Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Evening with Family

*Day 210*

We got to go over to Matt's dad's tonight to celebrate his birthday with them. The company was great. The food was fabulous. The card game sucked.

When we got home it was past Logan's bedtime. He was supposed to be getting ready for bed quick. Instead he started complaining that his tummy hurt. I said, yeah, of course it does, your too tired to want to get ready for bed. You've played a lot today. Eaten a lot this evening. You just need to go to sleep and you'll be fine. Then I got ready to go to water aerobics. He tells me he want me to stay home. He tells me he feels like he needs to barf. I say, OK, just make sure your in the bathroom. I'm going to aerobics. When my friend came to get me, he was leaning over the toilet in the bathroom whimpering. I told him he would fine when he was in bed, and sent Matt up to tend to the drama queen. Then he barfed. I feel like a really good mom. Poor kid. I wish I was here to get some extra cuddles. I'd cuddle him now, but I'm wet. At least he felt better after the barfed. But, that still doesn't make me feel better.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010


*Day 209*

So, I feel like my life is non stop right now. I just can't keep up. And I am really tired. I haven't had a minute to think about what to blog about today. And, now I'm too tired to think of anything. So, I think I am going to go to bed, try to get some rest. Then, maybe tomorrow I'll have enough brain to write a better post. (And spell some of it right. Thank you spell check!)

Monday, June 28, 2010

Happy Birthday Matt!

*Day 208*

Happy Birthday to my sweet, wonderful husband. I hope you enjoyed your birthday. Thanks for letting it be a family affair. We love you!

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Happy Birthday Naythan!

*Day 207*

In all my hectic week, I forgot all about my nephew, Naythan's, birthday. It's kind of ironic because his mom, my sister Renae, is so on top of birthdays. OK, she's just very organized and is on top of everything. She never misses sending an e-mail or calling on a birthday. But, this post isn't supposed to be about Renae..... It's about how I never should have started wishing people happy birthday on my blog, because this was bound to happen. It's also about apologizing to Naythan for forgetting him, (I promise it won't happen next year!) and saying something nice to make up for it.

Renae was actually pregnant with Naythan while I was pregnant with Logan (for a few months). Logan and Naythan are only six months and one day apart. I went into labor at our family Christmas party and soon after Logan was born the party moved to the hospital. When Renae saw me she had concern on her face. That look that kind of says, what have gotten myself into. (So, I'm noticing that I'm not talking much about Naythan.) My point is that Naythan and Logan are really close in age, so they've always been good friends. They work perfectly together. They get along wonderfully and have fun doing the same things. What can I say about Naythan, he's just a little boy. After having my own little boy for 7 and a half years, I've started to figure out what that means, and I love it. They are energetic, and inquisitive, and they like to play and explore. But they love their moms and dads, and take care of the little kids. I just love that little boys are just little boys. And Naythan is a special little boy. And just like Logan's other cousins, I love that he has a good friend with a good family that will play with him and love my little boy too.

Happy Birthday Naythan!

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Youth Conference

*Day 206*

I had fun at youth Conference, but I am totally worn out from all the going the last few weeks. I'm hoping to get back into the normal routine and maybe get some stuff done for the rest of the summer.

The Youth Conference theme was "Faith equals no fear". Our kids had fun. We did some service projects yesterday before we headed to the mountains. After we set up camp, we competed in some minute to win it games. Then we played volleyball and some other field day games. In the evening, we went on a faith walk. We were blind folded and had to hold onto the rope (aka the iron rod) to guide us through the trees to our destination. Along the way there were people trying to get us to let go of the rope or take the wrong path. Some got led astray, and some held tight and made it all the way. There were some really good lessons in it for the kids. Today the kids did skits, we cleaned up camp and came home. It was nice that we got home a little earlier then planned.

Friday, June 25, 2010

*Day 205*

Off to Youth Conference. Looking forward to being home next weekend to maybe relax. But probably to clean up after being gone so much.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Story Time

*Day 204*

Nothing quite like snuggling up with your little one for story time. Especially when they do the reading.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010


*Day 203*

I'm not a fan of how getting old makes my body feel. Ouch!

Tuesday, June 22, 2010


*Day 202*

Just a normal day.
* Rode our bikes to work in the rain.
* Planted plants and made muffins with the kids at Lynn's.
* Weeded in the garden for a while. I can almost see some of my plants. They are growing, just surrounded by weeds. We have peas, beans, tomatoes, eggplant (I think it might survive), beets, spinach, lettuce, carrots, corn, zucchini, squashes, pumpkins, cantaloupe and peppers.
* Made dinner.
* Went to the grocery store. (Remembered to use my reusable shopping bags.)
* Played Minesweeper with Logan.
* Read your blogs.
* Tried to think of an idea for my blog.
* Thought of nothing.
* Wrote this instead.
* Putting Logan to bed.
* Folding laundry
* Hopefully relaxing
* Cooking beans
* Going to water aerobics
* Sleeping
* Feeling bad that I'm supposed to be posting pictures from my vacations, but too tired to get it done.

Monday, June 21, 2010


*Day 201*

I went to my first water aerobics class tonight. This is how I am going to try to get in shape this summer and give my joints a much needed break while doing it. We'll see how it goes. It's pretty fun. I did get tired at times and felt like I was working. I did, however, notice that I don't feel any more coordinated doing aerobics in the water than I do on the ground.

I ordered my first Bountiful basket. I've heard so many people talking about it. It seems like a great deal, so I had to try it. I won't be in town Saturday to pick it up so I was going to wait a week. But, my sister, who doesn't have internet, said she would pick up my basket if I ordered her one. Good teamwork! I'm excited to get it!

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Happy Father's Day!

*Day 200!!*

I'm at Day 200! I was trying to think of something special I could do for day 200. I couldn't think of anything, so I decided to have a guest blogger.

To celebrate Father's Day, I asked Logan some questions about his dad. Here's what he had to say.

Also I would like to wish all you Fathers out there Happy Father's Day. I'm thankful for my own dad and all the things he's taught me and done for me through the years. I'm thankful to Matt for being a wonderful father for Logan and helping him and teaching him. (Just remember, Matt, that he gets most of his sense of humor from you. And I think he wanted his answers to be funny for you to read.)

Q: Why is your dad the best?

Logan: He is strong.

Q: What does your dad do for you that you like the best?

Logan: He helps me.

Q: What do you think your dad does while you are at school?

Logan: Stay home and read comics and sleep and drink Mountain Dew.

Q: What is your dad's favorite thing to say?

Logan: LOGAN!!!!

Q: What is your dad's favorite thing to do?

Logan: Uh, to eat, mom.

Q: What is your dad's favorite thing to eat?

Logan:Mountain Dew.

Q: What do you think dad does when you go to bed?

Logan: He eats ice cream.

Q: What scares your dad?

Logan: I don't really know, so....

Q: Does your dad ever get mad? How do you know if he is mad?

Logan: Yes. When he goes, "Stop it,you!"

Q: What does your dad do to you that makes you mad?

Logan: When he says that I can't do something. Or when he scares the crap out of me.

Q: What makes your dad laugh?

Logan: Funniest Home Videos.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Home At Last

*Day 199*

Well, I made it back from girls camp alive....but very tired. We had fun, as we always do. We have some amazing young women. They are just so great and strong. I'm impressed with all of them. I get a little intimidated because I'm supposed to be their teacher. They are so much more advanced than I was at that age. How I am supposed to teach that? Anyway, I'll have to get to details later. Here's a picture of us before we left today. (Keep in mind we'd been in the wilderness for 4 and a half days. Just be glad it's not a scratch and sniff!)

Friday, June 18, 2010

Girls Camp Edition: The Porta Potty

I loved girls camp when I was in young women's. We had great leaders that always made it fun. I wish I was as good a leader. Maybe this year I will try to think more like my sister while I'm at camp and make it memorable for the girls. This is one of my favorite memories of girls camp.

I think I was only a beehive because Lynn was at camp this year. Lynn liked to shake it up and have fun. We would play harmless pranks and get involved in feuds and stuff. This particular year Lynn found out that the Stake leaders had brought up their own port-a-potty to use. Only the stake leaders had one, and only the stake leaders were using it. Lynn thought it was unfair that they should have a port-a-potty when we had to use the stinky outhouses. So, she decided that we should steal it. So, that's what we did. We employed the help of a girl in our ward (Jennifer Brozovich) who was a stake youth leader. She helped us find where they were keeping the port-a-potty and took us up there. When she went go to into the tent, someone was already in there using it. After that they figured out what we were planning to do. (Long story short) They tried to get it out and hide it a car. We saw and made our move. There was a fight for the potty. Then the lady yelled, "It's going to spill!" We let go and moved out of the way. I don't know if that was true or if she just said it to get us to let go. Either way, they got the potty safely into a car where they could keep it safely locked up. But, we got away with the toilet seat. We counted that as a victory. We figured they couldn't us it without that. Then, we rode around on the outside of our leaders suburban shouting, "Ha ha we were naughty, we stole your port-a-potty!"

On second thought, maybe I don't want my girls acting like that. After all, I am a leader now.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Girls Camp Edition: Hiking

*Day 197*

When it was time to go on our hike my first year at girls camp, I decided to go on the longer hike with the older girls. We were packing our lunches and getting ready to go. I was the only one going on the long hike that had a backpack, so all of the girls asked me to carry their lunches. So, I did. I packed up all their lunches in my backpack. (OK, so maybe they were taking advantage of me because I was a first year, and they didn't want to carry their own lunch. But, just read on. I get them in the end.) We would hike up to the top of this hill we called Mount Baldie. It was called that because it was just rocks at the top. We climbed up all the rocks and got the top. Then we decided to go back down to the meadow below to have lunch. So, we started down the rocky slope, and I tripped on a rock and fell. But, I didn't just fall, I rolled, probably not all the way down, but a ways. Yep. I rolled down the mountain with every ones lunches in my backpack. Sorry!

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Girls Camp Editon: The Bathtub

*Day 196*

I'm leaving for girls camp this morning. I'm excited. I love girls camp! I always have. So, while I'm gone, I hope you enjoy some of the memories I have from girls camp when I was young.

My sister Sherry went to girls camp, and I think she had fun, but she wasn't exactly the campy type of girl. She didn't like to be dirty and missed her curling iron while we were gone. One year she decided to make a bathtub at camp. She spent a couple of days digging a really pretty big sized whole. Then we lined it with garbage bags, and filled it with water. We thought we would be the envy of the camp and that people from other wards would be trying to use our bathtub. We decided that we needed a code for who could enter the bathtub. Lynn came up with something I thought was a great idea. Our Bishop was Bishop West. So the question was "Where does the sun rise?" And anyone in our ward would answer in the West. Because that was our bishops name. And everyone else would get it wrong because the sun rises in the East.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Busy Day

*Day 195*

So, I know you're all dying to hear about the rest of our trip, but you'll have to wait. My camera battery died, then my memory card filled up. So, Lynn took pictures for me for the last part of our trip. I can't do a proper blog about our vacation without all the pictures. And I haven't had a chance to get them from her yet. Besides, I leave for girls camp tomorrow and I haven't even thought about getting ready yet. So, I'm going to go and pack and hope I can be ready in the morning. Maybe I'll get a real blog up again next week.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Polebridge: Our Home Away From Home

*Day 194*

We went to Glacier National Park last week with my mom and dad and Lynn's family. We had a good time. We rented a cabin in Polebridge to stay in. Polebridge was a little town(?). There was a little store, the Polebridge Mercantile, a Hostel, and a whole neighborhood of cabins. From what we could tell most of the cabins were empty while we were there. We wondered if anyone lived in Polebridge year round. It was in the forests of Montana, 22 miles from the Canadian border, and you accessed it on "partially paved" roads. I'm not sure I would want to be up there in the winter.

This is the cabin. It was really cute and comfortable. And we were glad to be in it seeing as how it rained about every day.

This is the outhouse. Mom was really disappointed to see this. The information she got said there was one bathroom. I don't care if you do think this is "the cutest outhouse in Polebridge" that doesn't make it a bathroom. And I'd rather have good smelling than cute. (But at least it wasn't a bush.)

Logan and Jessica in the living room. The table was used mainly to play boggle and look at maps of the park to plan our adventures.

The kitchen and dining area. And the wood burning stove. It heated the place quite nicely. (Not the we really needed it much.) We also used it to heat water and cook our tin foil dinners in.

This is up in the loft. It was fine going up, but looking at the stairs coming down I was nervous. The hand rail only came part way up the stairs and it was completely open on the other side. Lynn laughed at me until she tried to come down.

Here is the kitchen. This is where we cooked. (Sorry, I couldn't think of anything to say about it, and it just seemed to need more.)

This is the cubby under the stairs where me and Logan slept. There were no beds next to each other, and he didn't want to sleep by himself, so we put a cushion on the floor and he slept by me. The bed was really comfortable. I slept well, just not for long enough.

This is the sauna house/bath house. I'd never been in a sauna before. I'm not sure what I think about it. It's hot. I think I'd prefer a hot tub. We also used this for our bath house when the "bathroom" that was advertised turned out to be an outhouse.

Logan and Jessica loved this chair. They played with it all the time. Logan ended up sleeping on this cushion on the floor beside my bed. He was scared to sleep anywhere else. He thought the cabin was creepy. But only at night. He loved it the rest of the time.

HMMM.... maybe this is why Logan thought the cabin was creepy. Just after we got there, Logan called to me from the loft. He told me he needed me to come and see something. When I went up there, he showed me this and asked in a voice that was serious and maybe a little nervous, "Is this blood?" Now why didn't he want to sleep in the loft? (And, no, I don't think it was blood. It matched the paint on one of the walls. That's what we told the kids we thought it was. It could be a pretty good joke by someone tough.)

Logan and Jessica chopping pine cones. They like to help.... or play with the ax. Yeah, play with the ax. (They were supervised, see, I'm taking a picture.)

Logan resting on the couch. We got back to the cabin late and he just lied (is that the right usage, mom? I was tired in the car, I can't remember what you said.) on the couch while we made dinner. But, don't mistake this for being tired, he was never tired the whole time we were gone. Even in the car at 11:00 at night. Yeah, right, I don't believe it Logan.

Here we are roasting our marshmallows. We really didn't do our cook out super early so we could put the kids in bed. This was about 9:30 at night. It just didn't get dark there until really late.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Happy Birthday Addy!

*Day 193*

Yesterday Addy turned two. I didn't get home in time to post a blog a for her yesterday. I hope she doesn't mind.

It's people like Addy that make me wish I lived closer to the other half of my family. It's really hard to compete for the favorite aunt position when your niece doesn't see you enough to remember your name. But, I still love Addy. She is such a cute, sweet girl. I enjoy the times that I do get to spend with her. I especially like Logan being able to have cousins that he loves. And will let him act like a big brother (at least for a little while).

Happy Birthday Addy! Love You!

Saturday, June 12, 2010

The Fishing Pole

*Day 192*

Our preschool kids will tell us stories all the time. But, it seems like the most popular time to tell stories is at circle time. You know, the time that I am supposed to be teaching them. We usually give them some time to talk about stuff, like vacations, holidays, their birthday party, their ouches, the kind of stuff they like to talk about. Sometimes it's hard to get them to stop so that I can have a turn. And I really do like to hear their stories. But, sometimes it's hard to listen to them all. Because they are all talking at the same time, or they are talking to me while I am talking to someone else. I have learned that they need to be acknowledged when they tell a story. Sometimes that's hard to do when they are all taking at once. I try to say something to each of them as they all talk at the same time. I've learned (for better or worse) that you don't have to be specific in your comment. Just an Uh,huh, wow, neat, really, will do. The are happy that you heard, and you can address all 8 children that are talking to you at once. Unless it backfires on you. Like it did me.

It was one of those days. Everyone had something tell. They were all so excited that they were talking at once. I was throwing out my "oh, cool, really". Then I heard Ella say, "And my dad's fishing pole broke." It was out of my mouth before I could stop it. "That's nice." I knew it wasn't. Whoops! She had this hurt look on her face, when she looked at me and said, "No it wasn't." I knew that, but I didn't know how to explain why I said that. Now, I try harder to make sure the kids talk one at a time so I can give real, sincere comments.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Region Champ

*Day 191*

I was thinking the other day while it was raining that they probably had to postpone the region track meets. Yeah, after all these years, May still doesn't go by without me thinking about region track, or State. Then, of course, I start thinking back to when I ran at Region and State.

This is my letter from High School with the medals I won on it. (I never actually wore it around like this. I sewed all the medals on after I took the letter off my jacket.) Only one of those region medals is a first place medal (except for relays). And it was from the race I never should have won. It was my first year of track. I had done well, but I was still figuring things out. Lynnette Peterson ran for our rival Bingham. Lynette was not only the defending state champ in the 1600 (Mile), She was the state record holder. She ran under a five minute mile. I never got a chance to run against her during the season, so region was the first time I was I on the track at the same time as her.

I'm in the black in lane one, right next to Lynette Peterson. Everyone knew she was going to win. She never lost. I was the closest competition, and she wasn't going to loose to a slow sophomore. Besides my best time was at least 40 seconds slower than hers. I knew I had no chance. I was trying to take 2nd. Here's the unbelievable part. I won. Lynette Peterson knew she just had to win. She was actually injured but they wanted a team win. So they knew that she could go out and win 10 points for first place pretty easily. So, she didn't have to run her fastest, just fast enough to win. Well, when I ran, I had this habit that annoyed my coach. I had a good kick. I would run good, but the last lap I would pick it up, and the last 200 meters I would go. I usually passed people at this time and pulled off a pretty good time. It drove my coach nuts. He would tell me to just run faster all the way so he knew I was going to win instead of having a heart attack watching a close race. I tried but never got good at that. Anyway.... I ran the same way I always did. I was in second place. Lynette Peterson was winning, of course. But, I felt like I had second place wrapped up. So, my last lap, I started picking up the pace. Then I rounded a corner and saw Lynette Peterson. And she didn't look that far ahead. I was kicking it in, and I was actually getting closer to her. Then she looked like she was slowing down. My kick was really coming along. Then I thought, "I can catch her." So, I gave it everything I had. And I passed her. Right at the finish line. Coming down the last stretch she knew she had it won, so she started slowing down as she came into the finish line. I was speeding up. She had actually slowed to a walk her last few steps. That's when I passed her. By the time she realized that I was there, it was too late for her to race me. And that, my friends, is why you NEVER stop before the finish line. Because you loose to someone you should never have lost to.

Here we are coming down the final stretch. I'm in the black.

Here I am passing Lynette Peterson at the finish line to win.

*Sidenote* Coach Guarino was famous for writing funny or crazy announcements. The next day on the morning announcements they were telling results from the track meet. Then I hear, "And beating the previously unbeatable Lynette Peterson, was Kristy Breinholt." I was glad that either no one in my class knew who I was or they weren't listening.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Why I love Logan (The City)

*Day 190*

Here are some of the reason I love living in Logan.

* It is really pretty. I love the scenery. From the mountains to the old houses that are unique and have their own personality.

* There are a lot of places to go exploring. Litte trails and walkways, river trails and canals. Not to mention the canyon.

* Wildlife. I love seeing the different animals. I mean, where else could I see deer, a bald eagle, pheasants, wild peacocks, wild turkey, ducklings, woodpeckers, prairie dogs, a beaver, and all the other birds that I won't name by name on the way to school or work.

* Traffic. Or lack thereof. If I avoid Main Street (which is very easy to do) I don't have to deal with traffic. I appreciate that a lot when I drive past our last apartment in Salt Lake and see how busy it is there.

* Transportation. The city bus is free. You can go pretty much anywhere, and it's free. It's handy for taking our daycare kids places. I also love that I can ride my bike pretty much anywhere. And it doesn't take that long. We ride to work, swimming lessons, baseball, store, bank. And it only takes us about 10 minutes. Plus we're doing something good for our bodies, the earth and our wallet.

It's all a pretty good trade off for the cold winter.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Tough Question

*Day 189*

So, my sister had a friend tell her that if you don't have a child by the time you are 35, that your milk comes in anyway. She found this hard to believe, but wasn't sure since she wasn't 35 yet. Her first thought was, "I'm going to ask my mom about that." Then she realized that my mom wouldn't know. So, she tried to think of some else she could ask. She couldn't think of anyone to ask that would have experienced that situation. So..... anyone know an answer (or someone who does)?

*Just for the record, I do know. I just thought it was a funny story. When she told me, I couldn't think of anyone to ask either.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Deer Hunting

*Day 188*

I used to watch my dad and older brother and sister go deer hunting every year. I always wanted to go. (Probably because they always got good snacks and candy when they went.) When I was old enough I took hunters safety so I could get a license and go. It used to be cold during the deer hunt. I've been noticing that it's not that cold at that time of year anymore. It was fun to go. I never killed a deer. I don't know if I could have. I don't if I could have hit it, or if I would have dared pull the trigger. I never got the opportunity. I just never saw one that I could shoot at. If I had the opportunity, I would go again. I miss eating venison like we did when we were kids. Here are some of my random deer hunting memories.

* We were all crammed in the very back of my uncles bronco going up the mountain. My dad started telling jokes, "Under The Grandstand by C. Moore Butts, Revenge of the Tiger by Claude Balls, Yellow River by I.P. Freely" stuff like that. I remember laughing. But, I remember my cousins crying they were laughing so hard.

* It was raining really hard one year. We were trying to get up on the mountain. We were starting up a dirt road and some other guys were already on it. My uncle stopped to ask them how the road was. The guy told him, "It's slicker than buttered snot on a mirror." We were riding out the storm in our tent playing games. And we started wondering how you got buttered snot on a mirror. The term I had always heard was slicker than snot on a doorknob.

* Also while we were playing games in the tent waiting for it to stop raining. I made the ultimate Oreo cookie. We had double stuf Oreos. (See, good treats.) Lynn doesn't like the filling much, but she loves the cookies. But, I don't care what's inside them, I like it and will eat it. So, we traded. I would give Lynn my cookies, and she would give me her filling. So I collected all the filling and piled it into one very tall Oreo. I remember it being, like, a foot tall, but it might not have been quite big. But, it was delicious. (OK, actually it was a bit too much filling. I should have kept a few cookies and alternated. 3 inches of filling, one cookie, 3 inches of filling, one cookie, etc. You live and learn.)

* My dad explaining how it was so cold at night. He stretched his legs out and they hit the metal zipper at the end of his sleeping bag. So he pulls them up, and they hit the zipper on the side of his sleeping bag. So, they immediately straighten again, and the whole thing starts all over. (OK, so, this might not sound that funny. But, you didn't see my dad acting it out by the fire. Everyone was laughing very hard.)

* When Eric got a deer. We had to find where it fell in the field. Eric was carrying my dad's pistol. When we got to the deer, my dad asked Eric for his pistol. he opened it to check the bullets. My dad commented that there were bullets missing. Eric said that he had to shoot the deer when he found it because it wasn't dead. My dad said, "Yeah, but there's two bullets gone." Eric said, (sheepishly) "I missed it the first time."
Then Eric gutted the deer, and popped the stomach. That was the worst smell I have ever smelled. But, at least if you stood upwind, you couldn't smell it.

* After Eric got his deer, me and my dad when out the next weekend. My dad had a plan to stop on the side of the road and hike up along a ravine. We would be there when the deer ran through in the morning. It was an awesome plan. I remember standing there and hearing the deer run by. They sounded big. They sounded close enough to reach out and touch. But, it was so early in the morning that it was too dark to see them. I was bummed that we were that close and couldn't do anything about it.

* It was also fun the year we went to Blanding and got to see where Grandpa Breinholt got his trophy buck and hear the story. I wish I would have been able to hunt with Grandpa.

Monday, June 7, 2010


*Day 187*

This is one of my favorite pictures. I don't know if it's because it has Clyde in it or just because of the memories it reminds me of.

Clyde is our van. I remember when we named him. And It was the perfect name for our van. And it stuck. We all called him Clyde afterwards. I've tried to name other cars, but I've never been able to come up with the perfect name, so they never stick. (But I think I'm going to name the white car Snowball.) I have a lot of good memories of Clyde. He came everywhere with us. I learned to drive in him. As he got older his radio would go out. But if you hit the dashboard Fonzie style, it would come back on.

In this picture Clyde is offering us shade. We were at Lake Powell. There was no shade at all. In the evening we would crowd around in the shade of Clyde. We started trying to get in the shade over there when there was only a few inches. Eventually we could spread out a bit. I just thought it was funny to group in the shade of the car. Thanks for being there Clyde!

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Happy Birthday Raelene!

*Day 186*

I love Raelene. There are a lot of ways I'd like to be more like her.
Raelene is
* very caring
* creative
* talented
* hard working
* patient
* fun

Saturday, June 5, 2010


*Day 185*

We're hittin the road. We (as in me and Logan, we're leaving Matt home to work) are heading to Glacier National Park in Montana. Logan is excited to go to a new state. I hope I have enough to keep him busy on the drive. Meanwhile Matt will be posting my blogs for me. So don't worry, you'll still be able to read a fascinating blog from me every day I'm gone. Sorry, you don't get a break from me. HaHa!

Friday, June 4, 2010


*Day 184*

We took Logan to get Aggie ice cream to celebrate his last of day of 1st grade. Matt pointed out a cop in the parking lot across the street. When we were leaving Logan told us that the cow was gone. All the way home, he was trying to explain to us how he saw a cow in cop car. How it was probably his pet and he just got it in through his window. He was getting frustrated (or teasing us, it's hard to tell) because we hadn't seen the cow and didn't think there was one. As he was telling us all about it, I laughed. He said, "Mom, don't laugh at my non-joke!" That just made me laugh harder.

Thursday, June 3, 2010


*Day 183*

I'm halfway through my year of blogging. I didn't think I'd make it this far. Probably because I never thought I'd start. It's been fun, but not necessarily what I'd thought I'd do. I thought I'd write a lot more memories and stories about when I was little. Stuff I'd like Logan to hear. I've been too lazy to find supporting pictures and stuff to go along with them. This next half of the year I'm going to do more of that. So I can keep these memories, that are fading fast, a part of my life. I also think it will be interesting to look back on the things we did this year. Just to remember what our normal life was like. Thinking of being halfway has made me think.....
* I've been driving for over half my life
* I have friends I've known for half my life
* Logan has a half day of school tomorrow
* I have a lot of half memories in my head, and if I don't write them down, I soon won't even have half of them
* I have had Logan for more than half my married life
* I have now spent half my married life in Logan
* We live half a block from the neighbors who let us plant a garden at their house
* Almost half of my family lives in Cache Valley
* Right now I want to eat at least half of my bag of licorice. (But I won't because it's for our trip.)
* I wish I could say I halfway ready for my trip

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

1st Grade Program

*Day 182*

Today we went and watched Logan's 1st grade class do a program. The class planned it. They decided what they each wanted to do and what songs to sing. It was really cute. They sang some songs they learned this year. Logan participated in a "Reader Theatre". He was the sun.

Robin: I am a robin. I am the first sign of spring.

Bud: I am a bud on a tree. I am the first sign of spring.

Tulip: You are both wrong. I am a tulip. I am the first sign of spring.

Grass: No, no, no! I am a blade of grass. I am the first sign of spring.

Robin: Let's ask the sun. The sun will know which one of us is the first sign of spring.

Bud: Sun, can you help us? I say that I am the first sign of spring.

Tulip: And I say that I am.

Grass: No, no, no! I am!

Robin: I am!

Sun (Logan): Why are you fighting? It doesn't mater who is first. You are all important! Now let's make this the best spring ever!

All: Ready, set, Spring!

He said his part so fast, but he said it like he meant it. I wondered if he said it fast because he wanted to get out while remembered it. (He went up without a paper, and didn't read his part.) I thought it was interesting that he was part of this story. Earlier this year he came home and asked if I'd seen any robins yet. Then he started talking about the signs of spring. We watched for them all. He was excited when I told him I'd seen a robin, and when we found buds on the nieghbors flowers.

He did good. It was fun to watch. They were so proud of themselves.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Anhder Reunion

*Day 181*

I enjoyed the Anhder family reunion yesterday. It's always a good time. The weather was perfect and I love the setting. Thanks Kurt and Lisa for hosting all of us at your lovely home. Just some of the fun things we got to do. Besides eat.

Play in the bounce house. Or on the trampoline, whichever was least busy at the time. I think my chapstick is still in the bounce house somewhere. I had to jump in it after Aunt Lisa told me she loved that I always jumped in the bounce house. Besides, it's fun!

Winning treats playing Anhder Bingo. I did finally win some, no thanks to Blake's "lucky" card. But I won't complain too much. That card did win Logan two treats for being the loser in blackout.

Cotton candy. Including cotton candy beards and mustaches. If it weren't for the cotton candy, I think Logan would have starved yesterday.

I finally got to explore Uncle Kurt's backyard wilderness. Sometimes it's great to have have little kids who like to explore. When they can't go alone, then I have to go with them. Most of us avoided the thorns and burrs. Uncle Kurt even let the boys keep the cool rocks they found.

And we found a hatch in the wilderness. The boys tried to open it.... while they were standing on it. I didn't say anything. I wasn't sure if I really wanted to see what might be in there. Sometimes it's best to leave those things closed.