My Mother's Day Gift

This is what my little kindergartner made for me for Mother's Day at school. I thought it was great. I giggled and jumped up and down, just like she would. I do like to go to school.

My Fabulous Mother

This is my Mom when she was a sexy co-ed at BYU. She was so hot, she totally stole my Dad away from my Aunt, without even trying.

This is where I could find my Mother when I was a teenager. She had the prettiest yard in the neighborhood, and looking back, that neighborhood was half-way swanky.If you look closely, you will see my Mom is displaying her "I don't really want to smile, but I'll do it anyway" smile.

My Mom is a cool Mom because:

She totally let my Dad get a gun, just so I could have a cat. Whoa! I would never make that deal. So sorry Daughter. No Guns allowed.

She would let me drive the car to places like Skyline High School all the way from Sandy, before I had my driver's licence. Her only stipulation: DON'T TELL DAD!

When I was nineteen and I wanted to paint my room purple, my Mom totally went to bat for me and convinced my Dad and oldest brother that purple would be "okay" and that they shouldn't get their panties in a twist.

When I married my husband-not in the temple, she never let me see her cry. She new it would just kill me. She let me make my own decisions without ruining this exciting time for me.

When I was about to have my first baby, Mom came to visit and slept on our yucky couch in our yucky apartment, and she never complained. (Okay, just a little. But she saved it all for my husband.)Then when I was in active labor, she held one of my legs up for me because I was too exhausted after two hours of pushing to do it myself. Then she cooked and cleaned everything for over a week. That was awesome. Then she did it all again when I had my second kid.


My Mother is an awesome Grandma. Here she is with my nephew,(who is now like 11 or 12 or something crazy like that) swimming in the back yard. She is always taking her grand kids to fun places to play, and buying them things she would have never bought her children.

Not only is she an expert face-maker, my Mom is a total Scriptorian and expert genealogist. Yes, very talented lady. She has many talents.

Happy(late) Mother's Day, Mom. I love you.

Catch Up

So I really have quite a few things to blog about. But, you know what? I am too dang tired. I finally completed my first semester of school. I know I should be excited but I feel like curling up in a ball and crying, all the stress has drained me. It has been a long day....I'll feel better after a good night sleep.

Coming Soon:
A night with Stephenie Meyer
My Fabulous Mother
My famous friend the author
Idaho and Utah, here we come!

Birthday Wishes!

This was in an email from my Mommy:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LESLIE.
The day you were born was a great day for us. I remember it well. It was the day I upchucked frozen banana and left over pork chop. Only a mother would tell you something like that. Dad had just bought the red Ford Fairlane the night before. I called him at work and he came and got me in the Red Ford and we went to Cottonwood hospital. It was the sunniest warm spring day. Perfect for having a baby. It didn't take too long until we had you. We were so happy you were a beautiful healthy little girl. Of course, you know I wanted to name you Lacey, but dad wouldn't go for it. So I offered the name Leslie, the name of my favorite soap character, and he agreed. Lisa called you Lellie for a long time, Grandpa Dudley called you, Peanut. You were a charmer until time to fix supper and then you wailed the whole time I was fixing it. You would be in the swing and Dallon would sing to you "No one likes a frowny face, change it to a smile etc. Unfortunately, you cried all the harder.

Then when it was time to go to bed the wailing would begin again. That is when we started watching Mash and Magnum PI. What blessings you brought into our life. Even when you stopped all the crying we still stayed up and watched those shows.

You had that smile that would light up our life. What a sweetheart you were. We are so glad heavenly Father sent you to our family. It wasn't an easy row for you to hoe with a jealous older sister. I hope you can forgive her. We have loved you always and are proud of you. You a real ray of sunshine in our family and the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. You are so smart. You are a great mother and a good wife to Jason. Boy, did he luck out when you fell for him.

The big 28. I felt so old when I turned 28. Now looking back it was so young. It depends on your perspective, doesn't it.

I LOVED IT.

Then I checked my sister Lisa's blog. And found this:

Make an on-line slideshow at www.OneTrueMedia.com

It's only a little embarrassing.

Thank you Mom and Lisa. I love you guys.

Utah

Everyone in Kansas knows I love Utah.(Don't forget to turn off my tasty tunes before you start the video.)


Okay, this was totally on someone else's blog, but I thought it was pretty funny. I was especially excited to see the cement tree and they mentioned Tabiona. Does it get any better than that?

Happy Cinco de Mayo!

Oh how I wish my birthday was the Cinco de Mayo. It would be a huge party every year just for me.



It was stormy on Thursday evening. I took a picture.

It was raining sheets. I always say, "It's like a freakin monsoon out there!" Unfortunately, this picture doesn't capture the true color of the sky. It was yellow. This is what it looks like when conditions are right for a tornado. Does it remind you of anything? What about the beginning of The Wizard of Oz when the sky was all greenish-yellow? The moment I took this picture, the tornado sirens went off. There was a wall cloud(tornado cloud) with confirmed rotation heading directly for my house without a basement. Luckily, the cloud blew over our little town without touching down. Whew! Missed us again. (And just a side note, those are tubes in the truck bed. That's what they use to hold those big huge rolls of sod you might see rollin down the highway on a huge truck. I don't know if I have ever mentioned it on here, but my husband is a sod man.)


On the agenda this week:

Monday: Babysit for Bobbi this morning at Jazzercise.(Just found out 2 min ago.)


Tuesday: Stephenie Meyer's new book, The Host, is being released. I'm excited to see if she can write without using sexy Vampires. Early birthday lunch with Gail at Mi Ranchito. Yum. Tamales.


Wednesday: I don't know, I guess I should clean something. Maybe.


Thursday: Happy Birthday to me! Meeting with pre-school teacher at 11:30 am. Wait for phone calls that aren't going to come. Ignore my husband. Go see Stephenie Meyer speak about her new book with my two fabulous friends, Steph and Mel. I'm going to have my copy of Twilight signed by the author. Are you Jealous? I knew you would be.


Friday: Big final in my Intro to Algebra class. I am going to kick that final's ass. Holla!


Saturday: Probably need to finish my last big paper to turn in on Sunday because I probably waited and waited till the last minute. Grrrr.

Milestones

Both of my kids reach a milestone of sorts today. I woke my daughter up for school this morning and she said,
"I think I have a loose tooth!"
Me: "Let me see that! Wow! You do have a loose tooth!"
Her: "I've always wanted a loose tooth!"
Me: "Yeah! Go show Daddy."
Her: "Okay, look how big I am!"

I can't believe my baby girl has a loose tooth! She is getting to be a big kid.

Also, in the chaos that my mornings are, I let my son roam around for a little while in his birthday suit today. It really wasn't a big deal till I went to get him dressed and realized that he has poop all over his hands and butt. This is what I said, "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" I ran to the bathroom for wipes and realized he had pooped in the potty. He just didn't tell me so I could clean him up.
Me: "Did you poop in the potty?"
Him: "Yes!"
Me (cleaning poop): "Ahhhhhhh!! Good job pooping in the potty, but you need to tell me so I can clean your bum. Ahhhhhh!"
Him: "No!"
Me: "Ahhhhhhh!!!"

So then that poopie butt got the Dinoco helicopter for his "big accomplishment". Way to go, stinky-Pete. I really didn't want to give him the toy because of the mess I had to clean up, but bottom line, he did it, and a deal is a deal. I guess.