clocks

did you know that i'm kinda obsessed with being on time. i'm not saying i'm always on time, but i generally am. and if i find myself running late i get really anxious and paranoid. i grew up being taught that "on time is 10 minutes early". i love my mom for teaching me that.

did you also know that i love clocks. like, i literally LOVE them. so the big question is........do i love clocks because i love being on time, or do i love being on time because i love clocks?

it's a real head-scratcher isn't it?

i realized my love for clocks when my mom gave me two of her antique clocks.

when my parents sold the home i grew up in they had all of us kids go through and claim the things we wanted to inherit. i only chose three things. my first choice and the most obvious one was the piano. the other two things were the clocks. after i got married i finally had them in my possession. that's when the obsession was realized and now my house has a clock any place i can fit one. it's tastefully done. i promise you, it looks good.

i think some husbands would think this kind of thing was dumb. but i'm pleased to say that my sweet husband embraces my weird habits and collections. he even sent me a clock for mothers day.

i'm trying not to push my luck with this whole thing though. there is a cuckoo clock that i really really want. it's the exact model that my grandmother has had in her house since i've been alive. he may have a problem with this clock because it chimes all-the-time. i love the chiming.

i think he might dislike it.

stick a fork in me......i'm done

i literally feel like i'm married to my phone. my lover-on-the-side is the computer. that's the only contact i have with my husband. have i mentioned that i don't like to talk on the phone? so can you imagine how hard it is to despise one of the only forms of contact you have with your lover?

i am so done with this thing.

the weird thing is that the closer he gets to coming home the more depressed i get and the more i lose my mind. not because i'm nervous about him coming home. just because i want him home now!

don't worry about me though. fleetwood mac is getting me through. and on the subject of fleetwood mac...super huge shout-out to glee for introducing a whole new generation to one of my most favorite albums ever. if you don't have "rumours" go to itunes and download it now.

on a side note, if anyone is wanting a dog that resembles a large rat, let me know. i love milo. he's adorable and sweet and cute, but if i'm being honest i kinda want to punt him like a football. i'm just a little too overwhelmed at the moment to give him the love that he needs.

jackson

jackson is a little missionary in training. and I can't take very much credit for this because he's usually the one reminding me to have f.h.e. he gets up in the morning, gets dressed, then urges us to hurry up so we can get to church on time. when i haven't heard from him in a while i'll usually find him off reading his scriptures. it just comes naturally to him.

he also seems to find the cutest ways to bring Jesus into conversations. he has an adorable friend who is originally from the middle east. he is a different religion so he isn't familiar with Jesus. they were playing mario brothers and discussing the various worlds in the game. then jackson said, "actually we're in Jesus' world because he created the world." then they continued playing and after a while jackson's friend said, "look! you're Jesus!" jackson replied saying, "no. i'm not Jesus. i don't have girl hair and i didn't die for the sins of the world."

birthday, baseball, harry potter

I would've posted pictures of Payton's first T-Ball game on Tuesday, his 4th birthday on Wednesday, and Jackson's first Machine-pitch baseball game.........but I can't find the charger for my camera.

So, sad for you guys that you don't get to see all that.

On a happier note, we bought Harry Potter 7.1 today. I've already watched twice. Gonna watch it a third time here in a few minutes. Remember over the summer when I got so excited about seeing the HP 7.1 trailer for the first time. Time sure flies by doesn't it?

cuttin'

i was convinced that girls were the only ones who cut their own hair. jackson never tried to cut his hair. he did cut a couple of his shirts. but never his beautiful blond hair. so i was really surprised when i discovered payton had snuck off and given himself a haircut. i found him before he caused too much damage, but i was so sad to have to cut his adorable hair at all.

i thought maybe since he saw his mom cutting hair all the time he wanted to try it himself, but word on the street is that boys experiment with their hair just as much as girls do. so i guess it was inevitable.

needless to say, i have hidden all the scissors.

turtles & tigers

the beautiful, yet sporadic spring weather that we've been having lately brought us to the zoo. we found our dream pet. a giant turtle. i know it wouldn't be a fun pet, but how cool would it be to have a ginormous yard turtle?

the tiger was in rare form! usually when we get there the tigers are sleeping the day away. this guy was pacing around the cage then came down right up by the glass for a little dip in the water. he was trying to get a barrel that was in the pond but was too chicken to get in there far enough. what a wuss!

Is she still complaining?

Is it lame that I left California 18 months ago but still cry when I see pictures of the California Coast? Before I lived in Monterey I could appreciate winter even though I didn't care too much for it. After living on the Central Coast I just go through the changing seasons here in Utah like a zombie. What I wouldn't give for some sea mist and salty air. 

I know I'm a complainer, but California ruined me man. I gotta get back there!

{photo courtesy of pugly pixel}

What do we do all day?

I found this over at Team Boo. It gave me a chance to say OH SNAP and it reminded me that I'm not lazy because I'm at home every day. I'm on duty 24/7 fool!

{poop}

Dear Payton~

I love your squishy cheeks and your chubby little toes. I love that you'll randomly come hug me and tell me you like me. I love that you sneak into my bed at night. I love the smirk on your face when you're being defiant.

I love everything about you, except for the fact that you're almost FOUR and I'm still wiping your butt.

Honestly.

I've never known a human being that poops as often as you do. You've been potty trained forever.

It was cute the first few times you yelled out, "MOM, CAN YOU WIPE MY BUTT?!" But now it happens 8 times a day. Can we be done with this?

Love
Mommy

Control

Like all mothers, there are times when I feel like I have no control over my kids or my life. I have a very specific routine for those times when I feel like the worst mother in the world. I feed and bathe my kids, give them a big hug, put them to bed, put on my jammies, get under my heated blanket, then I watch "Toddlers and Tiaras". It's a freak show that always brings me out of my funk.

Example:

Tom Hanks made the most amazing spoof of this show.  It is totally worth it to watch this entire clip.  I laughed so hard I peed my pants.  No Joke!