So lately I've been reading people's blogs, some I know, and some I don't know. In the past 2 days, I've read this girl's blog from start to finish. Now some might think, wow, this girl has a lot of free time on her hands. She should be taking care of her kids, or get a job, or do something meaningful with her time. Well, I do take care of my kids (hey they're fed and happy) and I even have a paying job I do from home part-time. My house is mostly clean (not right now though). It's not like I have nothing else to do. I guess it's just more interesting to read about other people's lives than living your own? Also it's nice to know there's a whole other world out there, I think I feel stir-crazy sometimes being a stay-at-home mom. I love being home with my kids but there are days I feel like I'm losing it.
Back to my obsession with blogs, I am just amazed at how well people are able to put their everyday life experiences into amazing, entertaining, witty stories. I wish I could do the same. I wish I could turn this blog into more of a journal type thing for myself. I have a journal, but I never write in it. You know why? Because of the "writing" part. I'm lazy. I need a typing journal since I can type almost as fast as I think. (not really but sorta, thank you 4 years of transcription work) So I'm thinking I'll start out slow, maybe just start by writing things that happen during the day and see what becomes of this whole blogging thing.
We took the kids to Chuck E. Cheese today. I wish I could say it was fun, but really I just realized how out of control my boys are. Actually I didn't "just realize" it, I knew it already, but it's just scarier in a place like Chuck E. Cheese. I have this fear of my kids being kidnapped at a place like that. Trey would not listen to a dang word I said. I spent half the time yelling (yes, yelling), "Trey! Come back here right now!" Bubba was better, he is more apprehensive of large crowds and new situations in general. Usually this drives me crazy but this worked to my advantage today. Samuel was an angel as usual. I swear he is the best baby ever. Almost makes me want to have #4...almost.
The reason we took the kids to Chuck E. Cheese is because of Bubba's insane anxiety over going to Preschool lately. I don't know what the deal is. He LOVED preschool the last 2 years. This summer I decided to put him in a summer preschool day camp that the city offers. He's going with another kid in our neighborhood. The first week was fine, he went everyday, no crying, had a blast, etc. Then suddenly it hit him the 2nd week that this was new and scary I guess, and he screamed like a psychotic monkey when I left him in the morning. I mean, seriously, jumping up and down, hyperventilating, lips turning purple, crazy fit. What is going on? I called his teachers, went to the school and met with them, and didn't get a feeling like it was an issue with the teachers or with the other kids picking on him or anything. Anyway, slowly he has gotten better. This week, he hardly cried. Thank you, Chuck E. Cheese bribe. The teachers there really are great, they even take him from me when I drop him off, and stand outside with him so he can watch me drive away and wave to me. I worry, what will happen when he starts Kindergarten this Fall? I don't think it will go well. Pessimistic some?
We stopped by Wal-Mart for a new fan today and some other random things. Bubba decided to wear a big sticker that says "Super!" on his forehead. I love this kid! Anyway, this cute old lady came up to him and told him she liked his sticker on his head, and wasn't he just so creative? Bubba looks at her, points, and says, "She's old." WHAT?! Apparently it's time for some lessons on manners. I'm sure I turned red, and tried to play it off by saying, "Oh yes, that sticker is kind of old huh?" and moved along. Luckily I think the woman was a little hard of hearing or else she just realized he's 4.
I haven't gone running for 2 days now and I'm really feeling crappy about it. I was on such a roll! I was almost up to 3 miles a day. Then bam, my ankle is sprained or something and some other...personal stuff happens, and I'm off the running wagon. I WILL run tomorrow if it kills me! I just feel so much better when I run, more energetic even when I haven't slept at all, more alive in general. It's so addicting!
My dad is amazing. (and not just 'cause he looks like Chuck Norris and is a 4th degree black belt...for reals) Some people probably know and some people may not, that he is not my "biological" father. He technically is my step-dad, but I have never considered him as such. He's been my father, my dad, in every sense of the word since I was 5 years old, and even legally adopted me. He was the one who taught me how to be a responsible adult, to respect other people, to work hard for everything you have in this life. I can't describe how grateful I am that he took on me and my brother just like we were his own from the beginning. Some of my favorite memories are going camping with dad, going to Home Depot with dad (or Payless Cashways back in the day!) and having dad fix everything and anything around the house. In fact, Josh and I still depend on him to help us fix whatever needs fixing! He's the first person I call when I have a question on...pretty much anything! I love you Dad!
Next my husband who is the Daddy in my house! My boys L O V E him. Nothing is more exciting than playing with Daddy, or "helping" Daddy do things around the house...or pretty much anything involving their Daddy. Whether it's rolling around the family room floor practicing their jiu jitsu (hilarious by the way) or cuddling on the couch and watching cartoons, there's no place they'd rather be than with him. He is an amazing father to them and I doubt a second goes by when he's not thinking about them. Nobody makes me laugh like Josh does and I'm lucky to have such a great partner to raise my kids with! 
Last, my father-in-law! (ignore Trey's weird face) I've never met anyone in my entire life who is more generous, and sensitive than my FIL. He will do anything he can to help anybody out. His spiritual strength and dedication to studying the scriptures are something I really look up to. I'm so thankful to have such an amazing Grandpa for my kiddos. I hope they will look to him for an example as they grow older. They love their "Papa Big Dog"!
