Seriously, are they a good looking couple, or what?! Gorgeous, I'll tell ya!
Wow. 41 years. Today, that is a milestone. I am pretty sure that I am biased, but I think I have the greatest parents ever known to man. I sure love them. Since I missed doing a tribute to my mother on Mother's Day, I thought that I would kill two birds with one stone. I think I will split the difference between Mother's Day and Father's Day and do my tribute to them now, for their anniversary. Look at that. I just let myself off the hook for Father's Day!
Anyway, 41 years, 41 tributes. I hope you learn something about these great people. They are pretty spectacular!
1. My parents are two of the most service oriented people. They will serve anyone at anytime. They will serve until they are literally exhausted.
2. They will take a nap and serve all over again.
3. They LOVE the gospel.
4. Their testimonies are so strong. Their testimonies have strenghtened so many people, starting with their own children and grandchildren.
5. They are goal oriented.
6. They are always looking for good things to do. They love to better themselves.
7. They love their children and grandchildren.
8. They keep the roads hot between themselves and their children. They will always be there to support us, if humanly possible.
9. They LOVE to laugh. They have such great humor about them.
10. They are two of the friendliest people. They will talk to perfect strangers without batting an eye. They have passed this on to their children.
11. They have great integrity. They are the kind of people that do what is right because it's the right thing to do, even behind closed doors.
12. They are people pleasers. It's makes their day to know that you are happy and doing well. They will do what they can to get you to that point.
13. My dad has such a beautiful tenor voice. It melts your knee caps.
14. I hear my dad when I listen to the Tabernacle Choir.
15. My mom has an amazing green thumb.
16. I see her when I am in my flower beds.
17. They are both returned missionaries.
18. Two of their children have served in the same missions they served in.
19. You won't hear them gossip.
20. They are so good with their money. They have taught their children to save money. They are now teaching this to their grandchildren.
21. They love traditions and find great joy in them.
22. They both like to take a good nap.
23. My mom is a wonderful cook. We turn to her for our best recipes.
24. When you scratch my dad, he bleeds blue. BYU blue.
25. They have sung at Carnegie Hall.
26. My dad snuck ice cream after we kids were in bed. He thinks we don't know.
27. My mom steals drinks out of Jeff's soda. She doesn't care that he knows.
28. They are the proverbial old couple when driving together in a car.
29. They are pretty smokin' in their Chrysler.
30. They are very wise. Sometimes we get wiser just by being near them. Sometimes.
31. They are such good people that you want to be better just because you know them.
32. They are both avid readers and have been since I can remember.
33. They are good in-laws. Their children-in-law love them.
34. Their house has a revolving door on it. People love to be in their home.
35. The doctor told them they might not be able to have children.
36. They have 7 children and almost 13 grandchildren.
37. They are very good listeners. They are first ones that we call for advice, and a good vent.
38. They are good sports. They will try anything, with in reason.
39. I want to be like them when I grow up.
40. I admire their relationship. They are so good to each other. I look forward to doing a tribute to them at their 50th.
41. They are very forgiving. I know they will forgive me for putting them on a pedestal, and for showing you this picture.
Congratulations on all of these years together. We love you!!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Posted by Danielle at 2:54 PM
Friday, May 29, 2009
On Wednesday night, bedtime was happening way too slowly and way too late. After 15 reminders for pajamas, 30 reminders for teeth brushing and 100 reminders to please get down on your knees for family prayers, my patience was running a little thin. To make matters worse, when I stood up from family prayers, my nose completely slammed shut. Completely. I sounded like a pervert making prank phone calls with all my heavy breathing.
Finally, Chase gets in bed, followed by 15 requests for a drink, 30 requests for a trip to the potty, 100 requests for a stuffed animal and the nightly "Hey, Mom, what fun thing do we have planned for tomorrow?"
I marched back into Chase's room and said,
"Seriously, Chase. No more. I'm done."
"Oooooohhhhhh........What does that mean?"
Seriously, kid. Aren't hearing aids supposed to be standard issue? Were we standing in the wrong line the day they were handed out, cause I don't remember getting ours.
"I'm finished. I'm tired. I'm crabby. I'm done. Goodnight!"
Chase said, so sweetly, honestly and seriously,
"Well, at least I can be nice at bedtime."
Great, kiddo. You be nice. I am going to take my stuffed nose and my crabby attitude and go plunk myself in front of the TV. I'm done.
I walk into the kitchen and Jeff is literally holding his side from laughter. He's in the kitchen wetting his pants, at something. Are you serious? You really want to chance laughing at the raving lunatic? Not a smart move, man! So, I asked this brave fellow what on earth he is finding so funny. Apparently, this is how my conversation with Chase had sounded:
"Seriously, Chade, doh bore. I'b dud."
"Ooooooohhhhhh.....What does that mean?"
"I'b fidished. I'b tired. I'b crubby. I'b dud. Goodtight."
Well, looky there. All of a sudden, I'm not so crabby anymore. Not to mention, relieved that Chase is neither hearing impaired or brain damaged.
Posted by Danielle at 10:42 PM
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Colds are not the worst thing you can have. You don't die from a cold. But you wanna.
First, you walk around all day feeling like you are required to carry a bowling ball on your shoulders. You want to lay around. But let's face it. You only have a cold. The argument won't hold up in court. So, instead, you keep going.
John Q public has you pegged as the one with the cold. The bright red, chapped ring around your nostrils gives you away. But you can't help it. The amount of gunk running out of your face becomes a challenge, even for Kleenex. I do consider myself a step above the average two year old, though. You will not see green stuff running out of both barrels on my face.
You are a coughing, oozing, sneezing mess. Every sound that comes out of your face is disgusting, sending most peoples gag reflexes into spasm. But, what's the big deal?! It's only a cold, right?
They say that the fastest way to get yourself unsick is to sleep. Have you ever tried to sleep with a cold? I am pretty sure that it would be easier to climb Mt. Everest with one hand tied behind my back, wearing ice skates...and a bikini. It only takes one false move and you throw yourself into a coughing fit that would wake the dead. So, slap the Vapo Rub on your feet and cover them with a pair of socks, slap it on your chest and cover that with a dishtowel, rub Metholatum under your nose and pop a Menthol cough drop in your mouth. You now look like a scene stolen right out of Sleepless in Seattle.
Okay, the cough is under control. So, you lay down. Now, it's time to play Snot Tennis. You lay on one side and let the snot slowly volley to the other side of your nose. You don't want to move because your other nostril is now full of an unearthly amount of impassable snot. So, you lay on that side, forever. When you can't take it any more, when you have laid there to the point of rigormortis and pain, your roll over. Here comes the serve. Wait for it. Wait for it. Can't breath yet. Wait for it. Here it comes..............and............flooop. There is goes. The volley is complete. You can breath now. This goes on and on until you are lucky enough to fall asleep and put yourself out of your misery. That is IF you manage to not wake yourself up with an unruly snorting and snoring because you can't breath.
So, the next time you want to come over to my house with "just" a cold, just give me a call. The next time you want to send your child with a cold over to play, just send flowers. I am not a big fan of colds.
And, lest any of you readers live close enough to have actually been to my house lately, and you have a cold...no...I did not get this cold from you.
Posted by Danielle at 9:13 PM
Chase "won" this African Dwarf Spotted Frog last summer at our 24th of July festivites in Logan. We were told that they live only for about six months. We had very little expectations of this pet. We were just satisfied to wake up every morning to see him moving.
Chase really went out on a limb for this one and named him Froggie. Yeah, a stretch. I know.
Posted by Danielle at 12:13 AM
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Make sure you turn your volume down before playing this video. It's embarrassingly loud.
It is a once in a million shot for me. I am always three steps behind every picture and video. I will always, most likely, miss the very thing I am trying to capture. But I got it. I actually got a video clip of Chase making a goal. And then, I had to go and ruin it. Well, go ahead and watch it. But try and pay no mind to the screaming banshee in the background.
Yeah, that's me. Jeff was literally crawling under his chair. The rest of the soccor parents have come to expect nothing less from me, unfortunately. But, hey, in my defense, if there is any, I screamed just like that for the whole team, the whole game, regardless if Chase was in or out. Is that a good defense?
Anyway, soccor is over. We had a great time, obviously. Jeff and I actually miss it, more that Chase does, I think. I would like to think that I will have matured a little more by next season. We all know that won't happen.
Posted by Danielle at 8:47 AM
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
I have a cold. A stupid, stupid cold. I can't even rememer that last time I had a cold. I have not had one FOREVER. But, now I have a cold. At the end of May even. What's up with this?!
I woke up this morning, tired, groggy, feeling like it was a crime against humanity to have to get up and deal. Feeling lazy down to my toes, I consented when a very hungry, very abandoned 5 year old came in and asked me if he could make his own toast.
I heard humming in the kitchen as this cute little boy made his own breakfast. Little snippets of guilt are running through my very tired mind as I lay there rebeling against the world. What kind of mom makes her child make his own breakfast because she is too tired to get up? What kind of day is it going to be when I let it start like this?
A few minutes later, that fabulous 5-year old brought ME breakfast in bed; two mangled and very buttered pieces of toast, on a paper plate.
Nevermind. I think this is going to be a GREAT day!
Posted by Danielle at 8:23 AM
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Last night at a RS Enrichment class, I was expressing my concern and reticence at Chase's approach to kindergarten. It is his last day of preschool today. My dream last night leads me to believe I am having more anxiety for kindergarten than I thought.
I was acting like typical fashion me. We were going to the school to find out who Chase's teacher would be. Of course, I had to take pictures so I could document this monumental occasion and make the typical big deal out of it. Next thing I know, I had somehow missed the memo that this was really the first day of kindergarten, and, I was in my underwear. Chase somehow got the message that school was starting because he was in class. Which class? I don't know. I was coming to find the list, but the list was gone.
I wanted to peek my head in and see Chase in his class, but Jeff reminded me that I was in my underwear. Jeff then announced to me that he had had enough...he was going home. As he was leaving the school in his truck, I wanted to ask him to bring me some clothes so I could go see Chase in his class. He sped off too fast. So, I thought I would call him. Whoops, my cell phone is in the school. I can't go in...I'm in my underwear. So, I jump in my car and try to go home. None of the pedals are working and the car rolls to a stop...in the only entrance/exit to the school. Now everyone is really mad, screaming at the lady in her underwear. So, I start running home. In my underwear. Oh, yeah. It wasn't pretty. I am always skinny in every dream I have...EXCEPT this one!!
I make it home, frantically trying to get some clothes on so I can get back to the school and try to be involved somewhat in the big day that I am missing. All of a sudden, my sister in law brings Chase home. He has told her all about his first day of school and doesn't want to say it all over again for me. I missed it. I missed his big day.
Sigh. I know. I need to take a deep breath and a chill pill. Holy crap. It's only the last day of preschool.
Posted by Danielle at 8:18 AM
Saturday, May 16, 2009
If Chase ran the world, then
Potato chips would be an entree
$200 for a trampoline would not be "espensive" at all
Grandma and Grandpa would live next door...in a house that his daddy built
He could change his birthday, to a "summer one".
Mom would want to get her eyeballs waxed
Mirages on the road would not disappear
Stuffed animals would be real
He would have lots of brothers, not sure yet about the sisters
It would never get dark, giving you way more time to play
Those fake promo credit cards you get in the mail would have real money in them
All cashiers in the world would be as fabulous as the one that pretended his did
Friends would never move away
He would spell his name "C-H-A-S-E-B-Y-U"
Messes would clean themselves
Kindergarten would start the day after preschool gets out
Brushing your teeth and an occasional hand wash would be all the bath you would need
Brussel spouts, spinach and Cool Whip would have never been invented
His knock-knock jokes would actually be funny, and make sense
Little boys would never have to get married, and leave their favorite house...and all of their toys
He would always have enough "poxibles" in the freezer to share with his friends
There would be numbers like "one hundred sixty-ninety-eighty"
His dad could stay home and play with him everyday
You could have a sandbox in your bedroom
There would be a prize in every box of cereal
Stake Conference would be televised
Actually, with the exception of Mom getting her eyeballs waxed, his world doesn't sound half bad...don't you think?
Posted by Danielle at 8:29 AM
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Jeff has been going through somewhat of a second adolescence. He has been playing practical joke after practical joke. Chase used to shoot me a look as if to ask, "Is that really true, Mom?" Now, he has become completely impervious to it. Doesn't even phase him anymore.
Today, as we were dropping our daddy off after a lunch with him, Jeff was trying to get Chase to believe that there was a monkey in our freezer, holding a hammer to chop up the ice for the ice dispenser. I was waiting for the look, but it never came. Chase wasn't about to be duped. He's on to his dad's tricks. A few times on the way home, Chase mentioned that he was going to go home and see this monkey. I was pretty sure that Chase knew that Jeff was joking, but for some reason, Chase was playing along. I mean, sheesh. Of all the jokes to fall for! A monkey in the freezer? Wielding a hammer? Come on!
As we pulled into the garage at home, Chase told me not to come in the house. He told me to stand outside the door and wait until he said it was okay to come in. I was really surprised that he wanted to see the "monkey" by himself. I thought maybe he would be a little nervous about the whole thing.
After about 2 minutes of hanging out in the garage, I knocked on the door and Chase threw it open excitedly and exclaimed,
"Mom! Mom! There really IS monkey in the freezer! LOOK!"
I opened the freezer, thinking that I would be a fun mother and play along. I didn't have to pretend for long. This is what I found:
Seriously. I think we are in trouble here. This kid has no chance whatsoever with the two of us as parents. Jeff and I are still reeling from the cleverness of this kid. Guess this apple isn't falling far from this tree!
Posted by Danielle at 9:35 PM
Monday, May 11, 2009
If you feed your child breakfast, chances are you will open your fridge to get milk and you will see strawberry juice on the shelf in the fridge.
Posted by Danielle at 1:16 PM
Saturday, May 9, 2009
By evening, the other day, Chase was nearing the end of his ever-loving rope. He was so crabby that he was literally holding on by a thread. I could have said, "Hey, Chase, the sky is blue" and he would have melted into a puddle exclaiming, "Why?! Whyy?! WHYYY!?" As we pulled into the driveway and got out of the truck from running some errands, it was 7pm. 7pm as a normal bedtime would normally seem a little early. But to the parent of a child who is coming undone at the seams, 7 is GREAT!! So, I looked at Chase and said,
"Whoa, Buddy! It is SO time for you to go to bed! We need to put you out of our misery."
I halted a little after that came out of my mouth. Jeff stopped to look at me and we BUSTED up laughing. I didn't MEAN to say it that way. But as soon as I said it, I MEANT it!
Ah, here's to all of the things we say that we swore we would never say as parents!
Posted by Danielle at 1:29 PM
Friday, May 8, 2009
Don't you love the consistent inconsistency of some people's inconsistent posts?
Posted by Danielle at 2:17 PM