He knows if you've been bad or good....

Darren: When does Santa forgive you?

Me: (not quite understanding) What?

Darren: When does Santa forgive you? Is it before Christmas or after Christmas?

(I think someone is getting worried)

me too

Jumping on the bandwagon and going private also. I want to limit the people who can look at my son's bare bum. Shoot me your email if you want to follow us.

Sometimes you just want to play with your 18 gallon storage bin....naked.

Boo or Boo hoo?

Again, this post is a little out dated but I just wanted to share our Halloween merriment with everyone. This halloween was pretty uneventful compared to other years. Just your standard costume wearing, trick-or-treating, candy gorging fun. There are a few highlights though.

Darren: Jet fighter pilot

Cordon: Kung Fu Panda (or stoned Panda in the pic above)

Cameron: Train Engineer

Cord skipped dinner if you can't tell

Trick or Treat. Cam got left behind quite a bit but he was content with his two pieces of candy which he had a death grip on the whole night.

The Dragon Warrior running from a pirate

The funniest part of the whole night was watching Darren pass out candy to the Trick or Treaters. Lance had bought Darren a coffee mug earlier that day with all the logos of the Mountain west conference teams on it. Darren loves it. And he wanted every one else to love it too. That is why before any trick or treater was allotted their piece of candy they had to look at Darrens mug. In fact one time there was a group of about 8 trick or treaters at our door and I heard Darren say "ok everyone, stand back." I peeked around the corner just as Darren pulled out his mug and held it up for them to see and proudly said "This is my mug." All of them just stared blankly at him. And then I heard one kid ask "Uh...Trick or treat?"

Katie and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad night.

I am not a good sleeper. It takes me a long time to fall asleep and then once I am asleep I wake up often (I think three young children have something to do with it). Anyway, the other night was no exception but seemed a little worse than normal.

I woke up about 1 am to a dark shadowy head about 1 in. from my face. I gasped even though this happens frequently. Not wanting to waken further by taking him back to his bed I just moved over and let the 3 year old in. While I was moving over I realized that I had been sleeping on my back with my hands above my head. Both arms are asleep. Not just tingly asleep, It was like whose-arms-are-attached-to-my-body asleep. Just as he gets situated his little voice says, "I'm hungry." I just ignore him. Wimper wimper "i'm hungry." Ugh. I'm sandwiched between husband and son and have no use of my arms so I just shush him. So he starts crying. I hiss at him to be quiet as I wriggle over him like a beached whale while I was trying to get out of bed. By now my arms are getting painfully tingly as the feeling is coming back. I get to the kitchen and throw my arm at the wall in a painful attempt to turn on the light. Screw it, I don't need light. I go for the pantry for the only sure thing that I know he will eat: a spoonful of peanut butter. I don't know how long it really took but it seemed like I was unscrewing the lid with spaghetti fingers for at least ten minutes. Finally, with peanut butter in one hand and a glass of water in the other I walk back to my room where he has taken my place in bed. He is asleep, zonked even. I start to gently shake him. Nothing. I rub the PB on his lips. He's out. My effort is in vain. I'm too lazy to move him. I head to the dark bathroom to go pee. In the dark I feel the cardboard of the empty TP roll. Seriously. I hobble to the closet with pajama pants around my ankles to get a new roll. By the time I blindly found the new TP roll I'm sure I didn't even need it any more. So then I go to the linen closet to grab a blanket so I can sleep on the couch. Argh. All our extra blankets are at the house in Pleasant View. The only thing left is a flannel fitted sheet. I head to the couch and cocoon myself into the sheet only to realize that now I can't sleep. So I turn on the food network. Some where between reruns of Ace of Cakes and Good Eats I fall asleep. I wake again when Cam starts crying. Now Im too tired to untangle myself from the elastic in the sheet so I just lay there and listen to him cry. He eventually falls back asleep and then so do I. I wake up again when Lance kisses me good bye as he heads off to works and I know my night is over. I was half relieved the night was over and yet dreading the day ahead with a crick in my neck.

Birthday festivities

I know this post is a little outdated already but Lance did make it through another year and turned 33 last month. We were able to celebrate up in Pleasant view which allowed me to break in the kitchen at our new house. Thanks to everyone that came to party with us.

Here is a little trivia question for ya: How many BYU/football birthday cakes has Lance had over the years?

Enjoying some fresh peach cobbler! Mmmmmm

Yes, our patio furniture is in the living room. This party was BYOF. (Bring your own furniture)

Someone left their cake unattended

Those are indeed pants tied around his head. Where is Dallin's bandana when you need it.

Cameron is just crying because I made them stop to take a picture. Ride on, Cowboys.

Despite what Cordon thought at first he did like riding the horse.

No, there was not a parade for Lance's birthday but it was Peach days that weekend!

God bless America!

Soldiers, tanks, fire trucks and candy! Oh my! Can a boy get any happier.

What a Wonderful World

A couple of Sundays ago we got out and drove the Alpine Loop. It is 19 miles that loops through the mountain canyons. It is such a beautiful drive especially now that the leaves are changing colors. We don't get a lot of time together as a family to just enjoy each other so this was a special day. Now I get to relive it through a ton of pictures.

Darren (pensive as always). Haha. I know he's planning his next move in this picture

Cameron. Looks windy but it was actually just a really bad hair day. really.

My Cord. I love it when he smiles.

Darren fell into the bushes here.

Watching the bees

More watching the bees

I love it when these boys get along.

Yes, they are looking at his booger.

It was a great day.

What a Wonderful World.