Monday, September 29, 2008

how to get kittens...

The conversation with Josh outside this afternoon:
Josh: Cindy (our kitten) is a mommy cat.
Me: No, she doesn't have babies so she is not a mommy yet.
Josh: She needs to get married so she can have kittens.
Me: Is Popcicle (our mother cat) married?
Josh: Yes- how do you think we got these kittens???

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Ya doin okay?

I had a filling and a crown scheduled at the dentist last week. The crown kept falling off and having to be re-done and the filling ended up being a root canal. The dentist had a hard time getting to the nerve because it had shrunk down. I was in the chair for over 3 hours- I still feel like I was hit in the side of the head by a baseball bat. And just as the dentist was about to finish, he says,
"ya doin okay?"

note to self....

This is the note that my 90 year old Grandpa has next to his back door that goes into the garage to remind him what he needs when he leaves the house. He even hung it with a nail...
It says:
GLASS (not sure on that one)
It is one of my favorite things, and i have yet to be able to take it down. There isn't much left in the house. Progress has been pretty fast, and I think there is only one, maybe two, days left...
I am grateful for the experience.

It's time....

I miss my husband...

I need some sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!

Though my kids are getting older, I still feel like this!

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

My favorite four year old.....

This mornings conversation with Zack:
Zack: Mom, we need a girl sister.
Me: Oh really- what if it comes out another boy?
Zack: Then we can just give it to another family....

Friday, September 19, 2008

I believe I can fly....

As we got home tonight, Zack raced to the costume box that we just got out of storage yesterday. He had been waiting all day to get home and dress up in his Buzz Light year costume. I zipped him in it and we did our best Buzz and Woody impressions- running around the house- him with his (very loud and annoying) zapper guns, and me with my finger pistols. Of course he shot me dead- which he loved and he moved on to annoy Bradley with the whole "hands up" game. I started to get dinner ready and noticed things were quiet... Never good. I peaked into the front room and Zack sat very quiet and still- and whimpering a bit. I asked if he was okay and he looked up at me with his big baby blues and began to sob! I asked him if he was hurt- and he began to rub his bum and nod... I asked him what happened and he oh so quietly answered back, "I tried to fly..."
He really IS my favorite four year old!

Tin man...

Last month I sold Josh's horse- it was the spring kind that you bounce on. He was absolutely beside himself with grief- cried for hours and moaned around the house like I had told him Christmas was canceled this year. I sell everything, and if it isn't worth selling, I take it to Goodwill. Sometimes I buy toys and get rid of them a month or so later- I HATE clutter and get a high from keeping it out of my house. I am weird- but clean... Ryan is sentimental, it drives me crazy because he keeps things. Most days I have to warn him when I am in the mood to throw things away and he hides things from me. When we told Zack that we were selling the horse, he leaned over, took a good look at it, slapped it on the butt and said, "it's just a stupid girl horse anyway." I smiled, turned to Ryan and said, "He's just like me..." To which Ryan replied, "Heartless??"
Now fast-forward to yesterday. My Grandpa Gunderson was in the hospital. He had strained his old heart (the man is 90) carrying large boxes of stuff from his downstairs to his garage trying to clean out the basement. While in the hospital everyone agreed that it was time that he moved out of his house and in with my Uncle and Aunt. I went over last night and started helping Grandpa clean his house to get it ready to sell. It was meant to be easy- this is my "thing".
One of the first things we came across was Grandma's magnifying glass- she passed away in 2001. I turned it around and around in my hands remembering it always being on the kitchen counter where she could easily find it with her bad eyes. I could not throw it away- I sat it on the end of the counter where it belonged and moved on. Most things were easy to find pile for, we worked hard. Then today, I went to clean out the bathroom and there were Grandma's curlers and combs. The saturday evenings and Sunday morning memories spent with Grandma in her curlers for church while my dad was outside farming flooded back to me. Along with the memories came the tears- I stood in the bathroom, covered in dust as the tears streamed down my face- there was no way I could throw away Grandma's curlers.
So here's to you my husband- I have found my heart- at least a piece of it. It is curlers and magnifying glasses. It is early morning milking time which I spent eating toast and watching price of right with my Grandma- it is the evening milking time that I spent eating cheese and crackers watching wheel of fortune- it is always knowing that if Grandma was not in the house I could find her bent at the waist picking weeds in her garden and help her pick peas. It is reading "Are you my Mother" for the 1000th time- which by that time Grandma's eyes were so bad that she could only read it to us because she had it memorized.
That is where a large part of my sentimental heart is- with my Grandma- where it will stay forever.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Happy Birthday Mr Z

Zachary Grant Willard was born in Sanford, Florida on the afternoon of September 15th, 2004.

He weighed 8lbs 13 oz and was 21 inches long.
Happy birthday my favorite FOUR year old!!!

For his birthday, Zack got a new bike. He will be speedy like Josh now!

Mom made him pretty much the coolest cake ever- she must love him!!

Zack wants to go to Texas Roadhouse for his birthday dinner. Rock on!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

For Sale....

"The hot hot day"
"I'll take $10 for that one"

"The blue sky"

"After the Rain"


""$80- That was a hard one"

"Tractor in the field"
"This one is $90, cause it's really nice"

If I were a member of the blogging family six and a half years ago, there would have been quite the post. The first picture would have shown my Dear Husband sitting in a hospital Emergency room in Arizona on Christmas eve. He was waiting to be seen for what we were about to find out was a broken collar bone.
Then there would be the picture of me, his lovely wife, hands in the air yelling at him in front of everyone about first, his stupidity in wanting to ride motorcycles And second,
"Did he not care about me and his unborn child enough to wear his helmet on that last run?"
At that moment I swore to him that he and all of our children to come would NEVER own a motorcycle. Yes, I was just a few weeks pregnant, and possibly, maybe slightly a bit hormonal at that moment.
Today, nearly seven years later, that very child that I was pregnant with comes to me and says he wants to race, yes RACE, four-wheelers. I of course tell him what every mom says- that we could never afford a $600 four-wheeler. He sat at the kitchen table and began to paint. He then informed me that he is going to sell his paintings on the computer and get money for his four-wheeler.
So, my fellow bloggers- here you have it- my son's entrepreneur skills have begun. He painted, dried, took pictures of the pictures and priced (if you couldn't tell) them with absolutely ZERO help from this mama.
If you want to make a six year old's dreams come true- feel free to purchase =) You never know, maybe someday he will be a famous racer and you can say you got him there.. If you don't want to see him with broken bones and cuts from such a machine, please let him know next time you see him what a great artist he is!

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Where were you.... 9-11-2001

Please... Never forget...

American Flight 11
(North Tower of the World Trade Center ( 8:46AM)
Captain John Ogonowski
First Officer Thomas McGuinness
F/A Barbara Arestegui
F/A Jeffrey Collman
F/A Sara Low
F/A Karen Martin
F/A Kathleen Nicosia
F/A Betty Ong
F/A Jean Roger
F/A Dianne Snyder
F/A Madeline Sweeney

United Flight 175
(South Tower of the World Trade Center ( 9:03AM)
Captain Victor Saracini
First Officer Michael Horrocks
F/A Robert J Fangman
F/A Amy N Jarret
F/A Amy R King
F/A Kathryn L Laborie
F/A Alfred G Marchand
F/A Michael C Tarrou
F/A Alicia N Titus

American Flight 77 (The Pentagon (9:37AM)
Captain Charles Burlingame
First Officer David Charlebois
F/A Michele Heidenberger
F/A Jennifer Lewis
F/A Kenneth Lewis
F/A Renee May

United Flight 93 (Newark-San Francisco)
A field near Shanksville, PA (10:03AM)
Captain Jason Dahl
First Officer Leroy Homer
F/A Lorraine G Bay
F/A Sandra W Bradshaw
F/A Wanda A Green
F/A Ceecee Lyles
F/A Deborah A Welsh

Friday, September 5, 2008

Watch out Utah...

Here we come!

Bradley enters the garage through the pantry in the kitchen.

The view from Zack and Bradley's bedroom.

Where else can you see the best udder around?

This is what kids look like after a long day at the fair. Josh had whined for at least 30 minutes that his feet hurt and he could not walk another foot. They all had their Culligan hats with feathers like we got at the fair when I was their age. They were so exhausted- but still smiley (except for Josh) who thought he was picked on for not getting to ride in the stroller.

This is why every person young and old should go to the fair.
Tiger Ears are simply one of the best things ever.

This is the reason that I would be happy to never go to another fair again.
I hate (hate hate hate) clowns! They creep me out- no matter how nice they are. This guy for instance, very sweet-still creepy!!

The food was good- the giant turkey leg left a LOT to be desired, but Josh and Bradley liked it.

We paused for a moment to watch the goats "best udder" being judged and awarded.
Thought of you mom...

Bradley was sure we had a celebrity in our midst when he saw this llama (aka TINA from Napoleon Dynamite). He kept yelling "Tina, eat the food!!"

Ryan took the boys on two rides- unbelievably expensive!! But they had fun. They went on a haunted house ride and a catapillar roller coaster. I was happy people watching from the side. The fair sure brings out a strange crowd!

pickin' corn

That was then:
The smell of corn brings back so many memories for me. Some good, and honestly most not so good. As a girl in my early teens, the last thing I wanted to do was be dragged out of bed oh so early in the morning to tug HUGE paper bags up and down the field picking corn. It was hot, yet we wore long sleeves to avoid the itch of the corn stalks- which in turn made it dreadfully hot. Many times there would be earwigs- which are just creepy. We would sit in the back of our pickup selling the corn all day. Then at the end of the summer we would use the money to take family vacations. Was it worth it, yes. Did I think it was worth it back then... maybe.
I used to find it so funny to see how many pieces of corn on the cob my Grandpa Hammond would eat. He would happily consume 8 or 9 pieces of corn, mashed potatoes, gravy, roast and rolls- then he would announce that his hunger pangs had nearly subsided. I miss him so much...
This is now:
My dad dropped off corn on the cob to my family- at our house- no work required. Beautiful! At our house we call Grandpa Garth's garden the Harry Potter garden as it is truly magical. Everything is giant sized and beautiful. Josh claims it to be the best garden in the world. And the corn? Of course it is amazing- Josh eats 4-5 pieces each meal. Tack it on to things we will miss when we move- Harry Potters Garden...

Old McDonald had a farm...

Ryan took the boys out to cut grain with his brother Greg. Josh said that it looks way more fun then it actually is. He says that about a lot of things lately... Unfortunately I had to stay home due to grain allergies- not because I wanted a break from the boys. (wink wink)

handsome boys...

There is just something about little boys in suits.... My boys love to sport their suits and cowboy boots each Sunday.