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My Little Piggies!

So I was crazy busy this last week and was gone 3 nights in a row. I was taking a break in the afternoon and decided to catch up on some DVR'd shows. The side door that goes out to our back yard was open so I could "keep an eye on the kids". All I heard was giggles and giggles. I'm thinking great they are finally playing together instead of fighting, I was totally engrossed in my totaly brainless t.v show and realize it's been 20 or so minutes of giggling.... a sure sign something naughty is going on... and this is what I found. Two totally wet, dirty giggling kids splashing in the mud. My little Piggies. Needless to say we had bath time at 3 in the afternoon that day.

Sometime you just know there is going to be a prices to pay for a break.... and it's worth every lovely, lazy relaxing minute!

Exciting!!

So those of you that know my mom know what an awesome lady she is. She has never been one to complain and is ALWAYS willing to help and go the extra mile. She was so concerned for everyone else after my dad passed and never wanted to make anyone worried and sad over her own grief and loss. She is one of my hero's and I will never be able to repay her for all of the life lessons she has taught me. Now she is going to be a hero to who knows how many strangers in the Vancouver, Canada mission. She just opened her call tonight. I am hoping to make the trip to SLC for her farewell in April. I am so excited for her and all the lucky Canadians that get to get a taste of what an incredible, talented, giving person she is. LOVE YOU MOM!

Tipsy Toddler

So another day another adventure. I'm in the bathroom getting ready (it is 12:00 after all), and in runs Cannen. Mom, "icky" he is saying frantically. So I pick him up and get a big old wif of rubbing alcohol. I go to the front room to find a bottle opened on the floor. I am looking at it thinking that it doesn't look like much is gone and assuming that he dropped it as soon as he got a taste of what was inside. I decide to call poison control just to be safe it is 91% alcohol after all. The guy on the other end gets our info and tells me to give him something sweet to eat and drink since the real danger is if his blood sugar drops. Then he goes on to tell me if he starts to act drunk to take him to the hospital. So I gave the kids all this Valentine's candy and making him chug on apple juice. He was at his best singing Twinkle Little Star at the top of his lungs and chanting, "I'm naughty". Hmmmm, so now I am left wondering is this from the alcohol or the pound of sugar I just forced him to eat????? BTW, when I called Ryan to let him know what was going on in case I had to go to the ER, his end of the line was pretty quiet. I realized he was laughing hysterically. Don't worry Cannen is just fine! But he is definitely naughty!

Long Time

Wow so it has been so long since I have blogged that I wonder if anyone even checks our blog anymore! So much has happened in the last while that is hard to even know how to begin. I think one of the reasons I haven't blogged in a while is because I just didn't feel right sharing the everyday family updates when I haven't taken the time to write about my dad. I have been avoiding it because well it sucks and it hurts. He passed away in September and it has left a big hole in our family and in my heart. It was not expected and left me feeling cheated that I haven't been able to see him much in the last 7 years since moving to Texas.
It is hard to imagine all of the family get together without him there. He is a man that loves and lived for his family. I know that great sacrifices were made on his part to provide for us. I can't say the words "he was", because I know he still is and that he still watches over my mom. I do and will miss him. Even as I write this, the words seem so inadequate and casual, but it is the best I can do for now. I still struggle to accept it and I am not quite ready to open the vault of memories, because I know it will be hard. I am not ready to face the memories of times that I felt him so proud of me, the times when I felt proud of him. The life lessons he taught through example and quiet discussion. One of the perks of being the youngest is that I got my parents all to myself for awhile as an adult and I loved the long gospel chats we would have. I wasn't ready to have him leave just yet.