Updates at last!

I have been wanting to update. But between spending time at the hospital, having Christmas, traveling and spending time with family, I just haven't had the chance. But in our family the saying goes: "No news is good news."

And that's just what I have.

They took Adam's NG tube out to claps and cheers by the family. Adam wasn't quite as excited during the actual removing of the tube. You try pulling a large tube from your stomach out your nose and see how much you like it!

He was so excited to get that out! He was sipping water, then drinking clear liquids, juices, and having soft foods in no time at all. And the very next day he was transferred to a regular floor. The Drs on the floor asked him when he wanted to go home, and he said "Right Now!"

So the next morning, Tuesday the 23rd, they planned on discharging him.

He had to wake up early on the 23rd and have surgery on his knee. They put a plate and screws in and around his knee of the broken leg, and then......

Drum Roll Please......

Adam came home! After 12 long days in the hospital, 10 of those in the ICU, Adam is home.

Here we all are on Christmas Eve. Adam insisted on being in the middle. (Actually, he just couldn't get out of the recliner). He finally let my mom cut his hair, and he is looking much better than he is feeling.

My mom worked tirelessly to get the house and his room ready for him. But he made it home the day before Christmas Eve. And we could not have been happier.

He is still on a lot of pain, but it gets a little better every day. He has to walk around with his walker, because he can't put any pressure on his leg. Getting around is a slow process, but at least he is home.

We, as a family, have been so touched by the number of people telling us they had been praying for Adam, or had lit a candle for him, or put his and our familiy's name in the temple, or they were thinking about us. We are so grateful to you, and are certain these are the reasons Adam's recovery has been progressing so well. In a time when the spirit of this season is so often overshadowed by commercial interests, we have witnessed and been reminded of the true meaning of Christmas.

I am so grateful for the love of family and friends, and for the thoughts and prayers of complete strangers. We have felt your prayers. I am grateful for a Heavenly Father who has watched over my family, spared my brother's life, and is helping him to recover both physically and emotionally from this awful accident. I have no doubt He has heard and answered our prayers. We have experienced our own Christmas Miracle.

I can not say Thank You enough.

I have pictures from the hospital of Adam I am still planning on posting, but during all the hustle and bussle and moving around, it seems the camera has been misplaced. When we find it (and I'm sure we will), I will share.

Up-to-Date in person

After a short over night stay in SWEET Kingman, AZ due to the snowstorm, my little family and I finally made it to SLC to visit Adam in person. I was anxious to see him with my own eyes. I walked into his room, and instantly burst into tears. But I turned around so I could get composed and put on my "game face." My brave face. I am certain it was better for everyone I was in Arizona until now. I don't know they could have handled my blubbering.

Adam has ups and downs. He was feeling well yesterday. The physical and occupational therapists worked with him a lot in getting out of bed. He even walked around the hospital hall with assistance from the sturdy splint and his "old man Farley" walker. (If you know Adam, that last sentence needs no explanation.)

He still has the NG tube. Something he is very discouraged about. There was concern he may have an ileus, pronounced ill-E-us. Meaning a portion of his bowl is not functioning, or the tissue had died, either due to the trauma, or his surgery. The NG tube is still pumping out WAY too much fluid from his tummy. So he went for another CT scan, this time with contrast, to see if everything was moving the way it was suppossed to. And the good news is, everything looked fine. He's still in the ICU. That won't change until the tube can be removed, and it's not looking like it will be anytime soon.

Nights are a lot harder for Adam. My mom and I walked into his room this morning in the middle of what we could tell was an awful nightmare. We woke him up to panic and tears and confusion. It seems this happens everytime he falls asleep. The nightmares. He is reliving the accident over and over and over. In his dreams. It's emotionally exhausting. And physically draining, because he never gets a decent amount of sleep.

I saw Adam's scar from surgery today. It goes from the top of his sternum, all the way down about 4 inches below his belly button. And it's closed up with 40 staples. Not 39. Not 41. 40. He counted. Twice. I asked to take a picture, and I'll post it tomorrow. Along with some of his other battle wounds.

Coming home for Christmas is looking more and more like a lofty goal. We may end up bringing Christmas to ICU room 15 this year. But its still a little too early to tell.

Pictures tomorrow.

And thank you for the continued cards, flowers, calls, thoughts and prayers. It truly brightens Adams spirit, and gives him the strength to keep fighting.

Thank You!

More Updates for Adam

I spoke to Adam today and he seems to be in a little better spirits. His physical wounds are slowly beginning to heal. But he grieves over the loss of his friend Johnny Pat Millburg, and those wounds will take much much longer to recover from.

Adam is still in the ICU. The surgeries to fix the internal bleeding appear to be successful. But he lost a lot of blood, and his red cell counts were very low, so they transfused a couple units of blood today. The physical therpapists came and helped him to sit up and get out of bed a little. He can't put any pressure on his broken leg, so they helped him to balance and stretch on the better leg.

Yesterday he was complaining about more pain in the broken leg. The doctors have been worried about blood clots, so they took him in for another little surgery. They put a filter in his vena cava, the main vein that carries blood from the lower body back to the lungs. The filter would prevent any blood clots from traveling to his lungs causing a pulmonary embolism. Normally they would administer drugs that would help keep blood clots from forming in the first place. But because of Adam's internal bleeding, they NEED his blood to clot. Hence the filter.

He also spiked a fever last night. They are doing blood and urine cultures, but we won't have the results for a couple days.

Adam REALLY wants to get the NG tube out, (a big tube that goes through his nose and down into his gut), but the doctors are worried without the NG tube, his intestines might get a "kink". So it looks like that is staying for a couple more days. He was able to take some medications by mouth today. The first time he's been allowed to basically swallow anything. Tomorrow they will begin letting him drink water, and see how that goes.

My mom went to Johnny Pat's funeral yesterday and said it was really beautiful. She is amazed at the strength of Johnny's parents, Gayle and Leo Millburg. We love you, we are thinking of you, and keeping you in our prayers. We are so grateful for the opportuntity we all had to know Johnny Pat. He was a wonderful man, and a great friend to Adam. We are reminded everyday how lucky and blessed we are that Adam is alive. It's a strange combination, to be so full of grief and gratefulness at the same time. Emotions run close to the surface these days. For all of us. Thank you again to everyone for all you have done. I appreciate it. My family appreciates it. And Adam is especially grateful.

I will finally be able to see him with my own eyes tomorrow (big cheer) , and will give more updates then.

Updates

I have Updates on Adam:

First, thank you, Thank you to everyone.

Seriously.

Thank You.

Adam has had lots of visitors and calls, and though he usually wakes up just long enough to shake their hand, and goes back to sleep, we ALL appreciate it.

Adam is still at the U. He was doing fairly well yesterday, and they Drs were considering transfering him out of the ICU to a regular floor. But his pain medication was making him sick, and that, in turn, caused him to have a long bout of tachycardia (fast heart beat). They got it under control after a couple hours, but that landed him another day in the ICU.

This morning, the newest round of tests showed the abdominal bleeding hadn't stopped, and infact, was getting worse. So that landed him a trip to the OR to fix the bleeding. There was a very large hematoma and blood clot in his large intestine from the bleeding. The Drs were able to remove most of that. They also removed his gall bladder. It wasn't in great shape, and they thought it would probably become infected.

Because of the bleeding, they haven't been letting him eat anything. He only gets IV nutrients. Having food pass through the section of his intestines that were damaged could cause even more problems. In his surgery, the Drs attached part of his small intestine to his stomach. This way, he can eat, and the food will bypass the parts of his large intestine that still need time to heal. I'm sure Adam was happy about that, because if everything goes well, he will be able to eat in 2-3 days, as oppossed to 2-3 weeks.

His surgery went well. Now he is in the Surgery ICU. If he looks good tomorrow, they will move him back to the regular ICU. And if he still looks good the next day, on to a regular hospital floor.

The abdominal bleeding and surgery were a little set-back, but we are hoping after this, he will be well on his way to recovery.

Rachel drove down to SLC today to stay with Adam tonight and tomorrow so my parents can attend Johnny Pat's funeral. Adam is understandably upset he won't be able to go. Our thoughts and prayers are with the Millburgs at this time, and I hope you will continue to keep them in yours as well.

Prayers for Adam

Adam was in a Four-wheeling accident late last night near Rock Springs Wyoming.

This is what we know:

• He was life-flighted to the University of Utah hospital in critical condition
• He has a cracked sternum, broken leg and ankle, and many broken ribs
• He was buckled in, but is black and blue from the harness
• He had some internal abdominal bleeding. They are watching this very closely, and it doesn't seem to be getting worse, which is a good sign.
• He has an NG tube, and a feeding tube, and a neck brace

The good news is his condition has been downgraded to Serious but Stable.

The doctors are still monitoring him very closely for internal bleeding and head trauma. And my mom is calling regularly with updates.

Adams best friend, Johnny Pat Millburg, was killed at the scene of the accident. Please, Please keep the Millburg family and Adam in your prayers.

More updates to come as I get them.

And a special Thank you to Weston Lintz, and my cousin Jeff Atkinson for being with Adam at the hospital in Rock Springs, and for giving him a blessing.

Thank You!!

and Thank You to everyone for your thoughts and prayers and calls (and text messages) of support.

children and snowing

Yesterday I was thinking about a sign my mom used to have hanging in our old house on Zuni. It read someting like:

"Cleaning the house while children are growing

is like shoveling snow while its still snowing."

When I was little, I remember reading the sign and thinking it was funny. It was more of a "haha, I'm a little kid and my mom has to pick up after me. That is so funny," kind of humor. But now I AM the mom. And only a mother can appreciate the true sentiments of that statement.

I think I'll embroider this saying onto a dish towel. Or maybe make some snazy post it notes. Or perhaps I should laminate a giant sign to hang in my living room to excuse myself when company comes, and the living room is strewn with everything and anything two little, one-year-old hands can reach. (which often includes toys, blankets, unmentionables retrieved from the garbage can, dog food, shoes, pots and pans.....use your imagination. You will find it on my floor.) Yes, I think a sign for company would be a good idea. When people walk in, I'll simply point to the sign. Enough said. No more explanation needed. I have a child.

Or maybe just a sign for myself to look at. Everyday. Every minute of Every day. To remind MYSELF its okay. Okay my living room (or kitchen, or bedroom, or....) may not look pristine. Far Far Far from pristine.

In any case, I don't think I will be forgetting that little saying anytime soon.

Yesterday was my "catch-up" day. The last couple weeks I have been really busy in the shop. Lots of blankets and special item requests. Apparrently the general population is much more diligent about completing their Christmas shopping than I am.

Anyway...

My poor little house has suffered. I'm certain my husband thought my hind quarters had become permanately attached to my sewing chair. And because of that, my "pick up a little every day" policy was rarely enfored. (ahem.....I mean, never enforced.) And my sweet husband didn't complain. (much).

Anyway...

Yesterday was my self-proclaimed day to get everything in order. No sewing. No crafting. No blogging. Just cleaning, feeding, laundry, cooking, and official "house wife" stuff. I got an early start, beginning in the kitchen and with the dishes, and working my way room to room. I made sure to vacuum before Miles went down for his nap, so I could mop while he was sleeping. And that's just what I did.

I had just finished putting everything away in Miles' room, and started on the laundry. I became slightly concerned when I heard squeals of delight and laughter coming from my son. What on earth was he doing in his newly cleaned room? Well, opening the drawers and pulling every item, one at a time, out of them. Then throwing them all over. Seriously. ALL over. ALL his clothes. ALL his bibs. ALL his old burpcloths. Socks. Books. Diapers (both clean and dirty). It might as well have looked like this.

Perhaps I am exaggerating. Just a little.

So back to work I went. Once I had his room cleaned again, I noticed the "M" that spells his name on the wall had fallen down. I pulled the crib out, got the letter, and set it aside when I saw the treasures Miles had dropped behind his bed. When Miles picked up the "M", I wasn't worried. It's wood. What could he do? As I was wedging myself between the wall and the crib, digging out the forgotten toys, I heard an unmistakeable "SNAP"! What could he do? Well, he COULD stick the M through the slats on his crib. And he COULD turn the M into a wierd position. And he COULD try to get the M out of his crib. And he COULD snap the M in half while trying frantically to retrieve it. That's what he could do. And then he COULD laugh out loud at mom when he sees the look on her face. Apparrently a block of wood is no match for my one year old.

And later, when I took a break after folding 4 loads of laundry to use the powder room, before putting the clothes away, Miles had a grand old time unfolding and throwing around every article that was on the couch.

All 4 loads worth.

After cleaning all day, my house doesn't look that much better. The lunch Miles refused to eat and instead, threw all over the kitchen floor i had just mopped, is still there. There are loads and loads of clean clothes all over the living room, a messy again playroom, some broken wood, and now.....a headache.

It's true what they say.

About cleaning and children and snow.

But the truth is...I have always loved snowstorms. If I had to choose, take 'em or leave 'em, I would take them every time.

Such is the life of a mother. And in all honesty, if i had to "take it or leave it",

I would take it every time.

Red Letter Days and Neglect

In our family, we celebrate something called "Red Letter Days".

What is a red letter day? Well, I will tell you.

A red letter day is realy any day that may be special to a particular person. A birthday, a graduation, a piano recital, a dental cleaning with no cavities.....you name it. It is a red letter day. My mom started celebrating red letter days with us, or perhaps I should say for us, when we were young. It was new. It was exciting. It was fun.

You see, as a mother, sometimes you have to be creative. You are constantly thinking of things to entertain your children. And ways to make each and every one of them feel special. One day my mom was shopping in Evanston, and came across a little something that caught her eye. It wasn't fancy. And it wasn't expensive. What it WAS.......was RED. A solid red and plastic mug, cereal (or soup) bowl, and a plate. One bright red serving set. It was perfect.

And the red letter day was born.

From that day on, everyone celebrated their special days by eating and drinking from that distinctive dinnerware. Lost a tooth? Well, I'll be....you should eat your breakfast on the red letter day plate! Memorized the Gettysburg address? How about some soup in your red letter day bowl! Sometimes I feel remorseful, whishing I would have remembered to bring my special red set to my wedding dinner, or to sip my hot chocolate the morning after Miles was born. Those were red letter days if ever I deserved one.

In any case, Miles celebrated his first Red Letter Day in Evanston on his Birthday. And suddenly I inherited those nostalgic plates from my youth. They are in my cupboard. And one of us uses them almost every day. For now, atleast. But its because I simply feel like everyday is a special day. Everyday I wake up to a roof over my head. Hooray! Let's have breakfast in the bright red bowl! And to a wonderful husband, and pinch his cheeks he's so cute I can't stand it little boy. (insert another word for Hooray here...I just can't think of any) But we better eat dinner on the special red plate! And we have families who love us, and cars to drive, and jobs to go to, and enough money to meet our needs (albeit from student loans), and caring friends, and the list could go on forever. We have so much to be grateful for. So much to be Thankful for. And so, everyday is red letter to me.

A couple of my family members recently celebrated their own red letter days, and may have felt slightly neglected when I didn't mention it. I didn't mention HERE, I should say. So,

Happy Birthday MOM!! If any of you know my mom, you know she is pretty great.

Here's why:

1. She instigated "red letter day", of course
2. She taught us to ski at the local ski slope in Evanston, so she could spend time with us, doing something we would WANT to do on the weekends.
3. Because she is WAYYYY cooler than HER mom ever was. (Or so she has been telling me for as long as I can remember)
4. Our house was always the play house. We basically had an open door policy. Which often meant she was up late, cleaning up the mess when we were tucked in bed
5. Because she tucked us in bed. And would climb into bed with us (each one of us!) almost every night to snuggle.
6. And she took us places. Lots of places. All by herself. Just her and her 4 kids. We went to Jackson Hole, we went skiing in Park City. We went to Hogle Zoo and stayed and Little America for Spring Break. And at night, when we would all cry and say "I want my DAAAAAADDDDDDDDD," she didn't strangle us. And then she would take us somewhere fun again.
7. Even as we got older, she took us places. It was always my mom who drove me and my friends to State Dance Team competition every year. Or Cowboy Shoot Out. Or the haunted house in SLC. Or the Boys 2 Men concert. I could go on forever.
8. I know the difference between lay and lie, as well as done and finished. And I can use them in a grammatically correct sentence. And I know when to use I or Me correctly in a sentence or conversation. (you don't always use "I" people!)
9. And she woke up every morning bright and early for nearly 12 years to either practice the piano with me, or take me to piano lessons. And to make sure we had a good, homemade breakfast before we went.
10. And in college, when I wanted to major in Lab Science, she said "Oh...you will be GREAT at that!" And she supported me. And two years later when I said "I hate Science! I'm changing my major to Education!" she said "Oh...you will be GREAT at that!", and she supported me. And later that year when I said "I am changing my major to Child and Family Studies" She said....you get the idea. And finally, after 3 years, I changed my major BACK to Science she said, "you are so smart...you were always GREAT at science!" What a trooper.
11. And when we told her that her lifelong dream of becoming a grandma was coming true, she cried. Then she made us swear we weren't teasing her, because that would be really mean. And then she cried a little bit more.
12. And when Miles was born just after midnight, she made it to the hospital to be with us by noon the next day. And she stayed for almost two weeks, and took care of Miles, and took care of me.
13. And she still answers the phone when I call her almost every day.
14. And she taught me how to be a great mom

I could go ON, and ON, and ON. Yes...I'm sure if I just follow my mom, and do what she does, I will be WELL on my way to becoming what some would call an "elect lady."

Happy Red Letter Day Mom!! We love you!

Thanksgiving x2

Happy Thanksgiving! We had a good one here. So I thought I would share how we did it.

How to cook Thanksgiving Dinner for 2:

Before the big day:
1. Plan your menu. Go to the store. Remember....the freezer section is your friend.
2. Take the (frozen) items you bought and put them in your freezer at home.

On the big day:
3. Take out the Rhodes rolls to thaw
4. Bake Frozen Pumpkin pie
5. Bake frozen turkey breast (remember to remove frozen gravy packet first)
6. Bake now thawed rhodes rolls
7. Steam frozen vegetables
8. Pour Box of stuffing into boiling water. Wait for 5 minutes. Put in nice bowl.
9. Thaw frozen gravy that came with turkey.
10. Make home-made mashed potatoes. Really...it's the least you could do.

Put everything on the table at Noon. Open your bottle of sparkeling cider and toast to a delicious meal, you hardly had to work to prepare. Oh yeah...and to family and blessings and stuff like that. :)

Eat food. You will probably be finished by 12:15

Throw away (okay...recycle) the one time use aluminum roasting pan, put your 2 plates and silverware in the dishwasher, put left over food in the fridge.

Then curl up on the couch, put on Shrek 2, and take a long and well deserved afternoon nap.

When you wake up, Eat your Pumpkin Pie.

Can you say...P-E-R-F-E-C-T??!!

I'd invite you, but dinner for 2+ might not be so easy. Unless, ofcourse, you bring all the food.

Mourning

I never thought I would be writing this....

But it is OVER!

Things were good once. Between us. Everyone could see how happy you made me. We were almost inseperable, you and me. Spending lazy afternoon days at the park watching the clouds roll by. and sometimes we just stayed in. It didn't matter. We were together. And it was perfect.

You taught me to look closer. To see how lucky I am. To see the beauty I am surrounded by everyday. I learned so much from you.

But then it all changed. Then YOU changed. With one click of a button, you were gone. Broken forever.

I know....I'm suppossed to say, "It's not you, it's me." But truthfully, it IS you! It is ALL you. You abandoned me when I needed you most. I gave you everything you ever needed. And I was patient. I tried everything I could think of to get you back. But you just can't expect me to wait around forever. After all...a girl has needs!


Yes in deed...I'm moving on. And moving up.

But I'm sorry. I truly am.....sorry that your image sensor mirror thingamadoodad chip is broken. And I'm sorry I can't get you a new one.

My hands are tied.

So, to you, my tried and true, good ole' Nikon D50.....I bid you adieu.

And say hellooooooooooooooooooo to the new love in my life. (well...it WILL be after "Black Friday")

With my husband's blessing...(well, sort of) I'll buy this baby the day after Thanksgiving.

I certainly am one lucky girl. :)

I'm funny

I just want to laugh.

Ha Ha Ha!

What was I thinking?! A WHOLE week of catching up with my blogging desires?

I just want to laugh! Sometimes I am so funny. And I say funny things.

Next time, try not to believe me.

Farming-unedited

Day 2:
Tolmachoff Farms

As promised, one of the fall activities I haven't mentioned was our visit to Tolmachoff Farms. It's the last hold-out from urbanization left in our area. This farm is literally right in the middle of a big housing development.

Miles did fun things with his friends Livy and Sophie Tranchell, like sliding in a train

There was a petting farm, and Miles wasn't too sure about it. But he warmed up to the animals.

Here he is psyching himself up...

ALMOST there....

And then horse tries to eat Miles' face.

He wasn't excited about the petting part of the petting zoo after that.

Mom, trying to show Miles that not all animals will eat your face.

Looking, and not touching Wilbur, here.

Just me and the little guy, mugging it up. We were just happy to be out of the darn corn maze.

Our friends, Livy, Nate, Sophie, and Tiffany Tranchell

Lost in the previously mentioned corn maze. We chose the "family" maze, thinking it would be easier. The object was to find the four mailboxes hidden in the maze. Each mailbox contained a picture of a portion of the maze. Once you collected all four pieces, you could find your way out.

Or So They Said!

It was suppossed to take around 30 minutes.

But what do those maze people know anyway? After finding mailbox 2,3, and 4, and walking around for nearly an hour to get #1, we gave up. Exited through the entrance, and never looked back.

Miles hitching a ride.

And it would only be fair if I mentioned the weather here when we went to the corn maze was almost too HOT! After almost 4 years here, I am still surprised when I feel too hot at the pumpkin farm, and when I call home for the week, my mom says it snowed.

I think I may actually miss this place when we leave next year.

and thanks again Tranchells, for one of many fun outings.

Tomorrow: Mourning, Crafts, and Babies

Dads and Golf and Honorable Intentions

I've been talking to my mom. And she says she keeps waiting, and watching, but I haven't updated for a little while.

I know mom, I know.

I have so many stories to tell. And so many pictures to share of my little boy. And, believe it or not, I actually have a few of my OWN thoughts and ideas I wouldn't mind writing down.

But life happens, and giving Miles kisses all day, or reading "Touch and Feel Animal Farm", or practicing my hair spiking skills so my little guy looks handsome, seems to take priority.

I have honorable intentions. Infact, I sat down two nights ago to honor those intentions at last.

I spent an hour and half uploading, and writing, and laughing (at my own witty jokes) and the final result was BRILLIANT I say....Brilliant.

And when I left the blogger page to find some other pictures, and blogger warned me that if I DID leave, my work was unsaved and I would loose it, and when I thought "Oh, what does blogger know anyway.....", and when I left my blogger page, and when my unsaved work really WAS deleted.....

Well, I just didn't have the heart to start over. Turns out my posts, on occassion can be brilliant (in my own, humble opinion ofcourse), but I, myself, am not.

So I'm just going to erase that incident from my memory and start over. And in honor of that new clean slate, and my intentions...This Whole Week (what's left of it anyway) will be dedicated to catching up with my blogging desires.

So Today: Dads and Golf

Two days ago (on Monday, the 3rd) was my Dad's birthday. And for those of you who don't know him, he's pretty darn great. Even though he did scare me, as a little girl, with his monster masks, I still love him.

Why do I love my dad? Well, for instance:

1. He supported me in and footed the bill for piano lessons for nearly 15 years!! (sorry I never learned to site-read, dad!)
2. He told me his horse Blaze, was really MY horse, because he bought him the same year I was born. And I believed it until I was about 16.
3. He always kept me looking good in Wranglers, Boots, and those awesome snap up cowgirl shirts.
4. When I got sick, he always came home for lunch with popscicles, treats, and those fun paper doll books they used to make.
5. He paid for me to go to Basketball camp. (Seriously! I went to basketball camp) And he didn't even laugh at me when I told him I wanted to go. That must have been really hard.
6. And speaking of Basketball, I think he came to almost all of my Junior Jazz Basketball games. (yes. I played Junior Jazz. for TWO Years! I know...I just rocked your world.)
7. And he always taught me really fun songs to sing about swimming with bare-naked women. (If you must know, I'll e-mail you the lyrics.) :)
8. I have all kinds of funny sayings and come-backs I always take credit for, even though I stole them from him.
9. He didn't strangle me when he took me car shopping about 5 times, and offered to buy me probably 20 cars, but I thought they were all "ugly".
10. Because he got teary-eyed when we told him he would be getting his first grand child
11. And because he took time off of work (something he NEVER does) to come and stay with us when the baby came. And he helped take care of me when I got sick, and helped take care of Miles, because I couldn't.

So Thanks Dad! You're the best, we love you, and we couldn't have made it through these last few years without you!

Love ya!

Oh...and did I mention my dad loves golf? Well he does. And so do I. At least I love Tiger Woods anyway. I was determined as a teen I would marry him someday. That one didn't work out for me, but Mike and I decided it would be pretty swell if Miles became a professional golfer.

So we decided to start early.

We celebrated a pretty Low-key Halloween. But the highlight? The Costume, ofcourse!



Why do I love Miles' costume?

I'll tell you.

1. I love the look on complete stranger's faces when they see it. They point, and smile, and say "look at that little boy...he's so CUTE!" And of course I love it.
2. And then these complete strangers abandon their own costume clad children to come and tell me just how cute he is. And of course, I love it.
3. And it comes with its own little set of stuffed golf clubs, which Miles carries around with him everywhere.
4. One word. Knickers
5. And because he actually kept that hat on almost all night.
6. It makes me smile
7. And He makes me smile
8. And because I bought it on Clearance at a Halloween store for $7
   
   

We went to a Halloween carnival at Mike's school. We were too late for the trick-0r-treating, but Miles didn't care. He discovered the balloons, and was in heaven.

Abbie the pirate, Miles the golfer, and Sophie the angel aren't exactly keen on standing still these days. This is about as good as it gets photography wise, when you're working with 3 one year olds.

After the carnival we went to dinner with our friends, and then just went home. We took Miles to the neighbors to show him off a little, where he received his first, and only, halloween treat.

A Tangerine dum-dum

He ate it all. And then he ate part of the paper stick it came on.


If anyone sees a two-year-old sized golfer costume for next year, let me know. :)

And tomorrow? We'll catch up on Traditional Fall Activities

Just sending out a big cyber "fist-bump" to my man Obama.

Here's looking forward to the next 4 years.

Glass half full

Yesterday, Miles was having some "digestive issues." So, to help things along, (so to speak), I gave him prunes with his lunch.

This morning as I pulled Miles out of his crip, I COMPLETELY regretted that decision.

He happened to have the biggest, wettest, stinkiest, dirtiest, grossest diaper I have yet to encounter. And I was less than thrilled to take care of it.

But when everything was over, and Miles was clean and dry, I realized I was looking at this situation from entirely the wrong light.

The diaper performed perfectly.

And everything stayed "in", exactly where it was suppossed to.

And if that's not reason enough to count my blessings, I don't know what is.

Do you wanna play?

Sucker - def. Slang. to make a sucker of; fool; hoodwink: another person suckered by a con artist

While I can be *slightly* gullible on occassion, I certainly wouldn't consider myself a sucker. Nor do I believe I am a fool, or easily hoodwinked. And I most definitely have never fallen for a scam.

But if you asked my husband about the "as seen on TV" items I have purchased, like the green bags that claim to keep your produce fresher longer, or the microwaveable bacon cooker, or even the rotating tupperware dispenser, he would most assuredly disagree with me.

(***in my defense, none of these products were purchased while watching info-mercials on late night TV.***)

But every year, I buy into something I am almost ashamed to admit.

For a few weeks every year, I readily throw away my money, and some would argue, put my health in jeopardy.

But why? Why do I do this?

Because Monopoly is

SO MUCH FUN!

Blast those McDonalds Marketing Execs.

It's Genius I tell you!

There's just something about peeling off those stickers and playing on-line (TWO chances to WIN!) that I just can't resist.

I know I won't win.

I mean, I know I won't win anything BIG. But inevitably, I win a small french fry, or even better, a McFlurry (M&M please!), making it, in my mind, SOOOOO worth it.

And when I go to redeem my free ice cream, I might as well order a chicken sandwich meal with a large fry and diet coke too, right? Afterall, I SHOULD eat dinner before my dessert. (And, I get 9 more stickers to peel off!)

And then I win another McFlurry.....and it starts all over again.

So, until November 3rd, when McDonalds Monopoly is over, I'll admit it. I'm a sucker. Go ahead and call me a fool. You get a free pass.

But when I peel off my Boardwalk sticker and win a million bucks....well......

I won't be sharing. :)

"one" day: Part 1

Hey everybody.....Remember THIS???

As a mother (or any parent, really), how do you even begin to describe such an occassion? As in, the moment your life was completely turned upside down. How do you describe the undescribable? I guess the answer is, you don't. Atleast *I* don't. I don't even know where to start.

Just over a year ago, my sweet little boy came into my life, and changed it forever. I have been reminiscing and watching this little video of our first moments together. Just after he was all bundled up and placed in my arms.



And seeing this in hindsight, well....I have to admit. There were a few things that surprised me.

First....Is my hair REALLY that dark? I had no idea!

And second....why in the world do they make hospital gowns so ugly? Knowing cadrillions of pictures are going to be snapped of new moms holding beautiful babies in those horrible things.

Seriously.

But one thing became glaringly obvious to me as I watched and re-watched this short clip. The moment Miles was placed in my arms was nothing like I expected. It's true, I had MANY pre-conceived notions of exactly how that moment would go. After months and months (9 to be exact) of watching "A Baby Story", "House of Babies", "Runway Moms", and Countless others. (My Tivo nearly filled right up with pregnant mom birthing babies shows.) I still have it all memorized. What I thought would happen.

Mom and Dad rush to the hospital
They have a baby

The Dr. says "It's a .....fill in the blank here." Even though the parents already filled in that blank.....like, atleast 5 months ago. It's no surprise, but everyone shrieks with delight.

Dad cuts cord

Docs and nurses clean baby up

Swaddle the little munchkin

Place in mom's arms

cue the tears......

and roll the credits.

If you've seen them, you know its true. And while my experience was VERY similiar, there was just one teensy tiny thing missing when they placed Miles in my arms.

Where was the EMOTION I had come to expect? Obviously, I was thrilled. And of course a little tired. But watching the video, I was comletely unprepared for my indisputable dry eyes.

In my defense, it all happened SO fast, I barely had time to process the whole thing before they plopped him down in my lap.

But truthfully, I think it was because:

I had

NO IDEA WHAT I WAS GETTING INTO!

Now though.....NOW.....I know.

And lack of tears are never a problem.

Just open up the flood gates folks, because here they come.

I had no idea then that the year to follow would be the best of my life. That if you asked me today, I would have to tell you it couldn't possibly get any better than this.

And that when I write about Miles, I cry.

When I think about him, I cry.

When I even think about thinking about him, I cry.

When I sneak into his room in the middle of the night because he is so darn cute and I can't imagine going a whole night without seeing him, I cry.

When I look through old pictures and see him getting so big already, I cry.

And when I realize the last year FLEW by, and I know the next ones will too..... you get the idea. I cry. I cry. I cry.

I can't help it. I don't ever think it will stop.

And there are more than tears. There are plenty of worries.

Am I teaching him enough? Did he eat enough vegetables today? If I buy regular whole milk instead of organic whole milk, am I going to ruin his life? Do I read to him enough? Should he be saying his animal sounds by now? Did I close the gate to the kitchen so he can't eat the dog food? He ate the dog food....how bad is that exactly?

The worrying never stops.

But neither do the lion growls. Or the screeches of delight chasing Marlee around the living room. Or the Peekaboos, or the So-bigs. Or the smiles, or the chuckles, or the laughter.

Yes....I'm a pretty lucky girl.

And I sure love my Smiley Miley

***end of Mushyness***

***drying eyes***

***and moving on***

We celebrated Miles' first birthday twice. Once in Evanston while I was visiting, and once in Phoenix with our friends. And we have plenty of pictures. Here are just a few.

Evanston Birthday

The cake for Everyone.

The cake for Miles

Sure love that Grandma Great

And that Papa....who is also pretty Great

Huh??? all this cake is for ME???

First Taste

Lots of tastes

My favorite part is the frosting....Just like Mom

More to come:

Phoenix Birthday, presents, cards, and fun activities since the big day. Stay tuned for part 2.

Hairs

SOMEONE got his hairs cut today. And I had no idea how sentimental I would feel about losing his long locks. This wasn't his first hair cut. It was his third hair cut. But it's short now. Really short. And I love it, but I miss it. I was giving Miles his bottle tonight before bed, and I went to tuck his hair behind his ear...and well.....there was none to tuck. And I tried running my fingers over his forehead to part his hair to the side, but there was none to part.

I was the one pushing for the trim. He WAS looking pretty shaggy. But I admit, I am having a little "cutters remorse." I think we'll definitely grow it back. :)


Here he is Before



and HERE he is AFTER:

What a cutie!

Loving the slide

My 2 Handsomest men (both with short hair.) I can't even believe it.

Mike with his "mini-me"

And a rare picture of Miles and mom.

Alright Little Guy....I'll admit it. I do miss your shaggy self. Your new short 'do definitely makes you look more grown up......and THAT's the part I'm not too excited about. Just stop it already! I'm not quite ready to let go of my little baby, so I hope you don't mind, but I think its going to be a LONG while before you get another trim.

Chicks Dig It

It's Been Awhile.

A Long While.

And Now I'm Back.

I have MANY MANY pictures and stories to share.

But we'll start with this.

We went to an amazing park in Anthem this weekend with our friends the Tranchells and the Jensens. And, it just so happens that the Jensen's little girl is 3 weeks older than Miles, and the Tranchell's little girl is 3 weeks younger than Miles.

We brought the Lightning McQueen car we bought Miles for his Birthday. (No...it hasn't technically happened yet. But we had a party. More on that later)

And THIS is what happened when he started riding it around.

Apparrently....when it comes to cute guys and hot cars....at any age.....Chicks Dig It!

You can tell, Miles is loving it. Oh brother......I'm in trouble.

For Daddy, who we miss and love

Hi Dad. I told mom to post these cute pictures of me so you wouldn't miss me so much. Don't worry....she hasn't cut my hair yet, even though I look like a ragamuffin, and really really need a little trim.

this is me and Grandma enjoying the warm weather in St. George. She took me for a ride on Grandpa's golf cart, and I fell right to sleep.

Just hanging out with Grandma Great. She is funny and makes me laugh.

Just lookin super cute in my stroller and sun hat. Thanks mom for keeping me in the shade!

I went to the zoo! My favorite part was the bird show. I tried to find the lions, but they were all sleeping in the grass.

At Bear Lake. It was so cold! You can't tell from the picture, but this was the first time all day mom let me out of my sweatshirt. And it was right before we left.

And THIS is my new cheese face I love flashing any chance I get.

Everyone still calls me Smiley Miley.....but sometimes I like trick mom and do exactly the opposite.






But don't worry....I always go back to Smiley Miley.

And I just thought you should know my new favorite thing to do is climb into the bath tub and play with my bath toys. Don't worry...there's no water. But mom lets me play and play in the morning while she is getting ready. She calls it a "win-win". Whatever that means.

Okay Dad....I hoped you liked my pictures. I miss you and so does mom, and we can't wait to see you in a few more weeks. Love ya!