not quite right

Mae walks up to me with a tiny Polly Pocket shirt and says, "Here mom. This is a boob for your boobs" (I think she meant bra) and then proceeded to lift her shirt and point to her nipples.

"Oh, those are your nipples" I say to her matter of factly.

"Oh...then here is a boob for your...your..p..n..n...punilples! (puh-nil-pulls) Here is a boob for your punilples. Put it on!"

I may be small, but I'm not THAT small, darling.

hearts

twice a week Mae has preschool with three of her friends from our ward. We just rotate houses.

It was our turn to hold it at our home the other day, and I was schedule to teach about hearts. So we made heart sugar cookies. It was hit!

especially with me...

i dunno

supper and a scare

Heidi's hubby Roy came into town, so we thought this was the perfect week to go to our favorite Halloween activity: HAUNTED HOUSES!

Our favorite haunted house in SLC was Rocky Point, which was named the Nations Best. It was truly an amazing, and when the owner decided to retire it two years ago, we were devastated. Seriously. Some tears may have been shed as well as some screaming bloody murder into a pillow.

Well, come to find out, someone here in Arizona bought part of it and brought it here! Out of all the places! I knew moving to AZ was a good choice. We were STOKED.

First was din din at 3 Tomatoes and a Mozerella (best Italian ever!)

Roy, you're such a character! (Roy just got his hearing aids about two weeks ago, so it was fun watching his reaction to noise)

April, Heidi, and Me

Our friends Vincent and April and their cute twins, Bryce and Kathryn

We of course didn't get pictures of the Haunted House (The Haunting at Halloween Express) but it was awesome! They had a Pirates of the Caribbean section (you all know how I feel about those movies) and Davy Jones was incredible.

GOOD TIMES!

jack o lanterns

Halloween is my favorite holiday! Last week we had a pumpkin carving party while Roy was in town.

homemade tacos-yum!

last minute decor

our witches brew (dry ice+sprite+apple juice)

Let the fun begin!

Heidi and Mae

together at last!

guts

silence of the pumpkins

Hi-Nee's new helmet. its ALL the rage

reace for the cure

Sunday October 11 2009

Race for the Cure - Phoenix, AZ

I woke up to do the 5k in honor of my mom and her sister Kathy (she passed away when I was just a tot). I was late, ended up parking by the END of the race without knowing it (the race was a big square) and ended up walking it the entire way BACKWARDS trying to find the start line. But the time I got there, I had already walked the entire 3 miles. But hey, I did it. I was able to pick up my bib number at the end of the race. One guy still had his computer on and was kind enough to look me up. He gave me bib number "18888" and said "I hope 8 is your lucky number!" The crazy thing? It actually is.

At first I was really frustrated about not doing the race with everyone else, but after about 20 minutes of walking, I finally just turned my iPod off and thought about my mom and how grateful I am for her and that we are so lucky to still have her with us. Tears filled my eyes as I watched a young family pass by, the husband holding his wife so tight she could barely walk and holding a sign that said "Roxy survived!", along with their little girl who was gripping her moms hand tightly. There was a love between those three that really stood out, and I wished my mumsy was there so I could walk hand in hand with her.

I realized it didn't matter if I was running alongside everyone else or crab walking it backwards, I was there and that's what was important.

I love you mom!
on a side note, there were some AWESOME sites, like this old hotel. I love that it is called the "New Windsor Hotel" hee hee

This is what happens when you leave your laundry lying around when you stay at my house.



just a warning...

I'm too sexy for those diet books

I wrote a journal entry today. The feelings I expressed are something I would like to share.

I love reading about fitness and nutrition. I love feeling and looking my best. But its been a battle and an unhealthy one most of the time. I've never been overweight, but somehow I find myself tearing myself down on a daily basis, no matter what the scale says, wether its 104 (ya, I know) or 120 (according to the scale two days ago. HELLO. Healthy weight right? Not according to my inner demon)

I always find something that I hate about my body. And you know what? I'm tired of it. I'm tired of worrying about everything that goes in my mouth. I'm tired of getting out of the shower and grimacing at what I see in the mirror. I'm tired of saying "I'm fat" to my husband who rolls his eyes or gets angry with me for degrading myself. Seriously. I'm one of those girls, and it's not cool.

I have decided to look at it in a different light. The church teaches us that our bodies are a temple. And not one that everybody gets to look at. It's not a showroom for every person to scrutinize and judge. It is my body, and it is sacred.

My arms, that get to carry and hold my child, and my future children.

My legs, that make it possible for me to walk, run, skip, jump, dance, do cartwheels.

My face, that can cover a huge arrange of emotions, that tell my husband if I'm sad and I need a hug, that tell my daughter I'm upset and she needs to stop unrolling the toilet paper, that can make a funny face and make someone laugh. My stomach, that holds LIFE, for crying out loud. Its my biggest complaint spot, and yet I'm able to grow life inside of it! How ungrateful of me, how ungrateful of all of us. Seriously! What I can do with my body is as cool as something you'd see in a science fiction movie. My body creates life, and gives birth to life. Amazing. And I have the gall to pout about my poochy stomach and my flabby arms, blah blah blah.

Today I looked in the mirror and I started to study every inch of skin, and was about to make a face at my stomach when I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror. I told myself "That is a beautiful face. This is a body that Heavenly Father finds beautiful, that my husband finds irresistible, that my daughter can count on to snuggle up to. I'm so grateful."

And it felt good. It felt good not to yell at myself. I think we are so mean to ourselves!

"You're such a bad mom. You didn't give Mae a bath today"

"Gosh, I can't believe you didn't work out all week. You're such a hippo"

In the famous words of Stephanie from Full House: "How rude!" I would never talk to my friends or family or ANYONE for that matter that way.

I have been trying to teach myself to look at those things in a different way, the way God would want us to look at it. Instead of worrying about all of the foods I SHOULD'NT eat, I'm thinking of all the foods I CAN eat. The foods that fuel my body, that ward of disease and cancer, that enable me to just function each day. I have been so ungrateful and so vain.

I love my body, and I'm forever grateful for the miracle that it is.

I love that I have a fridge with food in it, that I never go hungry.

So from now on, instead of cursing the roll that is hanging over my stomach, I will blow it a kiss and thank it for existing.

Thanks, muffin top. You gave me the best little girl in the world.

Thanks chocolate chip cookies. You were yummy!

Thanks, carrots. You are crunchy and delicious and so good for my body.

I'm just happy to be alive!

Just call me "Dandruff"

I've realized something in the last year or two. I'm kind of a flake. Maybe that's not the right word I think I just expect so much out of myself and never get things I really want or need to get done. Instead of just concentrating on one thing at a time, I'm thinking of the million things I want to do/need to do/or THINK I need to do. Because of this, it took me almost two years to finish some portraits for a friend. It has been almost six months since my last giveaway, and I haven't even finished the painting for that. (it's almost done, Erin. I know, I keep saying that)

I don't like that I don't always keep my promises. I honestly intend to when I say "I'll finish it this week!" And then I let everything else get in the way. Cleaning, running errands, taking care of Mae, cooking, etc etc. I need to learn to just let my apartment be messy and unorganized and sit down and paint.

Does anyone else have this problem? Do you struggle to balance everything? Do you give yourself way too many tasks to accomplish and just end up feeling so overwhelmed?

Any pointers? Cause really...I don't want to be a flake.

*sniffle*

San Diego @ the beach part 2

San Diego>day one

Is anyone else having issues uploading photos to blogger? I am.
Anyways, I couple of weeks ago we took off to San Diego for a little weekend trip. The first day we went to Mission Beach, and Mae was in heaven!
I have more photos of the beach, but I'll have to upload them latas.

loved this beach house

"Its an Alien party!"

I have a new roomie. My cuz Heidi. NEEEEE. The 1st video is just us attempting to sing "When I'm Sixty-Four". We hardly know the lyrics.

The 2nd video us singing "Happy Birthday" to my sister Elise and then we just keep going.

whale of a tail

My reaction upon seeing these:

"What!? No way. OH. MY. GOSH."

and then followed by an annoying, high pitched squeal

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oh, the things I could do with those cheeky little whales!