Friday, July 30, 2010

This movie...I really want to see it.

There will be time in the near future (about 2 wks to be exact), when Jamison and I have time on our hands. Time to spend together.
I am requesting that a portion of that time be spent watching Scott Pilgrim vrs The World (trailer below). It looks real real good.
Real good.
We still haven't scene Inception...which is apparently amazingly good. I think we will use our time to see that also.
Speaking of movies, I am so excited for the next Harry Potter (pretend I sang the words "Harry Potter"). Thats how excited I am.
All the twilight movies need to just not exist. They are that bad. I guess all the millions of people that like them just didn't get the memo.
Harry Potter is king.



Speaking of movies with Micheal Cera, I came across this interview where he addresses the Arrested Developement movie rumor.
I hope it really does happen!!

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Camera and phone clean up. Plus, the count down is on.

holy shabiz. There are a lot of pictures in this post. You know those peeps that post 1 picture and its sufficient? Well, I probably could have done that...but I didn't. Because I am so indecisive and can't pick 1 thing, I pick them all.
Deal with it.
Funny story: While I was posting pictures Jamison was attempting to give Chase a bath...in the back yard...with the hose. Awesome right? He told her it was time for a bath, she said she wanted to take a bath with the hose, he said "OK". I probably would have been like "no way", then she would have got upset and it would have caused this big drama....but thats what Mom's do. Dad's are just like whatev, its not a big deal. I wish I could be more like that.
Any who, back to the post. These are all pics taken in the last few weeks. My husband and our laptop have been holed up at his place of employment and his school as he prepares for his finales. And by finales I mean FINALES...as in THIS IS IT. IN 2 WEEKS HE WILL BE DONE WITH SCHOOL. Let us all do a toe touch in celebration. I know I am.
Anyways, what I was saying was I haven't scene the laptop in ages, and the desk top has none of my pictures on it.
Hello laptop. I missed you.
And now, for your viewing pleasure, 1000 pictures.



Wheeler Farm. Smells like cow *%$# but the kids love it.




A few days ago Chase was playing dress up. We ended up in the back yard with her on top of the stairs telling me some story about how she is going to climb the mountain to get to the witch and snow white. While she was telling me this story she was doing all these awesome poses. I had to get some pics. These are 2 of about 20 I took. And just so you know, in my family everyone makes fun of the amount of pics I take. Well in there faces when 20 years from now when my kids are enjoying that blog book I am going to create and are so grateful for all the pictures there mom took. BOO YA.



Chase and Hailey at the pool. This pic was taken when everyone was forced to get out because some kid took a crap in the pool.


I love this boy. He is such a boy. He likes to hide things around the house. I might go to get into the cupboard one night and find the remote control. I want to kiss his cheeks off.


Popsicles are delish.


The fourwheeler that Chase refuses to drive. She is scared. But my 1 year old son will gladly drive it. Its awesome.


Chase and Toka.


Funny story. We went to the cabin this last weekend. It happened to fall on the same weekend as Jamison's yearly Harley ride with his friends. On the way to the cabin we stopped in Midway to pick up Jamison's bro in laws Harley because its the bike Jamison usually uses for the ride. Long story short, the bike broke down...like 10 times right after we picked it up. This pic is one of the times. Jamison was SO bummed. He loves the Harley ride. They were even going to end the ride at the cabin since we would already be up there and swim and eat when the ride was all over.
We had to turn around and take the bike back, and poor Jamison had to miss out on the ride this year.
But...theres always next year!


Hailey and Chase fell asleep watching Coraline. I thought it was cute and picture worthy.


Gardener Village.


Random pic of Chase.


Hailey and Chase. They have been hanging out a lot this summer. Chase loves it (hopefully Hailey does to...)

Remember how I mentioned how we went to the cabin this past weekend? Here are the pics to prove. I kinda feel like we have been there a lot these past few weeks. That is OK. I want to live there. I will be a mountain woman and reside in the cabin.
I do not like this picture of me..but it was funny because for some reason it was extra dusty when you would ride the four-wheelers this trip. I took off my glasses and had raccoon eyes from all the dust. I should have posted pics of everyone with the raccoon eyes but I had to draw the line somewhere.

Chase, Jamison, and Hailey making bracelets. They do not mess around when it comes to bracelet making.

My boys.

Jamison directly after a ride on the 4-wheeler. Sunburned/dusty face. Hair sticking straight up.
One word can sum it all up: SEXY.

It was so dusty infact that Jamison busted out the goggles to wear while he drove the 4-wheeler. Do not be jealous of how hot they are. I think I am going to wear them as my sunglasses from here on out.
If you see a girl driving around in her car wearing goggles its me.
I repeat, don't be jealous when you see me.
(the helmet in front of Jamison contains Chase's head. My arm wasn't long enough to get us all in the pic)

Cute cousins in this incredibly beautiful meadow my step-dad took us to on the 4-wheelers.

I can't remember what this is called...this thing Jamison's doing. Its something you do when you can't get your ear to pop. Apparently it works wonders, and also gets all the wax out of your ear. I don't suggest trying it at home.
(also, that is not a cigarette in my Step-Dad's mouth. Its a match fools..incase you couldn't tell)

Nanna and some of the grand kiddies.

Chase caught a fish!! (with Grandpa's help of course)

Hangin by the river. Jamison is totally rocking the bracelet Chase made for him. I think its cute.

Here is the fish that was caught. It was released directly after this pic was taken.

Michelle and kids in beautiful meadow. They are sitting on the remains of a loggers cabin from long long ago.

Jamison and Chase picking flowers in beautiful meadow (which is totally illegal).

So, we drove the 4-wheelers to this cool area and carved our names in some trees. Chase kept telling me she needed to pee,and I kept telling her to try and hold it until we got back to the cabin. I mean, its hard being a girl and squatting in the forest...and when your a 3 year old girl squatting, you are pretty much doomed to pee on yourself, and I just didn't want to deal with it.
I learned my lesson. Basically when she says she has to pee, she has to pee. After her telling me like 10 time that she really needed to go and I just brushed it off hoping she could hold it, she looked right at me and peed her pants.
In my face.
This is the pic I tried to get of her running funny after peeing her pants. You can't really tell.

Check out the awesome turtles we made from rocks we collected.
We are so crafty.



I pitty the fool.

Smores are really good.

Chase and Hailey kickin it by the river.
The end.

Now I am going to watch So You Think You Can Dance.
I look forward to watching it every Wednesday and Thursday (maybe a little to much).
Kent kind of bugs me...but I predict that he will win this season.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

And then he was 1.

When I found out I was pregnant the second time I new it was a boy. I don't know how but I just couldn't picture another girl. When I tried to imagine another baby girl it didn't quit feel right...but when I pictured a boy, I just new. It was like a puzzle, and picturing a baby boy addition to our family was like the piece that fit so perfectly....if that makes sense.

I wasn't surprised at all when the ultra sound confirmed it.

July 10th.

I so clearly remember the day he was born. I remember sitting in my Mom and Step-Dad's back yard watching Chase jump on the trampoline. It was that time of evening when it was just barely starting to cool down. It had been a blazing hot day. And blazing hot is especially uncomfortable when you are nearly 9 months pregnant. I remember getting this overwhelming feeling that he was ready to come. That he was coming that day. Within 30 minutes I had my first contraction. It was big. It was painful. I'm not sure what I was expecting. Maybe an easy birth like Chase's was. Something I could manage. But this pain was almost unmanageable. Within an hour there was almost no space between the contractions and we were on our way to the hospital. And this time it wasn't as easy breezy as it was the first time I did it. This time I was reminded of the movies where the wife is screaming at the husband to drive faster. Over and over I told Jamison I couldn't do this. "You need to drive faster, I can't do this, you need to drive faster, I can't do this".

We got to the hospital and checked in. Jamison started making small talk with a nurse about a family member who also worked at LDS in maternity and if this particular nurse new her. As he was trying to remember last names of so and so that worked at the hospital, and turned to me wondering if I remembered, I had the overwhelming desire to scream. To tell all these people to stop everything they were doing and HELP ME. I was in more pain than I could ever imagine was possible. I wanted an epideral and I wanted it NOW!!!

Finally in the hospital bed I was doing every thing I could to somehow handle this insane pain I didn't think I was capable of handling. Jamison kept asking what he could do to help me. I turned into that wife. The one who says "don't touch me, just stop talking". I wondered how many times that exact phrase has been said to husbands in that very room by women who were trying with all there might to deal with the pain. I didn't want any distractions. I just wanted to close my eyes and deal with it alone. To tune the world out.

When the epideral was finally given (it seemed like forever I waited), I remember the women who gave it to me specifically told me to hold very still, and curl into a ball. She told me that I would get the urge to suddenly jerk when she inserted the needle, but if I could, to resist it.
Not only did I jerk, but I think it may have looked like I had a minnie seizure. I scared Jamison, the nurses, and the anesthesiologist half to death. Then we all just burst out laughing.
I didn't think it was possible to laugh so hard while you were trying to handle such intense pain....but incase you were wondering, it is.

Then the sweet release of being numb.

A few minutes later the nurse tells me that because my doctor is running late (my doctor had just returned from a carribean cruise that night), she was sending in another doctor to break my water.
When this doctor walked in Jamison and I looked at each other in surprise. The kid looked like he was 17. But when your at that point in labor modesty doesn't much matter anymore. And if its some 17 year old doctor thats going to hurry this along then so be it.
Then it all happened so quickly. Not like Chase where I was in labor for hours and hours and hours. He was ready to come and he was coming now.
My doctor got there just in the nick of time. She told me to start pushing.
After the first push I was informed by my doctor that our baby boy did indeed have red hair.
A couple pushes later and he was here.

How do you put into words that moment when you first meet your child? I remember almost every detail of both my kids births. I have no other memories that are so clear.
Its like all the sudden you see the world in a whole different light. Its not about you anymore. Its about these little people. You just know. Just like that. You say "I would give up anything and everything for this person I don't even know yet."
And you thought you new your capacity to love. But you are so wrong. Because the love you feel at that moment is so intense, and so amazing.....I can't put it into words. I could try for 10 pages to do it...but even then I don't think I could.

Then I blinked and a year had gone by.


The Party.


Chase and Cohen.

The favorite present.


At 1 year old:
He says "op!" (meaning stop), and "go!" and "mama".
When asked what a lion says he will roar. Its beyond cute.
He walks like a pro and has been doing so for almost a month.
He has a temper to match the red hair.
When he gets mad he hits. Its really funny to watch, and even funnier when hes doing it to you.
He will literally carry on a conversation with you in his giberish baby language.
He adores his big sister.
He also does what brothers do best and torments Chase to no end.
I am in love with his curly red hair, and the little curls that are visible behind his ears.
And those blue eyes! How did he get blue eyes from 2 brown eyed parents?
He pretty much always has a bruise or goose egg on his head, and scraped up knees.

Happy Birthday Cohen!

Sunday, July 11, 2010

The three in one post.

1. The Cabin
June 30th me and the kids headed up to the cabin with my family for a few days. Unfortunaly it was right around the time we were starting the move, so Jamison stayed behind to pack. Lets just say that my stress level at this time (and for the next few weeks to come) was at its max. The cure for stress at its max? The Cabin.
Oh how I love it there.
As usual lots of good times were had, and fun memories made.

My Mom telling me to "Rock On" from cabin balcony.
Oh motha, you are so silly.

Ms. Chase on the 4-wheeler having a good old time.


Ms. Chase in the "Bear Cave". Thats what she calls it. Its actually just a hut made of sticks that people have added to over the years. Its gotten pretty ginormous.

The lake behind the cabin.

Chase and I putting our toes in the icy cold river. Nothing more refreshing on a 98 degree day.

And while we're at it why not throw and attempt to skip some rocks.




Mr. Cohen just hanging out, walking around, seeing what he could possibly get into. Just one more year and we can stick a helmet on that cute little head and take him on the 4-wheeler.

View from the balcony. Lake and then river behind.

Cousin Hailey and Chase having a pre bedtime snack on the balcony.

Hailey, Zach, Jordan, Chase. These four had lots of fun togethor.

Hailey giving Chase a piggy back ride.

My nephew Jordan and I on the 4-wheeler. We crossed the stream which Jordan was nervous about...but once we did it he insisted we turn around and do it over and over again. He thought it was pretty funny how wet I was getting while he sat nice and dry and high on the seat behind me.

Chase, Nanna, and Hailey

Helmet head.

swimming suckas!

Me and the girls just before a ride. There are many reasons why I hate this picture of me. Ugly sunglasses, fat leg, just to name a few. Also shortly after this pic was taken, while we were on the ride, I got us stuck on a very steep hill. Luckily my Mom was infront of us. After screaming out her name around 10 times she comes running back thinking one of the girls had fallen off. Really they had not. And really I just needed to shift down a gear to get up the hill.
I am awesome. No wonder it took 3 days of begging to get Chase to finally ride with her Mom and not Nanna. She knows what an awesome driver I am.




Fishing!!! Chase was stoked to have a barbie fishing pole that she could pretend to fish with. Also her cup is full of fish food, which the fish go crazy for. Literally you throw one pebble of it in the lake and hundreds of fish instantly swarm to the shore. Kids love it.

On this particular day Zack and Jordan were the only ones lucky enough to catch a fish (with Grandpas help in getting it off the line)


Cohen just walking around. Rockin and Rollin and whatnot.

The kids couldn't leave without getting in one more fish feeding.....
then we were off. I felt rejuvenated and ready for the things awaiting me at home.
We had one night to unpack, and repack for the move.
It was a little crazy, and although the cabin trip was just what the kids and I needed, I'm still not sure it was the best idea to do in the middle of moving...



2. The Oakley Rodeo. Yee Ha.
Our 4th of July this year was spent in the stands of the Oakley Rodeo. I do love the Oakley Rodeo. This year I talked Jamison into coming with us. Last year I couldn't talk him into coming because Jamison and anything related to cowboy anything does not mix.
Lets just say that I think he was secretly entertained. Maybe it was those cowgirls in their tight jeans riding their horses? Who knows.
The kids had a blast. Cohen just needed Chase's sunglasses and he was good to go.


Hailey and me.

Chase enjoying herself. She had a great time. I was nervous she would get bored, but she was glued to the action the whole time.
When the rodeo ends they do a big fireworks show, and for the first time in her 3 yrs of life Chase wasn't scared of them. Twas great.
Cohen just sat in Jamison's lap and stared at the sky. Fairly certain loud noises have no effect on him since he is so used to Chase screaming in his face on a regular bases. They actually have screaming contests in the car sometimes. You can imagine my joy in hearing it while I drive.


3. The Move
So, here I sit, in our new house blogging. It took almost a week to get the internet. Blah.
Thanks goodness for the iphone.
So......lets just say that this house and I, it was not love at first sight. Its taken me a week or so to feel OK with living here.
For those of you who don't know the situation, this house we reside in is actually Jamison's Dad and step-mom's house. They are currently in Georgia serving a mission.
We are essentially house sitting/saving money while they are gone. Jamison graduates this month and we aren't sure what our next step will be in life or where we may end up so this is our inbetween while we try to figure it all out and hopefully start the process of purchasing a home sometime this year.
When his parents approached us about the idea of living here while they were gone, we thought it was a good idea....and really it is, but when it came down to doing it its been pretty hard for me for many different reasons. One of which, I miss my old house with all my stuff. I know it sounds silly but I liked my stuff. I liked how my home represented who I was. Its taking some getting used to to be here, with not all my stuff and someone else's stuff. Its hard to really feel at home. Ya know?
But I shouldn't complain. In the long run this is going to help us a ton, and for that I am grateful.
Chase has had a hard time also and keeps asking when we can go home and telling us she doesn't like it here. I know it will just take time for her to get used to it and make some new little friends...but I know how she feels.
We are here for 1 year, and honestly, knowing me, when the year is up I probably will love it so much I won't want to move.

(btw, yesterday my little man turned 1....but this post is long enough. Few more days and I will be posting about the party festivities.)