Moving Day!

Who doesn't love moving day?! WooHoo! Party! Its especially fun when you have a lot of crap. Big, heavy, awkward... crap. That's what is really comes down to. When I start packing, I want to pack every last little scrap and screw in newspaper and bubble wrap and write "FRAGILE!!! AH!! BE SO GENTLE!!! " on every visible surface. But by the end of the day, I want to throw everything against the wall and throw it away, well I don't want to throw it anywhere. I don't want to touch anything and I don't care if I ever see it again. The day was sometime in the middle of April, and we were set to move everything to my dear Grandparents' house who had room in their basement. We rented this lovely monster...

I was quite surprised at how fast we filled it up. Then it was off to unload. The space my grandparents have is perfect and roomy, the hallway and door to get there is just a little narrow, and presented a little challenge.

I think at this point its a little stuck. Also at this point, I think my husband is having a great time and enjoying the whole experience.

Oh, on second thought, I think he wants to kill me for ever thinking we ever needed a single piece of furniture.

Thankfully we had lots of family there to help us out and make the move much less painful. Here we have my father-in-law, Bruce. Chantel was also there to help with my parents and Cass and Braiden. Thanks you guys!

"Now, babe, lets get a picture to document and remember this wonderful day!"

"No, seriously! A happy face!"

Okay... nevermind. Yikes. I don't think Randon likes moving.

Overdue Easter

I wasn't sure how Easter would work this year, if it all would still go over Easton's head. Well, he turned out to be an avid fan of the activities and quite a skilled Easter egg hunter. Our Easter bunny leaves candy on the floor in a trail to the Easter baskets. Easton was first in awe, then overjoyed. He is a big fan of candy and he wasn't losing any opportunity to grab all the jellybeans he could from the piles at his feet. Once he got the idea that you were supposed to go find the eggs, he was all over it. Once he realized there was more candy inside the eggs, he was a man on a mission. We ended up having a lovely Easter. Easton looked so handsome! (Notice the handful of jellybeans...I'm sure there are several in his mouth too.)

On the hunt...

The loot!

Hello Again.

Crikey. Once you get behind in blogging, it seems quite the daunting task to catch up. But I will try. In the meantime, let us all listen to the brilliance that is Paul McCartney and watch Easton get down with his groovy self. But not at the same time. Or maybe... if you live on the edge like that.

This was during our Cinco de Mayo fiesta. Cass turned on some lovely tunes and Easton turned on his boogie. I love his serious face... there is no messing around people. We gotsta dance.

Randon is OLD

Hahaha. Just kiddin. Yesterday was his 29th birthday. Hooray! Happy Birthday! I've never really gone all out for his birthday, and he says he hasn't really celebrated in 10 years, so I thought, why not make him uncomfortable and make him the center of a little attention? We had a little party, my fam came over with me and Chantel to help celebrate. I was all excited to use my mad cake decorating skills that I learned at my Mom's, but Randon desired an eclair cake. This presented a challenge. So I did my best and busted out the sugar crystals for one awesome transformers cake. Haha. Luckily Randon doesn't care one little bit about what his cake looks like, as you can see. Not a whooole lot of enthusiasm for that ridiculously cool cake. And really, after I listened to the beauty of the singing on this video, I coulnd't help but share the joy with the world...


We played a little "How well do you know Randon", and we learned he would rather eat a human toe rather than cut off his own. He's a practical thinker, that boy. Obviously you might need your own toe in the future. Then we opened presents. I loved that he looked like a little kid on the birthday chair opening presents. I hope he had a good time. Thanks for the partyers who came and helped out. And my dearest 29 year old love, if you read this, Happy Birthday, I love you so much!

Oops

When your son has a hobby such as this:


Creating such architectural masterpieces such as these...



He might spot the oats in the back corner. And this might happen...

I caught him in the act and bless his heart, he was so happy, I hardly had the heart to stop him. He was so excited, smiling from ear to ear, spreading the happiness of oat confetti. And look, he even put the lid back on. He is just so darn considerate. I've learned yet another lesson, and oats go up high. Like I can blame him, and even if I could, who could get mad at this face?

Ramblings

Kylee said I'm a loser because I haven't blogged. In an effort to regain the status of a winner, I am going to blog my random thoughts. I like to read people's random thoughts. So I'm going to write my own while I work on getting a legitimate family update put together.


*Every time I visit my friendly neighborhood gas pump, it politely asks me if I would like a receipt. Every time I politely decline. And EVERY time I receive one anyway. What the heck? If "no" really isn't an option, don't present it as one. Every time people.

*A word of advice. Don't eat a handful of your son's happy, colorful fruit loops just prior to eating your own bowl of honey nut cheerios. It will make your so called "healthier selection" look unexciting and taste very bland.

*I love it that Easton knows just what to do with a Tide pen. He finds one, takes off the cap and carefully rubs it on a non-existent stain on his shirt. Yes, he has quite a messy mother for an example.

*The above mentioned little boy would now like to play. So, that's all for now.

**Oh, and they moved Randon to work in the communities in Tooele/Stansbury Park. Sigh. Almost exactly the same commute time. But he sees many more people out there. Fieldstone changed to their summer hours now, being open till 7:00pm. That means Randon doesn't get home till almost 8:00. Don't love that little detail.

Don't Be Alarmed

Its just me.


Proof for my sister Cass that I cut my bangs. We made a pact and she has to as well. So there, Cass, its true! You better do it!

Just for the record, I do not worship the devil. I always see people doing this in pictures and I always felt left out of that hard-partyin club. Some people like to do it vertically. Sideways is much more hardcore.

Thats pretty much the excitement around here. We all got haircuts thanks to my lovely sister in law, Nola.

Oh, and I realized, I never updated about our job situation. Randon accepted a job with Fieldstone Homes about a month ago. He's been through training and is now a sales counselor at their Springville community. We are so happy and feel so blessed he even got a job. He doesn't exactly love the commute to Springville, or the fact he got placed in the community that gets the least sales traffic, but he loves the company and would love to work his way up. They treat him well, we can put food on the table, and we have health insurance. All is well. We are going to try and sell our home. Hahaha. Yeah. I know. Blah. The very thought of packing and moving makes me want to barf. But we feel blessed and we are happy.

Easton and I are going a little stir crazy. We want to play outside!! Bring on the warmth!

I'm going to go rock out some more now. :)