Well... it's official. I am
30
It's interesting that I remember each of my decade birthdays so well. When I turned 10 we lived with my Grandma Snow. I remember that my mom did my hair in some fancy french braid that went all around my head. I looked in the mirror and remember thinking... " Wow... I'm 10. I am so grown up." I had a few things figured out... I knew what that I wanted to marry someone like my dad when I grew up. I knew that I liked chocolate. I knew that I still had a lot to learn, but I was in the UPPER grades now and I got to play on the big playground.
When I turned 20 I was living in Hawaii. I played on the beach all day and then went to Hard Rock Cafe for dinner and ordered their biggest chocolate dessert. I had figured out a little more by then: I knew it takes hard work to get anywhere in life. I knew that sometimes you have to fight for what you want. I knew WHO I wanted to marry. I definitely knew that I still loved chocolate.
Well... now I'm 30 and I'm not sure if my hair will be in a princess braid and I wish I was in Hawaii, but I'm not. I will spend my day making meals, changing diapers, holding Lincoln and being grateful that my life is quite simple. I have learned a little more the last 10 years. I have learned that you have to give people a break sometimes, because everyone is going through something tough. I have learned that the only things that really matter are your family and friends and their happiness. I have learned that life goes by so quickly and it's hard to savor the precious moments, but we have to try. I have learned that chocolate is very important in my life... TRULY. I am happy to be 30 and have 3 beautiful children and a wonderful husband. Life just keeps getting better... I wonder what 40 will be like...
By the way... I wrote this on my birthday (July 21st) and forgot to post it... oops. I guess I am a little more scatterbrained at 30?!
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
A couple of funnies...
Ethan was recently "potty trained" but refused to go on the BIG potty for fear of getting "lost." No amount of coaxing or bribing was effective so he has been using his little potty for a couple of months.
FUN!
Imagine Ethan trying to pour the contents of his potty into the larger potty at least 10 times a day (if we try to help a tantrum ensues and usually leaves one or both parties wet from the contents of the potty). To add to the pleasure, he obviously wouldn't go potty at any public place (or Grandma's and Grandpa's for that matter), because the potties were all TOO BIG! So we have been hauling around our beloved "froggy potty" (potty that look like a frog, if you aren't up on the lingo) for months.
SUPERFUN!!!
It is remarkable that I was able to fit the "froggy potty" under my stroller on several outings. And where, you might ask, do we put the "froggy potty" when it is in use? Wherever we are... church parking lots, Wal-mart parking lots, mall parking lots, you get the idea. I'm sure we could've found a private spot, but when you are hauling around a new baby and a little boy who doing a potty dance, who cares... we got a few looks, but I didn't really care...I'm too tired and busy to care what anyone thinks about our "froggy potty."
Then...
We have a major breakthrough... no more "froggy." Wonderful! It was like someone just flipped a switch.
So... as further proof that Ethan is a boy:
He was sitting on the potty yesterday doing his business (the one that takes longer) and he started complaining about how bad his leg hurt. (This is dedicated to you Tyler)!
HIS LEG WAS ASLEEP FROM SITTING ON THE POTTY SO LONG!
How does that even happen? I have heard countless men (mostly in my family) complain of similar ailments, but never a woman... why is that? Is the plumbing THAT different. I always believed it was in an effort to avoid doing the dishes after dinner, but Ethan doesn't have to do that yet, so... I may have to break down and get a magazine rack in the bathroom for him filled with Jonathon London's Froggy books (which are really cute and less messy than "froggy potty")
Another funny by Katelyn:
Every time she has a friend over she asks them if they would like a drink. They inevitably say
"Yes."
Then she asks if they would like ice.
"Yes." (again)
Then she asks if they would like it "crushed or cubed."
They are completely straight faced through the dialouge. How many kids really care about crushed or cubed ice (or know the difference)
Usually the answer is crushed if you are wondering. So... you better believe that you will get 5 star service if you come to our house for a play date.
FUN!
Imagine Ethan trying to pour the contents of his potty into the larger potty at least 10 times a day (if we try to help a tantrum ensues and usually leaves one or both parties wet from the contents of the potty). To add to the pleasure, he obviously wouldn't go potty at any public place (or Grandma's and Grandpa's for that matter), because the potties were all TOO BIG! So we have been hauling around our beloved "froggy potty" (potty that look like a frog, if you aren't up on the lingo) for months.
SUPERFUN!!!
It is remarkable that I was able to fit the "froggy potty" under my stroller on several outings. And where, you might ask, do we put the "froggy potty" when it is in use? Wherever we are... church parking lots, Wal-mart parking lots, mall parking lots, you get the idea. I'm sure we could've found a private spot, but when you are hauling around a new baby and a little boy who doing a potty dance, who cares... we got a few looks, but I didn't really care...I'm too tired and busy to care what anyone thinks about our "froggy potty."
Then...
We have a major breakthrough... no more "froggy." Wonderful! It was like someone just flipped a switch.
So... as further proof that Ethan is a boy:
He was sitting on the potty yesterday doing his business (the one that takes longer) and he started complaining about how bad his leg hurt. (This is dedicated to you Tyler)!
HIS LEG WAS ASLEEP FROM SITTING ON THE POTTY SO LONG!
How does that even happen? I have heard countless men (mostly in my family) complain of similar ailments, but never a woman... why is that? Is the plumbing THAT different. I always believed it was in an effort to avoid doing the dishes after dinner, but Ethan doesn't have to do that yet, so... I may have to break down and get a magazine rack in the bathroom for him filled with Jonathon London's Froggy books (which are really cute and less messy than "froggy potty")
Another funny by Katelyn:
Every time she has a friend over she asks them if they would like a drink. They inevitably say
"Yes."
Then she asks if they would like ice.
"Yes." (again)
Then she asks if they would like it "crushed or cubed."
They are completely straight faced through the dialouge. How many kids really care about crushed or cubed ice (or know the difference)
Usually the answer is crushed if you are wondering. So... you better believe that you will get 5 star service if you come to our house for a play date.
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