Loving my family

I want to stop time. I feel like I will never complain again that my house is a mess and that I am stressed from the chaos (maybe its possible). I just printed some of these pictures from 7 years ago. And my big kids use to be babies, and it goes too fast,

and I am so sad.

Baby Logan

My little buddy use to ride in the grocery cart when we went shopping, and now he's too big, he's seven.

I am going to go look at my big kids sleeping in their beds, and my little kids sleeping in their big beds, and my little bitty baby sleeping in her bassinet, which is still next to Bruce and my bed... and I am going to kiss them all, and I am going to cry because it hurts to see them get big.

I am so glad that this morning I was exhausted, and Bruce felt bad, and told me to take a night off and go do whatever I wanted without children. And I am so glad that by myself I went to the temple for my "night out". Because now I am filled with so much love for my little family it hurts, because I can hardly fit it all in my heart. I am so thankful for the power of prayer, because I needed it tonight.

I love my family. I love the temple.

Big Logan

Ashlin is such an awesome photographer. She took this picture of Logan jumping off this little tikes slide on to our trampoline below.

But his foot is lined up perfectly so it looks like he's walking on our wall... and he's a giant.

logan's big day

Something my kids LOVE about Bruce's work, is that when they have school breaks he ROCKS AS A DAD and takes the kids one at a time for a "day at work" with him. They mostly watch movies on his lap top, love going out to lunch with him, and Emma talks the ears off of all the nurses. (And I think they really love a day away from "chores at home" with mom)

But this Chrismas break Logan lucked out and had quite the day
with dad in surgery.

WARNING-GROSS PICTURES BELOW

This is a picture of a poor dog, ready and shaved for surgery, laying on the surgery table. This is a growth on his side.

Logan got to watch Bruce remove this big huge growth.

This is Logan holding the tumor Bruce removed:

How huge and gross is that. Poor doggy :(

Bruce said he doesn't see them that big very often.

Logan wanted to bring these pictures to school and show his whole class.(I didn't want to inflict any emotional damage on the children though, from the graphic nature of the bloody pics.)

See post below for more pictures of Bruce at work.

Bruce's Work

This is Logan and Lily at Bruce's hospital a few years back...

look how cute and little bitty Lily is.

Bruce loves his job. And the kids love having a dad who is a Veterinarian, it is just such a great "dad career"... gross stories, loveable creatures and fun "visit dad at work" days.

My sister Carrie does a little preschool, and I never posted their cute fieldtrip to Bruce's hospital. They brought in their own stuffed animals and Dr. Vernon did free check-ups all around!

How cute is this.

loving the above left girls hair... her and I could be pals

above, he weighed each of the kids with their pet on the dog scale.

Look at the cute boy to the rights face below... wow, if that is his face for a stuffed monkey check up, I don't know how he would have handled the above post with Logan holding a tumor.

My CUTE nephew Cooper is the one above with his mouth on the table... how can a kid resist the cool feel of stainless steel... we just won't tell him how many animals have pooped and peed and puked and bled on that table. ha ha.


Bruce is so cute with kids. I LOVE my husband, he is just so perfect. I really still don't understand how I got so lucky.

Chicken Wings

Dallin's 11 year old scout troop went on a 7.2 mile hike. Bruce, who went with them, came home laughing, that for the last half of the hike they talked about... seriously... chicken wings, prompted by Dallin I am sure, who is obsessed with them. They were all talking tough about suicide wings, how HOT they could eat, and lots of boasting and such.

The prize for straight A's at our house is a night out with mom or dad. And if you're Dallin, that means a night at Native Newyorker for Chicken wings.

When Dallin got straight A's I told him we should invite his buddies to go with him and Bruce, so they could have their own "Chicken Wing Challenge".

I, ofcourse, made invitations:

When they got home, it was so funny. They walked in and I said, "How did it go?" To which Connor immediately replied, "not good" and walked straight to the bathroom. Bruce informed me that it wasn't his first visit. It was his first time having chicken wings, and Connor told me that it will probably be the last. (though he was such a good sport and still had fun)

The other boys however, loved their wings. They challenged eachother to each eat 1 suicide wing:

Isaac walked in the house telling me, "the suicide wings aren't even hotter then the medium".

To which Bruce responded, "then why were you crying when you ate the suicide wing??!"

And Isaac exclaims loudly, "they were tears of JOY!"

Ha ha, Dallin and DJ were cracking up at him because he cried while eating the suicide wing, and Bruce says, "you guys were crying too!"

And Dallin and DJ said, "we didn't CRY we just had tears in our eyes... but Isaacs tears were running down his face!!!"

Ha ha, it was so funny. They had fun, but apparently the physical reaction to eating a suicide wing is tears.

Then they played Rockband all night for their guys party.
I love these boys.

Cowboys in the Play-offs

Bruce was SO excited the Cowboys were in the play-offs, that he wanted to have a party. Bruce and Logan put on their Cowboys Jerserys. Dallin, who didn't have any Cowboys propoganda to wear, instead of complaining, got out an old white under shirt and some sharpee markers, and made his own. How inventive is that... his buddy DJ saw it and borrowed some of our Sharpee markers to make himself a shirt as well:

At least the Cowboys won their FIRST play off game, when we had a bunch of people over to watch... (my sister Carrie came with these cakes, how sweet)

When the Cowboys lost their 2nd play off game this weekend Bruce said, "I am sad, but I am not going to cry like I would have when I was younger."

Now hasn't my husband matured so nicely?

Time out

The unfortunate post events of Emma's birthday:

Poor Lily. Emma got some presents for her birthday that were just neat enough to be beyond a temptation level that Lily could withstand. While Emma was at school Lily opened the scrapbook package and got everything out. Poor Lily had to go to time out. And just to break my heart, after 5 minutes there, she fell asleep.

It never ceases to amaze me how often, when my kids do something especially naughty, they fall asleep, and I realize, they were probably just really tired and it was effecting their decision making skills. This still happens to me when I'm really tired.