a year ago this week...

A year ago this week we moved! That just seems crazy crazy to me. Here is our last family picture taken on Brush Canyon Drive. Just in the last little bit have I started peeking at the pictures from that time. A year ago, we were 3 days into packing up our house. It took professionals that long to pack us. And yes, we had a lot of stuff. The third day was the worst day. We finally got all loaded up and had to say our goodbyes. Probably the worst day in my life (aside from putting Scout to sleep, that now ranks up there pretty high too). Oh goodness, I had better get off now. I just spent a few minutes looking at pictures and before things gets ugly, I'm off to take Hannah someplace and pick up Hunter. Life goes on! I will sit back and think as I drive how thankful I am we landed in such a great spot, with such great friends!!

Happy Birthday Hannah!

Little girl Hannah

This morning-Hannah and her new bike!!

Hannah at Christmas with her new Easy Bake Oven. There have been some delish treats coming out of that bad boy ;)

It's Hannah's birthday today, she is 10 years old. Where does the time go? I remember just like yesterday we were bringing her home from the hospital. Hannah hated the car when she was little...so little...like the first time she EVER rode home. She screamed the entire car ride home from the hospital. I remember turning to Scott and saying that this was not a good sign. She stayed unhappy in the car until she was about 1. Unhappy=screaming the entire car ride :) It was a lovely experience to be with her in the car. It really only bothered me when others were in the car, I had grown to ignore it. But other people still felt the need to help her...there was no helping haha. She still gets car sick today, poor girl. Luckily, the screaming has stopped.

She is a beautiful strong, smart, good girl that is a little on the stubborn side. I have no idea where she gets the stubborn part, haha. Happy Birthday to my Hannah Banana Girl.

Friday's report

On Friday, Scott and I went to Chipotle for lunch. We always get guacamole to share...with chips of course. Hope has really decided she likes the guac. So much in fact, we might need to order two from now on ;) I don't like to be gipped on my guac. Anyway, she was calling it "sauce". "I need more sauce" "More sauce!" "Give me the sauce!" You get the picture. Today, we were driving home from Costco, and Hope was getting tired. She had been sucking her thumb, when all of a sudden she started crying and said she had sauce in her eye. Sauce?? Like guac sauce? I didn't get it. Luckily, we stopped at a red light and I turned around. She must have rubbed her eye with a spitty hand. She got spit in her eye and was calling it sauce. Spit=sauce, guacamole=sauce BUT spit does not equal guacamole. Hope, don't you know anything??

Friday, we celebrated Hannah's birthday party. She invited several of her friends over for a big old bash of a party. She has very nice friends, so it was a good night. I love how she pretty much plans the whole deal, and tells me what needs to be bought. I did come up with an idea all on my own. We made these crepe paper flowers. So, lovely. Plus, it kept them busy for a while. Parties are getting so much easier for the older kids. Ahhhh!! Tomorrow is her real birthday-10 years, I can't believe it.

Apparently, Friday was a big day. Right after Hannah's party (that ended at 9) we went to my friend's party. She had a surprise birthday party for her husband. She threw a PROM! Everybody was supposed to dress in cheesy prom attire. I borrowed a lovely full length formal dress from my friend Julie, I looked gor-geous-for sure!! We were only able to make about an hour, but it was fun. She had a ton of 80's music. Forever Young was the theme. It was held at the church in the gym, where else right? There was a disco ball, smoke machine, and a punch bowl. Good times!!

Scout has been gone for one week today. We are all doing fine. Scout was cremated...he is sitting in a box on my mantel. Yuck, I know. He will be buried up on the hill. Believe me, it's better than what Hunter wanted.

new music

I got this new CD after the grammies and I like it, just thought I'd share.

Farewell

Scout: May 1994-February 16, 2009

Our new little puppy.
Taken today, right at the end.

Farewell to our doggie Scout. He will really be missed. We were all there until the end. It was as sad as that darn Marley and Me movie. Sadder. We were all doing the ugly cry, but I know we did the right thing. It was time.

Here's to rocking 36

So, on Monday morning I was sitting at play group chatting it up with one of the Moms there. I hadn't really talked to her much-so we were getting to know each other. She asked if Hope was my only child, Oh heavens no I say back...she is the baby. I have a 12 year old, a 9 almost 10 year old and a 6 almost 7 year old. She then asks how old I am. Oh, I'm 36 turning 37 this year. Why did I have to say I'll be turning 37 this year, good heavens my birthday is in October I just barely turned 36 ;) Anyway, then the girl on the other side joins in with, you are 36? You don't look 36. Oh, yeah, the other lady replies, you don't look 36!! I start to smile to myself...thanks...I think. When did 36 get to be old anyway? I wasn't aware that at 36 it would be such a shocker. You'd have thought that I announced to the group I was turning 50 and was in menopause. Really, I was not offended AT ALL, but it did strike me as funny.

I got married so young, I have always felt so young. I even lied to people when I was in PTA school about how old I was. I gave myself a few years, so people wouldn't comment about how I was freakishly young to be married. Believe me I heard it, I didn't care I was happy...I just lied a little to avoid the attention.

Then today, I go on Facebook and somebody has suggested I be friends with someone. Okay, I look at the picture, it's a picture of the girl I know, Her husband AND HER BABY. WHAT??!! When did that happen? I remember when her mother was pregnant with her, and if it wasn't her then it was her little sister. BUT still, she can't be more than a couple years older. I remember when she was a baby!! I eventually came to grips when my YW from Houston started getting married, and then having babies. It was a gradual progression. But, when out of nowhere, something like this hits you, it's almost too much to bare. Okay, so I might be over-reacting just a little, but I did keep trying to convince myself, that that couldn't possibly be who I thought it was. Maybe, I got the names mixed up and really this girl is her older sister. But no, it's not. Her older sister is as old as Holly and probably has as many kids as I do. Goodness.

Here's to rocking 36!!!!!!!

We were all up late last night, so the kids slept in until 7:30-ooooh, right? I was in the mood to stay IN bed and read, so I sent Hunter down to check on Scout and take him out. He came up with a happy report, Scout got right up, went potty and came back in and ate some food. Hannah helped by feeding the hungry beast (Hope). I stayed in bed until 8:30 and finished my book. It was a nice morning.

Then the work began. Saturday=work day in our house...I tried to get everyone in the spirit by singing a little song (of my own creation). It was lovely I assure you. Much to my surprise, Hannah joins in. Hmmm. Then all of a sudden she stops and says, "Mom that isn't how that song goes?" What, I made that song up, it goes how I want it to go. "Ohhhh..." was her response. I'm talented I know.

I'm off to the gym before it gets too late and I should be embarrassed showing up at the gym with bed head and no make-up.

Elder Care

I have mentioned before, but Scout is not doing good. Scout is our soon to be 15 year old Golden Retriever. He hasn't been doing great for some time, but this week he has definitely taken a turn for the worse. He didn't eat for 4 days, yesterday he ate some from Hunter's hand. This morning, he got up from his bed and was going to go with me to the bus stop with the kids. He got about half way there, and his back leg started going all weird. He fell over and had a seizure. It's his third this week...that I know of. I called the vet, because I wanted his opinion/advice about when to say when. He doesn't seem to be in much pain...he is getting some good meds for arthritic pain. But he is getting close, and it's sad. I was talking to my friend Shelley this morning at the gym (she has a Golden named Heidi) and she was reading someplace about how Goldens will hang on, past their prime just for their owners. She asked me if I had said bye yet. And it might be kind of weird, but I already had. In fact, it was kind of interesting, I had a good talk with Scout over the weekend about just that. Wouldn't you know it, he has gone down hill since then. The vet thinks that he has a brain tumor, not sure and we'd have to have an MRI done to be sure, but that's what he thinks.



Scout has been the best dog ever. Hunter wants to bury him in the backyard...I can't do that. I don't want parts getting dug back up, gross! All of the kids have really stepped it up helping with Scout and loving on him, but this has definitely been the hardest on Hunter. I'd let that kid take care of me anytime I was sick. Every morning I hold my breath...thinking this could be the morning we find him. I'm not quite sure I'm ready to take him in...but it's getting close.

I never knew...

I never knew football cards could be so stressful. Hayden is into football cards, he likes looking at them, he likes trading them. Sometimes, he trades with older boys and sometimes he gets ripped off. But you know what...they are his cards and if he is happy then...until he trades cards that aren't his cards but his brothers...then we have a problem. Not that Hunter "collects" football cards anymore. But heaven forbid you trade his Tom Brady. :) Oh my goodness. I'm tired. I'm tired of hearing about football cards. Hopefully, the trade can be undone tomorrow. Why is it that some 5th grade boys want to rip off a 1st grader. Meany boys.

I was at Hunter's basketball game today and Hope pooped. Hope pooped so bad, my eyes started watering. On facebook today, I mentioned I still like her morning breath. It's still baby sweet. BUT NOT HER POOP. That, ain't so sweet. Before I knew it, she had poop all up her back. I had a poop emergency on my hands. I had not had a poop emergency on my hands for a long time. I didn't even have clothing back-ups. Poor girl had to ride home in just her diaper. I did have the heat blaring (I was sweating) for her. It's all good...now anyway.

Is it bed-time yet? For my kids, not me. I want to park it and watch a good show, what's on?? American Idol, Hollywood week. That's a goodie. Oh good, I hear Hunter and Hayden talking about what makes a good card- he is being nice to Hayden. Ahh, music to my ears.