Category Archives: WyattIt was the day! First, four wheeling up at Beaver Springs. Then, dinner at the diner. Then, drumroll please . . . Everett’s first Rodeo! It was a lovely evening. *Sigh.* Leslee & Jason, Jared, and Beth & Alex all came along this year.
We went on an evening hike with our friends, the Fletchers & Sparks. I’ve never heard of this waterfall before, but it was a mo’ easy hike:
Afterwards:
The funniest story from my quick jaunt to Nauvoo came a few days after I returned. I was talking to Alexa, and received the report: Alexa asked: Is your daddy taking care of you while you are gone. Olivia, somberly: Yes. But we have to be nice to daddy. Alexa: You do? Why do you have to be nice to your daddy? Olivia: Because he’s not a mommy. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. I’ll admit, in terms of birthdays spectacular, this was not. But it was a nice evening in any event.
Wyatt’s grandma turned 100 last week. I don’t know about you, but I think that’s impressive. Along with a big birthday party last Saturday, my sister-in-law, Katie, set up for Grandma to attend a Jazz game. Grandma LOVES the Jazz. Not only did she get to go, but she sat in Jazz-owner Greg Miller’s seats. object classid=”clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000″ codebase=”http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0″ height=”324″ width=”576″> Apparently they had a big to-do about it during half time. I’m sure grandma was thrilled. Check it out:
Olivia wanted a pet. She’s wanted a pet for months and months now. At first it was deep sighs and desperate pleadings for a kitty {and why not? Lyssy and ‘Azanah have at least seventeen!) And then it was gentle recollections: “remember when we had a doggie, Mom?” One day a few weeks ago Olivia asked me first thing: “Mom, can we go visit Cowboy today?” An explanation of why that was not possible was followed with the statement, emphasized with all the feeling of a four year old heart: “I want a pet so bad.” And so on Monday Wyatt surprised us all, saying: “Tonight for family home evening we will go to the store and get some pet fish.” That evening, kids in tow, we visited our local PetSmart. We looked at the brightly colored canaries in their cages, we oohed at the bright tree frogs, and awed at the ginormous gilla monsters. Then we looked at the fish: Gold Fish were only 13¢ per. But the Betas: 30x more in cost, were 50x more hearty. So we were told by the acne-prone teenager with his pants cinched too high. I’m partial to Beta’s myself. Our 26¢ excursion turned into $11.79 with food. As we climbed into the car, balancing plastic tuperwares of fish and water, we asked each elated child: what will you name your fish. Olivia said emphatically: Cursey. I don’t know where she came up with the name. And Cal said, as if he had thought over the “coolness” implications long and hard: “Fish, the Dawg!” Calvin sent daddy a postcard today.
Daddy sent one back.
And he sent one to Olivia for good measure.
No one sent me a post card. PS – Notice that Calvin used proper punctuation. This is the little book I made for Wyatt for Valentines Day. Love the boy.
December 31, 2009
Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas
let your heart be light
From now on our troubles will be out of sight
Through the years we all will be together if the fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
and have yourself a Merry Little Christmas now.
This morning Wyatt finally came up to our room after sleeping on the couch all night. “What is that?” he asked? I didn’t even open my eyes. “Spit up.” I told him. “Go get a towel.” Wyatt put a towel over the puddle of spit up, laid down and went back to sleep. I was already sleeping on a towel of my own. Everett projectiled on both sides of the bed last night. Two nights ago I was rocking baby Everett in my chair, Wyatt was wrapping up a diaper to take outside. “When did this become our life?” he wondered. “Diapers and spit up . . . I mean, look, you have spit up on the shoulder of your brand new sweatshirt.” I decided that wasn’t the best moment to tell him how Everett had peed all over me earlier that day . . . when I was wearing his pajamas. Last week Calvin came into the bed in the middle of the night. I didn’t think anything of it, and cuddled him close through the night. Then at some point he started to dry heave, a sound that sends alarms through my body. From the dead of sleep I jumped up, grabbed him, and ran in the blind dark to the toilet. There was vomit on his jammies, and my shirt, but I thought I had rescued my bed. When I returned to inspect the sheets, I found no vomit on them or the pillow Cal was sleeping on. But I did find two fist sized spots . . . on the pillow I had been sleeping on. They were already crusty, giving evidence to the fact that they were from earlier in the night. Who knows how long I had been sleeping on it. So yes. This is our life. Spit up and vomit and diapers and body fluid. And cuddles and sleepy babies and lovies. We made cookies with our friend Braydon. Awesome.
We took rides on the four wheeler.
We discovered our phone camera and used it to take lots of random fun pictures when we were out playing racquettball with the Enghs.
We watched the first heavy snowfall of the year.
We went to see Hello Dolly at the high school for my birthday. It was so much fun.
This week brought the many happy returns of old friends.
Wyatt’s friend Sarah from high school was in town. We got together with her one evening.
Andi called last Saturday and said she and Jeff would be passing through on their way to Yellowstone. My dog Yellow loves to roam . . . By Tuesday she had made it to Salt Lake. We spent time in the afternoon just hanging out, and that night went to dinner with her parents, Cheryl and Chris.
Then on Friday we got a very exciting call from Anna. I had heard through the grapevine that she was moving back but didn’t know when. Friday she was here.
What a great thing it is to have friends. So, in case you couldn’t tell by my posts last week, Wyatt was out of town. He went on a fishing trip into the back country of the Wind Rivers, Wyoming. If he gets so motivated, he can tell his stories here. In the mean time, I’ll let these awesome pictures tell the story.
We love July. This is another reason why.
Yesterday I cleaned my room all by myself. It took me a long, long, LONG time, but I’m only 3. Oh, and Calvin helped. Sort of.
Today I was tired because I worked so hard. So mommy took me and Calvin to the pool with Kellie and Jaxon and Logan and Kirtland. I practiced putting my face in the water, and kicking my legs. I’m a good swimmer I think.
Mommy forgot her camera. She was sad. She thinks she needs a little WATERPROOF camera JUST for the pool – one that fits and conceals easily in her pool bag. I think it would be a great tool for recording many happy memories of my childhood, ensuring less therapy bills when I am older. What do you think?
This morning when we went outside we found that someone had tried to decorate our house with toilet paper.
Then I tried to redecorate with the same toilet paper. But it was wet from the sprinklers. Mommy says she will save some for you to clean up when you get home, so you don’t miss out on all the fun.
When you get home will you take me fishing? I love summer. Love, ♥Olivia PS – Last night we watched the BEST movie EVER! It was called “Happiest Millionaire” – the extended version!! I loved it, and want to watch it again with you.
Dear Dadda ~ Remember last week when I flushed my toothbrush down the toilet. And the toilet clogged, and you thought it was auntie Leslee? And mommy couldn’t even find the toothbrush even though she double-bagged her hand and dug around looking for it? Well, today it reappeared. Now our toilet is toothbrush free.
Mommy says she remembers vaguely the days when she didn’t even know how to use a plunger. Olivia was relieved because now I have my toothbrush back, so I won’t get cavities. Oh, and I pooped no less than a kajillion times today. Mommy finds it relieving that my bowels work so regularly. Mommy is an optimist – glass half-full sort of person. Love, Calvin. Hey Babe, Today was an exciting day – full of fees and paperwork. That’s right, I submitted everything to the county for the building permit. I even got our septic and water permits done. Greg (survey guy) said he thinks we might have problems with the driveway and access. More about that when you get home.
Beth and I also attempted to paint the shelves. It’s so hot outside, they’d dry in no time. But where is the paint tray? We cleaned off the front porch. Guess how long that lasted before the kids had brought out more toys? Marsha and Kylie came home. It sounds like they had a great trip.
Here is my happy thought.
Love, Andrea Dear D A D D Y,
Today we played games. We watched some shows while mommy napped. Mommy watched some shows while we napped.
We made zucchini bread. I put in the sugar and eggs. I love sugar. I like to lick it off the counter when it “accidentally” spills.
I shared my popsicles with Calvin, and Calvin shared his smarties with me. We miss you. Are you having fun? Olivia
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