tag

I think the tag was supposed to be your 4th folder and 4th picture...and the winner is:

{Mr. Bigs one day out of the womb...poor guy}

It's been said a picture is worth a thousand words.

So true.

Tag: Heather S, Jenny O, Natalie C, Natalie R, Tammy R,

Megan H (both), & anyone else who wants to play

a bit too honest

Where has my impeccable hygiene gone? Hygiene may not be the exact term I am looking for. I mean I shower everyday, ok I am not going to lie, there have been a few days since Bigs was born that just got away from me and at about 5:00 p.m. I suddenly realize, "I haven't even showered today". Then there are those other days where I do a quick 'get ready' and run a few errands, fully planning on 'glamming it up' later; Later comes around and I am too dang tired and don't have anywhere to go, so what's the use? Showering aside, there's more. I can't remember the last time I actually got ready all at one time, without stopping. Stopping to throw a toy in Bigs direction, clean up a little vomit, wash a bottle, answer a call from the hubs, or a call from work, or a call from a client...you get my point. Along with this, I don't remember the last time I curled or straightened my hair from root to end, taking time to make each section of hair just so. You know, so when you are done getting ready, you feel...well ready. Now days, I feel as I am half hearted throwing on a little makeup and touching up the bedhead and kind of sigh as I think, "I guess that will do..." But then again, I keep telling myself I shouldn't be too hard on myself. I probably shouldn't spend an hour getting ready...Just so the little monkey can do this to my 1st day hair?

{This was actually quite minor, but I was just sad because I had JUST washed my hair...}

Next comes the wardrobe. Oh how I love putting on a clean outfit (after my shower of course), jewelry to match, about to walk out the door and then THIS happens:

{Again...not quite the full affect. Taking pictures of yourself, and trying to clean up at the same time isn't as easy as I thought it would be}

It's almost as if I have started to expect these things and if none of it happens, I am THRILLED. My favorite so far has definitely been the time I was headed to an early meeting. I thought, "I will hurry and change Bigs so the hubby doesn't have to and then head out the door" Right? Wrong. I have a little boy, I don't think I need to explain the rest. The question was, do I hurry and pick out a new outfit and be late, or do I run out the door, let it dry on the way, and just pray that my co-worker next to me doesn't happen to drop his pen and wonder why my leg smells like urine? What would you do? It was a tough decision...but let's just say I wasn't late!

{What I am usually sporting these days...thank you Lauren and Whitney (from the Hills), without you how would I ever know what was going on with hair in Hollywood. And what is better than looking like you are 12 when you are almost 25?}

THE EXCUSE...pretty good one wouldn't you say?

Although after reading through this a time or two, I am slightly disgusted with myself, I am kind of enjoying my care-free attitude these days. In the big scheme of things does it really matter how many times a week I washed my hair? Got a manicure/pedicure? Didn't think so. So I guess this post is more of a heads up than a complaint. I can promise you that my hands and clothes (minus fresh vomit) are ALWAYS clean...but I wouldn't go digging around in the hair...

Since Jake was in the NICU for the first 10 days of his life, the hubs and I became quite accustomed to washing, scrubbing, and sanitizing our hands multiple times a day. With that, we also became more aware of our surroundings and the germs that may come with it. Needless, to say we came home with raw hands and a bit of paranoia. Mike tells people all the time that its only me that's paranoid and worried about germs, but whatever. Anyway, last night we went up to the hospital to visit this new bundle of joy:

{Baby Kate}

Isn't she adorable? I can't wait to see what her little personality is like, not to mention getting my hands on that hair!

It was kind of strange because we were going to the same hospital that we had become so familiar with. As we got off the elevator I just started walking right along and got the feeling that the hubs and babe weren't following. I turn around and see Mike helping himself to a handful of complimentary hand sanitizer. Oh how that takes me back! I start laughing and say, "um babe, you know that there will be some right outside my sister's door and there's a sink too, right?" He doesn't say much just that he might as well do it 'now'. Without saying too much, I think to myself how I am quite pleased with him and his new found germ phobia. Then today in church, Bigs was drooling (or what he calls playing) all over his favorite slimy lizard toy...and did the unthinkable. HE DROPPED IT, for about the 22nd time. I had just been picking it up and giving it back to him. Gross, I know, but he was happy. But this time Daddy had him and picked it up, wiped it off, and unwraps a short blonde hair (and no I didn't dye and cut my hair) from around it. Yuck! We both just look at each other, and Mike throws it in my purse and pulls out another toy for Bigs. LOL! Don't you love it when you know that you have rubbed off on someone just a little and they don't want to admit it? I do.

To live and learn...

Every so often it seems as though I am taking some random quiz that asks "What is your favorite season?" You would think after 24+ years I would immediately know the answer. Usually, I answer (in my head of course)...'all seasons except winter.' Why do I have to have a favorite season? How come it never asks what season I like the least? Usually I quickly check the circle with Summer next to it; I love warm weather, my birthday, no school, the 4th of July and vacations.

Not being able to answer questions like this makes my husband think that I am indecisive...I call it 'easy to please'. I pretty much like anything and if I don't I will tell you...until then I just prefer if others call the shots. For no particular reason, lately it has been driving me nuts that I don't have a favorite season...weird I know. So this week as Spring definately sprung it dawned on me, I choose SPRING.

I am not convinced that it has so much to do with the weather as what it represents....rebirth. I feel as though I emerge a new person each Spring. I have a new appreciation for the world around me and the good people in it. I love that even after a really harsh and trying winter, beautiful things still emerge.

Spring is defined as the 'season for growth'. To spring is to jump forward, develop suddenly, or leap (a light, self-propelled movement upwards and forwards). Interesting that such a simple word could have so much meaning, how could I have missed something so obvious? Obvious or not I still think it's pretty amazing. Amazing that life has no coincidences, just sweet surprises from a perfect plan.

The Arizonians...

This week brought lots of smiles and new surroundings....Mr. Bigs finally got to meet his cousins that live out of state! Isn't it funny how boys are just boys from the beginning?

Trivia: Only one is an Arizonian...can you guess which one?

Ali and Jake just working the camera....although based on the fact that they are looking in two different directions, I am not sure which one!

Whitney, Ali, and Bigs...

Peanut and Bigs...can you feel the love? This little girl is going to be the best mommy ever! I was painting her nails and toes, and doing her hair last night and asked what she wanted to be when she grew up and without hesitation she said...'A Mommy'! I guess I assume that when asked that people are thinking occupations outside of the home. So that was definately a great answer....because isn't that ultimately our most important job? Even if we work outside the home? Thanks little peanut for keeping your auntie in line...

(Yes...I do in fact realize that my child is wearing his dinner. If only I could remember to break out the camera BEFOREhand, one day.)


WE MISSED YOU JULIE & BRANT!

dEaR dAdDy:

You told me there was a Jazz game today. I have been waiting patiently all day. Finally, I asked mommy to put me in my gear. Mom said that she switched out my Boozer jersey for a Williams one. Suprise! She said it is because she doesn't like Boozer because he is a little bit of a traiter (her opinion not mine and yours)...but I think it is really because she SECRETLY HAS A CRUSH ON HIM. Don't tell her I said that, you know how she gets. Anywayz dad, PLEASE come home shortly or else I might just have to start the game WITHOUT you!

Luv...

JaKe da SnAkE

p.s. oh yeah, and mom said she would make us a special treat! i was thinking SWEET POTATOES what do you say?

I woke up this morning feeling rather energetic, odd given that I had supposedly lost an hour of sleep, but whatever. I knew the hubby's favorite team was playing this morning so I whipped up a little something, something. Homemade cinnamon rolls...thanks to my lovely (and by lovely I mean this chick can cook, clean, fix bikes, decorate, blog, facebook, take care of her kids and sometimes everyone elses, etc. and looks great doing it) sister in law that gave us these darling recipe books and stands! I am not a huge fan of cinnamon rolls, but I guess if you are going to eat them this is the way to go. More importantly, the sun was out and Spring was in the air (well almost). As much as I love making (okay really eating) this winter comfort food, I am so done. Done with the bulky clothes, done with my black boots that need the heel fixed, done with trying to redecorate every room in my house because I am stuck inside, and last but definately not least....done with being paranoid about a little thing called RSV! I would like to see a lot less of this:

Winter cooking, Comfort food...obviously not counting the calories

And MORE OF THIS...

Packing up Mr. Bigs and going on an adventure. Running, swimming, shopping, you name it, we are DOING IT...just as soon as Old man Winter decides to throw in the towel.

Hope to see you out THERE!

You will be missed

So I have been thinking about this DELIGHTFUL man for awhile now and can't seem to come up with the right words. He has been a household name for as long as I can remember. It's like I knew how influential he was, but never acknowledged it. Now it's too late. Once when Larry H. Miller was interviewed he mentioned that if anyone asked who he was after he was gone, he wanted the answer to be: A MAN WHO LOVED UTAH. Well Larry it looks like you did it...and I think UTAH LOVES YOU TOO, because after all: YOU KNOW THIS GUY!

p.s. my hubby doesn't approve of this post...he thinks it sounds like a newspaper article, but i thought i should at least acknowledge him, since mike is the biggest jazz fan ever!