The Dream Factory Auction

They say once you help with a dream, you will be addicted. I was, I am.

I volunteer with a charity called The Dream Factory and they grant dreams to critically and chronically ill kids. This weekend they are having an auction with some amazing things that people have donated and ALL of the money goes to granting dreams.

Go check out the website and get a great gift while helping grant a dream. http://www.dreamfactoryincuta.org/ and then tell everyone you know:) I promise you will feel warm and fuzzy!

A Pirates Life For Me 2

Happy Halloween!

Happy Birthday Freddy

My baby is two!

How did that happen so fast?

So what makes up "Freddyness" at age two -

Sweetness

Happiness

Chubby Cheekness

Contaigious Laughness

Smooth Dance Movesness

Scooterness

Candy Hoggerness
Pureness

I love that each day when I go to get Freddy from his crib, he allows me a good five minutes to eat his cheeks and smoother him with kisses and loves. I could squeeze him all day. He always puts a smile on my face and makes everything all better!

I love you Freddy - HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Freddy How old are you?

A Pirates Life For Me!

It has been too long - far too long. Five years since we have all been together. Yeah, we have each seen one another here or there when our paths crossed, but it has been a long five years since we have all been together for some quality time. (Germany is a stinkin long way away!)

But the funny thing is, while we were pirating our way down the Truckee, it felt like no time had passed at all. Our friendship and connection ran as deep as it always has, unaltered by distance or time.

As I was thinking about the much needed weekend I spent with my pirate gang - I realized that these girls have been there, for all of the important parts of over half my life. I feel lucky to have a crew like this. Impressive, the whole lot of them!

And so it will always be - A PIRATES LIFE FOR ME!

Fancy Nancy

I have met her - Fancy Nancy. Actually, I live with her. So when her Big 3 birthday rolled around, I thought - oh yes, a Fancy Nancy Birthday for her. We kept the occasion small, for her it was to keep the occasion "intimate" and for me it was to control the chaos.

The girls donned crowns, boas, and beads and the boys had crowns and bubble wands. We read Fancy Nancy stories and played in the bounce house. We kept seven balloons in the air and chased bubbles. We ate fancy cupcakes and mini muffins. We spun around and played ring around the rosies. We all laughed and I think I may have had more fun than the kids.

It reminded me how fun it is to block out an hour or two of the day, just for play.

Crazy #3 enjoyed every minute. She is an amazing, sweet, fancy girl and I love squeezing her everyday. Her job in the family is the head of the "smiles and sunshine" committee. She wants to dance everyday and only likes to wear dresses so she can spin, of course. Her favorite movies are the princess movies and top of the list is Enchanted (who can blame her). She is a believer.

All in all an exceptional day (that's a fancy word for great)!

Happy Birthday Fancy Nancy!

Re-entry

I have been trying to think of something really good to post about for my "Re-Entry" to blogging, alas I have nothing and trying to make something out of nothing is harder than one would originally suspect.


So, especially for Jared (who loves the kids stories), I think I will update my daily funnies.


DAILY FUNNY
I was in the preparation stages for a date with Sanity:

Crazy #3 runs into the room,"Mom - come here!" (said with urgency)

Mom: "What is it?"

Crazy #3: "Just come here!"

She then leads me to my closet and pulls out a high pair of glittery heels that I wore once upon a date with Sanity to a formal work party of his. With the biggest brown eyes you have ever seen, Crazy #3 says,"Mom, I found you princess shoes. Put these on and you will be able to dance with your prince, Dad"

Followed with the biggest smile you have ever seen!!

Crazy #1: "Mom are we under attack #12?"

Mom: "What do you mean?"

Crazy #1: " Well my friend told me the United States is under attack #12, which is like the worst attack ever, and it means we are all going to loose our homes."

Interesting the things our kids come home from school with:)




While at a friends house, a cute little girl asked Crazy #3 how to spell her name.

Crazy #3 confidently replies," Oh yeah, it's 4,5,6,7,8"

Where have I been?

I have one word for you - MOVING. That's right folks we have done it again. It was just down the street, we found a great place and for numerous reasons (not one of which I can now remember as good enough to warrant moving again - ask me in a month and I am sure that we will be happily entrenched in life again) decided to make the move. Why is it that moving seems like childbirth, the pain of it seems to fade with time- I am currently, vividly remembering what it takes to move with four kids. The problem with moving is that you can only check out of life for so long before it just starts happening around the boxes, unpacked or not.


Actually, we really love where we have landed. We are just a neighborhood over from the last house. The kids' friends are really close and on Saturday, I lost my two oldest to the neighborhood. They ran with a group of kids from one house to the next and loved every minute of it.



That is the way it should be.

A Mouthfull

This past week was quite a week for the teeth in this Crazy House. Memorable because within one week we logged:


3 cleanings

2 cavities

First set of braces

First lost tooth for Crazy #2

Second lost tooth for Crazy #2 - that's right, he liked the money from the first lost tooth so much he thought it might be a good way to earn money. The next day he worked on the semi wiggly tooth next the the first lost one until it finally relented and came out. We are hoping that the rest hold firm.

(Pics to come)

Halloween

A few shoots of the Crew at Halloween

A BYU Soccer Player

A Skeleton

A Princess

A Farmer and her Chicken

Carving Pumpkins

I am a little behind on the blogging, so allow me to digress for a moment.

The great pumpkin carving. This has always been one of my favs - I have always loved pulling the gooey mess out of the pumpkin. It feels so weird. How is it that not one of my kids enjoys the same thing (look how happy Crazy #2 looks about putting his hand in there for the picture). As much as I tried, they could not see the joy in it - and I ended up pulling out pumpkin guts for all. Oh well - more for me:)

Daily Funny:

Crazy #2 - "Mom, why are we killing these pumpkins?"

Happiness on a Stick

Seriously - Carmel, surrounded by white chocolate, dipped in cinnamon sugar. This was a slice of heaven. And even though I know I probably should have, I didn't share any of it - unless you count the little nibble mysteriously taken out of the side while I wasn't around. I am partial to apple anything (cobbler, pie, ect.), but when it comes to carmel apples I count myself as somewhat of a connoisseur. I have made the drive from Reno to Truckee just to pick one up. There is this old candy shop on Main Street and they know how to do a good carmel apple - now that I think of it, ironically the old candy shop is the place where I first told Mr. Sanity that I loved him. Good times, good times.

The things I have been learning

So I am just finishing up a two week stint during which my husband has been traveling for business. While he has been gone there have been many adventures and I have learned many things, just a few of which are:



Cell phones are very handy when stuck on the side of the Freeway with two sleeping kids in a down pour.



Emerson is HIGHLY ( I mean eppy pen, "Hitch" like) allergic to bunnies.



When Reed says that he is sick, he probably means it - not a good idea to take him into the grocery store with all four kids where he could, say, puke all over the candy isle (bringing a new meaning to clean up on Isle 3).



Cell phone batteries must remain full at all times. You would never want to get stuck on the side of the Freeway (again) with all four kids in their pajamas with NO cell phone battery.





I love my husband now, today, more than I ever have before.





I love the support he gives me, even when he is miles away.





I am not ashamed, not one bit, to make an airport scene :)





I've missed him!!!

Kicked Out - Seriously?!

So Thursday night my friend Tricia (I know- we both turn around all the time when someone is talking to one of us) and I decided to take the kids for a night out. We went down to Provo and went on the Halloween Cruise which was cute (I'm not sure that is exactly what you want out of a HALLOWEEN Cruise, but what are you going to do.) We saw lots of lighted pumpkins as we cruised up and down a small stretch of the Provo River and then were boarded by a Pirate who handed out candy and heard Halloween stories. Albeit short, the kids really liked it.

After our adventure, we headed up to the BYU creamery on 9th for some good eats. We all picked our pleasure (root beer freeze being my current obsession), added some fries and fry sauce for good measure and sat down to enjoy . So, the kids were sitting at there own table and being somewhat "goofy", as kids will. We were happily visiting, when a cute and somewhat timid BYU Creamery Employee approached the table (She must have drawn the short straw in the back).

"We have had a few complaints about the behavior of the kids............Could you quiet them down or..............(she never really finished the sentence, but she didn't have to)". I was in shock- I have never been asked to leave anywhere!

First of all, we were in Cougar Town - the land of the large family where kids freely roam.

Second, its BYU- it seemed to me a moral contradiction.

Third, the family in the booth next to where Crazy #3 an her prince Porter were jumping off the edge really needed some livening up anyway :)

Forth, what do they expect out of 7 children under the age of 7 who THEY just knowingly sold sugary delights and are way past a reasonable bed time? If they have a problem with the behavior, they should not serve minors after a certain hour - take some responsibility - HELLO!!

Fifth, it seems to me that it could have been viewed as free entertainment and who in Utah County doesn't love FREE entertainment? (I can safely say that because I am a resident)

Could it be that my motherly tolerance has actually reached an normal humans intolerable level? Na - we'll just be chalkin that one up as a fluke:)

Crazy Hair Day

We were made for Crazy Hair Day! Luckily Crazy #1 let me go to work on her hair - we went for a green "Cindy Lew Hew" look. Interestingly enough Crazy #2 doesn't like Crazy Hair day? Really! I wasn't sure what to do with that, but in the spirit of letting the kids be themselves - let him go to school as is. (Does anyone know how to turn pictures?)

Daily Funny:

Crazy #3 is sitting behind me in the car and I hear her talking in an ever so sweet, high voice saying:

"Binky - Where are you? Where are you Binky? I need you in my mouth!"

PS - Katie - where are you? SO good to hear from you!! Congrats on Baby #2. Girl or Boy?

Go Cougs!

There is nothing quite like Cougar Football in the fall! I love it - not so much the football (now don't get me wrong, the cougs are near and dear), but the crisp fall weather, the changing leaves on Y mountain, the good company ( I married into the season tickets which the Dayton boys have had since they were wee ones), and the NACHOS. Nachos just seem to taste better when you have them at a football game, am I right?

I took Crazy 1 with me to the game. While I eat my nachos, she and her cousin comrades try to see how many people they can get to give them "five" while passing our seats.

They are no respecter of persons - they will take anyone who will give them they time of day, the band, the camera crew, the water boys, the press folks, the parents of players, and even those cute "security" people who "hold the line" after the game to prevent anyone from coming on the field.

The total for this game 36.

Go Cougs!

My Village

They say it takes a village to raise a child. And I just have to say - I really like my village.

My village has people who are always checking in on me, who invite me and my crazy crew over to dinner knowing I have had a long day (even though they just had a baby and I should be fixing them dinner), who pull my weeds, who bring by funny books to help me pass the time at night and keep me laughing, who (even though running late themselves) run back into the house to bring Hot Tamales to the movies because they remember that I love them with the movie popcorn.

My village is filled with people who call and schedule fun lunches (and Birthday dinners), who care, who leave incredible Boo baskets on your front door (which just happened to brighten the worst day I have had in a long time!!), who offer to watch the kids so often that I can't refuse, who randomly drop off brownies and cookies, who seem to call at just the right time.

My village is full of people who are constantly taking care of each other, who are thoughtful, who I know I can count on and who I wouldn't want to live without!!

I feel VERY grateful for you ( you know who you are)!!

The Art of Weeny Roasting

Not an art you say - anyone who has had a warm on the outside, cold in the middle, ash coated dog may disagree. Last night we joined the fam at Grandpas Ranch for a little Harvest Party, which included fun like picking pumpkins, digging for carrots and potatoes, a little lesson on the law of the harvest and none other than roasting dogs for dinner (which prompted the thoughts on the art of the weeny roast).

Now I think it all begins with choosing the right roasting tool. You have to get just the right length stick- long enough that you don't singe the eyebrows or burn the face while turning the dog and short enough that you maintain control during turning (as to avoid a dip in the oh so tasty ash).

Next comes placement. You have to find the sweet spot in the fire - you know the one - where the coals are nice and hot and there is enough space to get the whole dog in, so you don't cook just the end (makes for a cold last half of dinner).

Then comes the "Turn". I find that continual turnage is best, but killer on the wrist. Resting for no longer than 5-8 seconds in any one position works well too.

When the dog has reached just the right shade of brown, you will know that you have achieved roasting perfection!! Congratulations!!

A few Pictures of the Harvest Party:

Who knew that carrots actually look like this- I thought they only came in baby carrot size!!

A Little FHE on the Law of the Harvest

The Crew

DAILY FUNNY

After climbing into the back of the car via the front seat - leaving the front passenger door WIDE open:

Mom: "Hey Crazy 3, can you shut the door?"
Crazy 3: "Leave it open. "
Mom: "How are we going to go like that?"
Crazy 3: "Fly."
Mom: "Fly?"
Crazy 3: (Completely serious) "Yeah - open your door and use the wings."

I'll give him points for creativity!!

Tagged

OK - so this is a first for me. My friend Sunny (linked for verification purposed - Rachel) tagged me. So I will attempt to do it justice

7 THINGS ABOUT ME

7 Things that attract me to the opposite sex

1. An easy smile
2. Snow ski - I mean really ski!!
3. A love for the outdoors
4. GREAT sense of humor (that I get)
5. Good listener
6. GREAT DAD
7. Chris Dayton

7 of my Favorite Foods

1. My Mom's spaghetti sauce
2. Chips and Salsa ( particularly Chili's chips and salsa)
3. A good Cesar salad
4. Nachos at a Football/Baseball Game (yes- they are not as good unless you are at a game)
5. Olive garden Alfredo anything
6. Fresh rolls and Bear Lake Raspberry Jam
7. Popcorn - normal, kettle, and carmel

7 Things I can not do

1. Dance
2. Keep Rhythm - a small hurdle for my ambitions to play guitar
3. Ride a Unicycle
4. Fold my tongue in that four leaf clover thing
5. Keep Freddy's shirt clean for longer than 2 hours (that has been my record so far)
6. Keep up on the dusting - I am embracing it now that it is Halloween and treating it as part of the decorations for our spooky night.
7. Finish the Earthquake at Swensen's Ice Cream

7 Celebrity's I admire

1. Can't think of one - not one - is that sad - I am taking suggestions. I used to think Lance Armstrong, and although he is pretty rockin' there is that whole bit about him having an affair with his publicist and leaving his adorably sweet and supportive wife. If that turns out to be a total rumor- I would have to consider him.

7 Things I say most often

1. Seriously? as in- Did you seriously just through all the toilet paper in the bath tub on your little sister?
2. Wo
3. Ya
4. Can you hear me now?
5. Hows it goin?
6. You know how much I love you?
7. Lets call Daddy

7 Things I can do

1. Bake Good Chocolate Chip Cookies
2. Turn my feet backwards (although this was more impressive in high school when I was a titch more flexible.)
3. Snowboard
4. Make a killer Hot Chocolate concoction at 7-Eleven
5. Say that I have been to Petra - you know that city carved out of stone in Indiana Jones.
6. Lay on the beach for hours and hours
7. Be a loyal friend

7 Things that I plan to do before I die

1. Go Parasailing - don't tell me you aren't a little curious when you see those guys out there in the morning.
2. Run the Spudman Triathalon - why the Spudman you ask -because the swim is all down stream!!
3. Take Chris back to Ireland
4. Spoil my grand kids
5. Learn to play the guitar- even if it kills me
6. Go on a mission
7. Get my Sonography/Nursing Degree - I am still a bit undecided

I think I will tag Harlene, Becky, and Barb. I totally understand if that is not the way you roll - but I would still love to hear what you ladies have to say!!

Privacy

Crazy #3 had decided it is time to be a big girl and start going in the big girl potty. So, for the majority of the day she has been going Bohemian style. The kicker is that she literally can not go unless she has complete privacy ( a courtesy that she doesn't always like extending to others.)

I had been doing the traditional clapping and getting excited each time she made it and the third time, after she finished she looks at me and says,"don't- don't hug me mom". Could it be that my enthusiasm about the subject is not so appreciated? Come on, what two year old wouldn't be thrilled at the prospect of having to buy diapers for just one instead of two?!

(I just blogged about potty training -sorry, things aren't lookin' good for my career as a blogger:)

DAILY FUNNY

Crazy#2: "Mom, Tyler and Nicole in my class are in love. He sits at the red table and she sits at the yellow table. They switched papers so they are in love."

Mom: "No way- are you in love with anyone?" (enquiring minds want to know)

Crazy #2: "No way!!"

Crazy #3: "Ust kissss um, Weed" (translation - Just Kiss Them Reed- We are going to have to watch out for that one:)