4-wheeling trip

Today, the boys and I went with my parents 4-wheeling up Farmington canyon. It was nerve-racking because my mother is a spastic maniac on the 4-wheeler, but once I got over my fear for my life, it was pretty fun. The boys had a great time, they sat on the back of granpa's 4-wheeler, and had a great time. We had a picnic on the way down and it was really a fun day.

On another note, Robert just got his associate's degree and I am so excited for him. (yes, he's only like 6 credits away from his bachelor's degree, but it's still nice to have!)

He also has another interview for a job that would be really good for him this next week (so keep us in your prayers!)

Inspiration

A few weeks ago, a friend of mine posted on her blog Aleida's Challenge, Which in essence is for mothers to take pictures with their children. She said that children never look back at pictures of their mothers and say "Wow, she looks fat." or "She isn't wearing makeup." Instead, they look at the photos with love. Aleida died unexpectedly and left her family with lots of photos of her and her children.
As I attended the funeral of my cousin, I noticed that there were tons of beautiful pictures of Jen and her son and husband. Maybe because she struggled with cancer for three years she had the perspective of what's important.
I have been inspired by both women and their dedication to leave a legacy of memories for their children. I am committing now to take and post pictures of my family and I once a month.
Anyone who would like to join me can post links in the comments section.

germs

So....I know I already posted today...and we talked about the toilet toothbrush, but in my haste to get Jonah out of the bathroom and mischief, I threw the toothbrush on the sink and continued with my morning. just before 2 p.m., I loaded the boys into the car and quickly ran into the house to brush my teeth.
Yes, I forgot...though only momentarily, about my toothbrush's grand adventure in the toilet.
I remembered as I stuck my toothbrush in my mouth and it tasted like toilet water smells. I screamed. Not just a little yell, but a gut-busting, blood-curling scream. No amount of mouthwash will ever wash the nastiness out of my mouth. I feel like I need to boil my tongue!

I got to my parent's house to find that Scott had called off the wedding. Suckish, that's all I can say.

Toothbrushes and Toilets

This has been a really busy morning. I've been racing to get some work done so that I can enjoy the wedding today. Scott and Becky are getting married today (yay!) and then tomorrow, the kids are going to stay with their dad, and Robert and I are going to go stay in Park City for a few nights. Anyways, to make a short story long, I was trying to get everything done...I got in the shower pretty early this morning, (okay, it was about 9 a.m., I'll be the first to admit, it's usually closer to noon)
I must confess that a few days ago, the bathroom door got locked and I couldn't find the key to get in, so I took off the doorknob. I had just a portion of it sitting in the door until I could get Robert to put the knob back on. So the boys come into the bathroom while I'm showering and are talking to me. Logan says "Jonah just pulled out the doorball." Super. I got out of the shower to find that I could not get the nob back into the hole, so...we were stuck. Finally I figured out an ingenious plan, I stuck the handle of my toothbrush into the door and jiggled it and the door opened. Logan then said "It's good you used that...because you don't want that in your mouth anyways huh?" and I asked him why I wouldn't want to put it in my mouth. To which Logan replied, "Because Jonah just swished it in toilet water."
FREAK! IS NOTHING SACRED?

*Sigh*

As I was getting ready today, Jonah was looking at the book "The Fox and the Hound," which is based on the Disney movie. Jonah kept saying "Momma," and pointing to Widow Tweed (see above picture). Logan stopped and looked at the photo and said "Jonah, that's a fox!" I said "Honey, he's talking about the old lady, not the fox," to which Logan replied, "Oooh, Jonah...you're right, that looks exactly like momma." Super.

Goals and garbage

Well, it's been awhile since I've posted anything, I've made it a personal goal to post everyday...we'll see how that goes. I've got a lot to post. First, today I went to work out at my mom's house (because she has all the awesome equipment) and as I'm riding the elliptical, Logan says, "I love you!" I stopped riding and bent down and gave him a hug and said, "I love you too honey." He looked at me like I was dumb and said, "Um, no...I was talking to myself. I love Logan." I guess yay for a healthy self-esteem!
Now, as I mentioned in my previous post, I just found out that I'm diabetic. This gave me motivation to once again join weight watchers. I decided to bite the bullet and admit that I'm going because it gives me motivation to succeed. It's been difficult. The food part isn't that bad...I can handle that. (It's the working out part...I hate working out!!!!) I definately need a work out buddy. But, this is my second week on the weight watchers program and last week I lost nearly 4 pounds, not too bad!!!!

Rough Week

Well, this week started out really crappy. I have been noticing for the last several weeks that I had to pee all of the time. Not only that, but I had a sore on my hip that just would not go away, so tested my blood sugar one morning at it was 298. I went to see the doctor shortly after that and it is no suprise, I found out that I am diabetic.
In addition, we've had a lot of naughty terrible two's incidents this week. (Jonah actually scooped out 25 pounds of flour onto the floor and then made 'snow angels')
Now today, my cousin and one of my best friends died. Jennifer has had a brain tumor/cancer for 3 years, since she got pregnant with her sweet little boy Noah. Jen has fought valiantly over the past 3 years, and I always secretly thought that she would somehow overcome it. Jen could do anything. She was fun and outgoing and smart...she really could do anything. I can't believe she's gone. She taught me so much. She taught me to love and accept myself for me. She was my dancing buddy, we would go dancing or hang out...and when Jennifer was there, you knew you were going to have fun. I have to think that there just wasn't enough sunshine, joy and laughter in heaven, so our father in heaven brought her home. I love that girl, I miss her already, but I'm so thankful and honored that she was part of my life.