http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=396927977496
i hope this works...this is from our talent show...its not the best quality but you get the picture. i'll take some pics of our caps...just imagine some really fabulous blue eyeshadow and jewels on our faces. it was SO fun
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
exercise works dang it
well i have to write this down because it may never happen again in my whole life. yesterday i bought a skirt that was a size--6! ok that may not seem like a big deal to those who have been blessed to be little but let me tell you from my neck of the skeletal structure woods this is major. the best part is, all i'm really doing is exercising, and not even a crazy amount. i mean that is big! anyway, its exciting to see that all those weights and all that time on the tred mill is actually doing something...wow.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
the real life of a brady housewife
those are pics of Jade getting into the flour, getting into my make up, finding pads and making an art project....alana getting into everything. our house is a mess for a reason, kids...and i hate cleaning up after them every moment of my life. thought you would all enjoy seeing the normal days in our house.
updates
wow. since i got my new phone that has the internet on it i dont even come by the comp anymore....so i haven't posted for a while. lets see...the girls are great. Jade is learning more phrases everyday her new one lately is 'come help me out'. i think its darling. she found a jar of nail polish brought it over to me and stuck out her hands and feet, 'mommy, help me out.' She loves everything with wheels. Thank heavens for cameron. She loves when the car goes fast even. Everytime our neighbors come out with something with wheels- tricycle, car, bike- she MUST get on it. so we went to toys r us and got her trike...we got her a princess one that she rode all over the store, she loved it. granted not as much as the battery operated Jeep that costs $300 ... We get the bike home, she is jumping with glee, she is riding it all over the house. we take it outside and....no intrest. seriously none. She loves to pick out her own clothes, so if she see her wearing something really funny that may have been a day when she was insistant on her clothing choices- either that or her daddy dressed her. kidding cameron. She is super fiesty though. i honestly feel like i'm raising a teenage that has the vocab of a two year old. when we talk to her, if she doesn't want to hear you then she will just stand there, maybe even turn around, staring...the eyes may glance sideways at you, but otherwise you do no exsist. when she does something wrong either she goes as fast as she can to keep being naughty or she breaks down into an emotional mess. sometimes i want to give her away. never seriously but sometimes...
Alana, alana, alana. my keep baby. she is so much more brave than Jade is. i mean when we put her in the bath her sticks her face right in the water! over and over! she climbs onto everything. she is already climbing up the stairs- she cant walk. she loves to be with her sister. even when jade is mean to her- which is often. about two weeks ago i was in the bathroom putting things away. alana was standing up holding onto the toilet and jade was standing on top of the toilet. suddenly a scream, i turn around and scoop up alana- thinking that jade kicked her or something, i dont even look at alana, just start talking to jade...alana wont stop crying. i turn around and blood is pouring down her face. obviously i start freaking out. and that is the moment that jade wants all my attention. anyway lots of tears later and three dentist visits- Alana fractured the bone that encased her tooth. thankfully she didn't damage the actually tooth at all which is a miracle. The doctor set the tooth no pain killers, nothing, he set it and held it as i held my screaming child) the next two times that alana saw that doctor she starting crying immediately, poor thing. anyway there was only a 10% chance this was going to work- if it didn't the tooth would have to be pulled. Cameron gave her two blessings and her tooth is fine! i mean really! it is sticking out a little so she looks a little like that shark in finding nemo. we are so happy! Yesterday for the first time she let go while of me while standing up and just stood unassisted for a while! she will walk before summer! that is really all i need, because then her knees and hands wont be disgusting. she is kind of a momma girl, which is a good balance with jade who doesn't like me.
so the kids are good, growing and good.
cam and i have started a new exercise program in the mornings, it is great. the only problem is that we want to go running and only have a single jogging stroller. so if you have a single jogging stroller or even a double jogging stroller you would like to part with, please let me know. we have new plans about what cam is going to do for the next couple of years in his life but i wont divulge in case we once more change them as that seems to be our favorite past time. cameron will graduate in aug. amazing. then maybe i can go back to school and finish, wouldn't tha be amazing. anyway i would continue in the updates but alana is crying now.
Alana, alana, alana. my keep baby. she is so much more brave than Jade is. i mean when we put her in the bath her sticks her face right in the water! over and over! she climbs onto everything. she is already climbing up the stairs- she cant walk. she loves to be with her sister. even when jade is mean to her- which is often. about two weeks ago i was in the bathroom putting things away. alana was standing up holding onto the toilet and jade was standing on top of the toilet. suddenly a scream, i turn around and scoop up alana- thinking that jade kicked her or something, i dont even look at alana, just start talking to jade...alana wont stop crying. i turn around and blood is pouring down her face. obviously i start freaking out. and that is the moment that jade wants all my attention. anyway lots of tears later and three dentist visits- Alana fractured the bone that encased her tooth. thankfully she didn't damage the actually tooth at all which is a miracle. The doctor set the tooth no pain killers, nothing, he set it and held it as i held my screaming child) the next two times that alana saw that doctor she starting crying immediately, poor thing. anyway there was only a 10% chance this was going to work- if it didn't the tooth would have to be pulled. Cameron gave her two blessings and her tooth is fine! i mean really! it is sticking out a little so she looks a little like that shark in finding nemo. we are so happy! Yesterday for the first time she let go while of me while standing up and just stood unassisted for a while! she will walk before summer! that is really all i need, because then her knees and hands wont be disgusting. she is kind of a momma girl, which is a good balance with jade who doesn't like me.
so the kids are good, growing and good.
cam and i have started a new exercise program in the mornings, it is great. the only problem is that we want to go running and only have a single jogging stroller. so if you have a single jogging stroller or even a double jogging stroller you would like to part with, please let me know. we have new plans about what cam is going to do for the next couple of years in his life but i wont divulge in case we once more change them as that seems to be our favorite past time. cameron will graduate in aug. amazing. then maybe i can go back to school and finish, wouldn't tha be amazing. anyway i would continue in the updates but alana is crying now.
Monday, February 8, 2010
a defense for food
i'm reading a fabulous book right now...i'm just recommending it-- In defense of food: an eater's manifesto by michael pollan
It is so interesting, seriously...dont worry more posts will come from ths little gem. just pick it up and read it. but be prepared to not want to go to the grocery store for a while.
It is so interesting, seriously...dont worry more posts will come from ths little gem. just pick it up and read it. but be prepared to not want to go to the grocery store for a while.
neat
well, i stole an idea from my neighbor, tina. we turned the closet under our stairs into a play area, with the very back being a nook for reading. my girls LOVE it. plus it was quite fun to make actually. we hung a rainbow curtain right at the enterance. then we hung up christmas lights all around, put wall stickers up and stuffed that thing to the brim with all of jade's stuff. fun.
Alana is crawling all over the place and now she sits up well enough that both girls can sit up in the bath together. how cute is that? i'll tell you- very cute. Jade is doing great in the potty area of life. a few accidents but really she is so great. its amazing.
oh the other night cam and i had a 'date'. we tried to watch termanator (stinkin' scratched netflix). i went to the dollar store and got drinks and snacks for us. i got in my rockin' footies. it was fun even though the movie didn't work very well.
yeah, so here are some pics of the cute girls in my life. dont you just love a little naked baby?
Alana is crawling all over the place and now she sits up well enough that both girls can sit up in the bath together. how cute is that? i'll tell you- very cute. Jade is doing great in the potty area of life. a few accidents but really she is so great. its amazing.
oh the other night cam and i had a 'date'. we tried to watch termanator (stinkin' scratched netflix). i went to the dollar store and got drinks and snacks for us. i got in my rockin' footies. it was fun even though the movie didn't work very well.
yeah, so here are some pics of the cute girls in my life. dont you just love a little naked baby?
Saturday, February 6, 2010
i'm a night owl
*sorry about the spelling...if you dont know my spelling issues-deal. also, i dont have a filter this late so...deal...or dont read it. i'm simply writing for the sake of writing...*
why do i stay up well past when i should be in bed? its past two here and i'm still up. my mind is wandering and truly i dont want to go to sleep. i know that i would feel better the sooner i went to bed but that would also mean that this night would be over. i'm not even doing anything, just allowing junk to stream in from the glowing screen. before i had kids i used to stay up this late all the time. often i would go for walks. the moonlight would drape around me making the ground glow. With it full above my head i felt like i was in another world, a world all my own. it was safe, quiet. nothing moved, all slept but me. in my silence and solitude i could find the peace i never found while the sun was shinning. perhaps this seems terrible to those who love the day. trust me i love the sun. its warm rays touching my body. but there is something special about the moon. that white globe you can stare at. asking questions and mumbling responses just doesn't quite hold up in the glaring daylight. in Fallon i had a lot of space to walk. i could pound out my pain, my troubles with the owls and the cayotes. we were comfortable together. my quiet steps, their silent eyes. the sage were more than spikey bushes, the horizons didn't end. secrets could be kept in the middle of the night. anything was possible at night- witches, fairies, dreams you didn't dare to tell anyone but the silent glowing banks hugging flowing rivers. when i moved to utah my walks didn't really change, just the scereny. i know i worried my parents. if only they knew i trecked the small streets of provo or cedar alone--so late. i found little houses with black windows that held lives i could only imagine. creepy guys not quite sure what to make of a lonely wanna-be goth-girl milling around in the middle of the night. i found anwsers driving in my car (when that finally came) well past three in the morning. the most beautiful mornings where after long nights. even with a full moon before the sun comes up the world starts to lighten. you're sure it was light before but suddenly grass begans to have a color, the dirt turns from white to a kind of brown, depth returns to those bushes. everything is possible as light peeks over mountain tops. yellow turns trees into golden statues reminding you that life exists. pink and purple help you to see the light blue of the sky. suddenly birds will start cherping. the sun doesn't just light up the world as it starts its daily journey it warms your soul as well. a warm cup poured directly into your core. you are that glowing tree, surounded by gold and pixie dust. i think i got through depression because of those long nights of walking, wondering why, wondering how, wondering...wondering...and those mornings that told me i would someday find answers. that someday i wouldn't cry, that someday i would love. and i do. so here i sit at 2:33 and why am i awake? i've fed alana twice since we first put her down and i just tried help Jade go potty then 'nuggled' with her until she was happy, and yet i'm restless. my sweet husband is dead asleep behind me on the couch. why cant i join him? i think it may be the silence. the alone-ness. there is nothing but the sound of my clicking, the hum of the computer. for the first time all day i can just think. i can ponder. my brain and me can be reunited. oh dear friend how are you this good night? i imagine that its just me and this computer with nothing but black behind me. there is nothing but these words, the beauty of them. the glory of langauge. i can imagine all over again. i can delve into the stories in my head. i can pretend that i'm a writer, i can go into my 'own little cornor'. tiredness seeps into my bones, my stomach, my squishy middle...but going to sleep...it means i have to wake up and be a mom again tomorrow. it means that all day i get to try again at all the things i feel i fail at. i know that when the sun is shinning everything will be fine. but tonight...in this blanket, this familiar blanket. it wraps around me, holding me tightly, reminding me that i am a woman. reminding me i am seperate. my brain still tinkers around. i am all that i want to be and all that i could be. nothing is lost. sinking into this alone-ness feels like a warm bath. my dear friend the moon, i wish we could once more walk together on those paths of country dirt. someday i'll lay in dew filled grass and count the stars again. i'll watch you swim across the sky. i'll bathe beneath your light. but for tonight i know i must seek sleep for alana will awaken again before its even five and then both kids will be up at seven. good night self, good night pixies.
why do i stay up well past when i should be in bed? its past two here and i'm still up. my mind is wandering and truly i dont want to go to sleep. i know that i would feel better the sooner i went to bed but that would also mean that this night would be over. i'm not even doing anything, just allowing junk to stream in from the glowing screen. before i had kids i used to stay up this late all the time. often i would go for walks. the moonlight would drape around me making the ground glow. With it full above my head i felt like i was in another world, a world all my own. it was safe, quiet. nothing moved, all slept but me. in my silence and solitude i could find the peace i never found while the sun was shinning. perhaps this seems terrible to those who love the day. trust me i love the sun. its warm rays touching my body. but there is something special about the moon. that white globe you can stare at. asking questions and mumbling responses just doesn't quite hold up in the glaring daylight. in Fallon i had a lot of space to walk. i could pound out my pain, my troubles with the owls and the cayotes. we were comfortable together. my quiet steps, their silent eyes. the sage were more than spikey bushes, the horizons didn't end. secrets could be kept in the middle of the night. anything was possible at night- witches, fairies, dreams you didn't dare to tell anyone but the silent glowing banks hugging flowing rivers. when i moved to utah my walks didn't really change, just the scereny. i know i worried my parents. if only they knew i trecked the small streets of provo or cedar alone--so late. i found little houses with black windows that held lives i could only imagine. creepy guys not quite sure what to make of a lonely wanna-be goth-girl milling around in the middle of the night. i found anwsers driving in my car (when that finally came) well past three in the morning. the most beautiful mornings where after long nights. even with a full moon before the sun comes up the world starts to lighten. you're sure it was light before but suddenly grass begans to have a color, the dirt turns from white to a kind of brown, depth returns to those bushes. everything is possible as light peeks over mountain tops. yellow turns trees into golden statues reminding you that life exists. pink and purple help you to see the light blue of the sky. suddenly birds will start cherping. the sun doesn't just light up the world as it starts its daily journey it warms your soul as well. a warm cup poured directly into your core. you are that glowing tree, surounded by gold and pixie dust. i think i got through depression because of those long nights of walking, wondering why, wondering how, wondering...wondering...and those mornings that told me i would someday find answers. that someday i wouldn't cry, that someday i would love. and i do. so here i sit at 2:33 and why am i awake? i've fed alana twice since we first put her down and i just tried help Jade go potty then 'nuggled' with her until she was happy, and yet i'm restless. my sweet husband is dead asleep behind me on the couch. why cant i join him? i think it may be the silence. the alone-ness. there is nothing but the sound of my clicking, the hum of the computer. for the first time all day i can just think. i can ponder. my brain and me can be reunited. oh dear friend how are you this good night? i imagine that its just me and this computer with nothing but black behind me. there is nothing but these words, the beauty of them. the glory of langauge. i can imagine all over again. i can delve into the stories in my head. i can pretend that i'm a writer, i can go into my 'own little cornor'. tiredness seeps into my bones, my stomach, my squishy middle...but going to sleep...it means i have to wake up and be a mom again tomorrow. it means that all day i get to try again at all the things i feel i fail at. i know that when the sun is shinning everything will be fine. but tonight...in this blanket, this familiar blanket. it wraps around me, holding me tightly, reminding me that i am a woman. reminding me i am seperate. my brain still tinkers around. i am all that i want to be and all that i could be. nothing is lost. sinking into this alone-ness feels like a warm bath. my dear friend the moon, i wish we could once more walk together on those paths of country dirt. someday i'll lay in dew filled grass and count the stars again. i'll watch you swim across the sky. i'll bathe beneath your light. but for tonight i know i must seek sleep for alana will awaken again before its even five and then both kids will be up at seven. good night self, good night pixies.
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