When ya gotta go...

Yesterday, we were coming back from a fun day in Twin Falls. We spent the day with my sister in law, Heather, then had the most expensive trip to Costco (with out buying something like a computer) EVER, then went to a small local toy store and then we were on our way home...so I thought.

We were running late. I thought that Robbie would beat us home, so we were in a hurry. When, of course, 2 minutes after leaving the toy store, Nate says, " Mom I have to go pee pee!" Then Carson says, "MOOOOOOM, POOOOOOOOP....RIGHT NOW!"

We are close to the canyon where there is a visiters center and sort of a rest area, so we stopped there. Much to out dismay, the bathrooms were closed for winter! Carson started freaking out. What is the saying? Necesity brings inventiveness (totally slaughtered it, but you get the idea). So, I found an empty water bottle...that took care of Nate. But what for Carson? Luckily, I had just spent my grocery budget for the whole month and had a box of milk. I emptied the box out and had Carson sit down... Nothing like #2 in a cardboard box. It did the trick, though.

What did I do with the box, you ask. Put it back in the car and threw it away when I got home. Robbie was astounded by this. I wasn't going to leave it there. At the end of this potty trip, I just had to shake my head and laugh...PLUS, Logan was stinky when we got home!

What is with women?

What is with women? Why are we never happy? I guess that I should really speak for myself...this morning when I weighed, I was within 5 lbs of my goal weight...like what I weighed before I got pregnant with Carson...My first thought was, "YES!" I might have even yelled that, BUT then, I immediately thought...I really should lose another 10 to 15 lbs. Why do we do this to ourselves...I just need to remind myself...IT DOES NOT MATTER! So let that be the thought for the day...beauty is not a number. It is who you are inside, not out...it is not in a magazine. It is a REAL woman, being a REAL mom and wife, living a REAL life!

Thank you, Mr. Heimlich

Today I was going to post about our wonderful trip to what I call civilization (others may call it Utah). There are so many stores there...and restaurants...and PEOPLE! Robbie and I went down and took Logan. We went to the BYU game...too bad that they played like a bunch of grannies...it was so bad that we had to drowned our sorrow in icecream from Sub Zero...YUM. Anyway, Grandpa and Grandma Jackson did such a good job babysitting that my kids didn't want to come home. I was thrill to come back and have them all be alive, but now that they are in the guardianship of their mother, we had a close call.

Today we had so many places to run. I hate halloween and had to decide what my kids would be. Carson finally persuaded me that he HAD to be a Pirate. SO, we went to DI to see what we could find...I will post pics when they are done. The boys were thrilled that someone had just left their dinosaurs, so for 2 dollars we added 4 to our collection. Then came my worst nightmare...3 kids and me in Walmart and it gets worse...the dollar store...3 places we never go. After 2 hours of shopping, my kids were hungry, so I went into Little Ceasers and got them breadsticks (dripping, literally, in grease).

Nate was still hungry so I gave him a banana to eat on our way home, FINALLY. I had just entered the busiest street in Burley and Nate is making all kids of funny wheezing noises. I look in my mirror and his face was blue and he was difinately choking...now no sounds at all. I slammed on my brakes and got out of the car...careful to not get us both hit by a car...and did the heimlich maneuver...Banana went shooting out of his mouth. Then he started to cry. And a cute nice lady by this time had pulled over and wanted to help. I just hugged and hugged him. Then my shock reaction set in...SWEAT and shaking. By the time I got home, I was drenched. Thank you mister Heimlich for inventing a way to save my cute little blue eyed boy...

Have you ever...?

Have you ever slept in the nude...I mean completely naked? I haven't, but this morning when I got up at 6 with Logan I had a little suprise. I checked on Carson and Nate and , WOW, my little boy Carson was completely NAKED. There is nothing like a full moon staring at you at 6 am...he has cute little buns. I had to smile and laugh. When he woke up, I asked him why he took off all his clothes. His reponse..."I got hot." Well, ok. How do you dispute that? SO, my cutie pie little boy likes sleeping in the nude. I have been giggling to myself all day.

Remembering...

I had such a fun day on Friday. My cute 88 year old grandma called me and needed a ride to the hospital for some lab work. Then we went and grabbed lunch. We went back to her house and ate. She had stirred up some cinnamon rolls before I came to pick her up. We rolled those out , put them into the over, and then the fun really began.

My sister in law put the bug in my head that someone needed to write my mom's life story. SO, grandma and I got to work. She was remembering my mom as a baby, small girl, teen ager, and adult. We had a tape recorder and reminised for a few hours. It was a wonderful trip down memory lane. It was good for me to remember the funny girl my mom was...after all, she didn't come to earth as a mother. She had a whole lifetime before that. She was a little firey...she had to be with 5 brothers, she was limitless...if she thought about doing something, she did it...never a thought about i can't or what if (excepept when it came to exercise), she was so thoughtful of her mother...I should have taken a lesson there... the list of things we remembered together went on and on...

We soon will have another Friday date...hopefully, minus the hospital trip. It was so soothing to sit at my grandma's kitchen table (a place where nothing has changed for years...so much like...home) and eat delicious cinnamon rolls. It was a day I could relive over and over again.

A mother's heart...

I learned today that there is nothing to prick a mother's heart like the first day of school. I know that it is just preschool, but I feel like this is the start of the end of my time with my little boy. It just gets more and more busy from here. It went just like we rehearsed...walk to the door...hang up back pack...give mom a hug and kiss...then mom is out. THEN the unrehearsed part...the tears I was choking back on the way to the car. Nate kept saying, "Where's Cars...I want to be 4 so that I can go to school." This has been a big week for our family. Carson and school, Nate is now potty trained (he was WAY easier than his brother was), and Logan is scooting everywhere. I feel like life is in fast forward. BOOO HOOO! As I write this, I can think of one day that I dreaded worse than this, and that is the MTC. Good thing we still have 15 years to prepare for that one!

Funny...

Last Friday was Robbie's birthday. We went on a little date together. It was fun. Carson and Nate were staying with his parents while we went out. We were taking Logan with us. Carson asked me if Logan was coming to Grandma's too.

ME: No

CARSON: Why?

ME: Because Logan needs to be with mommy so that he can have his milk for dinner.

CARSON: Grandma has the same parts as you...she can give him milk.

Well, I was cracking up so much that I couldn't finish the conversation. Plus...what do you say to that?

Then, last sunday at church during the closing prayer, the boys were being so naughty. Carson was holding the tips of his index fingers together and saying to Nate, " Cut the pickle"...then nate would chop between his fingers...then, carson would say, "tickle tickle." They were being SO loud. I was trying to sternly whisper to them to fold their arms. Then I grabbed Nate and folded his for him. While I was holding him he was yelling, "Quit tieing me up mom. Quit tieing me up!" Over and over was this pickle and tieing up cycle. It was a marathon closing prayer. Let's just say that warranted sitting on a chair for 10 minutes when we got home from church...they were dreading it and tearful while they were off to primary and nursery. THEN, I forgot. Hopefully this week won't be a repeat.