Tuesday, September 30, 2008

What Do You Say?

It's been a crazy week - thus my brief absence from the blogosphere.  No need to go into detail... just too many projects and busy family days.  I'll probably ramble about some of that later.  But I wanted to share a small family moment from last night.  We were having dinner and chatting about politics and this whole financial bailout ordeal.  Here's the basic dialogue that followed our conversation.

Maria: I don't see how it could possibly not affect our taxes...
Dylan: Taxis?
Chuckle.
Marcos: No, Dylan taxes.
Maria: Tax is something we pay to the government.
Dylan (with a very angry and concerned look on his face): No, I not.  I not paying them.  
Laugh under breath.
Marcos: What do you say to that?  I feel the same way.  
Dylan: I not paying.  I HATE taxes.
Marcos: Dylan, podes estar enojado, pero siempre hay que dar respeto a otros (translation: you can be mad, but you've still got to respect others).  
Marcos (whispers to me): He's right you know.  I'm not going to tell him he's wrong.  
Maria: I know.  It's so funny how upset he is about paying taxes when he doesn't even understand them.  He knows he doesn't want to spend his money though.
Preston: dah a dah (ha ha ha)

This is the part where we left the conversation to deal with the piece of corn on the cob Preston had put in his cup and was stirring and splashing with such enthusiasm.  What a mess!  But we enjoyed our interesting dinner conversation before we had to deal with "real life" as we know it.  

A few minutes later, Marcos commented on how good the meal was and Dylan took his cue from Papi.  Next thing you know, I get "Mom, this is the best corn ever.  You make corn better than all the people in the world.  And I LOVE this salt.  Thanks for the best salt ever, Mom."  He went on and on.  What a little ham!  There's truly never a dull moment around here.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Our Theme Song

Okay, I pretty much like to listen to anything, but I do love country music and find myself more drawn to it as I get older.  They sing about stuff I can really relate to and I don't worry too much about what my kids hear when the radio's on.  I emailed my friend, Lisa, about this last year, but I've been thinking about it again.  This song came on the radio today and I couldn't help but smile.  It sums up our life pretty well.  So here is our current "theme song".  It's a long way from the love songs we danced to at our wedding, but so much more meaningful.  

Just Another Day In Paradise (Phil Vassar)

The kids screaming, phone ringing
Dog barking at the mailman bringing
That stack of bills - overdue
Good morning baby, how are you?
Got a half hour, quick shower
Take a drink of milk but the milk's gone sour
My funny face makes you laugh
Twist the top on and I put it back
There goes the washing machine
Baby, don't kick it.
I promise I'll fix it
Long about a million other things

Well, it's ok. It's so nice
It's just another day in paradise
Well, there's no place that
I'd rather be
Well, it's two hearts
And one dream
I wouldn't trade it for anything
And I ask the Lord every night
For just another day in paradise

Friday, you're late
Guess we'll never make our dinner date
At the restaurant you start to cry
Baby, we'll just improvise
Well, plan B looks like
Dominoes' pizza in the candle light
Then we'll tippy toe to our room
Make a little love that's overdue
But somebody had a bad dream
Mama and daddy
Can me and my teddy
Come in to sleep in between?

Yeah it's ok. It's so nice.
It's just another day in paradise.
Well, there's no place that
I'd rather be
Well, it's two hearts
And one dream
I wouldn't trade it for anything
And I ask the Lord every night
For just another day in paradise

Well, it's ok. It's so nice.
It's just another day in paradise.
Well, there's no place that
I'd rather be
Two hearts
And one dream
I wouldn't trade it for anything
And I ask the Lord every night
For just another day in paradise

For just another day in paradise
Well, it's the kids screaming. The phone ringing
Just another day
Well, it's Friday. You're late
Oh yeah, it's just another day in paradise

Sunday, September 21, 2008

My Heart Is Full

Yesterday was a pretty bad day.  I was going to post about it, but I didn't even know what to say.  I was mad, upset and pretty shaken about a lot of things.  I guess you should feel grateful that you didn't have to hear about my cruddy day yesterday with my negative attitude and skewed perspective.  Let me sum it up for you.  Basically, the economy's a little shaky and we're probably all feeling it.  Things could be much worse, but still things are tough.  This summer, I felt stronger and stronger about the fact that I needed to be home with my children more.  Even with flexible hours and working at home much of the time, things did not feel right.  I was stressed out and going crazy trying to be good at so many things.  Marcos and I thought and prayed and finally took a leap of faith and I quit my part time job.  Now I'm freaking out about this leap of faith and wondering why we are struggling so much.  I've been super careful with money and things just are not adding up.  Too many unexpected car problems, bills doubling (more for power, natural gas, electricity...not to mention gasoline and groceries), paying for stupid tests to try to prove that you're good at your flippin' job.  Marcos has his CSW (Certified Social Worker) which is what you get after your Master's degree, but then you have to complete 4,000 supervised work hours and pass another test to get your LCSW (Licensed Clinical Social Worker).  Anyway, it's really hard and I just hate the whole idea of it.  Most people have to take it a few times before they pass.  Marcos is a really good Social Worker.  He has a heart of gold and knows how to help people.  He has never and will never be great at taking tests.  Anyway, this test would have meant a much needed raise, following our leap of faith and many other things.  More part time opportunities that would pay more per hour and just doors that would  be open.  We've been waiting a long time for this and hoping and praying and fasting and attending the temple and it was one of those slaps in the face that you just don't want to deal with.  I'm an emotional being and when I feel my world cave in on me, it feels heavier than it probably should be.  I take things too personally and worry too much.  I'm getting better with age, but still.  So he didn't pass his test.  Now we have to pay for his old license, wait three months, pay for the test again and hope it goes better.  Then we'll have to pay for the new license.  One of the reasons I didn't post yesterday is because I don't want to make Marcos feel like a failure.  It's a trial, but it's not his fault.  Anyway, sometimes stuff like that really shakes my faith.  I feel like if I believe enough and work and do the things I should, that it should just happen.  I bawled my stupid eyes out and walked around like a zombie eating junk food and crying to the Lord to help me understand why things aren't working out despite everything we are trying to do.  I at least got the point yesterday where I could smile.  Despite my crappy day, Dylan, Preston and I decided to run through the rain right when it started pouring.  I was looking for anything at that point to cheer me up and it helped for sure.  We were soaking wet and the kids thought it was so much fun!  Dylan also noticed the rainbow in the sky that just made me think.  Kids always notice rainbows and it usually takes me awhile to spot them.  That must be symbolic.  It also helped that even though I was upset, Marcos hugged me and tried to reassure me.  He even said something like, "There must be something I need to learn from this."  Man, talk about tough.  He should've been more upset than me.  So that was my crisis.  Not as big of a deal as I made it, but a rough one to say the least.  Here's why today was a little bit better.

Sacrament meeting was just what I needed to hear today.  The stake presidency spoke to us and it was really good.  One of the counselors talked about how we need to be more aware of the way we act around others and the way we might impact their lives.  He gave the example of people in traffic and the way they react to others.  Clearly a good example of not being at our best.  I must've been helping kids with something because I think I missed part of the second analogy, but it must have been about standing in line for a ride.  Apparently he watched while person after person got into the front of this line.  Someone finally said something to the people and they responded that they just wanted to ride with their family.  He said we may not realize that we are negatively impacting others when our lives merge and also that people may not be trying to be rude (they just wanted to ride with their family and didn't think about the people they were imposing on).  Anyway, it hit me hard.  Our ward boundaries split almost a year ago and it's been a little rough.  I think it's always a hard thing for people to be thrown into other wards.  We stayed in the same ward, but lost big areas of our old ward and gained others.  I feel like I'm fairly polite to people, but I've thought lately (and his talk made me really think) about how some of the newer people have talked to me and I'm sure that is not the easiest thing.  I respond, but then go on with my life.  It's not a shrug off, but just my focusing on myself rather than on others.  I really want to be more able and willing to help others around me.  Be more of a friend than an acquaintance.  That is when I am truly the happiest.  

The other counselor (the stake president was attending a farewell) talked about times being tough economically.  He even threw politics in there and talked about how every few years, one party wants to blame the other for how horrible things are and that it's probably not any one party's fault, but also that it's not really much harder than it has been in the past.  People have had it harder and had to make more sacrifices and they still pulled through.  That hit me and my negative attitude like a ton of bricks.  It's true, ya know.  Anyway, he also talked about how sometimes people think about how giving up 10% of their income to tithing is such a hardship and how many bills it would pay.  Or how much extra time they would have if they didn't have a certain calling or have to go visiting or home teaching.  Then he said that these things are a commandment (not optional, but a requirement) but that we are immediately blessed for paying tithing and serving in our callings.  We may not know it, but we are.  Man, was this guy in my house yesterday to hear me complaining about these very things?  Did he hear my sobbing and listen to my prayers.  I'm guessing a lot of people must feel this way, but it sure felt like he was speaking directly to me.  

Church was also so much fun because Primary feels me with such joy.  I don't know if I mentioned it or not, but I was called to be the Primary Chorister about a month ago.  I'm still trying to figure out what I'm doing, but honestly, I smile from ear to ear when I'm singing.  Looking out at all those beautiful children and their brilliant, loving spirits is enough to bring me close to tears.  It's hard to watch my own "spirited" child struggle to even stay in his seat, but I try to focus on my calling and pray that he will learn and gradually do better through the patience and love of his own teachers (bless your souls for dealing with that many 3-4 year olds every week). 

I don't know how this "trial" is all going to play out, but I'm choosing to continue in faith and work my tail off so that I know I've done my part and then believe that everything will be okay. I came away from church today with a full heart ready to serve more, obey better and endure to the end!   

Friday, September 19, 2008

Cookin' in the Kitchen



With all this harvesting I've been doing, I've been pretty busy in the kitchen.  I'm trying to get everything put away that we can't eat and prepare more for us to eat right away.  I've been putting more fresh veggies in our pasta or rice dishes and just getting creative with what we have available.  I was going to try to get a picture of my one day of harvesting because it was insane.  A cantaloupe, watermelon and honey dew melon, a couple huge banana squashes, cucumbers, two egg plants, three or four zuccinis and a couple yellow crooked neck squash, two butternut squash, a big bag of tomatoes and another big bag of cherry and pear tomatoes.  Holy smokes!  I was outside picking vegetables FOREVER!  I couldn't even fit them all on the counter to take a picture so I took a picture of one of the meals I started to prepare instead.  Don't you love how healthy it looks with the green, yellow and red.  My mom is funny about having different colors in her meals.  She actually pays attention to the presentation of the food.  Me, not so much.  If we eat, I feel pretty good about the day.  But I did good this time mom!  I seriously love having stuff from the garden to use though.  It makes me feel productive and thrifty.  After our healthy veggie meal, I took a picture of the boys licking the beaters from my hand mixer after we made our not-so-healthy chocolate chip cookies for dessert :)  Baby steps, right!

Last Friday



We watched our friends' kids while they went to a church function last week.  Their babysitter fell through at the last minute and we weren't doing anything so it worked out perfectly.  Dylan had a blast!  He thinks older kids are so cool and followed John around everywhere.  It was so cute to watch.  They all played well together and had a great time.  My social children LOVE having company so it was like a party for both of them.  Anyway, I thought the pictures of them were pretty cute!  Dylan had to have the same drink, the same yogurt, and the same popcicle as John.  How does that saying go?  Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery...  It's true!

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Pet Peeve

I'm not sure how tolerant I am, but I try to be open-minded and accepting of most things.  But no matter what I do, some things just drive me crazy.  Maybe that should be one of the "tags" people put on their blogs.  Here is one that drives me a little nuts.  There are a million treadmills, elliptical machines, and bikes at the gym.  I can be the only person on the elliptical machine or treadmill and some yahoo (pronounced yah who) will come get on the machine right next to me.  Hello, personal space.  If the gym's full, fine.  But when it's empty, why do you have to choose the one next to me?  I'm trying to get my workout on.  Anyway, I have a handful or more of these little things that bug me, but here's one that's seriously buggin'.  As the mother of boys, I found it very difficult to find names that were manly enough, not too popular, meaningful, whatever.  It was tough.  I hate naming kids.  So here's my question.  Why in the world do moms with girls see the need to turn perfectly good "boy" names into girl names simply by changing the spelling, adding a "y" here an there to make it look more girly.  Seriously, do you think I want my kid's name to end up being a "girl" name by the time he's a teenager.  There are PLENTY of girl names to choose from without trying to girly up a guy name.  What's up people?  That happened to us with Dylan.  We had another name picked out that I really liked and then I realized it not only was a boy name, but was becoming a girl name (at least here in Utah).  What the heck?  It made me so mad.  I just found out about another little baby girl with a "boy" name that's all girlied up and I'm just a little ticked off.  I'm not going to tell you the name so that no one freaks out, but I had to mention this little pet peeve of mine.  Stop taking all the boy names away from those of us "girl-challenged" moms! 

Mr Independent

Preston is 18 months old now and showing every minute of it.  He squawks and whines when he doesn't get his way and will not stop until you figure out what it is he wants.  I do not speak jibber jabber so I spend a lot of my trying to decipher the different high-pitched squeals. Usually what he wants is to be allowed to do something all by himself.  Oh yeah, I remember this "stage".  Dylan became independent long before now so I thought Preston was going to be okay with Mommy helping him a little bit more.  Boy was I wrong!  This is a busy, often frustrating, but super fun age. His latest quirk is twirling around and around with his arms behind his back until he falls down. He just laughs, hops back up and does it again.  He's also quite into bopping along with or shaking his head back and forth to music (or anything that appears to have rhythm).  Silly little guy! I love these messy yogurt pictures.  It shows just how much control I have lost...he attempts to eat his yogurt by himself and makes a huge mess and then gets to play in the bathtub.  No wonder he's so happy!  I have pictures of Dylan with messy yogurt pictures that look just like this.  They're starting to seem more and more like brothers - they wrestle, play, fight and are so protective of one another.  I love it!  

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Our Condolences

My brother-in-law's mother passed away last night.  It was very unexpected and has shaken everyone.  Those who knew Karen were blessed to have her in their lives.  She was such a sweet lady and was always thinking of others.  She was quiet, but fun to be around.  She was very talented and patient with those who wanted to learn one of her many skills.  She was a wonderful mother, grandmother and friend.  Our deepest sympathies go out to Dave and Laura and all the friends and family who mourn Karen's passing.  Our prayers are with you!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Dylanisms

Here are some of the crazy little sayings we refer to as "Dylanisms". I try to keep track of them, but preschoolers say funny things all day long so it gets more difficult as he gets older. Here are some of the Dylanisms that I actually wrote down the last 8 months or so. They're kind of in journal format so they're written "to" him.

• You call the hazard lights in the car “tick tock clock.”
• One day driving in the car you said, “Mom, those are wonderful sunglasses.”
• You were looking at the exhaust pipe in the car and said, “Mom, is that smoke?” I told you yes. You said, “I’m scared” and I asked you why. You said, “Because it will cough us.”
• We couldn’t find our car at Gateway after you had gone with Abuela to see a movie. Laura and Abuela went the other way and we walked and walked trying to find the car. You said, “Don’t worry, Mom. I will look for Gabi. I will put on my raccoon eyes.”
• That same day, I called Abuela to tell her we were lost. Luckily I found the car before she picked up the phone. After I hung up the phone you said, “Did you talk to Abuela? What did she say? Turn right, then left?”
• You were getting low on pants to wear because I hadn’t done the laundry yet. I pulled out an old pair of hand-me-downs that had patches on the knees. You said, “No, not the ones with the bandaids.”
• You came to give me a kiss while I was in bed and not feeling well. We have so much static electricity around the house and it shocked your lips when you kissed my cheek. You looked at me and said, “Mom, you sharpened me.”
• After your bath one day you coughed. I still had the stomach flu and was doing the best I could to take care of you while Papi went to a meeting. You said, “Mom, I have the cough and you have the flu.”
• You climbed up on my lap one day and said, “I need my bubbas.” That is something I always say when I need a hug from you or something. I asked you what your bubbas was and you pointed to me. You just wanted me to hold you. Sometimes you are such a big boy and something you are still my little baby. You’re caught right in the middle.
• I was scooping some ice cream for you and it was so hard. You could tell I was struggling and you said, “Mom, just be strong like a Dad, okay?” So much for girl power. Apparently you’ve already figured out that Papi can open things that Mommy can’t.
• You got out a little plastic container with nails in it one day and set it on the counter. You said, “Mommy, can I just leave that out so Papi can build me a bunk bed?” You are obsessed with bunk beds now that Diego and Mason have them and you can’t wait until Preston is a little older so you will have a bunk bed too.
• We had Kambrie over for a play date and you two were playing so cute. At one point, you were playing with a Little People toy that makes music and you said, “Come on, let’s dance.” You grabbed hands and were swinging your arms and jumping around. Then you put your arm around her to lead her around the other way and said, “Come on, my princess.” It was so cute. You were such a nice little gentleman.
• We were leaving Sam’s Club one night. I was pushing Preston in the cart and you were on Papi’s “hombros.” Out of nowhere you say, “Mom, I’m freaking out?” I start thinking (1) Where did you hear that? And (2) Why are you freaking out? So I say, “Why bud?” You respond, “Because these cars are not getting out of my way.” Even though you weren’t walking, they were bothering you. Funny kid!
• The electricity was out when we got home from church on February 24, 2008. It was so weird because we kept forgetting and trying to turn lights on or the TV or oven… It’s amazing how much we rely on electricity. You were so cute though. You thought about it for a minute like you were nervous and then said, “Oh, I know what to do” and ran to get out the flashlight. I was explaining how electricity is more than the light burning out and how it affects the television, computer, etc. You started talking about the “a light tricity” It was so cute! It actually makes more sense to me too!
• The other day, you wanted me to play with you and you said, “Mommy, let’s play scientists.” I have to say that was a proud moment for me. It makes me feel like I must be teaching you something for you to think it’s cool to play scientists. You really are a smart little guy.
• Speaking of cool. Lately, you say everything is cool or awesome and you just sound like such a big boy instead of a toddler. It’s crazy to watch you grow up so fast and yet I truly love it. I don’t want to keep you little…I just want to enjoy you while you are.
• We have been so eager to get outside. It’s been such a long, cold winter. Today it was warm outside and you and Anthony went out to play in the sandbox. You were playing well for over an hour. At one point, I peeked out at you and you two had a plastic baseball bat. You were walking around the tree in circles, looking down at the ground and eventually hitting the tree with the bat. I asked you what you were doing and you told me you were killing all the spiders.
• A little later, I peeked out again and couldn’t see you. I could hear you, but you didn’t come when I called so I walked out and talked to you about not leaving the yard. Somehow you had gotten the fence open. Sometimes the latch doesn’t close all the way so you probably just pulled hard and it opened. As I was talking to you about not leaving the yard you said, “But we were just talking to that ‘Bob-the-builder’ and he told us he had to work on his car.” I guess you were over talking to the neighbor who was telling you he had to work on his car. You didn’t know his name, but he had lots of tools so you called him a Bob-the-Builder.
• We're in the process of switching Preston over to whole milk. We're to the half formula, half whole milk stage (usually). You’ve been a little obsessed with what type of milk Preston gets to drink You were asking me if Preston could drink cow's milk and I told you yes, but he still drinks babies’ milk. I think you still remember when the answer to that question was "No, Preston drinks babies’ milk." Here's a bit of our conversation.

Dylan: What kind of milk do we drink?
Mommy: Cow milk
Dylan: What kind of milk do babies drink?
Mommy: Mommy's milk or formula. It's special milk for babies, but Preston is getting a little bit bigger and he'll be able to drink cow milk soon too.
Dylan: Hey Mom, I know where we get babies' milk
Mommy: Where?
Dylan: Baby cows. And horses give us vegetables and pigs give us fruit.
Mommy: I think fruit comes from trees and vegetables come from the garden.
Dylan: And chickens give us (pause to think for a second)...chicken, so we can have ham sandwiches. Wait, I know what chickens give us - cheese.

At this point, you were obviously just being silly and wanted me to laugh. I stopped responding with an answer, but couldn’t help but chuckle a little. You’re a nut!

• Out of the blue one day you said, “Mom, I have a clever idea.”
• You like to turn the pages of the books when I read to you. When you went to the turn the page, you said, “Mom, should I lick my tongue?” You meant should I lick my finger to turn the page. Just a bad little habit I have when turning tough pages.
• One night I decided to rearrange everything in the toy room. In the morning, you looked at me with a smile and said, “I love this new stuff and where it all is.” What a grateful little boy you’re turning out to be.
• When the frontrunner train passed in front of us, you said, “Mommy, there’s the frontrunner. But what about the backrunner?”
• According to you, guinea pigs are called “penny kids.”
• One day after church, you said, “Mommy, I want to change my shirt, but not my pants. I’m going to wear these pants to grandma’s house today because they’re my fancy pants.”
• You were sitting in the car looking at your legs and said, “Mom, do I have hairs?” I said, “Yep, you’re growing hairs on your legs just like Papi.” You said, “Yeah, but Papi has hairs everywhere.” With a smile, I replied, “Yeah, Papi is pretty hairy.” You said, “Yeah, he’s so crazy, he’s just hairy everywhere.” I can’t believe you noticed hairs growing on your legs. You’re way too observant!
• I was telling you and Preston that I loved you and this is how the conversation went.
Dylan: You don’t love Papi?
Mommy: Of course I love Papi, he’s my husband. He’s just not here right now.
Dylan: Oh, he’s the husband, but who’s the wife?
Mommy: I’m the wife and some day you’ll be a husband.
Dylan (after thinking for a minute): Well, I just want to be a cowboy.
• Mommy and Papi were talking about things being “sopping wet” under the sink. You said, “Let me see” opened the dishwasher and said, “Yeah, that’s ‘softened bread.’”
• When I was tickling you and you’d had enough you told me to keep my hands quiet.
• I was squishing you after you’d just eaten dinner and you said, “Hey, you’re choking out the food.”
• You call scooping ice cream “strunching” and no one knows why.
• You play a game where you tap my hand with a spoon and I say “ay chiwauwau”. You think it’s about the funniest game ever. I was tired of playing so I closed my hand into a fist and you hit the top of my hand. I told you that it really hurt and you said, “Oh sorry, next time don’t put your ankles there.” Apparently you think ankles and knuckles are the same thing.
• You were trying to get my attention and said, “Hey Mommy, I need to talk to you. Can I talk to you?” I said, “Sure Dylan.” You responded with, “I’m sorry I’m driving you crazy.” It had been one of those days and you knew it!
• I was reading “Breaking Dawn” and looked over at you and said, “Dylan, this book is crazy.” You said, “Then don’t read it.”
• You are obsessed with “The Lion King” and you sing “I just wait can’t to be king.” A little flipping of the words.
• You do the same thing with Land Before Time. You call it “The time before land.”

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Disheartening

I'm not sure that's even the right word, but I can't seem to find the right word to describe my feelings right now.  It's been one of those weeks where you kind of wish you weren't living in the grown up world.  I guess sometimes I miss being in kid land, where you're not completely sheltered, but at least a little bit so.  Maybe that's the problem.  My little world is quite sheltered at the moment.  I don't have kids in school yet so we're somewhat protected here in our little home in suburbia.  Marcos had a study group during grad school and we became pretty good friends with a handful of them.  One girl and her husband lived close by and became fairly good friends of ours.  We doubled dated with them and got to know them fairly well.  Although we have had limited contact with them since we moved away and started a family, we still consider them friends.  Anyway, he's a high school teacher and we just found out that he's been convicted for multiple counts of forced sodomy with a minor - apparently one of his students.  Man, it just kills me to even think about.  This girl, now dealing with not only an affair, but the fact that the girl was a minor (less than half his age) and her husband, whom she trusted, is now in prison.  I just cannot imagine!  It's one of those situations where you don't know what to do - I'm sure a call from some old classmate would be annoying and embarrassing - but all I want to do is reach out to her with any possible support.  How do you support someone who's world has collapsed under them like that? 

They've been on my mind all week and I haven't known what to do or say or think or blog about, but it's just eating away at me.  Then today at Dylan's soccer game, one of the mom's started telling me what had just happened to her.  Her older two boys were on the playground and one of her son's teammates was there while his younger brother played his soccer game.  Her son told her that his friend was over talking to the police because someone had just tried to kidnap him. It sounded like a pretty big story, but sure enough, the police were there talking to this 7-year-old boy who had just been playing on the same playground as us.  The danger that lurks around our own neighborhoods is frightening.  A few hours later I was driving on the freeway when I saw the Amber Alert about the 16-year-old girl who was mentally impaired that didn't come home from school yesterday.  Oh my word, I almost had a meltdown on the freeway when I saw the Amber Alert sign flashing.  I guess the recognition of so much evil hitting me head on in one week was simply too much to bare.  I wanted to just toss a big old plastic bubble around my family so I could protect them (or a shield like in Breaking Dawn for those of you vampire book readers).  

What is wrong with people anyway?  I HATE the evil that we face on a daily basis.  It just makes me so mad and frustrated and afraid.  I honestly try to live my life right, to be the best that I can be and raise a righteous family.  But today the thought of what I'm up against, of what I need to protect my family from just made me want to clench my fists and scream.  I know it's all about faith and hope in a better world to come, but the thought of reality today just makes me want to cry.  

Friday, September 12, 2008

Spiderman




The other day, Dylan came downstairs with a backpack full of props.  In the backpack, he brought these two green scarves and was so excited to show me his surprise.  The surprise had something to do with my transforming him into spiderman using nothing but these two little green scarves.  Yeah, right!  Talk about testing the creativity.  So one for his mask and one for his suit.  I was hoping his imagination would take over as I was tying and tucking the scarf around him.  He never said a thing about his spidey suit, which looks like a skirt of some sort, but he got me on the mask.  I was trying to figure out how to pull it around his head so I tied it in the front like a bandana and just folded it over his head.  He looked at me with one of those 'I can't believe you're so dumb' looks and said with a chuckle, "No Mom, not like I'm getting married."  Whoops!  How did I not realize that would seem like a veil to him?  Apparently he pays attention to more than I thought.  I started again and tied it in the back, flipped it over his head, and tied it again so nothing was floating around.  I mean, I didn't want him to look girly in his manly spiderman skirt!

Monday, September 8, 2008

Our Visitor

This afternoon, I had the privilege of making lunch for Dylan, Anthony, Preston and a new friend of ours . . . Benny the Triceratops.  Apparently triceratops like goldfish crackers, as well as string cheese, leaves and grass.  I have to say, he was rather well behaved most of the day - I expected much worse from a triceratops.  Benny followed Dylan around all day long.  I couldn't see any of it with my foggy, not so creative 30-year-old eyes, but decided to play along.  When we left for the gym, I asked Dylan if Benny was coming with us.  He told me Benny was pretty tired and decided to stay home and have a nap.  He had already tucked him in and given him a stuffed animal to sleep with.  As soon as we walked back in the garage door, Dylan said, "Benny, are you okay?  How did you do by yourself?"  Benny even sat in on our FHE, although he was too tired to participate much.  When I found Diet Coke spilled on the kitchen floor, I asked Dylan who had spilled my drink.  You could see the little wheels in his head turning.  He replied, "Benny did it."  I told him if Benny wasn't going to behave, we would have to tell him to leave.  He changed his mind quickly after that and said, "I'm just tricking you, Mommy.  I did it, but it was just an accident."  I guess we have our first imaginary friend living at the Uboldi residence.  We pretend a lot of things about animals and dinosaurs, but usually there's actually something there to look at.  This is new, even for our vivid imaginations.  We'll see if Benny's still around tomorrow.  

Domestic Goddess!

NOT!  Anyone who knows me, knows I struggle with most "stay-at-home" mom tasks.  I try to be a good mom, but I'm not super crafty, a good cook, I can't sew...  You name it, I probably suck at it.  But today I'm having what I consider to be a very domestic day.  I was able to catch up WAY more laundry than I should've had.  You know when all the stupid towels and blankets and sheets pile up in addition to your whites, darks, kid clothes and whatever else you might need to wash.  Well, not only did I get all that done, but I caught up with my overflowing harvest vegetables.  I LOVE having tons of vegetables to eat, but I hate having them go to waste.  Last year, I steamed and pureed so much squash that I didn't have to buy any baby food for Preston.  I also bought some green beans and sweet potatoes to puree and freeze so he had a variety of veggies, but I had so much squash that he had squash at least once a day for over six months.  It was awesome and so much cheaper than buying baby food.  Anyway, this year I was trying to decide what to do.  I didn't want the mess of canning because I don't have THAT much extra and I usually use it up within a couple of months.  I decided to go the route of freezing my stuff.  So I've been peeling, steaming, boiling, blanching, blending, packaging and freezing all day.  It feels so good to use what we grow though.  My tomatoes will be great in recipes like chili or spaghetti sauce and are easy to use after freezing.  My squash (I planted quite a few kinds this year) I blended and put in ice cube trays because they're easier to use that way.  After reading all of Tiffany's posts about the cookbook Deceptively Delicious, I broke down and bought it.  Although my kids are pretty good about eating veggies, it's great to have healthier recipes that include extra servings of vegetables.  Three cubes is 1/2 cup, which is the amount usually called for in most of the recipes so all my work with this squash will give us lots of puree to work with when we decide to use a recipe from that cookbook.  It's just nice to have the extra.  

Since I've been so productive today, I think we're going to have FHE be about preparedness.  We have our 72 hour kits in the garage, but they could use some updating.  We can have our lesson and then have the kids help us sort out the old stuff that needs to be eaten and put some new stuff in the backpacks.  And I should probably rotate my water too (and add to it - I know we don't have the 60 gallons we're supposed to have).  Fun!  Maybe I'll actually get a few of these procrastinated projects completed today!  I'll let you know if the motivation really does carry through to the family and FHE.  

Saturday, September 6, 2008

The State Fair

The butter sculpture (it's kind of hard to see, but it was amazing)

My little animals

Preston wasn't so sure about the pony ride

Dylan loved it

Lisa, Greg, Maria, Dylan and Preston (barely in the picture)

Today we met my BFF, Lisa, and her husband, Greg, at the state fair.  It was so much fun!  We saw all sorts animals, listened to great music, road ponies, played in a fun house, watched a couple comedy shows, saw quilts and photography, ate delicious fair food, and even saw a big old sculpture of animals made out of butter.  Only at the fair can you have a day so diverse!  Preston did so well in the stroller all day and Dylan had a blast running around the fair begging to go on rides and see all the animals.  I have to say, there are some pretty interesting people that show up at a fair though.  Where do they all come from?  I could sit all day and just people watch.  Anyway, it was great to see Greg and Lis and to spend such a fun day with them.  Thanks guys, we love you!

The Black Dragons

Practicing the kickoff

See how serious he is?
I think he might be a better football or hockey player
he's all about tackling and wrestling right now

Dylan and Trevor bonding while they sit the quarter out

Chasing the ball

Dylan played his first soccer game as a "Black Dragon" today.  Let me just tell you, it was pretty entertaining to watch.  They play 3 on 3 so there are six little boys who all chase the ball in the same tiny little area.  They play 5 minute quarters and have 5 kids on a team so each kid sits out 1-2 quarters a game.  They are so funny to watch.  Dylan loves going to soccer, but took the whole game very seriously.  First, he automatically decides the other team is the enemy that they are fighting against so rather than focusing on the ball, he was playing defense against them most of the time.  He also takes their team name rather literally and flaps his arms as he runs around chasing the ball (or other players) like a dragon.  They have a really good boy on their team and thanks to little Trevor they won the game.  Dylan's actually pretty good, but keeping his focus on the ball and running was a bit difficult.  I'm not exactly sure how to work on that.  His coach is so good with them though.  He keeps it simple by telling them to get to the ball the fastest and keep running, reminding them which way their goal is and telling them to freeze whenever the ball has gone out of bounds.  It helps to have very few rules since they seem plenty overwhelmed with just learning the basics.  The other team kept catching the ball with their hands so I'm guessing there's just a learning curve they go through the first few years.  Anyway, it was pretty fun to watch.  We'll see how he does.  Although he seems to like it, his obsession for animals and dinosaurs makes me wonder if we should have enrolled him in a "junior zoologists" school or something.  Or maybe paleontology.  The best part for me is watching how cute he is with the members of his team.  They're already bonding and getting to be little buddies.  He is so protective of all of them and was more concerned with looking out for each of them than remembering to look for the ball.  He's all about the team camaraderie.  I guess that's a good skill in and of itself.  So we'll see how the next game plays out.  Hopefully he can score a goal at some point.  Once he decides he is good at something, there's nothing that will stop that kid.  It's getting him past the point of frustration that is difficult.  Apparently patience is not a skill any of the members of the family have been blessed with.  Something to work on!

Friday, September 5, 2008

Dylan's First Day Of Preschool

Dylan started preschool yesterday at the School of Guppies in Kaysville.  We went to a little open house the day before and were quite impressed.  It's at her house, but she's got the basement all done up to look like a classroom.  It's very cute.  Then she has a swingset in the backyard so they can have recess.  I knew she would do a good job, but her setup is great! Teacher Jana loves kids and was so cute with Dylan.  I think that's exactly what he needs - someone who believes in him and thinks he's a great kid.  He's got such great potential, but seems to act out when others think he will.  I can't figure it out, but when he wants to be good, he's an angel.  She made totes for each of the kids to bring things to and from school in.  She also had a little "I Spy" game that the kids played where they found teacher Jana, George the Guppy (the mascot), the bathrooms, their tote and cookies and milk (they were shaped like fish).  Anyway, it was darling!  

Yesterday afternoon I pulled into the driveway to drop Dylan off and he told me I didn't need to walk him in - he would be fine.  He's so dang independent.  Teacher Jana asked that we walk the children at least to the top of the stairwell so she makes sure they all get there safely so I took him that far, got my goodbye hug and kiss and watched my big boy walk confidently down the stairs and in the door.  

When I pulled back into the driveway to pick him up two hours later, he was playing on the swingset.  Jana said he did great and was so cute with the other kids.  As he walked towards me, Jana's 3-year-old latched onto him and gave him a big hug goodbye.  He wrapped his arm around her as if he were her older brother and told her goodbye in a very deep "boy voice".  It was so sweet!  She must've really taken to him to be so attached already.  He really is a natural leader and a kind soul.  He loves others and is very protective of his friends and family.  

They made fruit loop necklaces with a bear on it that says "school's beary fun" for their art project.  They have music time, story time, art time...I don't know what the schedule is exactly, but she's broken the day up very well so they don't get bored.  She sends home a little folder in his tote with homework in it every day. Trying to convince Dylan that we were supposed to do homework at home was a bit of a process. He said, "No, that's my work from school. I'm supposed to do it at school." Try defining the word homework to a 4-year-old. Anyway, he finally gave in and decided we could work on it together. The first homework sheet was to count the number of animals on the playground and to color the picture. He counted the animals without a problem (although a couple were hiding so we counted a few times to make sure we found them all). Now we're working on coloring. Dylan is capable of coloring, but hasn't been too motivated by it the way some kids are. His coloring papers from church usually are blank or look like they did when he was in nursery. A couple scribbles and he's done. Now cutting and gluing, he loves, but coloring, not so much. I told him we were going to work on coloring his homework and staying in the lines. He's doing much better, but acted like it was quite the chore. It's probably a good thing that we have until Tuesday for his next class - it might take us all weekend to get one piece of paper colored! His teacher likes to send homework home so they get used to doing homework after school. I guess these days kids get quite the load of homework in kindergarten.  

Anyway, I'm quite impressed and think Dylan will do well in that environment.  Hopefully we'll be ready for the big, scary elementary school next year.  I'm sure Dylan will be ready, but I may not be prepared to handle it that soon.  Yikes, my kids are growing up!

Monday, September 1, 2008

Flaming Gorge Adventures

We spent the weekend with my dad and step mom in Flaming Gorge. My sister, Melissa, her son, Tony, and her boyfriend, Gustavo went also. It was a really fun trip for all of us.

We met my dad and Suzanne in Evanston and followed them to the campsite to help set up. It was a great location, close to the water and the bathrooms, and there were antelope roaming through the campground.  Dylan, Preston and I went for a walk to see the antelope up close.  Of course they just ran away from us, but the kids were determined to keep chasing them.  After getting a little frustrated that they didn't want us to touch them, Dylan decided it was a good idea if we pretended to be deer (he was convinced they were deer).  In the middle of our excursion, he leaned over to me and whispered, "Hey Mom, maybe if we pretend we're deer and run like them, they will know us and not be scared."  We tried it, but they still ran away.  Funny kid!  He's got a solution for every problem.  We got everything situated and ate dinner.  Unfortunately, Preston thinks he's much bigger than he is and he took a scary dive off of the picnic table - he's got pretty good road rash on his face in the pictures to prove it.  After that, I attempted bedtime with Preston, which went surprisingly well. Wa-hoo! That was my biggest fear. We brought the playpen for Preston and the portable DVD player to play their bedtime music, which worked perfectly. Dylan didn't last much longer before he went down for the night.  Melissa pulled in about 11:00, we helped her get settled and chilled around the campfire for awhile, and then headed to bed.  

Dylan and Marcos woke up and needed a bathroom break first thing.  I think the tent unzipping woke Preston and he started talking and moving around.  I grabbed him out of the playpen and tried to put him next to me to see if he'd go back to sleep, but he was jibber jabbering away and soon attacking me.  It was one of my favorite Preston moments.  One of those times you wish you could just freeze everything and enjoy it longer.  He rolled over me and started touching my nose and my mouth (a pretty common occurrence) but just didn't stop.  I'd touch his nose back and say "nose" or whichever body part it was.  He just smiled and would do it again.  His baby touches became big slobbery baby kisses, which made me start laughing.  It was so sweet how he was loving me.  Of course my laughing made him giggle over and over again.  It was the best thing ever!  Moments like that seriously make being a mommy worth it.  After our love fest, we built a fire and waited for grandma and grandpa to wake up.  The kids played for quite a while before we saw grandma and grandpa get out of the motor home. They said they'd been awake for awhile, but I don't believe them.  :)  Dylan was content to dig holes and collect rocks.  We bought a little backpack with some tools that we brought up and they were a hit.  Dylan took that backpack everywhere and took very good care of his tools.  Preston just ran around eating rocks and dirt and getting into mischief.  

We had a grab and go breakfast and headed out to a little Labor Day parade they do in Manila.  It's such a small town and the parade is so cute. They had a guy who flew over us in one of those glider things that's like a go cart with a fan on the back.  Whatever those are called.  He tossed little parachutes with candy tied on them from his "plane."  The kids LOVED chasing those parachutes as they fell to the ground.  There were quite a few old fashioned tractors, fire trucks, horses, covered wagons and even a goat in the parade.  All of them threw candy to the kids, who loved every minute of it.  It was kind of nice to go to a parade in such a small town.  Marcos was his boisterous self and yelled encouraging words to all of "Manila's finest."  Crazy man...I can't help but love him.  

After the parade, we headed out on the water.  It was a little choppy with all the boats there, but we found some decent water and got some play time in.  Melissa and I slalomed and Marcos and my dad knee boarded.  Marcos had to try to show off like my dad and flip around backwards.  He did it a couple times and then biffed it.  Luckily I captured the whole thing on film for your viewing pleasure.  Okay, so I debated whether or not to put pictures of me and my water sports on the blog.  I usually avoid showing pictures of myself in unforgiving tight wetsuit shorts, but decided it was worth it.  You just can't appreciate how much fun I was having without a visual.  I could not stop smiling!  It's been awhile since we've been able to play that hard.  And don't worry, my knee was fine.  We drove around seeing a lot of the lake and then later we stopped and let the kids swim in the water.  Dylan was so brave and kept jumping off the platform.  He and Marcos had so much fun playing together.  Preston acted like he wanted to get in, so we put him in with Gustavo.  He was a little sad so I pulled him out, but he wanted to get in again.  It took a minute for him to get used to the water, but after that he thought it was great.  He was splashing and getting Gustavo all wet and laughing about the whole process.  Cute kid!  It was just a great day on the water.  That evening was super fun.  We ate dinner, put Preston to bed and sat around the campfire roasting marshmallows and talking.

In the morning, it was pretty windy and cloudy so we waited to see if we wanted to go boating.  We finally decided to go out and take the kids tubing.  Unfortunately, after about 10 minutes on the water, the motor just died.  My dad thinks it was probably the impeller that went out.  It's the part that sucks in water to cool the engine so the engine was overheating.  This is the first breakdown he's had in 17 years.  We had to call the coast guard and get towed back in.  It was quite the adventure getting the boat back to the marina and onto the trailer.  Just another crazy memory of our Flaming Gorge trip.  

The kids still wanted to get in the water, so we walked down to the beach and took a dip and washed our hair.  Dylan was so brave again.  The water was so cold walking in and I was definitely taking my time.  Dylan finally asked if I needed him to come help me and hold his hand.  He's such a sweetheart!  Anyway, it was fun.  

Since we weren't on the water all day long, we actually ate dinner before dark.  We were making s'mores that night when out of nowhere, the wind starts blowing like crazy.  Dylan starting freaking out and Tony didn't know what to do so I grabbed the kids and headed for the tent while everyone else put out the fire and put stuff in a safe place.  We had to put on a movie for Dylan to take his mind off of the strong wind that was rattling the tent all night.  And then it poured and poured sheets of rain all night.  The kids slept fine though.  Our stupid air mattress went flat on us though so we were sleeping on the ground most of the night.  Needless to say, we didn't sleep very well.  In the morning we had a pretty decent puddle in front of the door that had blown in because of the direction of the wind.  We took the kids and some dry clothes to the motor home to watch a movie while we packed everything up in the rain.  Marcos, Gustavo, Melissa, Suzanne and my dad were soaking wet by the time it was finished.  Most of my work was packing our stuff inside the tent and keeping the kids in the motor home, which was no easy task, but at least I kept dry.  

After four days of fun, we headed home.  The kids did really well on the drive and we were able to get home in time to unpack and start the laundry.  It was a really fun trip, despite all the unexpected moments.  Dylan was so sad this morning when he found out we had to go home.  He kept asking if we could go back out on the boat again.  Maybe next year, bud!  Thanks Dad and Suzanne for the fun times.  We love you! 

Dylan's rock collection

Preston carrying mate around (that's a drink from Argentina and Uruguay)

Marcos, Gustavo and the boys walking down to the beach

Waiting for the parade

Grandma Suzanne helping the kids collect candy

Preston sleeping comfortably on the boat

Marcos and Dylan playing in the water

Waiting eagerly to ski

Loving every minute

Showing off for my hubby

Tony's drink

Preston swimming and splashing Gustavo

Marcos getting up on the knee board

Showing off his "360"

Crashing big time

Dylan goofing off and running from the camera

Preston drinking mate with Gustavo

Eating red licorice

Always on the run

Tony and Dylan around the campfire

Preston begging grandpa for food

The three boys