Feed Me

Uggg. Me want food.







Can I just say how much I love boys? They are different creatures, that's for sure. They are definitely wired different than we women folk. Maybe that is a little of why I think they are so great.

I have to say that I love these boys a teensy extra bit more. The top pics are of a rib fest Jeff did for his young men at our shop, along with our bishop and other YM leaders. Notice the absense of plates.

Not an accident.

We.have.amazing.young.men.in.our.ward. We love them...we are so proud of them.

The bottom pic? When I came out from getting ready for bed, after having sent this handsome cave-boy-born-in-a-barn to get his p-jays on, this is what I saw.

When asked why I was being treated to such a vision, his simple retort was only,

"Well, I was still hungry!"

Ahh.

Carry on, then...by all means.

St Patrick's

Apparently, I am only comfortable with being a couple months behind in blogging.

One of my favorite things to do for my green-sportin' cutie for St. Paddy's is a fruit (and I use that term loosly) rainbow with a dipping pot at rainbow's end. Chase forgot all about this tasty treat he was to come home to. When he came through the door, he gasped, then said,

"Oh, THANK YOU, Mom! I seriously think I'm going to cry!"

Yeah, I'm good.

And, yes, I do realize that pound for pound, the fruit/chocolate ratio is a little off. Your tears of joy are completely founded, Son.

My Sincerest Apologies, Erma Bombeck

To say that I have been busy lately may be a bit of an understatement. I have had to reevaluate my necessity to have my home in a constant meticulous state. My apologies to any of you who have been in my home lately and felt your skin crawl as you fought the urge to bolt back out the door. But,as painful as the adjustment may have started out, I think I have adjusted rather well. {smile}

Apparently, I have grown too comfortable in my new slovenly ways.

During a week long cleaning spree, Chase and I walked around admiring our handiwork. Chase went in my room, stopped short, with mouth agape, starring at my bed,

"WHOA! Mom! Your bed is so...so...so SMOOTH!"

Yes, Son. That is called a "made bed". Weird, I know. For my next trick, I'll show you how to remove that fuzzy, dusty stuff off of the tables and shelves. Then again, maybe I won't. After all, a house really isn't a home until you can write "I Love You" on the furniture, right?

Driving Momma

It's migraine time again. I seem to have about two weeks on...three or four weeks off. It's getting old. It hurts. It's a serious pain in the...well, head.

The other day, Chase came home from school only to be slightly disappointed, again, to find his otherwise fun Mom curled up in a headache ball. After trying to "sleep" it off for about an hour or so, I was finally able to drag my carcass out of bed so Chase and I could run the errand we were waiting to run.

As we were backing out of the garage, I found myself apologizing to my sweet little boy that weathers my incapacitation pretty well. Mixed in the middle of my apologies was some lovely whining;

"...and I am just really sorry, Buddy. I just can't seem to kick this one. It really hurts."

My sweet little seven-year old pipes up from the back seat,

"Do you need me to drive, Mom?"

You Saw What?

Chase came running into my room the other day, shouting;

"Mom! That Columbus is totally gone!"

uh, pardon me?

"What is totally gone?"

"That Columbus!"

"Are you saying 'Columbus'?"

"Yes!"

"I'm sorry, honey. I just have no idea what that means."

"You know, that big, dark rain cloud that was sitting over our house!"

"Oh, you mean the cumulonimbus?"

"Yeah, the Cumumublemumble"

After being so cuted-out by this conversation, I tried to start it up again while riding in the car;

"Chase, look at that! It is so big, and dark, and looks like it's ready to burst! What is that called again?"

Chase then shot me a look that accused me of getting my degree out of a cracker-jack box...a look that proves every child's theory that their parents know nothing. Then he stated,

"Uh, a rain cloud."

We All Have Our Weaknesses, I Guess

Last night as we were driving home from Parent/Teacher conferences, I handed Chase the 11 box tops that I have been collecting. He said,"11 box tops...that's $1.10 in dollars. Sweet. We just donated $1.10 to my school."

I thought that was pretty fast calculation on the part of his 7 year-old brain. I turned around and gave him that look. You know that look. It's the look that says, "How did you know that? You must be the most amazing, intelligent, fabulously fabulous little boy that has ever walked the planet!"

Apparently, he has seen that look from me a few times. He volunteered,

"Well, I KNOW my money. BUT...I DON'T know how to juggle."


Uh...random.

Well, Little Buddy, I don't know how to make a spoon stick to my nose...if that makes you feel any better.

Sweet 16

I am going to break formation in my chronologies here to wish my favorite team a

GO! FIGHT! WIN!!

We are happy fans right about now. I hope we are this happy in a few hours.

GO, COUGARS!

My dad treated us to the last home game for the Cougars against Wyoming. It was electrifying. Seriously. It was such a good game. The energy among the fans and the team was palpable. It didn't hurt that we won, I guess.

Thanks for a fabulous time, Grandma and Grandpa!




Jimmer Fredette.



Jimmer Fredette fan.




My brother, Clark, and Cosmo




Chase and his favorite Grandma




One of the world's biggest Cougar fans, a super grandpa, oh, and Noah Hartsock.

Seriously, Cougars...make us proud today!!