mom, did you know that we are really, really rich?"<br />
"we are rich, I know, but why do you say that?"<br />
"Mom, just look around this house...look at it...every single one of us has our own bed to sleep in...and look at my bed mom...I even have TWO blankets on my bed."<br />
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Oh, Jake. I can't even imagine what this world would be like if everyone were just like you. A prefect world, for sure. THank you for being better than your mom. THank you for being an example. Jake...thank you for being YOU. I love you, buddy.<br />
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Last night, Luke was asleep. Will and Naomi were downstairs watching a movie. James and I were in the backyard playing tackle snow football with Jake. We were out there for about 20 minutes. We came back in. I heard Will and Naomi call up the stairs to make sure it was us.<br />
Apparently, they heard some strange noises. They couldn't find us. They thought we left. When we reassured them it was us, they ran up the stairs to our safety.<br />
"Where did you guys go?" Will asked. We told him we were just in the backyard.<br />
"Oh, well we heard some strange noises and Naomi got scared, so we were just downstairs and I got my pocketknife to keep us safe." He held up his pocketknife for me to see. A smile of pride ran across his face.<br />
His sister's protector.<br />
I laughed lying in bed that night. I'm not quite sure what he was planning to do with his knife. But he had it. A beacon of safety. A true Cub Scout!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403668275453804042.post-82565052986156726792013-11-22T09:38:00.000-08:002013-11-22T09:38:01.812-08:00Jake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My Mooch. He will always be "My Mooch." He is growing up too fast before my eyes. James and I have never really done a lesson for Family Home Evening. We usually have one of the kids plan a lesson, usually by the fly. We have them stand at the front of the room and talk about something they've been thinking about, worrying about, etc... Nothing is off limits. Well, within reason. We do have three boys...if you get my drift.<br />
Monday night came around. Jake sat next to me on the couch. I leaned down and whispered that he was in charge of the lesson today. "OK," he responded. You never really know what they are going to talk about.<br />
That night, I cried.<br />
He began to tell us that in life, it's really important when you have a negative thought, to try to think a positive thought to cancel it out. He asked us for examples of negative thoughts we were having and he would help us turn it to a positive one.<br />
I told him that every day I have a negative thought and I think, "why is my house ALWAYS a mess?"<br />
Without hesitation, he said, "Well, mom, think about it this way...look around the house. Look at all the stuff you have in your house and you'll be grateful for everything you have."<br />
I was shocked. Is this kid mine?<br />
Everyone else gave him examples of negative thoughts and he changed them into positives without hesitation.<br />
Than Naomi spoke.<br />
"Jake, ummm, I get REALLY, REALLY, REALLY scared whenever mm leaves my room at night."<br />
Jake didn't even think.<br />
"OK, Ne Ne. This is what you do. You listen really quietly and you will be able to hear her footsteps so you know that she is there. But also, before she leaves you give her a really big hug and after she leaves you imagine her arms still around your neck and remember just how moms arms feel around your neck. You won't be scared anymore."<br />
I cried.<br />
This little boy. Mine. Well, really he's God's. But for some reason God loaned him to me. I know it's a short time. But I will savor every second. How could I not??Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403668275453804042.post-2380291005471886822013-11-01T15:42:00.002-07:002013-11-01T15:42:41.205-07:00Halloween Freaky Halloween 2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Three weeks to make this beloved costume. Many hours at Staples. Even more hours at home. Thank goodness James stepped in and finished it up. I was losing my patience. Quickly. It had to be perfect. According to Will. I'm still recovering from costume making this year.</div>
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Jake as "Enderman...from Minecraft." Many more hours on costumes. Still exhausted.<br />
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Last but not least...our little..."Ocelot." Bought the costume from Goodwill for $5. I thought it was a leopard, or a cheetah. But oh no. Heaven forbid a Ford should be something normal. The boys are certain...CERTAIN...that his costume most resembles an Ocelot...so here he is.<br />
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Naomi really, REALLY wanted a green wart. James came to the rescue again...not quite sure what he used but it did the trick!<br />
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My oldest nephew...he completely adores me as you can see...<br />
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Mesa Verde!!! The kids LOVED IT.<br />
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Will:<br />
"mom, I'm really nervous that I'm not going to get to the highest Heaven."<br />
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Mom:<br />
"Why, buddy? You're the best kid ever...of course you're going to the highest kingdom."<br />
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Will: "Well, I am just like...like, really shy. I'm scared I'll never be able to ask a girl on a date and I can't get married if I can't talk to girls."<br />
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Mom: "Don't you worry about that for one minute. You are handsome and super smart. The girls will be asking you out!"<br />
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Will: "Oh, well I'm still nervous."<br />
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The other day Will used his amazing vocabulary to make James and I laugh out loud instantaneously.<br />
He hear him say to Jake,<br />
"Jake, your sense of frugality is just ridiculous."<br />
So true, buddy. So true.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403668275453804042.post-3186908668085434292013-10-01T07:23:00.001-07:002013-10-01T07:23:10.996-07:00Naomi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was taking Naomi to school the other day and I noticed a new toy on the playground. "Oh my goodness," I exclaimed. "How fun." "Do you ever play on the new toy?"<br />
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"NO"<br />
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"Oh, why not? It's looks so fun!"<br />
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"Well, the other kids do but I don't"<br />
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"Why?"<br />
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"Oh, mom. I'm just so busy chasing the boys!!"<br />
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Awesome...I told James that she gets this from him. His response...<br />
"I don't know what you're talking about. I never chased boys."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403668275453804042.post-91825139560699605512013-09-15T08:15:00.002-07:002013-09-15T08:16:26.212-07:00Last Night<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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James was working last night. Again. I asked if the boys wanted to come in my bed with me. Jake was dawdling. So it was just Will and I for a while. I'm pretty candid with my kids. Out of the blue, I just reminded him that I didn't want him to be popular. Will, at times, wants to be popular. We talked about the popular kids when I was at Elementary school and where they are today. We talked about how I was not popular in Elementary school and now I have the four best kids and husband in the world. We talked about how being nice is the only real way to be popular...that matters.<br />
I told Will that I'm still not popular. And I don't care. There are people in our ward that have parties and sometimes I don't get invited. Some people think I'm wierd. And I am. And that's O.K. I'd rather be home with my kids anytime. I told him that we are different. Everyone is different.<br />
Then he told me,<br />
"Mom, I think they're just jealous of you.."<br />
"why,?" I asked.<br />
"cause you're a REALLY good mom."<br />
I smiled. I pulled him closer to me.<br />
"if anyone is jealous of me it's because I have a REALLY great kid."<br />
"thanks mom."<br />
Love you, buddy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403668275453804042.post-72643812945195816122013-08-30T18:08:00.000-07:002013-08-30T18:08:00.357-07:00Love you, Buddy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Will was sitting in the cafeteria at school one day. The topic of favorite pizza was brought to the attention of the table. Will chimed in.<br />
"Little Ceasar's." The group teased him. Apparently, Little Caesar's is the WORST! And Parry's is the BEST. Will was humiliated. He knows that we only get Little Caesar's because it's so cheap. Luckily, he loves it. Such a good boy. I love him.<br />
When our neighbors decided to have a garage sale...I had a GRAND idea. We would join them. Sell our old stuff. And hopefully...hopefully...go out to Parry's pizza so Will could feel part of the group.<br />
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We did it. I prayed for $30! Our efforts payed off. $60 later...we were headed off to a good old night of family fun. Not only did we "sit down" at Parry's, we got cheese bread as well.<br />
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31 Flavors!!! Our kids had never been there either. Sorry to any of you Baskin Robbins lovers...but it's not that great. The kids thought it was fun...but nothing that we are dying to re-visit anytime soon.<br />
It was an awesome night!! The kids loved it! And of course, James and I probably loved it even more.<br />
We love these guys!!<br />
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James and the boys heading out to Father's and Son's...Will with his bow and arrow<br />
Jake with his air soft gun...James with his two oldest boys...<br />
All had their favorite things!<br />
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I talked my friend into doing the "dirty dash" race with me. She has a daughter who's friends with Naomi. The girls came with us and cheered us on. They also joined us in the last half mile.<br />
Super Fun! I loved having her with me!!!<br />
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Naomi and Sabrina...great names... Naomi towers over all of her best friends. Just came from the doctor and she's 97% for height. I guess that explains her overbearing nature!!!<br />
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My baby. Literally. My baby.</div>
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scared to death...not sure why anything scares this kid after living in our house for a year.<br />
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now he's got it down... sugar:check, blue food coloring: check, tons of attention: check<br />
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hey there, big guy<br />
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We were in Utah for his First birthday. Party at Grandma Cheryl's. </div>
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Throw up everywhere an hour later was at Grandma Netties.</div>
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Person who got up with him all night with a aching tummy...that would be me. Mom. </div>
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Love you, Buddy.</div>
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Will is dying for me to have another baby. He LOVES Luke. He thinks he is the cutest thing to ever be put on this Earth. He says he doesn't even care if God sends us a girl. Wow. </div>
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Big Big News. Cafe Rio came to the Ford's in Denver. </div>
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5 minutes away.</div>
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Heaven? Yes!</div>
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On Tuesday I took the kids there for their last lunch before school, (or jail...whatever you wanna call it) started on Wednesday.</div>
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Of course we had to wait in line.</div>
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Jake was climbing on the food partition grabbing lids under the 1 inch gap between the window and the counter. He started throwing them at Naomi and Luke.</div>
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Will was climbing on the wooden beams that held our spot in line.</div>
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He fell.</div>
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Hard.</div>
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Luke was throwing his head back and so I put him on the floor to crawl.</div>
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He crawled around in line pulling on people's pant legs. </div>
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I sat there with a smile on my face. </div>
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I have learned that in these situations you musn't show signs of concern. Then people get nervous. </div>
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They worry about your mental health. </div>
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And I don't need more people than me worrying about that. I've got that down.</div>
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At one point a man who was behind me in line smiled and said,</div>
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"yeah...I think you should have 4 more."</div>
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Obviously bewildered why I had 4 in the first place.</div>
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Another lady, a career woman...obviously.</div>
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She was dressed like a million bucks. And had on white pants.</div>
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Pressed white pants.</div>
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That's like a siren that the woman doesn't typically go to Cafe Rio with her four children.</div>
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Women who go to Cafe Rio with 4 children don't have the luxury of wearing white pants.</div>
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Much less ironed white pants. We don't really iron. Unless someone like our mom tells us our kids clothes are looking a bit wrinkly and offer to iron them for us. Then we know we better reprioratize something. Not sure what. But something.</div>
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This white ironed pant woman leaned over and whispered something in my ear.</div>
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I'll never forget it.</div>
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She quietly said,</div>
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"I sure hope you're medicated."</div>
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Wow. I thought the smile on my face as I stood in line with my 4 kids vandalizing the place was enough proof that I didn't need to be medicated. </div>
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Ah, well.</div>
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Next time I'm determined to pull it off a little better.</div>
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Maybe I'll wear pressed white pants. </div>
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