Thursday, June 26, 2008


My eye drama is not over, folks. I went for my follow-up appointment with my regular eye doctor yesterday. I said before that I was using steroid drops that were helping. Well, they did help to the point where I thought I might be completely healed. Then, the past week or so my vision has declined almost to where it was before any treatment. Dr. Hooton says that he still thinks that it is scarring from a virus and that the specialist was wrong in saying that the contacts caused it. He says, though, that the contacts probably agitate the problem so I still should not wear them until he says it's ok. He thinks the scarring will fade with time and not to use the drops again. He says that might take three to six months and I need to see him again in three months. I don't know who to believe, but I definitely hope that Dr. Hooton is right and that it will go away. I really hope that it won't continue to get worse. I don't really know how that's possible, but I'm no doctor. I am getting tired of wearing glasses, but I guess it's worth it. Hopefully soon I will be able to get some glasses that I like better and are more comfortable. I am really not happy that this isn't over and I don't understand how these doctors can be so sure about their different opinions. Oh, well, I guess I should be happy that I'm not completely blind (yet).

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Silly Faces And Toys

I couldn't resist sharing these cute pictures of Spencer's silly cheeser faces. Every time I get the camera out now, he wants to be the subject. He is such a ham and loves it when I think he's being silly.

This is a picture of the toy pile Ethan made today. He just started piling toys around Spencer and saying "here you go, Spencer." Spencer eventually made his way out of the pile and Ethan jumped in. I was too tired to care, so it ended up being a pile of about 90% of the toys (and books) that we own. I'm sure Ethan and I will enjoy the clean up later.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Super Mommy

The boys and I wanted to dedicate this blog to mommy. Mommy got a job at Wal Mart a couple weeks ago. She works 4 nights a week from 7 to 11. We just wanted to say thank you for going to work after a long day of keeping up with us boys. We appreciate you and are grateful for your help paying the bills as well. We pray for you every night before we go to sleep. So remember, half way through your shift we're talking about you with the "Man Up Stairs". Lots of loves and hugs from the home front!

Shaun (Dad) Ethan (Ocean) Spencer (Usher)

Friday, June 20, 2008

Some Success

Ethan went pee in the potty for the first time today. He has had one accident so far today, and I'm sure we'll have many more to come, but I am so happy to finally feel like he CAN do it. Now I am hoping that the rest of what he needs to learn will come easily to him. He got a matchbox car as a reward and when we called Daddy to tell him that he went potty Ethan held the car up to the phone and said, "look, car!" He was so excited. I have been telling him for at least a month that he will get a car when he goes pee in his potty and he finally got one. I am so proud of my little big boy!

Thursday, June 19, 2008

75th Post- I Love Blogs

I really enjoy blogging and reading other people's blogs. I am glad that somebody out there started the ever-growing trend of mommy blogging. In celebration of my 75th post I have compiled a list of some of the reasons that I LOVE blogging (and blogs).

1. It forces me to be a little creative sometimes. I have never been a very creative person and I enjoy that I can create without too many critics.

2. I have found that I sort of enjoy writing. Although I don't think I am a great writer, I like the challenge of coming up with just the right way to tell my story.

3. I have found a way to keep a journal and not fail at it by "forgetting" to write for months in a row.

4. I love that I can read the blogs of family and friends and feel like I am connected to them in some way even if I don't talk to them much (or ever!), and my kids can remember their cousins by seeing pictures on those blogs.
5. I like to talk about my kids and show off their adorable faces. Can you tell?

6. I enjoy feeling connected in some way to an adult world while I am at home with two young children all day.

7. There are a lot of blogs out there that teach great things. I have subscribed to a few recipe blogs, and although I haven't tried any of the recipes yet, I really like looking.

8. I get to be inspired and moved by blogs that I find like this family's.

9. I get to laugh when I read the very clever writing of people like her and her. They also make me want to be a better writer (and live a more exciting and humor-filled life).

10. I have something that I enjoy doing and it doesn't cost any money (kind of).

11. I am becoming a faster typist all the time even if I still don't use the right fingers on the right keys.

12. I get comments from people that I didn't think cared to read my blog. It makes me happy! (Keep them coming.)

13. Most importantly, I have learned things about myself and others that I might not have learned without blogging. I hope that I will continue to learn for a very long time.

My Little Gymnasts (and Spaghetti)

The boys were playing with Daddy Tuesday and proved to be quite the little gymnasts. Shaun decided to "fly" them both at the same time. Ethan thought it was pretty funny. There were two positions in this game.

Position 1:

Position 2:

Oh, there was some crashing, too.

Shaun was also throwing Spencer on to the couch. Spencer loved it and got off of the couch all by himself! He is getting so big!

After Daddy was done playing, Ethan wasn't done showing off his gymnast skills. He thought it was great when I laughed and took pictures instead of telling him to get down.

This was before the gymnastics. I'm not sure why I make spaghetti anymore. It took me at least five minutes to clean up the boys' mess.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Hey Family

I just found this. Kinda funny.

Time Machine Tuesday- Pioneer Trek 2001

Shaun and I lived in the same stake when we lived in Ivins. In the summer of 2001, our stake had a pioneer trek for youth conference. I didn't want to go at first, but my friends and leaders talked me into going at the last minute (well, not really the last minute. I did have time to make two skirts and make a trip to the D.I. for other clothes.) I had so much more fun than I imagined I would and I also had a some very good spiritual experiences. My Ma and Pa were an amazing couple, the Dennetts, who are my and Shaun's good friends. The most memorable parts of the trek were the women's pull and the yummy food.
The women's pull was an amazing experience where the men were "drafted" and taken away to war. The women and girls were then required to pull the handcarts up one of the biggest hills on the trek without any assistance from the men. It was so hard and many girls got sick from a combination of the heat, lack of food, and the hard work they were doing. This was where it was great to see the work of the Priesthood through blessings. The men were watching from the top of the hill and some got very emotional. That was also great to see.
The yummy food was a lot of dutch oven cooking and snacks like beef jerky and granola bars. It all tasted so good because I was so hungry. One night we even made scones. They tasted so good that I was licking the honey off of my fingers despite the two days' worth of dirt that was coating them. My extreme hunger wasn't enough to make the oatmeal we had for breakfast every morning taste good, though.

Shaun and I weren't in the same "family" so we weren't together constantly (much to his delight, I'm sure), but we did get to spend a lot of time together (much to my delight). The trek took place when I was in my totally-obsessed-with-Shaun phase, and he wasn't quite there with me yet. I thought he looked so cute in his "pioneer" outfits and hat and was so impressed by his horse-like strength.

My brother, Nathan, was on the trek, too. I love this picture of him and Shaun.
(Check out that dimple.) :)

The pioneer trek of 2001 was so much fun (and hard work) that when we were asked to be a Ma and Pa in our stake when we were first married we were excited to have the experience again. Anyone who has the opportunity to go on a pioneer trek should take it. The experience is one you can't get anywhere else and one you will never forget.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

The Great Picky Debate

For some reason, the idea for this post has been on my mind all day.

Okay, so most of you probably wouldn't consider this a great debate, but I am constantly trying to prove to others that it's not my fault that I'm picky and that I don't really want to be. In fact, I really wish I wasn't. It would save me a lot of trouble and it would be really nice to eat all of the things that look so yummy in pictures without gagging when I try to eat them. People apparently don't believe me. It seems that all of the not so picky eaters out there think that I'm just choosing to make life harder on myself and others that have to deal with my picky ways. I cannot begin to count the amount of arguments I have had with loved ones about this subject. Not to mention the nasty evil eyes and rude comments that have come flying in my direction my entire life.
Some might say it is a Nature vs. Nurture issue and most would probably say it is all about nurture. I am on a mission to prove that it is, indeed, mostly nature. I am not saying that nurture has nothing to do with it. I do believe that if I had been encouraged to try new and different foods as a child, even if I didn't like them, that I would be more open to trying new foods today.
I now have two children that have the ability to eat almost any food I might want to give them and here's where I attempt to prove my theory:

Nature, I believe, is the biggest factor in the food preferences of my children. My boys have the same parents, but have VERY different tastes. Ethan is my starch/carb baby. He apparently inherited his pickiness from me (that I inherited from my mom). He will not eat any vegetables except potatoes (at least none that I can think of right now) and the only fruits he will eat are bananas and peaches (only one time very recently on the peaches). He LOVES bread. He will eat ANY kind of bread as long as it doesn't have any "ketchup" (jam) on it. He loves chicken nuggets and PB&Honey sandwiches, but has recently stopped eating crust. Ethan likes just about any kind of pasta he has tried, and I think we share the same favorite restaurant, Olive Garden. Really, though, I think if I (and his body) let him, he would be perfectly happy with nothing but milk and juice. He's not even a big fan of sweets; he could definitely live without candy. Most of you are probably thinking, "well if that's all you ever give him, that's all he'll ever eat." I promise you, that's not all I ever give him. I have read multiple articles and such on how to feed picky eaters and have tried many of the "tricks". I offer him foods many, many times before I give up and there are some that I eat on a regular basis that have been put on his plate at least 50 times and he still refuses to eat them. I have tried letting him dip his food because "all kids love to dip, it's fun!", but Ethan hates all kinds of dip, even ketchup. I will persevere, but my luck is looking down. I always swore that I wouldn't raise picky eaters, but with Ethan I feel I have no choice.
Now, Spencer is my big eater. He inherited his appetite from his dad. He will eat ANYTHING. It is rare to find something that he doesn't like, and he will try any food that is offered to him. I can even get him to eat multiple bites of things that he obviously doesn't care for much. He'll just make faces and decide whether each bite should end up on his shirt or in his stomach. It usually ends up being about half and half. I offer (and have always offered) both of my kids most of the same foods and Spencer is always more eager to try new foods that Ethan ever has been. I actually think that the only reason I got Ethan to put a peach in his mouth last week is because he saw that Spencer was enjoying them. I'm hoping that this will become a new trend. We'll see. Today Spencer ate some tomato and some broccoli and enjoyed both. I was surprised, but so happy.

(I need to add that both of my kids did equally well with baby food. They both ate everything but the green stuff very well [except that Spencer didn't love cereal]. I think Ethan's problem with food now is mostly texture. Mine is, too.)

The moral of my story is that I didn't choose to be picky and neither did Ethan. Spencer didn't choose to love all foods either, he has just always been that way.
Also, to all of those out there that [think they] have to deal with my pickiness: Please stop trying to talk me out of my pickiness; I can't control my gag reflexes. And when we are trying to decide what restaurant to go to, please don't yell at me for being too picky to eat anywhere. When I say I don't want to go somewhere because I don't like the food, it's not any different from you saying that you don't want to go somewhere that you don't like. If somebody said to you, "that's where we're going, deal with it." you probably would, and so would I (and I have). If I can't eat because everything is gross then that's my problem. Stop making it yours and then blaming it on me. I never commanded the world (my family) to cater to my every food wish. I merely requested it, as would you.
Okay, I'm done!

Thursday, June 12, 2008


I was a little camera happy yesterday, so I have some more pictures to share.
Shaun took Ethan for a little ride around the parking lot on the scooter. Ethan was scared to death at the idea at first and we had to practically force him to get on the thing, but he ended up loving it. He asked to go around the parking lot again and again and told Daddy to go fast. He had a lot of fun on our "motorcycle," but you can't really tell from the pictures. It turned out that the best way for Ethan to ride was standing, but I didn't get a picture of that.

These are some pictures of Spencer's fast-growing teeth.

This is Ethan being silly and showing off his new haircut.

This is the calm before the storm.

Then, the storm. The boys started wrestling while I was trying to take pictures of them and Spencer's weapon of choice was his new set of teeth. He has become quite the biter, although he never seems to really hurt Ethan (but he hurts me!).

He's getting ready to bite Ethan's foot here.

Since Spencer learned to clap recently, he does it all the time. The other day he clapped and said "yay!" after each bite he took of his dinner. (He says yay, but it sounds more like aahhhh.) He is saying "yay" here, too.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Mixed Feelings

*WARNING: Male reader discretion is advised. (This is a very girly and somewhat personal [T.M.I.] post.)

I only have a few (which may end up being more because of my mixed feelings) days left before Spencer is done nursing. We are down to one feeding a day, and he is ready to be done. I am just waiting to be sure that I am ready to be done. I don't think that I am alone in this feeling. I believe that most nursing mothers love the feelings that come with nursing a child (closeness, bonding, being needed), not to mention the convenience, weight loss (although I am skeptical about this one), menstrual (for some), and skin-saving benefits that are also involved. I have loved nursing both of my kids, although I couldn't tell you exactly what is so great about it or why it's so hard to stop. In fact, I threatened to quit nursing I think three times with Spencer (and once with Ethan), but I just couldn't make myself do it. I guess I thought that whatever feelings I was getting from nursing were worth the seemingly endless case of thrush we had, the two (really three) cases of mastitis I had, and the continuous (really, the ENTIRE time) problems that came from eczema of the nipples. Again, I can't explain why I would put myself through this amount of pain in the past year just to feed my child when there was an alternative. All I know is that I still don't want to give it up even though it is the time that I originally planned to be done. Darn mixed feelings! They almost make me want another baby (don't worry, that will NOT happen). It's time they come up with a pill that makes you think you are nursing when you're not. That would solve all of my problems today and would have made the past year so much more comfortable!

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Scooter Date

Shaun and I decided to celebrate picking up our scooter by taking it on a date last night. (This probably won't happen very often since we, together, exceed the weight limit, but we had to do it at least once.) It was fun and surprisingly not as scary as I thought it would be. I did get a little nervous on the turns and while changing lanes, but I felt pretty safe for the most part. The best part was when we were going up a pretty steep hill and were only able to make it up to 20 mph. It was a little embarrassing, but we got a good laugh and I'm sure the motorists around us did, too. In fact, judging from the looks we got throughout our evening, we must have looked something like this: (I guess you weren't too far off, scooter.)

And I think McD must have been lying (or we really did look that bad) because none of the motorcyclists on the road (not even the old ones, not even in the dark) acknowledged us. Even the fellow putt-putters on scooters seemed to look the other way as we passed. I was very cold on our way home because I forgot to bring a jacket, but we had fun anyway. My friend and I also decided, after she rode home from the dealership with me, that we will be using the scooter (at least sometimes) when we go out together from now on. She also decided that she wants to buy one for herself. The scooter is so much fun, but I might have to get some full leathers because the thought of the possible road rash makes my skin crawl!

Saturday, June 7, 2008


Since gas is now priced around $4 per gallon and we have a 20 mpg minivan, we have decided to get a scooter to try and save money on gas. The most we ever use the van is for Shaun to drive to work and back and since he doesn't need car seats to do that, we thought this would be a good option. Luckily, my friend works for a dealer that sells scooters and she got us a great deal on an already inexpensive, cute scooter. Ours looks just like the one in the picture except it's blue. They didn't have any blue ones on the internet and we don't get ours until next week, so you'll just have to imagine what it looks like blue (and so will we until we get it). Blue wasn't actually our first choice, but they are selling them so quickly that it was the only color we could get if we wanted it next week. We have been told that this scooter will get around 80 mpg so we expect to save quite a bit of gas money. Although I did (and still do) have issues with the safety of a scooter, I think the money saved might be worth it. And it will be nice to fill up the tank with $6 instead of $95!

Friday, June 6, 2008

More Pics

I just can't seem to come up with much to post unless I have pictures to share, so I'm sharing more pictures.
The first two are of Spencer stuck under a chair. He couldn't figure out how to get the bottom half of his body over the rung. Instead of helping him right away I laughed with Ethan and took some pictures. You could call me a bad mother (I don't mind), but he wasn't sad at all. I think he was enjoying the challenge.

The boys both LOVE bath time.