Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
There was a little part of me that was grateful that Max's Preschool didn't have a full blown graduation. Maybe it's because I didn't attend my own High School Graduation or my college graduation, but I've never found a big celebration and a peice of paper rewarding. . . . for me the accomplishment is found in the process. Max had an amazing year full of incredible accomplisments. He was anxious to go to school EVERYDAY, loved learning, and insists on taking his teacher and friends to kindergarden with him. I'm tempted to write about how smart my Max is . . . how he learned the alphabet, to count, read, socially interact with others. . .blah . . blah. . blah. . but the thing I am the most excited about is that partnered with his preschool we have instilled a love for learning at such a young age. It's exciting and I'm excited for him. On Max's progress report his teacher writes, "Max has been a delight to have in class. He has learned so much this year and always tries to do his best. I will miss him. Keep reading." Since he looks so cute in his little hat we just might have to have our own little graduation party in the back yard. Good Luck Max!
Did you know that Clowns are mean to Elephants? At least that is what Max told us when he was frightened and clinging to my leg the last day of preschool. He was just sure that if clowns were mean to elephants the clown would be mean to him. Tim talked him into staying for the circus shortly after his teacher took off the dreaded hot clown costume and they had a really great day. I am amazed at how much information children pick up from their parents, other children and the especially the television. It really does have a profound effect on their little minds and shapes their thinking. Max's favorite movie has been dumbo and in that movie Clowns are mean to elephants. . . .:) I have made a mental note to be more aware of my actions and words personally. . . .Create a more structured play environment and monitor the playtime they have with their friends. . . .And to carefully observe the programs they watch on television. Who would have guessed Dumbo would instill some sort of fear in my 4 year old. . . .can you blame him. . . .clowns are mean to elephants. :)
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
For all you Myfamily.com followers I posted a bunch of pictures. I'm sure you are thinking how can there be more pictures. . . but there are. . .check it out when you get a chance. For those that don't know about myfamily you can click the link under favorite websites. Thanks for being apart of our life.
Friday, May 18, 2007
This year I wanted really beautiful, overflowing pots full of flowers in my front yard. I am pretty much clueless when it comes to beautifying a space, whether it is a room in my home or completing an outfit. . . CLUELESS. I always miss that touch that makes whatever it is extra special. I almost did an Internet search to gather tips on how to pot beautiful flowers. Thank goodness I saw my neighbors gorgeous pots filled with perfectly placed flowers. . . . there was no question in my mind that she was the potting expert. It really wasn't very difficult creating a masterpiece pot once we got started, but I wouldn't be honest if I didn't say that I could not have made my pots that beautiful by myself. . . . . .Thanks Laura Lee Potting was GREAT fun. I had no idea that so many little flowers would fit in one small pot opening. I know it seems silly, but every once in a while I have to plan to do something just for me. Whether it's a dinner out, a quick trip to Target, a run around the block. . . It really helps to make my mommy world go round. . . .for Jacq it is shoes, this week for me it's flowers. I heart flowers. ;)
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
I thought "load up in the van, Grandma and Grandpa Watson are taking you to Tooele for the day", meant load up the van. Little did I know that it really meant, Max. . .Barrett. . .why don't you help yourself to Grandma's Car, knock the shift stick out of gear, freak out while it rolls down the drive way, cruises the hill in front of our house, up on the grass and hit the fire hydrant for a sure stop. Did you know that is what "load up in the van" means?? Luckily everyone was unharmed and will live through the event. Max was a little rattled and has the tennis ball bruise on his forehead to prove it. . . after all it's not everyday you're the driver in your first real accident (especially at age 4).
Grandpa Watson surveyed the damage and reported that not even the paint had been scratch. Just a little dent. :) After they left I had a little chuckle, I'm pretty sure the entire bumper has to be replaced. Thanks Grandpa for helping me not stress out about the damage while I was consoling my rattled child. Anyway, it was a still a really great day and as Grandma Watson pointed out at least the car didn't run over any of my other children. Good point Grandma Watson. I am grateful for that. The Watson's have adopted a new rule. . .Accidents may happen, but let's avoid them at all cost. . . .No more playing in cars. ;)
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Tim and I snuck out of Utah Valley for a romantic Triathlon weekend. :) I chuckled when I re-read that sentence. How can a triathlon weekend be romantic? Surprisingly enough it was romantic and restful. When we have friends that go out of town and leave their children they talk about how they missed their children like crazy. I didn't! :) I enjoyed every child free moment and just enjoyed being with Tim. We ate Olive Garden in, slept, had some special quiet time, slept, slept. . .I think Tim was amazed at how many cat naps I could fit in a 28hr period. Triathlon events are hot, long, and pretty amazing. I am amazed at how these athletes are able to challenge their bodies. Tim competed in what is called an Olympic Triathlon(1.5k swim/ 26.2mile bike/ 10k run)-He decided it was time to graduate from the sprint course and compete with the big boys at a more manly event. Next month he's up for the 1/2 Ironman. Not only was it a long event, it was an exteremly challenging course. My goal would be to not rest, walk, or throw up, but Tim's goal is to be faster today than he was yesterday. And he was!
You would think that our fun filled St George weekend wouldn't have any more surprises. . . . Every time I looked at Tim I had to do a double take. With his new haircut I could hardly recognize him. Something happened at registration. He went in with hair and handsome and came out...bald and beautiful (at least he thought it was beautiful!) I have to admit that as the hours pass his hairless head grows on me more and more. I didn't forget to mention our incredible babysitting crew. Thank you to Grandma Watson and Auntie Nana! You guys are great and we love you! The kids had a blast and can't stop talking about their weekend. . . .
Friday, May 11, 2007
How can I not love this smiley, singing, dimpling little boy!?! He is pretty adorable. I know my children are pretty far from perfect, but there are days when I want my very own literal little red box. There are moments and memories that I want to hold onto forever. Can you imagine having a "little red box" and pulling out the very best memories of your life. Sitting here I think to myself . . what would I pull out? There are really so many amazing moments in my life. I am a pretty lucky girl to be blessed with such an amazing life. Just like Max I would pull out all the most important people in my life. Pretty sure that is all of you! Thanks for being great!
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
I love my amazing husband and sweet children, but some of my favorite times are "SISTER" times. There are times when nothing is as good as a night out with the girls. Girls night out with no kids pulling at my legs. . ."excuse me mom". . ."excuse me mom". . . no crying, no stinky pants, no "You need to love your brother," "give your sister a love," just me with the girls having a night out. Jen, Kiss, and I had a great time at CPK. First things first. . .I just can't get over delicious food. . . .I had the best "Steak out" salad. Second, When the girls get together the whole world stops spinning and we just laugh (way to loud), talk about things you don't talk about (boobs), and just have way too much fun. Time flies way too fast and our outing is usually too short. Thanks for having a Birthday Lyss! We need more birthdays!
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Friday, May 4, 2007
When you read a really great blog do you feel inspired to leave a tip? How 'bout if your checker at Albertsons does a fabulous job, do you tip? But if a server does a mediocre job do you still feel like you need to tip?
Last night I had a hot date with a beautiful woman and our waitress was tolerable at best (really a C- performance) but I still felt like I had to tip. Why is this? I did a quick survey with some of my friends and the resounding answer was Yes you have to tip. Odd, I thought. Servers accept the job knowing the wage. If the pay is too low they should negotiate it. Why should I be guilted in to leaving a substantial tip to cover the employee's inability to negotiate an appropriate pay? And why is it only expected to tip servers?
I can count on one hand the number of times I got a tip (thanks Brooke and Jason)- and I do important work- I mean come on, what is more tip worthy a great home loan (arguably the most important financial investment most people make) or the delivery person who brings out plate of spaghetti and random offerings of beverages? I mean come on, the server doesn't even cook it! Pssshhh.
I got to talking with some kids at the office and we decided it is more appropriate to tip for services that we couldn't / don't want to provide ourselves. Example-the doctor who delivered my babies-without them we would have been in a real rough spot... yet no tip. The guy who fixes our cars... or repairs my racing bike, again important work that I can't do, but no tip. However, the teenage gal who walks back and forth 30 feet to a kitchen... TIP.
Crazy, I tell you. My little brain just doesn't understand. What are your thoughts? Let's weigh in here. . . Tip or no tip- and when!?