Thursday, July 31, 2008

Early to bed and early to rise...

DeAnna didn't want to stay home alone while the boys were away at camp, so we had "take your daughter to work day." I thought this would be the perfect opportunity for her to really see and appreciate the tremendous sacrifices I make for Mike and herself on a daily basis by getting up at 5am each morning and working my butt off for eight long, grueling hours before returning home (completely drained mentally of course), only to take care of their every need before finally retiring to bed!

Yeah. No. That didn't really happen.

Here is how DeAnna will probably view a typical day in the life of her mother for the rest of her existence:
  • I get to watch the beautiful sunrise over the Wasatch mountains each day as I drive in to work. (OK, well this one is true.)
  • I get to have as many FREE milky-way chocochinos each day as I like. (She had three by the way... and only stopped there because I cut her off.)
  • There is a fantastic vending machine which I can pull donuts, chips, or candy bars out of whenever I fancy one. (Yeah, because anyone who knows me knows that I would DEFINITELY spend four times the shelf price for any of those items... NOT!!!)
  • Auntie Jenna brings me in food if I forget lunch.
  • I get to play on an adding machine all day. (She loves those things... especially the ones like mine which print on paper... kooky girl.)
  • I have the coolest co-workers ever. (Yeah, well there ARE some pretty cool people in the office.)
  • Soda's only cost 50 cents at the office. (Never mind that I don't DRINK soda.)
  • I can go and write funny things all over Jenna's white board if I get bored. (Um... no comment on this one.)
In fact, the only thing she didn't LOVE was that everyone kept telling me there was a "mini-me" running around the office. :) (Hmmm... we have NEVER heard THAT one before.)

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Absence makes the heart grow fonder... ?

Mike & Mike are at Scout Camp! This is the first time Mike (Sr) has left the home for more than one night in ALL of our marriage. I have gone to girls camp many times, but this is the first time I have been the one left home for more than one night.

Here are some of the things I have learned so far since he has been gone:
  • The dishwasher doesn't load itself.
  • It takes an alarm clock and two cell phone alarms to wake me up if he is not laying next to me.
  • My lunch does not magically appear in my car each morning at 5:45am.
  • He is pretty much the only person who texts me all day.
  • The grass does not stay green if you don't run the sprinklers each day.
  • You have to refill your gas tank when it runs low.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Never put off tomorrow what you can do today...

There is NEVER a time that we go to Auntie Jenna's house where the kids come back dry. Sometimes it is a water balloon fight, sometimes they just start tossing cups of water at each other... and almost ALWAYS, someone just turns on the sprinklers. (I don't know how their lawn can look as dry and crusty as it does!) One of these days we will actually remember to take an extra set of dry clothes with us so we can keep the INSIDE of Jenna's house a bit drier.

We can all learn a lot from Jenna. She lives completely in the moment. If the kids want to dance with music, she turns it on. If they want to make cookies, it happens right then. If they want to play at the park, she drops everything. Much to my kids chagrin, my favorite phrase is "we'll do it later." I am gonna try to do better at that... I don't want to have any regrets. Meanwhile, my kids will always love that at least Auntie Jenna is spontaneous :)

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Actions speak louder than words...

There is something heart wrenching about watching your kid being pushed to their absolute limits physically. Tonight I watched my son do push ups, sit ups, leg raises, and up and downs till he could barely move, and just when I thought he was gonna pass out from exhaustion, he ran and ran and ran. He ran around the field, he ran suicides, he ran up and down hills... he ran till I swore he would drop to the ground, taking only four short water breaks and pushing his limits for two whole hours. Why would my son participate in this madness you ask? It is all part of the coaches conditioning for his team that will prepare them to play football this season for the Copper Hills Grizzlies.

When Mike started going to football practice a couple of weeks ago, I have to admit I thought his dad was a bit of a dunce for going along to ALL the practices with him. I did remind him after all that "the last thing the coach would want is to have 'sous-coach' dads standing around watching their every move." Still, it did not deter him from going every night to sit on the field and watch his son. After I had made fun of him CONSTANTLY for a few days, he finally talked me in to coming and watching a practice with him.

As I sat and watched my son exert himself, my first thoughts were "How on earth can they expect the kids to be able to do all this? And in this heat none the less???" However, as I was sitting there fretting, I couldn't help but notice that every few minutes, when Mike started to look particularly drained, he would look over at his dad and there would be this very "manly" exchange between the both of them. His Dad would pound his chest in a "Tim-the-Tool man-Taylor" fashion, or clap his hands and yell "good job" or "keep going bud" and then Mike would give his dad a bright smile and a thumbs up and take off running with a renewed energy. This went on for the entire two hours. Needless to say, I finally got why his Dad felt the need to be there each night... and I will never give him hassle about going again!

As I sat there tonight watching this tender exchange between a father and son, I also remembered an experience of my own. I had gone to participate in the Alonzo Stagg 50-mile hike with our Stake. There were quite a few kids my age going and we had started at 9pm on a Friday night, and had hiked all night. My feet were killing me. I knew they were bleeding inside my tennis shoes, but I didn't want to take off my shoes in fear that I would not be able to get them back on again. I was literally on my last leg. I knew I only had a few miles left, but I was feeling like I had reached my limit, and there was no way I could make the last stretch. All of a sudden, my dad came jogging up behind me. It turns out that someone from the Stake had called my parents to tell them I had made it most of the way and had invited them to come and be at the finish line when I got there. My dad had found out what checkpoint I had last checked in at and came and found me on the trail. I was SOOOOOO happy to see him there, and he became my crutch to get me through the last few miles. Literally, I leaned on him the rest of the way. I honestly don't think I would have made it without him!

So cheers to two fathers who were there for their kids in their hours of need!

And cheers to you too Mike. You look dang good out there! Not to mention, the chics are gonna dig you in that uniform :)

Thursday, July 24, 2008

All for one & one for all...

Have you ever seen a very large group of missionaries walk down the middle of the street in a cluster singing hymns at the top of their lungs? No? Then you haven't been to Ogden for their annual Pioneer Day Parade during the past three years!

The first year Mum & Dad got to Ogden, their first official act as Mission President & Wife was to ride in the Ogden Parade complete with an antique car and a ten gallon hat. Two years later, the Santizo's, the Hansen's and ourselves turned up to support them for their last parade down Ogdens 31st street.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

The more the merrier...

One of the highlights of this Summer (before I started this thing) was the Santizo family arriving in Utah to make their new home a little closer to ours. I just had to give them a little shout out and say:


Friday, July 18, 2008

There's no place like home...

Having lived in Maryland for all of our married life, (16 LONG years, but who's counting?), we decided it was finally time for a change. With mixed emotions, but much excitement, we trekked across the country, (OK, OK... Petra and the kids flew while Mike drove a huge Penske truck... not technically trekking, but you get the picture) and arrived in Utah in July of 2007.

Exactly one year later, (to the day), we are feeling right at home. We LOVE this place! So here we start a record of our adventures for our family and friends, near and far!! :)