precious moments

He is three and normally he does not fall asleep while cuddling. I am going to miss my sweet baby. He is growing up so fast.

power outages

So there was a scheduled power outage this morning. I had double checked on the time of the outage to let Monkey's preschool teacher know and she asked me to check to see if it was going to over the two and a half hour scheduled outage so she could decide whether to cancel classes or not. The outage was due to the suppliers needing to do something on their lines so I was told unless something goes really wrong the outage shouldn't go over, in fact it probably would go under the scheduled time. So things went wrong. I assume very wrong because the outage last twice as long as it should have. Add to not being able to get online, I also didn't have my phone. Last night I had two bars of battery so I figured it would last until the power came back on. No such luck. Not that it would have made a difference because the network seemed to be down due to the power outage.
We spent a lot of time at Spencer's office today. I didn't even have bread in the house to feed the kids so we ended up there for lunch as well as just wasting time waiting for the power to come back on. The kids enjoyed it. I think I also liked it because I was out of the house.
Funny sign... one of the restraunts were closed to "out of power'.

Grandma

So I think it has been long enough ago that I will able to write about the last visit to Grandma without it breaking my heart all over again. While we were in Vernal for Bub's birthday my Aunt called to tell mom that Grandma had filed a missing person's report with the NSLPD. So I had Bub's 3 year check up on the next Tuesday so Mom asked me to stop by to visit Grandma for a few minutes.
When I got there she didn't have her hearing aides in or the batteries were dead so she didn't hear us ring the bell or knock. We were right on top of her before she realized we were there. Than one of the first things out of her mouth was that Grandpa was at one of the neighbor's houses. I really had no idea how to respond to that. We went out into the back yard and I made a quick call to mom to let her know what Grandma had told me. Whenever mom talks to Grandma, Grandma tells her that she knows that Grandpa died and that she DOES NOT go looking for him.
Because of the time of day I really didn't want to stay very long or I would have got stuck in heavy traffic. As I was getting into the car again she told me that Grandpa was down at one of the neighbors and she did not want him to be a nuisance to the neighbors. At that point I told her that Grandpa was dead and she told me that she knew that, but she also knows that he is there with her. I tried to convince her that the neighbors could not see him and so he was not being a nuisance. She also said that she makes food for him and he won't eat it. And all I wanted to do was cry because things are only getting worse. The Grandma that took me "bumming" when I was younger is slipping farther and farther away. Hopefully tomorrow my aunt gets her into the neurologist and than changes will be made. I hate that she will no longer be able to be at home, but it really isn't safe for her there. Besides, it will mean that we will not have to spend so much time worrying about her.

online social networking

So, last night I set up a facebook account. Spencer's sister sent me a request to do that whole thing and so I decided I should do it so that I could see what is happening with their lives. About three months ago i set up a myspace page so that I could see how my brother's baby boy was growing. So now here I am trying to keep track of the whole social networks. I think that the facebook was a lot more successful as far as getting friends. Already I have had four of Spencer's cousins add me to their friends list. So I guess this means that I am officially online.

bumps and bruises

I live close to two hours from the nearest hospital. Most of the time I am okay with this. We do have a clinic here that is open from 8 to 5. I know the PA that works there and respect him very much. However, whenever I call I just sit and wonder why I don't just drive my kids the two hours to see their pediatrician.

What brought this on? Yesterday Bub hit Monkey with a piece of metal that we had cut to use on the deck and then ended up not being able to use. Bub hit Monkey between the eyes and made a pretty deep cut at the end. Spencer was almost home so I waited for him to get home and than got Monkey in the car and took him up there. I call the clinic to let them know that I was coming and they told me that if it was very big that I would need to take him the emergency room! I was not very happy. I was an EMT before Spencer and I got married. If I had felt the cut wasn't all that deep I wouldn't ever bother bringing him in. In fact the only reason that I took him into the doctor instead of using sterry strips on it was because it was right between the eyes. (What 4 year old is going to leave anything on his face long enough for it to heal?)

Once I got into the office the staff is wonderful, but I ALWAYS get so frustrated when I make the call.

And it doesn't help that I feel so dang guilty. When we decided that we could not use the metal I knew I needed to get the metal right into the garbage because I knew my kids would use them as swords. So four days later I find out that I didn't actually end up not getting them into the garbage and Bub used it just like I figured he would.

the wait in almost over

Three and a half years after tearing out the VERY unstable deck that was attached to my house when we moved in I finally have something to walk out onto from my back door.

We don't have the railing on it yet so the door remains locked (the deadbolt locks from the inside and the doorknob locks from the outside to insure that my kids do not go out by themselves.) Spencer teased me that I must really want my deck was helping at 8:00 at night in the cold and wind. Well of course I am excited. I have wanted to have my deck back from the day we took down the old one!!!

Birthday pictures

I meant to get on and post pics of Bub's birthday all week but haven't managed to get the camera in the same room as my laptop to get the pictures off. (which thank you Spencer for my new camera!! I LOVE it!!!!)

First off we have birthday dinner. Chinese for me. Maybe when he is older he will get to decide what we have. It actually worked out really well. Mom was sick and so didn't feel well enough to even try to make dinner and I really wanted Chinese. So Bub got take out Chinese for his birthday dinner.

This is the first time we lit the candles. If you look you can see that the flames are all being blown to Bub's right. Monkey decided he needed to help.

Here is the second (or maybe it was the 3rd time because I think I remember Bub blowing his own candles out before we were ready for him to. this is why you should post while the stories are fresh in your mind.) He wasn't interested in blowing them out himself so Grandpa helped this time.

Here is a cute picture of him eating his cake. Which his cake is a strawberry cake with vanilla icing. He picked both the cake mix and the frosting out himself.

This is the funnest picture I got. Dee was feeding him frosting. By the time I got to the camera it was down to her just teasing him, but it was still a fun memory.

Happy Birthday Bub!

Bub's birthday is tomorrow. My baby is going to be 3.

Snow

It snowed like three inches here this morning. Luckily this time the wind wasn't blowing. Monkey wanted to build a snow man. Unfortunately the snow is too dry to make a big snow man.

So he had to make due with a smaller one.

He was able to give it small little arms and then told me it was missing "a button nose and two eyes made out of coal."

March

Today is the first day of March. I can not believe that it is already here. Last year seemed to fly so fast and it seems like this year will be the same.

Bub will be turning three in 13 short days. He is so tall. He seems to have grown five inches in the last couple of weeks. I had made the comment to Spencer that he had shot up but it wasn't until last week that Spencer figured out that the reason that Bub looks so different is that he is taller. I think that he has slimmed down a bit, but he isn't as slim as Monkey.

Monkey loves preschool. Some mornings it is harder to get him moving. However, I give him the choice of going to school or staying home. He usually decides that he wants to go to school.

On Wednesday I went into Salt Lake with Spencer. Other than the fact that we had to leave the house at a quarter to six in order to make it in on time it was a good day. Spencer's mom came in a stayed with the boys so that I would be able to go with him. It was nice to not have to worry about the boys for the day. However, I missed them by the time I got home.