ATV ride redemption

July 21, 2012
The last picture of Jeff and I on an ATV ride was a tad different than this one.

Cold.

Wet. (Like dripping, soaked wet rats kind of wet.)


Frowning.

Miserable.

And very, very disappointed.

Today? All smiles! And covered - I mean covered - in mud.

Arapeen Trail and Reeder Canyon... thank you for redeeming our anniversary ATV disaster!!!!

The only place that both sucks and blows

July 20, 2012
I always know we are heading into Spanish Fork Canyon when we see the giant windmills. They really are cool to watch. Of course, Jeff has to make a joke about them, instead of admiring the awesome technology.

"See. Here's proof that Utah County is the only place that both sucks and blows at the same time."

He really hates anything that has to do with BYU. It's shocking we have any friends left.

(But it was pretty funny!)

Which one should I choose?

July 19, 2012
There were three different pictures I debated about for today's post.

It started out with "third" breakfast and Pearl's typical crazy, bed head. If you're not a mom, you won't get this so let me explain. Both kids woke up declaring their tummies were starving and after 15 minutes of banter back and forth decided they wanted toast. Just one piece. Then another. Then another. Six pieces of toast consumed one piece at a time because heaven forbid, I make two at once!

Then I went to work. Blah. Not picture worthy.

But I skipped out early to meet my best friend Becky for ice cream at Leatherby's. I don't deserve her. Every time she comes to Utah for a family thing or something work related with her husband's employer, she calls. And we get ice cream! I love her. Definitely picture worthy... except I need longer arms to get a picture of us together and it wouldn't hurt to get rid of my old, saggy, pimple-covered skin and crooked teeth. But Becky looked beautiful!

Then, when we got home, as happens almost daily, the kids wanted Popsicles. And Cole has to have a blue Popsicle. Blue. Everything that kid sees or wants is blue. Blue. Blue. Blue!!! Even our dog is going to be called, Blu (yes, I know the "e" is missing).

I wish you could buy entire bags of just blue Popsicle!

Waggling

July 18, 2012

Waggling (pronounced "w-oggle-ing").
When you are unsure if you are moving fast enough to consider it jogging but not slow enough to be walking. A state between walking and jogging in which I find myself most mornings. Not to be confused by a "waggle" which means to move repeatedly from side to side.

I know my feet are gross, but I was proud of myself for getting up to go on a run this morning, blister and all.

I think I'm hitting a good milestone in my progress. My body now wakes up around 6 a.m. whether I actually get up or not. And most importantly, I feel gross all day if I don't exercise first thing in the morning. Now if I can just muster up enough self determination to run instead of "waggling" (see definition above). 

Me

July 17, 2012
We've reached the slightly annoying "Mom! Me!" (translation, "I can do it myself") stage.

Super heroes

July 16, 2012
I was paid a visit today by two super heroes.

Strangely, at this exact moment, the two whiny, disobedient, messy children that usually occupy our home were no where to be found.

Too bad they don't come around more often.

The candy dispenser

July 15, 2012
Every time we go to my parent's house, Cole makes a beeline for one thing.

The candy dispenser.

My Grandpa Jewkes made it a few years back. We have one but it sits on Jeff's desk at work, full of Mike & Ikes. My mom knows Cole loves peanut M&Ms and makes sure that thing is stocked full. Cole knows how to turn the handle until the dispenser catches a piece of candy, dropping it down to play a fun melody of clanks all the way to the bottom. He stuffs his face full of chocolate as fast as he can turn the handle until his mean old mom (aka, me) takes it away.

Of course, no Grandma will let their precious, spoiled rotten grandchild go without so I'm slowly learning that it's easier to just let him have it for as long as he wants. Otherwise my mom just hands him a bowl of M&Ms!