Friday, July 20, 2007

The dreaded terrible 2s

Well, we have hit the terrible 2s! I don't have any pictures of it yet because I'm always cleaning up after him and I don't have any time to take a picture. Sucks, huh. This is usually about the time when parents start to get an inkling of what they got themselves into. Nothing up until now can come close to the disastrous things this child is doing! Take Sunday, for example; he pushed down his gate and got out of his room, from there he went to the couch and spilled a cup of milk all over my laptop, and went to the other couch and got a cup that Dave had left on the window sill and dumped that one on himself, then went into the kitchen and got a spoon out of the utensil drawer and brought it back into the living room to play with the cups that he had just dumped out. Later that day he got a hold of a box of toothpicks and threw them into the swamp cooler so that they were sticking out on the face of it. That was lovely to clean up. Yesterday, he got into the bathroom and got the toilet bowl cleaner brush and splashed half of the water out of the bowl. The list goes on and on and the horrifying thing about it is it's going to last! It's not going to go away in a week, it's here to stay and I'm really quite scared to be honest with you. This kid is so crafty, so meniacle, so sneaky that I'm really quite scared to go to sleep at night. I don't want to find myself duct tape to the wall in the morning. Well, if this is the way he's going to be for a while then I guess I should say good-bye to all of my loved ones before it's too late and he kills me or something. So to all of those people that have a special place in my heart and actually know that this blog exists (that would be you, Andrea)I bid you farewell and may God bless you with a nicer child than mine. :)

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Friday, July 13, 2007

This is the fabric that I want to put in my kitchen. It matches my spice racks that I painted and it goes really well with my counter tops too!

Monday, July 9, 2007



After a long days work trying to get out of his room... he just couldn't take it anymore and fell asleep. Poor little guy!!

Monday, July 2, 2007

How do you teach a 1 1/2 year old that going potty is good?!

Ok for the last month or so, Bradley has been going potty at least once a day, fairly consistently. I dont' think he understands how incredible this is. I just don't know how to explain to him that he's doing so well. Everyone I talk to about it says that there is nothing that you can do for a kid this age. (Which is apparently why kids don't normally do it this early.) It seems to be sticking mentally though. He'll go in and sit on his little potty at night before we brush his teeth. And he usually goes at least a little bit. It's harder during the day because he has tons of distractions, and it's usually not at the same time. But when it's time for "aahh" (brushing teeth), he runs in and waits for you to take off his pants and diaper and set him on the potty. We usually do "aahh" while he's sitting on the potty just so he can't run off. And he says "Yay!" almost every time he goes pee. So, I think he understands that Dave and I are happy about it and therefore, he should be happy too; I just don't know how to help him develop this new talent of his.

On a different subject, Bradley is picking up words left and right. Dave and I have both noticed that he seems bored with simpler words like "pot" or "pan" and more interested in the 2 and 3 syllable words like "barbeque" and "flower". He tries real hard and watches you when you say it and then tries as hard as he can to immitate you. We have some birds that are making a nest in our carport and every morning he comes out with me and points to them and says "Bir'". It's really rather adorable. I went next door the other day and Dave was playing with Bradley. When I came back Dave said that Bradley had been walking all around the house calling me. But he wasn't saying "Mama or Mom", he was saying "Jess". It was cute but I kinda felt bad too. I don't want my kid to know me only as "Jess". Fortunately, tonight when I walked away from Bradley and Dave, he started calling for mommy. (That's me :) ) I don't know how to keep up with everything this kid is learning!!!! He's growing up a lot faster than I was planning. ( I think he's growing up a lot faster than most of us thought he would.) Before long, he'll be telling me what the most logical answers to life's little mysteries are and I'll just sit there - dumbfounded. I guess that's what I get for having a kid.... But I don't think I would change a thing.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Splishin' and Splashin'





After all is said and done, it's still nice to take a dip in the water. Especially when you have a 1 1/2 year old. It makes it quite exciting. I must admit, he sure surprised me! He did so well under water. Dave wanted him to wear the life jacket thing so that if he fell or got knocked over by some kids running by, he wouldn't drowned. But honestly, he didn't need it. He did enjoy floating on his back with it though. But he got kind of upset when he tried to turn over and stand up and all he got was a mouthful of water.lol Anyway, we've decided to make it a habitual activity for the summer months. It's really cheap to get into and if you go during the week (not on a holiday) it's not all that crowded either. I love that I can go swimming again, I've really missed it. And as for my tan....well let's just say I'm a lot closer than I ever thought I could get out here. So all in all, it's been a good summer so far.

We got the box from my dad today. FINALLY!!!! It's was about 44lbs, so I didn't carry it in. I took it apart on the porch and brought it all inside. Bradley got sooooo much stuff!!! He's going to have plenty of new things to play with while he supposed to be sleeping. I got some stuff too, I think I'm really going to enjoy it! Dave got some running shoes ( I can never remember if he's been complaining about needing some or he just got some). And he got a new pedal for his guitar. It's the lead guitarist's from Queen. So, that's cool. My dad new him (Brian May) and got one of his guitars. Dave played it (and drooled all over it) when we went to Florida. So, YAY for Presents!!! I got like 5 cards from them too! It's funny because none of the kids signed any of them. So, I got 5 cards from 2 people. I thought it was funny.

Probably noone even reads this thing anyway, but I like to be able to type out things that happen without the repercussions of busy minds. So I don't feel like it's a loss.

Monday, June 18, 2007


Last time I checked you're not supposed to gossip

I'm tired of finding out through an email that's not even to me what people are talking about. Why do people insist on telling others about how I live my life? If you have nothing good to tell someone then stop talking!!! What gives people the right to tell people about me. If I want them to know then I would tell them!!! I was raised in the church too and I know that they don't support gossipping. In fact, last time I checked they are kind of against it. You are just as bad as everyone else out here!! You are all two faced and you don't care about anyone but yourself!!!! Just because you don't have a life doesn't mean you have the right to expose mine!!!! If you want something to talk about then why don't you talk about how you have no love life and how all you do is work and church. I'm so sick and tired of you!!!!

Monday, June 11, 2007

I finally did it!!!

I know that most people who read this will be very upset with this post, but I'm still going to post it. I've wanted to get my eyebrow pierced since I was in 7th grade and I finally did it. And I'm proud of it. Dave pierced it for me Saturday night. I really like it and I'm glad I did it. If you're thinking about sending me a message about it saying that I shouldn't have done it or that it's wrong or something like that, don't bother. I didn't pierce my eyebrow for you, I pierced it for me because I wanted to. I know that you are upset about it and you don't have to lecture me about it. I know what you are going to say. I don't care how you feel about it. I like it and I'm not taking it out because you don't.

Thursday, June 7, 2007

Night of my life

Don't you just love it when you plan an evening and you are all excited about it, and then it all falls apart on you? Last night was one of those nights. We got tickets to go see a friend of ours play in Salt Lake. He's the drummer of a band called Nice and I was looking forward to seeing how they did. I got tickets for Dave and me, Catherine and Lucas, and Scott. Scott bailed on going, but said he could watch Bradley so we could go. Then he canceled yesterday evening because he didn't feel good. So, now I had an extra ticket and needed a babysitter. Noone could take him except for Cheryl. I felt bad making her watch him again, so I kept looking around.... nothing - it's like Bradley is a horrible child and noone wanted to watch him. I know it was last minute, but I guarantee you the rest of the people I asked just sat at home and did nothing. So, I started talking to Catherine to see if they were still planning on going. Lucas had to work, but she said that she wanted to hang out. I talked to Dave and he said that if we couldn't find a different babysitter then maybe we should just go hang out and play instead of going to see the band (in case it ran too late). I talked to Catherine and she said that we could do whatever. So then I asked her when she was getting off work so I could plan around her working. I never heard from her again. I called her a few times, sent texts, and got no response. So, we went down to Provo Towne Center to look around and see if maybe we could catch a movie while we were waiting for her to call back. Dave and I both wanted to see Pirates of the Carribean, so we looked at times for that. I thought it was longer than a standard movie, but Dave insisted that it wasn't. So, we got tickets for that thinking that we could see the movie and go to dinner and then pick up Bradley in the event Catherine never called back. Well, I was right. The movie was 3 hours long. We didn't even get out until after 11. And Dave was the one that said that he didn't want to keep Cheryl up late watching Bradley!!! So, we left the mall and went and got Bradley. By that time, every resturaunt between Lindon and American Fork was closed for the night. We tried Denny's and IHOP and Arbys. They were all closed. I was furious by then. I hadn't eaten since that morning so that I would have an apetite by later that night. Dave wanted to go to a sit down resturaunt after the movie so I didn't get snacks or anything. I was STARVING!!! And everything was closed. So, we came back home and went to bed. I got all excited and did my hair and my make up to go sit in a dark room and watch a movie that was a let-down. And all I have to show for it, is a ticket stub. My one night out was ruined because my husband tries to think. And it never turns out the way he thinks it will. And then he kept saying stuff like, "I'm sorry I ruined your night" and "I'm sorry you felt like you wasted your night". How am I supposed to feel!?!?! I said that I wanted to do something....not sit in a dark theater and watch a movie! I said I wanted to go bowling or play pool or do something active. And what did I get? A dark room with a big screen. I'm sick and tired of planning stuff and trying to have to just have something not go like Dave thought it would and be miserable for the entire day. It's not like this is the first time it's happened. It's always like this. He's always apologizing. I just wish he could understand how I feel. He doesn't get it, and he doesn't try to. I'm tired of being let down.

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

yesterdays tragedy

Yesterday was a fairly uneventful day. I mean we did stuff, but nothing significant and life changing happened. Well, other than we bought a dishwasher. YAY!!!! We took Bradley up to Bridal Veil falls and let him walk around. He fell in the water a few times which was pretty funny. And we did the normal run around and went to Sakura (a new teppanyaki/sushi resturaunt in Orem). When we got back from the dinner and got home and were playing with the new dishwasher, Bradley was playing on the stairs with Lily (our momma cat). We heard a thumping sound and screams of pain from Bradley as he fell down the stairs. We raced over to get him and check him out. Dave picked him up and I looked at him. Everything looked okay, until I looked at his nose. It was bleeding and I couldn't tell if it was broken or just bruised good. I got him in the bathroom and put a wet washcloth on it. He got upset that I had a washcloth holding his nose and it covered his mouth. So, I put a q-tip in it. It stopped bleeding and I cleaned up the inside of his nose a bit. We put him down after checking his eyes to see if he had hurt his head badly. And he ran off, happy as could be. That kid is so wierd.

Monday, June 4, 2007

Oh what a day...

I've been a mother for a little over a year now and I must say, things don't get any easier with time. It's always something. For example, this afternoon while I was doing some computer work Bradley came into the room after playing with the kittens (or so I thought) his hair was covered in a thick liquid and it was all over his hands and stomach. I freaked!!! I didn't know what it was and there were some things of Dave's that he was supposed to put up and hadn't. So, I raced him upstairs for a bath in hopes that it wasn't some chemical that would burn his scalp off. It turned out to be hand soap, but that didn't ease the pounding in my chest. That boy is going to be the death of me.