More Reunion Photos (get some popcorn. It is loong.)

Reunion

We went to a Family reunion this last weekend.

This picture is so funny to me. Aubryn looking all super-modelish and Reagan giving me his super GQ smile to go along with her. I timed my snapshot just right with the breeze.

While on the trip Reagan was a crazy boy! Running away every chance he got. The baby was fussy most of the time. The drive home was looong and nearly drove us all bonkers. But we survived, barely. I am ready to stay home for awhile. I spent the day unpacking and doing laundry. I need a vacation from vacation.

On the hike that the previous picture was taken, Brian's 87 year old grandma hiked with the rest of us up to some ancient pictographs. I was amazed that she could do it. I was still in my church clothes and managed to hike in my high heels. But who can complain when she is walking a few steps ahead of you? On the way down grandma needed a break. She stopped for a minute and was standing to the side of the trail. Aubryn ran up to her and said, "I'm gunna beech you!!!!" and off she ran. And she did. She beat Grandma.Later that day we made another stop. I was helping Aubryn in an out house. I think this was her first experience in an out house. As she sat on the toilet, she pondered and looked around. She said, "This bathroom is crazy! It smells like PEA...nuts!!"

Like I said, Reagan did a lot of running. It was usually away from me and Brian. At one point he was running full speed for the road. We were both yelling stop and everyone could hear us it seemed, but Reagan. Brian ran and caught him. I ran up too and knelt down to talk to him. I tried to tell him that the road is dangerous and he could get hit by a car. Then I took his hand and we continued walking. He talked to me as we went, "The road is dangerous? A car could hit me?"
"Yes." I said. "And it could hurt you bad."
"The car could hit me? It could hit my finger off?"As we walked along one evening, Reagan was walking along side his 12 year old cousin, Jaren. Reagan looked at him and said, "I like you." He said it several times to Jaren. "I like you. I like you." It sounded like, "I wike you." Jaren just smiled at him. Reagan said it a few more times. I think he was expecting Jaren to say it back in return. But Jaren's smiles turned into giggles. Reagan said, "It's not funny." It's not funny. It's not funny." Each time he said it, he emphasized a different word of the phrase. It was funny.

Random

I saw a lady punched in the face at church on Sunday.

Stake President looked deep into my eyes, into my soul, and told me that, “Everything is going to be okay.” And he is right.

We power raked our grass and it was a TON of work. I’m still feeling it.

Aubryn told me that when she grows up she will be a good mommy. She will do whatever her kids ask. She will buy them what they want and let them do what they want.

Toilet flooded. When it was discovered I asked Brad why he didn’t tell me, “I forgot to tell you because I was in a hurry to practice my piano.”

Got to try out my friend’s nice camera. What a treat!

A young man painted my house number on the curb to earn money for school. Reagan sat outside visiting with him. I went to see the finished product and told the boy he had painted the wrong number. I told him I was kidding and realized I had just done a Michael Scott joke. It was only funny to me.

Kids tried to eat their rice bowls for dinner on the trampoline. Very bad idea.

Perspective

I need to remember the big picture, then things don't seem so big.

Quotables

I know you are all tiered of reading odd things my kids say. But here are a couple more new ones.

Last night at dinner, Reagan picked a mushroom out of his food. He held it up and asked, "What's dis?"

"It's a mushroom." I said.

"No. It's candy." he said. Then he popped it in his mouth. As quickly as he put it in, he took it out and said, "It's medicine."


Today Reagan was carrying the slinky around. He calls it the "stinky".


Lately if you say any of the following: "Reagan, you a cute boy!", "You are handsome!", or "You are a big boy." you will hear in response, "I not boy! I Reagan!" or "I not hansom, I Reagan!"

Around the World

The on-looker

I'm sure that ball went right through the net.

Go in!

Nice form, Brad.

I spent many hours playing "around the world" in the driveway growing up. Last night after Aubryn and Reagan were sound asleep at a very early hour (Sundays are long days for them), Brad, Brian, and I played some basket ball. I kept thinking my dad should be here playing and telling me how to improve my shot. Maybe next time they're in town. It was fun.

cute!

A Day in My Life

Reagan doing one of his favorite tricks

Reagan has a bad sore on the bottom of his big toe. He woke up from his nap and came to show me. "I hurting." I looked at where he said it hurt and said, "Oh no! That looks like it hurts! Did that wake you up?"

"It hurting me up."


A couple nights ago at dinner Aubryn was not enjoying or eating the food I made. But she was persistant in asking for a popsicle. I said a classic mom statement, "You won't get a popsicle the way you are acting."

"I'm not acting!" she said.

I think she was trying to point out that she was not being naughty.

Reagan-isms, part 2

"It's my burtday."

"It's kissmas."

"What you doing?"

"What you making?"

"What happened?? What happened? Aubby, what happened?"

Reagan-isms

"Wook at me! Wook at me! Wook at me!" (I hear this several times a day)

"What da [the]?"

"I knew dat."

At dinner tonight Reagan said the blessing, which included, "Tank ou for my famy. Tank ou for my mommy. Tank ou for my daddy. Tank ou for my Aubby. Tank ou for my Brad. Tank ou for my Ryan. Tank ou for my me. Tank ou for my ooku nee nee."

bubbles

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Mother's Day

Remembering back to my first Mother’s Day, when Brad was just a baby, it was such a new fun thing for me. I was excited to be a real mom on Mother’s Day. I loved being a young, new mom!

Thinking about my first Mother’s Day without Isaac and I remembered what a difficult day that was for me. I had Brad with me, but didn’t feel I could whole-heartedly celebrate Mother’s Day without having Isaac here with me too. It wasn’t complete. I felt emptiness.

Then, I was thinking about how I felt last year on Mother’s Day. I felt less than. I didn’t want to go to church and hear the talks about all the wonderful mothers. They just made me feel like I wasn’t doing enough. It was a day to point out all that I did wrong and how bad of a mother I was.

But now this year, my thoughts have changed again. I feel very grateful! I am grateful to be the mom of 5 super kids. I love them so much! They each have blessed my life so much and in different ways. Their spirits brighten mine. Their personalities are all unique and I love the variety in our house. I love to hear them laugh and see their smiles. I like to talk with them and hear them. I wish I could remember everything they say. I know someday I will miss having them young and at home with me. I cherish these days of my life and hope they last for a long time. My heart is FULL!

Snack Time

"Aubryn, do you want a cookie or a kit kat?"

"I want a cook kat."