Fly Me to the Moon

For starters, as I suspected, I hate the new blog look. Any suggestions/help? I know that many of your blogs look much beter than mine, so give me the dirt. I may just have to go back to something basic.

We recently decided to take a day trip to the Hill Air Force Museum in Ogden. We took Grandma and Grandpa too. I love finding great places to take the kids, and air museums always seem to be a hit with both the LG and BK. The best part was that it was free with donations accepted. They also had this amazing area for kids where they could put on flight/space suits and sit in cockpits, fly a simulator, take pictures in front of the moon, play games, etc. It was definitely worth the trip.






The BK probably loved this place more than the LG. He got suited up, put a helmet on and took a few too many pictures. The funny part is that the flight helmet he put on made him look like Eeyore. He's going to like me posting this picture about as much as he enjoys his fingers splitting open from the cold dry air. Love you BK ; )




This escapade also reminded me of one of our favorite new books called Big Plans, by Bob Shea & illustrated by Lane Smith. It's a gem. Too funny, and I'm not sure that the LG finds it nearly as amusing as I do.

Summary: Little boy with big plans bosses everyone around including the President until he finally makes it to the moon to announce his Big Plans in grand fashion. My favorite line is when he orders Missouri to, "Cheer up. You're bringing me down!"

If you haven't read it, read it. Then buy it. It is definitely worthy of a fine-free existence on your shelf.

Face Time

As promised, the TP takes center stage on this one. What is it about the second child that makes me so sad with every milestone she hits. A new tooth? Tears. My tears. Learning to finally sit up? More tears. Downward dog moves that inevitably lead to crawling? Big tears. Learning to crawl? Major depression. Maybe something is seriously wrong with me. When the LG started crawling at 6 months, I was a very proud parent who was quietly thinking to herself how physically gifted my baby was. I was so ready to have him walking out the door with briefcase in hand - okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating - a little. With the TP I wouldn't mind if she laid around cuddling with me for another 2 years. Who cares if this stunts her development. I want my baby to stay a baby. I'm out of luck. She's crawling, sitting, teething, babbling, eating real food, sleeping, and she is even regularly wearing the adorable pair of boots Santa gave her for Christmas. What kind of baby needs boots? The kind that won't be a baby for much longer. Oi, I think I need some of that medication they advertise on TV with a depressed egg that hops around.





Man she's cute.

New Year

I wanted to change my blog. Something new, bright and cheerful that exudes the same enthusiasm I have for this upcoming year, but as always happens when I have something specific in mind, I came up with nothing. I could have my brother, who thinks he is some kind of up-and-coming world class designer, come up with something, but that would cost me a lot of money. He's my business partner and I don't think he would even cut me a break. Ouch.

2009 should have been a very difficult year. The BK was laid off back in March - and we undertook a lot of crazy, should-have-been-stressful endeavors like having a baby without pain meds, packing up a month later and moving to Utah to live at my parents' house, and hanging out with my friends' parents for a good 6 months. Don't forget an inordinate amount of nightmarish road trips. All-in-all, however, this year hasn't been that tough. I've definitely had worse. And all I am left with thinking is that I am incredibly blessed. I have a fabulous, feisty and forgiving family. I have generally great health minus a few unwanted pounds. I have shockingly happy children who don't seem affected by my moodiness or tendency to raise my voice. My husband never stops working - even when he is out of work, and he hasn't stopped loving me yet.

I suppose it would have been rational to wish for things I didn't have last year like money or my house or half of my winter clothes that are still in storage, but every time I thought those things, there was always a loud voice shouting in the back of my mind, "WAKE UP STUPID, MOST PEOPLE WOULD LOVE THE FREE TIME, THE FAMILY TIME, AND THE VACATION TIME YOU HAVE." It's true, so I would take an aspirin and get on with my fabulous life.

Well, as always happens, seasons pass. The BK found a job. Provided that all things work out over the next couple of months, we will be moving to San Antonio, TX, baby! I am ecstatic. I love a new adventure, and I will be shocked if any season of my life lasts longer than a year or two. We hear good things about San Antonio, and I have always liked thinking that somewhere inside me is a cowgirl waiting to escape to someplace wide open, ridiculously into all things enormous, and just waiting for me and my horses to trample a path into fame. Huh? I don't even know what that means.

Anyway, I have high hopes for this year. It's the year of the Tiger. It's a New Year, and my only resolution that you need to know about is that I plan to take more pictures of the TP. Poor thing, we broke our old camera not long after we had her, so I need to make her feel like she existed when and if she ever reads these memoirs. I love you baby girl.

Here we come 2010. Hope you're ready. Happy New Year y'all!!!