So, fun times. Max was sick for 3 days. His fever got worse every day. Yesterday it was up to 104. I got a little worried. The doctor's office actually told me NOT to come in unless his fever lasted longer than 3 days, or went over 105! Crazy! You think I'd let it get that high without giving the poor guy any meds??? So, we didn't go in and was totally prepared to get him in today, BUT he's all better. No fever. I have playgroup on Thursdays for the kids and, I swear, every Thursday for a month I've had one of the kids sick or something crazy going on. Nice. My Mommy-friends must think I'm ditching them!!!
So Maddie is cracking us up lately. I swim early, so I was able to come home and make breakfast and enjoy it with Lars before Maddie came down to eat... She sat at the table with us, I got her pancake... She thanked me for making her breakfast and also said "thank you" for Lars. She asked Lars how work was (although he hadn't even been to school yet b/c it was 8am). Then, like Max is an appendage of mine, her face turned stark white and she asked me where Max was (as she surveyed my body for him). I told her he was in bed still and she simply agreed with me. And now that we've watched so much High School Musical, she busted out in to song. Even a bit later in her bath she sang a song that she made up called "Shake Your Bum." The lyrics are as follows: Shake your bum Shake your bum Shake your bum All Day Long!
Sweet. I love her. Oh, and at lunch today she told me she really likes my shirt I'm wearing. What a perfect little human. :)
Friday, May 29, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Tiff and Drew Finally Tied the Knot!
It was nice to be back at the Manti Temple, where Lars and I also got married (as well as Esa and Brian, and Lars' parents).
Max and I tried to fight the sun for a picture. We didn't get any of Tiff and Drew because it was raining and we didn't want to bother them while the photographer was trying to get some nice ones of them. I suppose I could have stolen a photo or two of them not looking at the camera, but I wasn't thinking. I just wanted to get us out of the rain too!My Babygirl LOVES her Daddy! They're always playing and having fun together!
Maddie and Bryson (Esa's Son) are best buddies. At the luncheon they were dancing the afternoon away!!! 
Also at the luncheon, I've noticed as Max is getting more and more hungry when he sees others eating. He's pretty jealous! I pretty much have to feed him whenever we're out to dinner, which is quite a pain!, or Lars has to hold him to detain his thoughts while I scarf my food down!
The night before the wedding we had a get together with Drew's family. It was so nice. He has a freakin awesome family! After they left we roasted marshmallows over a crappy wet fire! But they were still good!!!
All in all it was a great weekend. I'm so proud of Tiff and all that she's accomplished! Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Maddie's Photo Shoot
Maddie wanted to have a photo shoot yesterday. Since she's so dang cute I couldn't resist. Here's some cute pictures we got from it!
Monday, May 18, 2009
Food and My Family; is there anything better?
So I pretty much have the GREATEST husband EVER! He goes to school, works hard, plays with the kids, fulfills his church responsibilities, and then he finds time to cook me AMAZING meals almost daily. On Saturday, he made me an amazing Avocado Bacon Burger and we ate outside. It was so much fun. We put down an old rug and some floor pillows on the patio and took the kids and our food out to enjoy. It was probably the greatest thing because I had everything I LOVE out there; food, my three favorite people in the world, and, oh yeah, FOOD.
So minus the startled expression, Max looked way cute for church yesterday. His tie kept popping out because he has no neck, but it was still way cute! His hives are back. I have an appt with the doctor on Wednesday. I'm totally at a loss for what is going on. Maybe pollen? We went on a long bike ride Sat and that night he screamed bloody murder all night. I gave him Benadryl and he eventually quieted enough to sleep. Yesterday, we went to Becca's and again last night he screamed his head off and had hives again. So maybe her dog??? I dunno. All I can say is POOR BABY. But I cannot keep pumping meds in him, it doesn't seem healthy... and I think I need some real sleep!
Maddie looked stunning for church as well. She's so stinkin cute that sometimes I cannot even get my words out to discipline her! She just flutters her little eye lashes, or asks for me to hold her, or apologizes and I still melt. But BOY-OH-BOY does she have quite the little attitude on her! She's convinced she's the boss. Last week she told me she wanted a cupcake. I told her she had to wait until after lunch. She immediately replied "Mom, I am the Boss! I make the rules! I told you I want a cupcake right now! Give me a CUPCAKE!" HA. All I could do is laugh. I was so dumbfounded that she would complete that entire thought like that. Hmph. You make the rules, do you??? I couldn't even reprimand her I was laughing so hard! Needless-to-say, there was no cupcake eating that happened that day and I most certainly addressed that attitude after I caught my breath!!!
Well, other than crappy sleep and a silly girl to deal with, there's nothing much else going on. Except that I'm feeling compelled to do the Triathlon THIS July. I kind of want to just try and finish; despite my finishing time. I guess we'll see how I feel about things in a few weeks, but I don't think it's a bad idea to try it out... even if only to see what I need to focus on to do well next year.
So minus the startled expression, Max looked way cute for church yesterday. His tie kept popping out because he has no neck, but it was still way cute! His hives are back. I have an appt with the doctor on Wednesday. I'm totally at a loss for what is going on. Maybe pollen? We went on a long bike ride Sat and that night he screamed bloody murder all night. I gave him Benadryl and he eventually quieted enough to sleep. Yesterday, we went to Becca's and again last night he screamed his head off and had hives again. So maybe her dog??? I dunno. All I can say is POOR BABY. But I cannot keep pumping meds in him, it doesn't seem healthy... and I think I need some real sleep!
Maddie looked stunning for church as well. She's so stinkin cute that sometimes I cannot even get my words out to discipline her! She just flutters her little eye lashes, or asks for me to hold her, or apologizes and I still melt. But BOY-OH-BOY does she have quite the little attitude on her! She's convinced she's the boss. Last week she told me she wanted a cupcake. I told her she had to wait until after lunch. She immediately replied "Mom, I am the Boss! I make the rules! I told you I want a cupcake right now! Give me a CUPCAKE!" HA. All I could do is laugh. I was so dumbfounded that she would complete that entire thought like that. Hmph. You make the rules, do you??? I couldn't even reprimand her I was laughing so hard! Needless-to-say, there was no cupcake eating that happened that day and I most certainly addressed that attitude after I caught my breath!!!
Well, other than crappy sleep and a silly girl to deal with, there's nothing much else going on. Except that I'm feeling compelled to do the Triathlon THIS July. I kind of want to just try and finish; despite my finishing time. I guess we'll see how I feel about things in a few weeks, but I don't think it's a bad idea to try it out... even if only to see what I need to focus on to do well next year. Saturday, May 16, 2009
Randomness
Maddie got a haircut! I am so sick of the scraggly look, so I finally gave in and let Tiff chop it all off. It's cute, but I'm sure I won't be cutting it again for a VERY long time. I love when her hair is long.
So I have this new AMAZING spoon that's a life saver! "A spoon?!" you might be thinking?! YES! A spoon. It's so cool. You put the food inside the handle and squeeze to dispense it. It's genius, I tell you. Simply genius. No more messy Max. He loves to shove the food in his mouth so this eliminates the bowl and crazy mess from the bowl. Also, it gets the food in his mouth PRONTO so he's not freaking out between every bite. I can shovel by just squeezing more on the spoon. So great. Buy it for all your mommy friends, or for yourself! At $7-and-some-change it's totally worth it!
Last night we had over the Lambertsen Clan for dinner (9 adults, 4 kids). We try to do it on Mondays, but last Monday we celebrated Mother's Day solo at a nice restaurant here. Anyway, after dinner Maddie appears with a gallon of Cookie Dough Ice Cream. "Let's eat this ice cream now..." Lars and I look at each other like "Where the heck did that come from?" So we ask Maddie who replies that it's from the garage (like we're stupid) and leads us there to prove it. Oh, yeah, she pulled up Max's old carseat to the deep freeze, opened the lid, and dug in for the goods! Nice. I have great faith that if she were stranded alone for a month, she would survive!Thursday, May 14, 2009
Oh, that confidence high I had; IT'S GONE!
Have you ever been kicked in the face?! Oh, me neither on the physical kind, BUT I sure got an emotional beating today!
So at the pool today I decided, of the three lanes to choose from, to pick the lane with the slow, seemingly uncoordinated old lady to swim with. She already had another swimmer with her, as did the lane to the left, and with 2 people already in the lane to the right, it was circle-swim or do aquacise with the geezers... Wrong choice.
I got to swimming and passed the old lady a few times, but started to get slower as my adrenaline mellowed. Before too long, the "slow" old lady was passing me up. I was embarrassed and ashamed. I kept trying to push myself to go faster, especially because Phelps and his top two competitors were swimming in the lane to the left of me, but I had little success. I swear even the aquacise folk were pointing and laughing at my incompetence. So I just kept swimming and let the invisible tears wash away with each stroke...
About half-an-hour into my swim, girl #2 left our lane. It was me and the old lady for a minute and then she disappeared. I was elated to have the lane to myself and immediately dove (no pun intended) in to my normal "no people" routine which includes a lap of breaststroke and about 5 laps of holding my breath and swimming as far as I can to the other side of the pool, like some silly 5th grader. As I was completing my flip-turn I decided to push off the wall with as much force as I could conjure up and... CRASH!!!! I ran right in to Mrs. Slow-Stroke herself. Of course I should have known that the workhorse just hopped out for a quick drink of water. Nice. Now I'm slower than the old lady and retarded. That's just freakin fantastic.
Now I'm apologizing like crazy to the very sweet, too forgiving old lady and I've messed up my groove. My next 20-something laps are sloppy, uncoordinated and pitiful.
After my rhythm starts to rejoin me, a third party joins our lane. Great. Whatever. She is certainly one of "them" (the competitive swimming kind) and does several uncomfortable laps around me and Mrs. Faster-Than-Me. By this time my goggles are filling up with chlorine, sweat, or tears, and I've almost had enough. I pretend to not be bothered by my slow pace and meticulously execute another flip-turn opening my eyes right before colliding with the old lady again. Yeah. Of course. I nod, and apologize for my painfully slow pace, my inability to circle lanes effectively, the incoordination I was cursed with. On my next few laps I just THANK HEAVEN for not running into her again and try to remember my love for swimming.
A few more laps around the pool and it's already 6:25. I stand at the edge of the pool and pretend to be stretching, even though I'm not really even sure how to do anything that might help my muscle aches. I try to hoist myself out of the pool and my jelly-arms quiver, barely letting me leave the pool. Sweet. A grand exit. I grab what's left of my pride and head to the locker room where I stand in a lukewarm shower and watch the morbidly obese lady struggle to redress herself, like it's an eyesore. I take off my 2-sizes-too-small swimsuit and redress without enthusiasm, devoid of emotion. Maybe drained. Probably tired.
I hop in my car with a minimal amount of energy and sigh like my stinkin world is crashing down. I head back toward Logan. As I'm driving, beating myself up, questioning my ability to even compete in a triathlon, I watch the heifers at the dairy. One is pacing along side a fence and another is on the other side running madly all awkward-like and cattywhompus (which apparently has no 'S'). It's me. That stupid heifer is me.
I speed up just in time to meet eyes with a policeman in an unmarked car. sure. hit me. ticket me. make my day. BUT luckily he doesn't. Maybe you can read defeat on someone's face. Maybe he just saw a heifer driving a car and was too amused to chase me.
So I thank heaven for the second time today and head home to find Max has been screaming for close to an hour, and my Only Solace is off to go to his summer school classes. Why do I swim? Why do I bother? Why do I, the girl that has hated competition in any form ALL MY LIFE, want to compete in a triathlon? I dunno. I just don't know.
...And then Max giggles and laughs with me, maybe at me. Maybe he overheard me telling Lars what happened today. But he numbs it. The feeling of inadequacy. He's my little antidote. And I can't help but laugh.
I'm upset because I'm a slow swimmer. How silly. Who cares if I come in one hour after the last athlete at the triathlon??? At least I'll finish.
So at the pool today I decided, of the three lanes to choose from, to pick the lane with the slow, seemingly uncoordinated old lady to swim with. She already had another swimmer with her, as did the lane to the left, and with 2 people already in the lane to the right, it was circle-swim or do aquacise with the geezers... Wrong choice.
I got to swimming and passed the old lady a few times, but started to get slower as my adrenaline mellowed. Before too long, the "slow" old lady was passing me up. I was embarrassed and ashamed. I kept trying to push myself to go faster, especially because Phelps and his top two competitors were swimming in the lane to the left of me, but I had little success. I swear even the aquacise folk were pointing and laughing at my incompetence. So I just kept swimming and let the invisible tears wash away with each stroke...
About half-an-hour into my swim, girl #2 left our lane. It was me and the old lady for a minute and then she disappeared. I was elated to have the lane to myself and immediately dove (no pun intended) in to my normal "no people" routine which includes a lap of breaststroke and about 5 laps of holding my breath and swimming as far as I can to the other side of the pool, like some silly 5th grader. As I was completing my flip-turn I decided to push off the wall with as much force as I could conjure up and... CRASH!!!! I ran right in to Mrs. Slow-Stroke herself. Of course I should have known that the workhorse just hopped out for a quick drink of water. Nice. Now I'm slower than the old lady and retarded. That's just freakin fantastic.
Now I'm apologizing like crazy to the very sweet, too forgiving old lady and I've messed up my groove. My next 20-something laps are sloppy, uncoordinated and pitiful.
After my rhythm starts to rejoin me, a third party joins our lane. Great. Whatever. She is certainly one of "them" (the competitive swimming kind) and does several uncomfortable laps around me and Mrs. Faster-Than-Me. By this time my goggles are filling up with chlorine, sweat, or tears, and I've almost had enough. I pretend to not be bothered by my slow pace and meticulously execute another flip-turn opening my eyes right before colliding with the old lady again. Yeah. Of course. I nod, and apologize for my painfully slow pace, my inability to circle lanes effectively, the incoordination I was cursed with. On my next few laps I just THANK HEAVEN for not running into her again and try to remember my love for swimming.
A few more laps around the pool and it's already 6:25. I stand at the edge of the pool and pretend to be stretching, even though I'm not really even sure how to do anything that might help my muscle aches. I try to hoist myself out of the pool and my jelly-arms quiver, barely letting me leave the pool. Sweet. A grand exit. I grab what's left of my pride and head to the locker room where I stand in a lukewarm shower and watch the morbidly obese lady struggle to redress herself, like it's an eyesore. I take off my 2-sizes-too-small swimsuit and redress without enthusiasm, devoid of emotion. Maybe drained. Probably tired.
I hop in my car with a minimal amount of energy and sigh like my stinkin world is crashing down. I head back toward Logan. As I'm driving, beating myself up, questioning my ability to even compete in a triathlon, I watch the heifers at the dairy. One is pacing along side a fence and another is on the other side running madly all awkward-like and cattywhompus (which apparently has no 'S'). It's me. That stupid heifer is me.
I speed up just in time to meet eyes with a policeman in an unmarked car. sure. hit me. ticket me. make my day. BUT luckily he doesn't. Maybe you can read defeat on someone's face. Maybe he just saw a heifer driving a car and was too amused to chase me.
So I thank heaven for the second time today and head home to find Max has been screaming for close to an hour, and my Only Solace is off to go to his summer school classes. Why do I swim? Why do I bother? Why do I, the girl that has hated competition in any form ALL MY LIFE, want to compete in a triathlon? I dunno. I just don't know.
...And then Max giggles and laughs with me, maybe at me. Maybe he overheard me telling Lars what happened today. But he numbs it. The feeling of inadequacy. He's my little antidote. And I can't help but laugh.
I'm upset because I'm a slow swimmer. How silly. Who cares if I come in one hour after the last athlete at the triathlon??? At least I'll finish.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Confession #2
So my first embarrassing confession was Twilight. My second is High School Musical. We just watched the movie and loved it! So cute! What am I, 14 again??? (Although the actual play HSM was better!)
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