Friday, July 23, 2010

My baby girl is eight!

Eight years ago today, a beautiful little girl was born at exactly the right time on exactly the right day (long story).  My little Livvi is a most unique little spirit and I'm so thankful for her.   In honor of her turning eight, here is my list of the top eight reasons I love my little Livvi:

1. That face...OH, that face!

2.  She is smarter than most eight year olds I know (sorry, you other mothers of eight year olds).  Actually, she's smarter than a lot of adults I know.  Keep in mind that I work with university professors.  

3.  She makes me laugh on a very regular basis.  The kid isn't just funny.  She's got wit.  

4.  She's cuddly.  She is always willing to give me hugs and kisses and snuggle with me.

5.  She is a great big sister.  She has a special bond with her baby brother Lucas.  

6.  She is loved by everyone who knows her.  School teachers, friends, friends' moms, church teachers, aunties, uncles, grandparents...Livvi is just lovable.

7.  She has a knack for the booty dance.  Baby got back!

8.  I love her writing.  She writes the most random little poems and stories (complete with pictures) that never cease to bring a smile to my face.  

Happy birthday, sweet Livvi!  I miss you and can't wait for you to come home so we can party!

Monday, July 5, 2010

BAD blogger! BAD!

The last month or so leading up to my kids leaving for Washington (sniff, sniff) has been jam packed with...well...I have NO idea.  I've been busy, OK??   But now that they're gone, I have more free time than a hot dog vendor at a supermodel convention, so it's time to catch up.   As always, here's the pictorial version of what we've been up to:

My little Ben graduated from Kindergarten.  Love his cute teacher.  She's the best!

Took the back road to aunt Beffie's house one night and ended up in the middle of a cattle drive.  Never done THAT before.

Look at the babies!

Grabbed some carrots and stopped to feed the horses.  

No idea.  Really.

Lucas' 4th birthday.  I think everyone in my family has pictures in our files with uncle Jerry in the background like this.

Fun day out for Lucas' bday--Pizza, video games, indoor black light mini golf.  Good times!

Off to the Discovery Children's Museum.  What a fun place!  It was the middle of June and cold and raining.  My kids were freezing here!

This was taken about 8 seconds before he fell out of this loft and hurt himself.  Typical.

My little future Katie Courics.

These are the happy faces of two boys who got to sit inside a real helicopter.

Simulated sand.

Ok, so as we went through the museum, I was thinking how uncharacteristically stress free and fun this outing had been.  It was a great place to take the kids and let them run around and BE KIDS without worrying about them disturbing others or getting into trouble.  They are ENCOURAGED to get into trouble at this place.  Loved it!  BUT...
Ya know the old saying, "I spoke too soon?"  Well, apparently it's entirely possible to THINK too soon.  As we were making the long trek back to the car, Lucas insisted we go for a gratuitous ride on the escalator--the one we were walking past but did NOT need to ride on.  I figured, why not?  Why not indeed.  On the way up, Ben was dancing around on the steps with his usual Pinocchio-ish grace, when SMACK!  Down he went, shin first into those ugly, evil, metal tooth-like...uh...teeth...that stick out at the edge of escalator steps.   All I remember is I saw A LOT of blood and a little bone.  So I carried a screaming, bleeding boy like a wounded soldier back to the the rain...with three wet, whiny kids trailing behind.   

We survived.  But it's still Kids-999, Mommy-0 on the record books for stress free outings.

All that bleeding Ben did really wore Lucas out.

Our trip to St. George.  We had lots of fun things planned.  Swimming, Toy Story 3, family fun center, temple grounds, splash pad and water play area downtown....well...

As you can see, we did manage to get in some swimming (no pics) and the fun center, but halfway through our trip, mommy got sick in a big way.  I was down for the count.  So these sweet, good little kids just quietly hung out in the hotel room while mommy was either glued to the bed on her back, or crawling to the bathroom.  No, REALLY, they WERE good and sweet.  No sarcasm there.

I said they were good.  Didn't say they didn't get bored enough to do weird things with their body parts.

When you miss going to Toy Story 3 because your mommy is throwing up her lunch...and her breakfast...and possibly a small find other ways to have fun with the 3D glasses you didn't get to use.

Family get together at the park on Flag Day.  Cute kids.  I sure do miss 'em.  Sniff, sniff...