Sunday, November 29, 2015

Missed one day because I was too busy enjoying my family! And making sushi!

Missed another day because I got Ebola! Happy winter season!

Thursday, November 26, 2015

It was Thanksgiving! I didn't cook anything! I'm thankful for all these people! And you! And exclamation points!

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

No one threw up today! We went out for lunch with the girls to celebrate my mom's birthday! Our waiter Gilbert photobombed us!

And now there is a picture of him on the Internet!

Happy Wednesday!

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

We're in Colorado! Yesterday the hubs got sick and today WonderGirl and Thing 3 spent the entire day throwing up! So I'm going to bed now, totally wiped out! Happy Tuesday!

Sunday, November 22, 2015

We just played a party for some friends and now we have to get the kids to bed so we can be up at 4am for a 6am flight. So pray for us...

Friday, November 20, 2015

Enjoy these random phone pictures.

I'm going to be bold. At some point - possibly in 2015 - I'm going to be able to touch my toes while standing with my knees straight and all that. I've been googling it and it seems mixed - some places say you can loosen up tight hamstrings, and some say WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?? ABORT ABORT!!
But since Monday, I'm pretty sure I've gotten a millimeter closer.

Oh, and on a totally unrelated note - the whole family is flying to Colorado for Thanksgiving next week. For a week. It is so surreal to be packing sweaters while wearing shorts. Have I mentioned how much I am digging living here??

Thursday, November 19, 2015

I didn't post yesterday. It wasn't that I forgot - it was just that I.. well, I'm a little weirded out. Yesterday I did something completely out of character.

I was awaken (awoke? awoken?) rudely at 4 am with the information that the Dude had thrown up several times during the night, in various locations of his room and the hallway.

Isn't that the perfect start to a day with the perfect excuse to be a total grump?

But after I cleaned things up and went to go back to bed, something really strange happened. I kept going. I didn't want to get back in bed, so I got in the floor and yoga'd. At that unholy hour.

Then I went back to survey the damage upstairs, and ended up vacuuming his room, then the hallway. Then WonderGirl's room. And then I even tackled and tamed the playroom down the hall. I cleaned the bathrooms. I cleaned the kitchen.

That is NOT normal.

Today, I washed all the tile floors and vacuumed the test of the main floor, and cleaned my room. I washed my sheets. I washed the bathmats. I don't even remember what else, I'm tired now, but I haven't been. Whenever I've felt tired, I've day back down in my yoga mat, stretched, breathed, twisted, and then gotten back up and kept going.

Doesn't that sound like normal stuff? But it isn't for me. I'm always exhausted. I usually commit to one thing and then that's it for a while. I can't explain it, living with the physical issues from depression, but that's what it is.

And suddenly this week, with this yoga thing - every time I do one thing, my body goes almost automatically to the next thing. I keep doing things. My body keeps going. That's not normal.

Although right now, I'm finally exhausted. That's normal. So I'm going to bed.

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Snapped this at church Friday. It took everything I had to keep from tracking down a sharpie...

Monday, November 16, 2015


A year and some change ago, I went to my knees seeking an answer to our evening family scripture "study." I use the quotation marks because of the hearing cats issue that flows into every activity this family takes on.

The answer that came was pretty cool - no more attempting the impossible. One scripture a week that we memorize, discuss every night and I tape on the wall for some visual reinforcement.

The Mormon hipster in me was actually a little irked at the whole "ponderize" craze. Like, that was soooo 2014.

But, it was one of those few moments where I was given inspiration so clearly because there no way I'd figure this out for myself (unless I waited a year for General Conference.)

So that's what I got this morning. The inspiration, not General Conference. I was praying last night - not for anything in particular, just for some help with the feeling cruddy all the time. Always tired, always hazy. As I laid in bed this morning, there was a clear, loud, audible answer - "YOGA."

I obeyed. I tried, but the kids woke up and climbed on top of me. Solution: Cosmic Kids Yoga. Google it - I'm on my phone. But it still worked.

We did the Star Wars one.

Well, that and the extra 17 minutes I snuck in my closet after I dropped the kids off at school.

But seriously, I can breathe today.

Oh, and check this shirt that I snagged in Aliexpress for 4 bucks shipped:

Sunday, November 15, 2015

I love church. I especially love attending church on Sunday. I love having my bucket filled and having the chance to serve others. Having a toddler tempers that joy since my main job is focused on him not ruining it for anyone else, but I still manage to get my recharge on most Sundays.

But stake conference... yes,  I know I sang it's praises yesterday and I meant it. Saturday adult session ROCKS.  And last night it was super good. But Sunday... Two hours of trying to keep your kids from Armageddon - level meltdowns is... Even the 9 year old was a bear by the end. That second hour is killer. Especially with a toddler who woke up mad at 5 am and you were the one trying to keep him from waking up the rest of the house... My brain hurts too much to keep tapping this out.

But when future me looks back and sees this,  I want them to remember I was there. I was in the trenches. I'm not a quitter. A grouchy,  dangerous mess,  but I'd be waaaaay more dangerous without it.

Saturday, November 14, 2015


I love stake conference!! Actually, entertaining/muzzling the kids for two hours of church is a beast. The first hour you're doing okay, then that second hour is a gasping, clawing to the finish line. BUT - Saturday night adult session! Church sans kids! I can hear the speakers! Regularly scheduled dinner date with the husband, guaranteed twice a year. GOLDEN.

My Facebook feed has been interesting today, vacilating between the usual benign day to day gripes and horn tooting, and reactions of disbelief and horror, regarding the attacks in Paris, Beruit and elsewhere.

How can anyone have that much hate? How can someone live and breathe with the ability in them to murder the person next to them? I just can't. I can't begin to fathom it, so I don't. I try to put a small piece of light back into the world to neutralize any darkness in my way. I post things like this to Facebook :

And I attempt to appreciate this life I am blessed to live. It could change in an instant, and I want to be able to say I didn't squander this piece on heaven I've been given while I have it.

Friday, November 13, 2015


This was what we were going for for Halloween this year:

No, that's not the best shot of him but it was on my phone and I didn't have to get up to find it so there you go.

Yesterday as we passed each other in the hall, he stopped and said (in the most thoughtful-sounding voice):

"You know mom, giving gifts is just as fun as receiving them."

And for a second I was AWWWWWW, he understands the joy of giving!  And then I realized it was probably just a veiled suggestion...