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!