"You Look Like A Boy."

Last night I was on my face book account and a really old friend had requested me to be friends with her. I accepted and looked at her account. Anna is her name and we were best friends growing up until I moved away after 4th grade. Anna was a good friend and her mom and sisters took good care of me and my sister when my mom past away. My favorite times spent with her were at her pool and cabin.

Anyhow I found these old class pictures and could not help but post them for all to see. My 1st grade picture there is no excuse as to why I look so bad. I had a mom and I just am not sure what she was thinking on that one. The 4th grade picture is right after my mom died and let's just face the facts. My dad did a great job with us. He cooked, he cleaned, he picked out cute clothes for us, but he did not do hair. As far as Michelle is concerned she attempted to help but I was not the best of sitting still so there you have it. I did my own hair and the results are far from stunning.

So this morning I showed Ashlyn my pictures and said do you want to see mom when she was your age? She looked at the picture and said " You look like a boy mom." She then covered her mouth because she felt bad for saying it but she was only speaking the truth. Mark agrees with Ashlyn and said those pictures don't look like me at all and that if there were not names written on there he would have guessed I was someone else. At least they are honest.

Joshy's 2nd Birthday

On Friday we celebrated our little mans birthday. He was so excited to have everyone sing to him. He sang happy Birthday to himself all day and pretended to blow the candles out each time. He definitely got in a lot of practice before the big one with everyone there.

We invited Mark's family over for the party because my dad does a separate at his house for the grand kids. We had Pork sandwiches, chips, and salad for dinner. After dinner we sang to Josh and he blew his candles out for real this time. He was pretty happy about that. He opened presents as well and love each and every one of them. He got a big helicopter, new train and tracks, a Caterpillar bulldozer, and some clothes.

On Sunday we went to my dads and celebrated again and he was again as pleased as could be to be sang to. This time he blew the candles out about 5 seconds into the song. My dad and Connie gave him a big fire engine and he loved it. He has not let it out of his sight since he got it. No one is aloud to touch it and it must go in the car with us even though it way to big for his lap.

Overall Josh had a great birthday and I can't believe I had him 2 years ago. He has grown so much. He talks a ton and is such a sweet thing for the most part. He has however started the terrible two's and it came on suddenly. We love him nonetheless. So Happy Birthday Josh.

Oh by the way we lost our camera so we had to take pictures with Marks Blackberry. Hence the low quality pictures. I sure hope we find the camera!

Cream of Wheat

I know my last post was about Cereal but this one deserves a post as well. Yesterday I was getting Ash ready for school and I was asking her what she wanted for breakfast. She usually just ignores me and does not tell me what she wants. I have to press her several times for an answer. She did the same when I asked her this time.

I got her dressed and we headed down stairs. I was just about to ask her what she wanted when she said to me. "My tummy is cold" I was like okay well your dressed so it will warm up. I then realized she was telling me in her nonchalant
way that she wanted something warm for breakfast. So I played along. I said oh do you want some hot water to eat for breakfast to warm your tummy. She smiled and laughed. I said oh you want Cream of Wheat for breakfast. She was like yes that is perfect to warm my tummy.

I was thinking how it would have been easier to just say can I have some Cream of Wheat for breakfast but she likes to play games and has done this several times in her life. She is learning to be manipulative like me and I can see right through it at least for now I can.

Marsh Mellows VS Frosted Oates

Today I needed my son to be quiet while I called some accounts for my boss. Ashlyn was at school so I just had to make sure Josh was entertained for about 1 hour. I got out all the toys I hate him playing with because they are so messy. I let him have whatever the heck he wanted basically.

Twenty minutes into calling these accounts I was like wow Josh is super quiet and being really good. I then looked across the room to notice he had gotten a brand new box of Lucky Charms out that had just been opened this morning. He had managed to dump the entire box of them out and was chowing away. Mind you he had had a bowl of them for breakfast already and also some toast and a banana. Anyhow I was like whatever its all dumped out now and he is being good. I will worry about that later.

So about 30 minutes later I had finished calling the accounts and I got up to clean up the cereal. I then noticed that he had managed to eat all of the marsh mellows out of the entire box. Not leaving one marsh mellow and I am not exaggerating here. I was under the impression that the frosted oats tasted just as good. I was sorely mistaken today. Anyhow if there is anyone out there that likes the frosted Oates and not the marsh mellows I have a whole container full of them marsh mellows excluded.

Does it get better than this?

In the past I have written about things Josh likes to do and how he likes to stick things in cupboards and in my flour containers. Well today took the cake for things he has done. The kid is a nut job and has quite the funny personality. If I were to see myself at his age and maybe my dad can confirm I would say Josh is exactly like I was at the age of two.

This morning I went to pour some milk for Josh in his bottle. I know I know he is getting too old but he loves his bottle. As I poured it chunks of ice came out in the bottle and I was like well I guess the fridge is to cold so I turned it up. After he was done drinking his bottle there were still the ice chunks in there and I thought nothing of it. About an hour later I went to pour some milk into Ashlyns cereal and again white chunks of ice came out.... or so I thought. As I looked closer I realized it was not ice.

Yesterday some time around 11:30 Josh had some marsh mellows. I thought he had eaten them all. Well apparently not. He somehow managed to get the milk out of the fridge and dump a bunch of marsh mellows in the the milk carton. I figured oh well it will just make the milk have more flavor. Well it did not end there.

I went to pour some more milk this afternoon and low and behold I see a fruit loop floating at the top. At this point I decided to drain all of the milk to get the marsh mellows out and the fruit loop. I then found a receipt as well floating in there. I also managed to find a fork at the bottom of the carton. I wonder how that found its way in there. So as you can see my son is a little turd but I love him and find it too funny to be mad at the kid.

First Day of Kindergarten

Sunday night Ashlyn picked out her outfit for school. She brushed her teethe, picked out her outfit she was going to wear, said her prayers, and went to bed. Ashlyn arose quite early the next morning, probably 7:30 and had a big grin on her face.

She came in our room and was so excited that it was her first day of school. She wanted to put her clothes on right then so that she could go to school but I made her wait until after breakfast. For breakfast she wanted to have pancakes and bacon. She ate all of her bacon and some pancakes. I said that she could then get dressed and ready for school.

For her first day she wore her new pink polo shirt, some shorts, and some pink underwear to match her outfit. She left her brand new shoes at her cousins house in Tooele so she had to wear her older but still new looking shoes. I thought it was going to be quite dramatic but she did not have a fit at all.

I decided I should look at what time school started because I thought it was 9:30 and I just wanted to be sure. Sure enough it started at 9:15 so I said wow we need to get moving. I hurried at took some pictures of her and we headed off to school.

As we arrived I could see the excitement in Ashlyn's eyes. She was so proud of herself and she felt so big now. We got out of the car and my tears began. I was crying like a baby. I don't know why I was crying but I think it's a combination of how proud of her I was and that my first little baby is going to school. We walked to the front doors and there were some sixth graders there to greet her and take her to her teacher. So I handed her off and cried some more.

I had to go inside the school to drop off Ashlyn's asthma medicine so I walked in right behind her. I was still crying and was so embarrassed because people from my ward were there and they saw me. I saw my friend so I went and stood by her. I knew she would not care that I was crying. I had to get composure before walking in the office.

We watched as the kindergartners all lined up in their classes and I watched for like five minutes and Ashlyn never showed up. I then decided I should go find where the crap she went. I went back to the front and found the little 6th grader had no clue what she was doing and Ash was just sitting there waiting to go somewhere. I grabbed her and took her to her teacher and said goodbye again. This time I was laughing because of how retarded the sixth grader was. I told her that Ashlyn was in Ms. Cruz's class and from the door to the hall which is like 10 seconds the girl totally had forgotten what teacher she had.

I then left and got in the car. I started crying again. I am the biggest baby ever. I sat at home waiting to go pick her up. I was so excited to hear how her first day was. I arrived at the school a few minutes early and waited for her to come out. First off they let the kids that ride the bus out. Then the other kids came out and of course Ashlyn is the last one out. She is always so slow. I was expecting her to run up and give me a big hug but instead she ran up to me with a smile and then started to moan in frustration with me.


We got in the car and I asked her how her day was. She started to cry and said I don't remember. So I asked did you meet any friends? Did you color? What did you do. She said Maybe we will talk about it tomorrow. She was just plain mad. I said if I take you to McDonald's for lunch will you tell me. She said maybe. So I took her for a happy meal. After that I asked her what she did and she said we will talk about it tomorrow okay. I finally took the hint and quit asking.

At about 4:00 that afternoon she said to me "I didn't get to ride the bus like all the other kids". She was disgusted with me that I did not let her. I said is that why you are not talking to me. She said yes. I said okay that is fine. I will make a deal with you. I will take you to school everyday and you can ride the bus home each day. I figured it was a good compromise. She agreed and was happy after that. She told me about her day and loved school.

The next day Mark and I picked her up from the bus stop. She had the cheesiest grin on her face just like the one when I dropped her off on the first day. She felt so old and proud of herself. She loved the bus. She did say it made her head spin a little. Anyhow I am very proud of Ashy and how big of a girl she is. Josh misses her while she is gone and says Bus home all day until it comes and we pick her up.

Lunch Party

I finally found the card reader for my computer so I can post with pictures! Yippy for me. So a few weeks ago I invited my cousins and aunt over for a little lunch party. My sister was also to come but her husband got got sick so she stayed home with him and made sure we did not get it in case she was carrying it. (She was so we are glad she stayed)

My Aunt Linda, Kelly, Cheryl, Kristy, and all of their kids came over around 1:30 and the party began from there. Well I should say I had to guide them to my house first since someone I am not naming any names didn't follow the instructions I typed to her. So we all had food assignments and of course the same person that did not bring my typed instructions again not naming names forgot the chips. So Cheryl and I packed up in her car and ran to Maverick for a couple of bag of chips.

Once we got back I got to work making my famous Pesto Burgers. I promised my Linda she would not taste the meat with my great pesto topping. She does not like meat. I succeeded. She said it was a great burger and that she could eat that again. We also had all sorts of other junk and over all it was a great feast.

The kids swam in the pool, jumped in the bounce house, played in Ashy's room, and did all sorts of stuff. They all enjoyed each other while the girls chatted away and enjoyed each others company. Cheryl also did my hair. She gave me the full on treatment. She colored, cut, and styled my hair. I loved it. Thanks Cheryl my awesome cousin.

Overall we had a great time. I was so happy that they drove all the way out to my house. I had so much fun and enjoyed their company. I love being around my moms family because it gives me a piece of her that I would not have. It brings back good memories of her and makes me feel that she is there with us, happy we are together. My aunt Linda and my aunt Debbie have both been really good about keeping in touch with us and making sure we know our mom. I really appreciate that about the both of them.

Thank you Linda and my girls for coming out to my house and making it such a fun time. I look forward to our next get together that is coming real soon. I love you guys so much and I am so glad we get together once a month. You guys are the best! Michell we missed you and are glad you are all better now.