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I broke my shoulder and my thumb trying to tame the bunny hill (in march i think).

My son doesn't want me to go skiing with him next year because I wasn't 'doing it right' and that is why I got hurt.

How inconvenient for him, in other words.

Alaina was sporting a gap in her mouth that could comfortably fit at least 2 oreos in it. She is now filling in that gap with some new teeth and is attempting 3 oreos along her the bottom of her mouth as two more teeth threaten to fall out.

She can ride a two wheeler.

And has discovered the delight and wonder of boys.

Heaven take me now.

Please!

Damon turned two.

I swear there is an internal switch hidden inside our sweet innocents. It is promptly flipped as soon as the candles are blown out, or eaten. . .

whichever your child prefers.

(mine apparently likes the flavor of wax).

If you are not familiar with the switch that morphs a child into pure trouble . . .

curse you.

If you are familiar with it. ..

bless you!

He has become very familiar with the following question:

"Do you want me to spank your bottom?"

To which he promptly, emphatically and increduluously answers,

"NOooah. no span baah!"

(I am an evil mother who beats her children)

Matthew very lackadaisically attended and characteristically missed his pre-school graduation. Every Tuesday and Thursday consisted of an argument about going -

he being totally contrawise.

Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday consisted of an argument as well. . .

these times he wanted to know why he couldn't go.

I couldn't win.

I hope he likes it better next year. Maybe my luck will change as he will be going MWF and not TTH. Perhaps his argument will flip?

Chuck has flown half the country over 1/2 a dozen times for training for an old job and his current one.

Go figure. . . training still continues for the job he no longer performs and he is more obviously required to attend training for his present position.

While he isn't in the air or the office or somewhere between Ogden and Provo he is most often found burning the midnight and early morning hours working on our house.

I do not know how he does it.

Where he gets his strength or stamina to continue and then come home and take care of all our needs too!

MY HERO.

And by the end of this month our house will be done, will be beautiful and will be ours!

Time marches on. . . if I am not careful I find it's footprints all over my back. So here is to at least staying even with it! :)

I can handle the elbow jabs.

Kid Pictures

This was her valentine day card. Imagine a sucker in her hand. I just cut slits at the top of her fist and the bottom of her fist and she put the suckers in! So easy peasie, and so fun!

So here are some pics I took. . . just playin' round. This was actually Matt's Valentine Card (with a candy attached)

Don't look too closely, or you'll see the green oozing from his little nose!

My Three Little Riddles

'Laina Marie
If only all my children loved the camera like she did. I would be in H.E.A.V.E.N.

In a Nutshell

I have been negligent . . . in a nutshell.

We have been sick with flu, pnuemonia, and flu again . . . in a nutshell. Alaina says she found her flu bug in the toilet the next day!

We are well now - I hope . . . in a nutshell. Once Matthew started feeling better he decided it was too much of a good thing (feeling well that is) so decided to get up close and personal with the fireplace and cracked his front tooth. Luckily his tooth appears to be as stubborn as he, and is hanging in there for now.

And if you can imagine all the stuff that must fill in these gaps you will gather my nutshell is pretty big!

I really got tired of looking at my last post so had to put something else up here . . . in a nutshell.

Merry Christmas! I make no promises toward a renewed dedication of keeping this updated. Under promise over perform!

Mattatoullie Birthday

He is 4. . . 1, 2, 3, FOUR!

I can still remember when he used to suck on his fist. . .thumb side. . .till is was chapped and raw. I can still remember when he used to call his big sis NAUNIE. Cute little boy. Now he calls his big sis by her name minus the first A, he still needs a cup of strawberry milk before bed, and Big Fat Monkey is still a bosom buddy.

Now he loves trains, and volcanos and can't wait till the snow sticks so he can go skiing and sledding. Loves loves loves his bike and can't wait to go back to Yuma to visit Nanna and Papa!

Here's the birthday boy.

Here's the cake:

Here's where we went:

First Day of School (A Whole Month LATER)

Well now is a good time to get caught up. Here are the little Riddles on their first day of school.

VERY READY.

VERY EXCITED.

VERY MUCH NOT ANY TEARS. (from me or them. . . does that mean I am heartless?)

I think it means we were all VERY ready for this. The last couple of months have been absolutely crazy and scrambled up. School means schedule and stability. Both VERY good things!

And don't forget their 1st Day of School Breakfast Requests:

Green Eggs and Ham (sans the ham)

Purple Eggs and Ham (sans the ham and a little more grayish blue than purple)
Nothing like a good nutritious morning breakfast!

I Love Your Guts!

Funny story. Mom and Kaycie and a few lucky others. . . accept my apology for telling this story yet again. But somethings are worth a few tells.

Me to Matt: "Matt, I love your guts!"

Matt to Me: "Mom. . . you love my guts? Why do you love my guts? Do they smell good?"

Me to Matt: "Um. . .ok. . yeah they smell good!"

Matt to Me: "Mom, do my nuts smell good?"

Me to Matt: choke, cough, cough. . ."Your nuts? Matt, where are your nuts?"

Matt to Me: "Right here!" pointing to his knee caps in a very matter-of-fact tone.

I laughed my guts out!

Taco Tuesday

One of our new traditions is something we like to call Taco Tuesday. Thanks to Del Taco's three tacos for 2.09 and our desire to have dinner with Daddy after Mutual, we zip on over to the local Del Taco most Tuesdays for dinner.

I must admit I love this family tradition, unhealthy fast food aside, it is something my kids really look forward to. And often-times, come Saturday or Sunday they are already talking about the upcoming Taco Tuesday.

Alaina and Matt prefer no cheese, no lettuce and soft.

Chuck and I have recently added their Crunchy Fish Taco to our order. And don't forget the Cherry Coke for Chuck. (Don't worry I will be nice to the drive thru employee and you won't have to drink pee again sweetheart. . . to understand check out John Caparulo's Meet Cap for explanation -- long and short, the last person you want to get nasty with is the drive thru guy. . .who knows what he will do to your drink!)

And I think tonight we added to this fun family tradition. . . heads up and out as the kids get to drive down our street with their heads out the sun roof!

Do you have a favorite family tradition? What is it?

Cracked Open

A distress call from the far corner of the family room. . . "Mooooommmmm! I cracked my head open". Snot running freely from the nose in the couple of seconds it took for him to cross the room to my side.

Normally I feed into their distress. This time I decided to try a bit of humor; maybe it would assuage the crisis at hand. His head was cracked open! Well you know, not really.

"Matt, your head is cracked open? What happened to your brains?"

"They fell out mom." "What will you do without your brains Matt?"

"I guess I will put them back in." Good idea Matt! And guess what?
. . . You're not crying anymore.

they can be so sweet to eachother!
I really like this picture except for how dark alaina's face is. any suggestions?

and my personal fav. trying to fiddle with it. so far this is all i have.

one of my favorite things to do when I visit any town is go to the nearest temple. We almost always stop in St. George for temple pictures whenever we go to Utah, but this last time we zipped right on by it. So I absolutely had to go to one of the many in Salt Lake area. Here are so me of my favorite pictures from that trip!

Recent Baking Endeavors

Happy Birthday Matt!

He is a Thomas the Train Fanatic. And he loved the cake! Yippee!

Chuck's Birthday was before Matt's, He got this cake

which has quickly become a family favorite.

Amanda has even requested it for her wedding cake!

Once we cut into it any semblance of pretty was gone. But who cares when it tastes so good!
Jake's girlfriend says it is a heart attack and diabetes waiting to happen, but what the heck!
My sister's birthday cupcakes. I know they are not exactly correct when compared to their live counterpart. Colors are flipped. But these were fun to make for Haylee-Bug!

Gotta Love Him

So after reading the previous post "Not Chihuahau Poo", it is hard for even myself to admit that Matt is still irresistably lovable. How do you refrain from loving that toothy, dimple-dorned grin? Impossible! Motherhood is seriously the most intense rollercoaster EVER!

And look what he can do with a couple sturdy plastic cars! Alaina has a pair of rollerblades she loves to wear around the house. Matt is always trying to convince her to share. Finally he'd had enough and made his own!

Not Chihuahua Poo

This is what a little boy looks like after he has been caught doing something utterly unbelievable. Can't you see the look of "uh oh" in his eyes. He better think "uh oh".

I don't have dogs for this EXACT reason!

Sorry for the graphic pictures. But he deserves to have this moment immortalized. And until he succumbs to my urgent requests to get the toilet thing down, I will hound him about this relentlessly. Why are boys so hard to potty train. Too busy I guess. We have even tried bribing him with trains, train tracks, and tunnels. (Given his ardent love of all things locomotive I was sure we had the answer, but alas I was wrong. And the horrible possibility of stumbling upon more "chihuahua poo" is likely).

A Chance of Lifetime. . . And I didn't take it! TWICE!!

Count them. . . One
Two
Three

Should have joined them right? How often does the universe align in such a sign of magnanimous divine love? Well for this fool of a woman who didn't take her first chance. . . . the answer was twice!

But apparently I don't learn from history. . . I let it repeat itself. Complete with three sleeping babies and one wide awake mommy. Can't even remember what I did instead of napping. But I know this much: If I had napped, I would have remembered!

Dare I ask for a third chance?

Camping 101

In August we went camping for the first time as a family. We had a beautiful view of a toll road behind us and the campground's trash dumpsters out the front door. But the dirt, the rocks and the stars were what mattered. Damon at little more than a month was a dream. . . went to sleep right on time, slept through the whole night nestled in blankets on the tent floor. Matthew, at almost three was, well EXCITED. After the novelty of flashlights, campfires, tents and sleeping bags wore off he finally nodded off to sleep as well. Alaina was intrigued by the short jaunt from the tent to the toilet, and insisted on traipsing out in her nightie, up the starlit road to the bathroom. Once that adventure was mastered she nodded off quickly. Mom and Dad slept comfortably on a inflation-challenged mattress. More like a night on the sea, what with every roll bringing a sudden and jarring change in altitude for us lighter bodies! But by morning we found ourselves firmly grounded, rocks embedded on our backsides to boot! The morning after kids still excited, and actually getting along. Not that we were exactly roughing it in the wilderness, but I guess this sort of thing really does inspire bonding, no super glue involved! Since this trip I have at least 2 requests a week for another camping soiree soon!

A Few of My Favorite Things

Little Girls and Fairy Wings - I wish the magic of childhood found a more prominant place in my memory. That's what daughters are for I suppose. What would I do if I didn't have her to remind of the beauty and magic of Fairy Wings and other imaginary things. And is it blaspheme when your 4 year old questions God's wisdom in light of the fact that he clearly forgot to give us wings? How could He commit such an oversight?


Little Boys and Potty Training (esp when big sisters help) - I must say I am behind on this one. Hesitant because invariably whenever I sit down to nurse Damon, Matt has to go to the bathroom. . . and he won't do it without help. So it is either me stooping over the john with one clinging for dear life and food to the teet, while I make a rather comical attempt at teaching the other how to wrap up business and keep it where it needs to go. . .OR a 'big sister' trying to help him. Hmm. . . I struggle as grown woman, with many years of 'going to bathroom' experience, with how to teach a little boy to go. How is my 4 year old little girl who is just barely beginning to notice certain anatomical differences, supposed to do it? Well, as long as I don't have too many more of these experiences: and we don't miss the window of opportunity entirely, resulting in a grown man with no restroom skills I suppose I will chortle along with the rest of you, and enjoy the memories I am creating with my children. . . .


The sound of cicadas - When we first moved here oh. . . 11 years ago. . . I was rather frightened of these bugs. . . greatful I never actually saw them, only heard their zappy, electric, eery song. But the other night as Alaina and I went on a "dusk bike ride" as she calls them, I heard these grasshopper like bugs, zipping out there quirky yet unique cant, I finally became acquainted and rather enamored with them. Still glad I can't see them, still glad I don't know exactly how many it takes to reach the startling volume they get to, but no longer afraid of them, and more intrigued with their peerless voices. And now they will be associated with the quiet, and special 'dusk bike rides' that Alaina and I enjoy on occasion, part of a sweet memory now.


Twilight Bike Rides - see above and read on. . . it must be a combination of the simple and the profound changes I witness when I walk behind her, straining to hear what she is babbling about up ahead of me, so when she pauses, I will have the proper response awaiting. The sun setting, making the mountains to the east a husky purple, the sky above a calming splash of warm pastel blues, pinks, yellows and reds. Alaina's own red hair, both infused with more fire and cooled by the twilight around her. The way she sits more confident atop the pink and white seat, the way she pedals slightly faster and stronger than the last trip down the road. Both moving further away from me and yet closer too, as she grows more confident in herself, and I witness the little woman she is becoming. This is one of my favorite things.

Ear Aches and Lucky Breaks

Matt's ear was really hurting him so we got a dr. appt for the morning. All he wanted to do that morning was sit in front of the tv with a blanket, and he kept asking me to come hold him. . . that is a Defiinte sign that he wasn't feeling well. I told him we would go to the doctor and she would give us some medicine to help it feel better, and he was surprisingly very excited about that. I guess the fear of the doctor was no competition for the pain he was in. I sent Alaina with a friend to a swim party and the two boys and I headed off to the doctor with plenty of time to spare. Until we were about a block away from our destination. I heard Matt's little voice from way in the back seat say, "Mom, I have to throw up." Matt has always been so good about telling us when he has to throw, plenty of warning to get him to the toilet or the sink. . .I was sure I had time to get to the side of the road, which I promptly did. But alas, there was no holding back on his part, and I could hear the disaster from the front seat. The poor boy was covered, COVERED, in it. Not a dry piece of clothing. . .even his diaper had chunks in it. So I stripped him down, while calling the dr. office to let them know I would be a bit behind schedule (they were so ornery. . . told me I couldn't be more than 15 minutes late, luckily we were just around the corner). Then as I was trying to console my sick, sad and naked little boy and change his diaper at the same time. . . the darn thing broke, I ripped the veclro tab right off! So now I have a diaperless, naked, vomiting little boy, and a really stinky car.Needless to say we did get to the doctor on time, Matthew was adorned in an overly large and fairly used Quiznos shirt (which he was embarrassed to be in, but was greatful that Daddy took time out of his busy day to come rescue us in true hero fashion) and a diaper which hung loosely around one leg. What a zoo! I looked like the mother of the year to be sure. But 20 minutes later, and a few tears to boot, we had a prescription and a promise of a much better feeling ear in a few days. "But No Swimming For a Week" said the doctor. (Not if you have Chuck for a daddy!) The rule has been no head under the water. . . He would be miserable without the pool.

$98 dollar miracle ear healing solution! (Worth it to see a smile on his face again)

But I guess the Lord figured that with all the ear aches and such, he would give me a lucky break! I found this in the parking lot at Carl's Jr. on Saturday. Just lying in the middle of an empty parking lot, waiting for someone to come rescue it from the blistering asphalt and scorching sun. Perchance a car should run over it and crush it to oblivion?

Works and everything! Any game suggestions? It had Monster Jam in it already!

2 Months Old

So while I have been finding time to gripe about life. . . my life has been growing up faster than I thought possible, and ever wanted. Damon is already 2 months old! Smiling and talking so much sooner than I remember the other two reaching those mile-stones. I have tried to make sure that the moments when the smiles come and the sweet baby talk gurgles from his round little face are the moments I take to slow down and listen. I want them to be the moments I use to look in his sweet blue eyes and tell him I love him. This moment will only last a flicker of an eye lash and then the world that seems to have slowed down for a millisecond will jump back into full speed, with a forward moving momentum, much to brisk for my liking.
Alaina seems to know that fleeting is the time she has with a little brother who won't try to take over her room, steal her toys, or antagonize her for the sheer enjoyment of it all. She is a gentle and loving big sister. Damon is lucky to have her. She definitely has a maternal instinct. She has already told me that she wants to grow up to be a mommy like me, to work for Pappa like I do, and when she gets married she is going to live in the same house as me! Well I guess we'll take the good with the bad. I tell her she will change her mind about some of that, but she disagrees. But then again, when doesn't she disagree with me, and all the while she wears that sweet grin on her face. She really is getting much to skilled in the debate and negotiating forums. But no debate about it, she loves her "beautiful Damon!"
Matthew is still busier than a bee on a pollen buzz! But he finds an ocassional moment to kick it with his little bro. Tonight they tried to settle down for a private screening of "Cars" courtesy of Matt Riddle Theaters, complete with a cushy perch to view the rip roarin' movie on Matt's "Cars" bed. Damon lost interest quickly, but not before I could snap a pic of the two of them just bein' boys. Sure there are lots more nights like this to come!

He can't seem to get enough of the pool. Loves to chase the girls around the perimeter with the hose. Squeals of laughter are his end goal!! His favorite is to jump on the tramp with the girls and the hose. . . what a BOY!
Alaina, well cute as she might be, she is always always up to something. Formulating some new system of logic to convince me that she is older than 4 1/2 and that she knows better than me. Scary thing is. . . she is very persuasive!