Family Activities

Ty is home for the summer. I'm really loving it after not seeing him much for 15 months. So we're trying to do family activities together before Ty goes back to school. Did I mention that he's going back to school? Probably not. I was hoping I wouldn't have to mention it. I have been planning a blog post in my head that says something like, "Introducing the new Assistant Principal at (insert school here)." But alas, the economy has forced us another way and now Ty is going to BYU again to get his Ph.D. in the EIME program. EIME stands for Educational Inquiry Measurement and Evaluation. Anyways, before that happens we have actually been trying to do things. And since we have no money, we wanted to do something cheap.

Last week's cheap activity was going to the Kennecott Copper Mines, or as Jackson calls it, "The big hole." The boys loved it actually. Hayden couldn't get over all the dump trucks. The whole time I heard him say, "There's another one! There's another one! There's another one!" Which is what he was saying right here:

While looking at all these:

The boys loved the dump truck tire. (At least I think that's what it goes to.)

Something like this typically happens when I want the boys to take a picture with me:

Yay for family togetherness!

The END!

Complain, Whine, Blog

The boys have been doing pretty sharing a room. No problems sleeping usually. It's been pretty smooth, except yesterday. Neither one of them took a nap, so I tried to put them to bed early. Like 8:00 early, which for some people is normal, but for my kids, in the summer, it is not. They don't like to go to be until the sun is down, so even if they're extremely exhausted as they were last night, they were not going to bed. So after almost an hour and a half of screaming and fighting, they went to sleep.

You know when you wake up in the morning, and your kids are whining at you, and you just didn't get enough time away? Ya, last night I did not get enough time away, AND I stayed up too late. Way too late.

So of course this is the day, out of all the days this week, that both my kids wake up at 7:15. I'm exhausted, to say the least, and annoyed and angry. So I try to hurry and get up because husband was up even later than I was and I'm trying to be nice and less selfish, bla bla. (I'm really much happier this way, can't you tell?). So I race to get up. I get the kids breakfast and decide to use the trick that I haven't used for a while now, (since my kids have been going to bed late and waking up late - like 9:00, 9:30 HEAVENLY!) I turned on a show and laid down on the couch.

As soon as I was asleep, I was forced to get up again. The smell of poop was everywhere. You know when you are trying to wake up, but it just hurts so bad? You know if you could lay back down you would have the best sleep ever! That's what I wanted to do, but I couldn't because the poop smell was overwhelming. So I sit up in a fog and I see what appears to be poop on Hayden's hands, and arms, and legs. In my fog like state I'm rushing him to the bathroom. It hurt to get up. It hurt so bad. It hurt to clean the poop off the bike on the deck, and the poop off of the deck itself. I just wanted to lay down. But I couldn't unless I wanted to lay down in poop. I wanted to pass out cleaning it out of his clothes.

By the time his bath was done, I was finally awake. But it's the kind of awake where I'm not getting anything done, hence the blogging, and complaining and wasting my day. Jackson's whining in my ear, husband is still asleep, and now I want to do some retail therapy, but that means I have to do my hair. Whine whine whine, I know. Life is so hard. Yesterday I complained about my weight at the Dr.'s office and the medical assistant lady from South America reminded me that we are so blessed to actually have food here to eat, etc. That should have put things in perspective right? Nope. I'm still complaining.

At least this guy is dressed and ready to go and I think he's feeling better.

This one on the other hand, better take a nap today. At least they're still cute and funny. Good thing.

Tyler's Birthday

Ty has always been one to downplay his birthday. I should know that after 8 years of knowing him, so I should have known that he wouldn't really want to go to Sundance overnight and go hiking all day for his birthday. He would rather stay home and get the house really clean. I mean really clean. Like, he cleaned the oven on his birthday clean. In his defense he let me take him to Transformers the night before and he really liked it. He let himself have a little fun.

I should have known this would make him happy. I was thinking of his birthdays of in years past. The first one I ever spent with him was low key at his house in California with his family. His next birthday he was not so happy, even though I was. I made him to go Vegas for the weekend. We stayed at the Luxor and went and saw "O" by Cirque de Soleil. Heavenly for me, not so much for him. Travel + spending money = not his forte. I don't expect big productions for birthdays, I just like to plan them every once in a while.

His next birthday we were in California again. He had a great time cleaning out his parent's attic all day long. And when I say he had fun, he really did. He loved organizing the attic and seeing all his stuff from when he was a little kid. Fun for him. Anyways, I should just learn to always play it low key for him. bla.

Anyways, the kids spent the night at my parents and we had most of the day to ourselves. At night we went and had dinner with my family at Brick Oven and then we went back to my parent's house for cake and ice cream.

Happy Birthday Ty! We love you and your very unique self.