Solitude Ski Vacation

I decided upon my retirement spot. We had the greatest weekend up Big Cottonwood Canyon. Thanks Grandpa Charley's boss for the free condo. Thanks Johnson cousins and Grandma Pam for skiing with us on Saturday and then scaring everyone out of the pool afterwards. Thanks Brighton LDS ward for the most reverent sacrament meeting we have ever experienced. Thanks Heber J for the fun sledding spot by your cabin. When can we go again?

Olivia's First Stitches!

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and I had bribed Brig to practice the piano. Olivia cheerfully came running into the living room and tripped on the rug. We watched her literally fly across the room and hit her temple on the piano bench. Oh, the blood and tears! Actually, Olivia was very brave. Dave and I took her to the Instacare, my parents were horrified no plastic surgeon was involved on their beautiful granddaughters' face. Maybe we should have taken her to the hospital because the PA that gave her 4 stitches looked and acted exactly like Juno. Olivia was so good she got a dum dum for all her trouble. Hopefully this is her first and LAST experience with stitches.

The Joys of Motherhood!

The great family rivalry, Utes vs BYU

BYU vs. U of U B-ball Game

Olivia's new princess dress-thanks Grandma Goose

A few weeks ago I thought I was either dreaming or Mother's Day had come early this year, my kids were so awesome. It was a Sunday and they all got up and got dressed without complaining. (this is a big deal) Then Brig practiced the piano and Sam played the guitar, again without being asked. (this is an even bigger deal) They were sweet all day and I was in heaven.

Now contrast that with today. Dave has been out of town for a couple of days. We have been busy with work, school and lessons. Sam made it to the District Science Fair, exciting, but a lot of time. Olivia has a gaggle of little girls who love to play together every day. Today they were at mine and the crying and tattling was at a record high. I guess I am still getting used to little girls. I "politely" asked Sam to get ready for wrestling and 3 minutes before it was time to go he was madly rushing around trying to find his gear, which it turns out he left at wrestling. ( he has the Allen forgetful gene) I took the boys to get hair cuts. Charlie wanted the "one" buzz, I tried to secretly tell the gal to use a "two" otherwise he truly looks bald. Charlie overheard and was so upset he tried to run away. Olivia was crying, "Not our "toot" (cute) brother, "him's" (he's) running away." The other patrons were getting a good laugh. I am way past the point of being embarrassed, been there, done that too many times. Now they are finally all asleep, I'm ready to watch some mind numbing TiVo and be grateful for my four great kids who keep me laughing, it truly is the best medicine and the only thing you can do on days like this. Motherhood rocks!