Wednesday, March 19, 2014

goodbye second, hello third

 
These pictures are in no particular order.  Ain't nobody got time for that. 
 
28 weeks along.  2nd trimester was smooth and healthy.  Full of headaches (I am not kidding...I've had a headache since November.  This baby better be super, super cute and quiet) and ice eating.  My teeth may fall right out of my mouth.
 Baking with Larry.  I always tell him he should own a bakery.
 My two BFFs.  They play all day long and seriously, seriously love each other.
 
 This one got a mysterious bruise on her cheek.  People ask me about it and I feel like I'm lying when I tell them I have no idea how it happened.  I dressed her like her Grandma KK last week and laughed for a good minute.
 Picture I sent to Kristi when she texted to ask if I'd cut back on ice that day.  I think the caption was, "Tomorrow is a new day." 
 
 We spent a summer in Dallas and ate Blue Bell every night.  I recently spotted this at our local Albertson's and almost died -- Blue Bell is now in Vegas.  I'm in big, big trouble.
 My three babes. 
 Ruby Sue who is obsessed with the library.  Singing time puts her over the top.
 Ponytail at the park
 She has rock collections like this everywhere...piles in the yard, piles in the house, piles in my bed...
 The night we slept while some awesome thugs threw this rock through our window and took my gym bag.  I hope they really really needed two diapers and some hand weights. 
 Baseball season is here and we now have double practice and double games.  Tod is a good dad.  Comes home early and takes them and stays after to practice batting.  I feel like I'd do those things but I'm so big plus I don't know how to pitch plus I feel really tired.
 
 
 Please can Larry always fit in these shorts.
 And please can Ruby always fit in her red cowgirl boots and dance on our porch.
 And please can Lennon always be proud to wear pig makeup for The Three Little Pigs Opera at school.
 And finally -- wrestling is over.  I am so proud of Lennon.  I'll avoid the details but will say this -- that kid is a hard worker.  He is so determined.  I've never seen so much passion in a six year old.  He became a real wrestler this season and blew our minds.  Excited to see what his future holds.
 
We all felt like this when the season wrapped up -- time to move on.  And get some fresh air. 
 
Third trimester...we are ready for you.

Monday, February 10, 2014

canada in january

The first thing I want to say is that I don't hate Canada OR Canadians.  I am slightly bitter that they took two of our best friends almost five years ago.  Otherwise, I find their country to be odd but pleasant.  People in Canada are nice.  Polite.  Even if you rear ended someone in Canada, they'd probably apologize and ask if YOU were okay. 

I also want to say that when I entered my plane's terminal to leave Las Vegas, I was already in Canada.  Everyone seated around me looked like they were about to duck hunt...in 1985.  It was like traveling back in time and to some wooded area where people wore camo hats and a lot of Ed Hardy t-shirts.  I may have even seen a couple Stussy and No Fear logos.

Upon landing in Canada I was taken even further back in time.  Now we're in my birth year of 1981 or maybe even before.  Where am I supposed to go?  I have no clue because there is NO ONE WORKING IN THE AIRPORT.  The only employees I encountered were the ones sitting behind their glass in Customs who made me feel and act like a liar when asking why I was entering their country. 

View after landing.  Where am I and what year is this.
Them: So, what brings you to Calgary?
Me: My best friend's birthday.
Them: Huh...seems like a big trip to take in the middle of winter for a birthday, eh?
Me: Yeah...well she's a really, really great friend.

I couldn't even make eye contact.

 I woke up to this view.  Megan's street is like an icy obstacle course.  I grew up in the snow but this was extreme.  And I was told I visited during a warm front.
 Clayton planned a weekend for us in Banff.  Pictures don't even come close -- it was breathtaking.

 
 And of course Megan suggested that we take the gondola ride that is way too high for way too long.  If you know me you know that I was peeing in my pants, scared out of my mind, saying prayers and goodbyes to my kids...
 My sweaty handprint on the glass.
 

 I was all about individual pictures but then Megan decided to COME TO MY SIDE OF THE GONDOLA for a picture of us both.  I only smiled so she'd go back to her bench and even out the weight again.  We're lucky we didn't tip over completely.
 View at the top

Who knows who rode one of these on their first dates?
 
Another note: In Canada, you have OUTDOOR shoes and INDOOR shoes.  You wear outdoor shoes to get in and out of your car, drop off your kids, etc...once you enter a building, you pull out the indoor shoes and change.  I was so exhausted by the end of it all.  Coats and hats and gloves and boots and indoor/outdoor shoes...
 
Canadians don't rock climb...they ice pick up walls like this.  And kids don't throw footballs around, they ice skate and play ice hockey all day long.
 
Canadians also don't live to impress each other.  The most refreshing part of my visit was seeing how simple life is up there.  People live in regular houses, drive regular cars and wear regular clothes.  The rich have houses next door to middle class families and people aren't caught up in name brands and designer labels.
 
I didn't see one Range Rover.  Sometimes in Vegas I'm sitting at a stop light between two Range Rovers and I ask myself what planet I'm on.  It becomes silly.  In Canada it seemed as though people worked to earn a living but spent most of their energy and focus on their families. Even though their Grammy's are a bit of a joke, their accents are weird and all their celebrities have to come here to get famous...I think they have it right.
 
Not pictured:
 
The date Clayton took us on to the best Italian restaurant in downtown Calgary. 
 
Their adorable three kids whom I was sad to leave.
 
Watching free healthcare in action -- flu shots at zero cost.
 
I've said it before but I'll say it again -- Megan and I are friends because we are not the same.  We can argue over anything or convince each other of most things too.  During lunch I was expressing my concern for our country and the decline of family values and Megan said I sounded like Bill O'Reilly.  She makes me laugh.
 
Thank you Petersons.  I loved visiting your icy arctic tundra.  Next time come to the desert.  All you'll need are flip flops.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

January

 This month marked a year since we all lost Sully.  Beautiful balloon launch for him after school. 

 Tod moved his office over Christmas.  He's now five minutes away instead of 30.  That means lunch at his office whenever mom wants a little break and some fries.
 I found this in Lennon's scriptures and laughed pretty hard.  Lennon is a boy.
 Sweet sweet Larry my lover.
 Our family cheered for the 49ers all season just to lose to the Seahawks in the semifinals.  Larry cried and swore he wouldn't watch the Superbowl.  It was pretty heartbreaking.

 Wrestling...it's all my boys do in the winter.  Lennon took 6th at a national tournament in Utah last weekend.  Which is a big deal considering last year he didn't win one match at that same tournament and went home without even a win.  He has so much heart and determination.
 Dad and Larry after tournament
 Lennon's hardcore fans
 Larry is his biggest fan -- screams and screams and screams from the bleachers when Lennon wrestles.  Cute to us...probably annoying to everyone else.
 
 Grandma and Grandpa spent a week with us.  Grandpa got to see the tournament despite a broken arm and Grandma got to spend alone time with Ruby.  Everybody won.


 Meanwhile I headed north to surprise Megan for her birthday.  Post on this trip later.  It was cold but so beautiful.  There was not ONE OTHER PERSON FROM VEGAS on my flight to or from Canada.  There's a good reason for this. 
 
And ps, if anyone ever needs to renew their passport in less than 36 hours, give me a call.  It was a miracle I even made the trip.  I almost posted a picture of the new passport but then pictured some creep stealing my identity and thought better of it. 
 
Street smarts.