Overheard-Good Cook

I frequently hear from Tayvin things like, "Mom, this is delicious! Thank you so much for making dinner." "Wow, mom, thanks for making us such good food." Etc.Etc.
Pretty sure today was one of my favorites though, "Wow Mom! You're a really good chef. I wish my mouth was really big."

:D

Stay Tuned

Please forgive my laziness-Pictures are coming....

5 miles. That's how far I ran last night.
2 kids. That's how many I had to push in the stroller
6.5 miles. That's how far Nate ran.
87 days. That's how many I have left to train.
13 miles. That's how long our race is.
1.5 years. That's how long I have to think of an excuse to not run a full marathon.
22. That's how many lame running songs I have on my MP3.
0. That's how many lbs I've lost. :(
4 hours. That's how long I'll be lying in the sun on the beach as soon as I hit that mile marker.
15,000 calories. That's what I intend to eat as soon as the race is over.

5 steps. That's how far I make it up the stairs before I want to cry.

Whose idea was this anyway?

Leprachaun Trap

Happy St. Patricks day. Tomorrow. Nate thinks I'm crazy-pretty much I can't stop myself when any holiday comes around. The only thing that can stop me is my dwindling bank account. :(  Anyway, so Tayv & I made a Leprachaun trap today. Ya know, if you catch a leprachaun he'll lead you to a pot of gold? That whole thing. Well, in our house, we'll catch the leprachaun and in order for him to be able to use his magic to get out, he has to leave his gold.  So I've been trying to talk it up for a few days now and Tayv went along with it. Until we were in the middle of making the trap today. That's when Tayv's sweet heart couldn't take anymore. He said he didn't want to catch a leprachaun because tricking is not nice. What do I say to that?

The trap...

The gold...

And there will be little green leprachaun footprints... :)

Rolos picture found here.

Overheard: Crying

We don't allow a lot of crying here. If I'm not allowed to cry, neither are the kids. :)
So when I started to count to five for Tayv to stop crying...
"Mom, remember how sometimes you're sad and it takes you awhile to stop crying? Well, I was like that."

6 times a year. That's about how often I cry and of course he remembers it.

Overheard: Burning

Tayv kept getting in to things he wasn't supposed to today. Because of this, I should have known better than to leave my hot straightner unattended. But he knows better! Anyway, he grabbed it and spent 35 minutes with it under cold water, crying. When he finally got feeling better he told me this:

"Mom, I think I will have to sit down a lot today. Cause when you burn your finger and it hurts really bad, it's good to sit down a lot to make it feel better. Also when you're sick. But I'm not sick. I just burnt my finger and it hurts really bad."

Overheard-Knees

"Mom, look! Tahnyon & I have knees on our hands!"

(Have I ever told you how much I love this kid?)

Overheard-You can be a Doctor

Background-
   Nate's brother is finishing up his rotations and will be graduating as a PA this summer. So when Tayv's ears were killing him, we had Mo look at them to make sure that it was, in fact, his cavity causing the pain. Tayv being the little know-it-all he is, informed me that Uncle Mo couldn't look at his ears because "he's not a doctor."  I explained that he's going to school to become one and that when he's done with all his work, they'll give him a piece of paper saying that he can be a doctor.

So a few weeks ago, Tayvin discovered sticky notes. He thinks they're the greatest thing in the world! He was coloring on some while I was feeding the baby upstairs. Next thing I know, he hands me two sticky notes with 'writing' on them. He then informs me that the first one says, "Stacia, you can be a doctor." And the other one 'said,'  "You can be a missionary."  He gave some to Nate, too.  I love that he thinks missionaries are just as important as doctors.


And guess what... My baby sister gets back from her mission in New Zealand in 8 days!!! (Can't tell we're excited, though, can you?) 

Overheard-Walking Backwards

We went over to visit with some of our neighbors today and Tayv wanted to ride his bike.  On the way back I was walking backwards in front of him.
Tayvin: "Hey stop that."
Me: "Stop what?"
Tayv: "That walkin' backwards stuff. It's creepin' me out. You're gonna wreck or somethin'! "

Can you guess what movie he's been watching?

Overheard-the latest for my 'journal'

-While praying: Thank you..."for these things, in this things, and all about these things."

-Me: "Tayv, can you please start eating your sandwich while I get your yogurt? We need to hurry so you can take your nap before daddy comes home."
 Tayv: "Oh wow, Mom, those are good manners. Thank you for asking with such nice manners but no. I'm sorry, just no."

-My sister will arrive home from her mission in New Zealand in 16 days!  While Tayv was praying this morning, "Thank you for Shara and that she can be in such a nice, safe place where it's summer."

-Also while praying this morning, "Please bless daddy at work where he is making lots of money and spending it. And saving some too."
 I wish it were lots!

I guess we'll try again.

Our Favorite pastime since Christmas...

CANNOT get enough of this sweet face.

Waiting to bowl...I wanted to get a picture of his inch long eye-lashes.

I'm not kidding. I measured them.

It just so happens that Nate decided he'd start reading OUR family journal right after I admited, in writing, that I don't like one of the church hymns. Now he says it's not ok to throw up in my mouth on the blog. So, in order to move it down the page a bit to make him happy- but not delete it, to make me happy, I figured I'd post pictures!

The angel baby...taken awhile ago.

Count your many blessings-blah.

Will you excuse me while I throw up in my mouth? :) I've never cared much for that song-I like the message though-sometimes. Not tonight.
I seem to be having many 'moments' lately that I see what everyone else has and what I don't. Not so much material possessions though.  And I try to pull out of it.  But sometimes, counting my blessings just doesn't cut it.  I've noticed it comes about more when I'm not being really good about reading my scriptures but that's not even the case lately.  So, I'm just wondering... OTHER than counting your blessings and reading your scriptures, what do you do to pull out of those 'moments?'

Sometimes the truth hurts.

Let's start with this-I just had a baby. 3 weeks after I had him, I was back to my pre-pregnancy weight. But alas, a bit of the 'bread-dough' remains on my stomach.
Sometimes when I know Tayvin cannot possibly be full, we feel around on his tummy to see how many spots we can find that have enough room inside for another bite.  The other day after poking his belly, Tayvin informed me of this...
"Mom, my belly is squishy because I just haven't eaten enough. And your belly is squishy because you are 'flat.' And your belly is a little 'flat' because you didn't take good care of your body."

Yup. In all fairness though, he did hear it from me. Oh how I wish I would have thought of what those words would taste like when I had to eat them.   Oh well, maybe I can cover the taste with a brownie or something. :D

Overheard-Prayers

Just like most everyone else on the planet, occasionally Tayvin gets a little redundant with his prayers. Usually it's something to the effect of "Thank you for our leaves and our trees and our grass and our broccolli. And for this family and for our babies."  So tonight when he and I were getting ready to pray he reminded me that he was going to be reverent and that I should too. I reminded him to make sure his prayer was thoughtful. So, this is how it began...
"Heavenly Father, thank you for this bed and this room. And for this prayer that mommy gave me permission to say."