Sick Sick Sick

I do not feel well today.

Bleh.

I haven't felt well since Monday, took it easy that day, and woke up on Tuesday feeling okay.  I did all my normal stuff and my body now hates me today.

**Cade is sleeping in his "big boy" bed.  I woke up at 1:30 am to the sound of little feet, the words "Pee pee" and "Uh oh."  You can fill in the rest (but in case you can't, he had peed all over the floor) 

**I am one of those people who has the annoying habit of not being able to shut off my brain.  I was up for 2 more hours after cleaning that up.  Not what your body needs when you're trying to get better.

I woke up today, Aaron looked at me and said, "You feel like crap don't you?"

Then, without me having to even ask, he called in at work and told them that he wouldn't be coming today.  He's had the boys ever since.

Bless him.

That one little gesture let me know that he puts me in front of work.  That's a big deposit in my book. 

Relationships are like that.  Just like a checking account.  There are deposits and withdrawals.  As long as the deposits are greater than the withdrawals, the relationship stays in the black. 

**the tricky part is figuring out what are deposits for that person and what are withdrawals.  I'm not a very touchy person, but give Aaron a good back scratch, and he loves you for days. 

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That's What It's For

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Aaron and I were talking about Cade and our success that we've had with potty-training so far.

**please don't jinx me Cade

I told him I think it's time to get a stool so we can teach the boy to stand up to go

**TMI?  I'm not sure.  It wouldn't be for me. 

**Jackson is fascinated by this concept of going pee in the potty.  He will go to the potty, lift up his shirt, pat his tummy and say, "Poo poo."  He's a little mixed up.

I then said, the only hard thing about a stool would be Cade trying to get on it with his pants down around his ankles. 

Aaron then informed me that that's what the hole in the underwear is for.  So the bare butt isn't showing.  Then he says, "At least I think that's what its for.  I didn't figure it out until I was about 14.  And I'm not going to ask someone.  Maybe I've been doing it wrong my whole life."

Maybe he has. 

We got our family pictures taken in September by my talented in-laws

Here are some of my favorites.

They might just like each other someday.

Love Jackson's face in this one.  

The Future is Bright

Are these perilous times?
They are.
But there is no need to fear.
We can have peace in our
hearts and peace in our
homes.
We can be an influence
for good in this world.
Every one of us.

~Gordon B. Hinckley

I remind myself of this every day.   

We were driving home from Vegas today, and I saw a billboard.  It was advertising a strip club.  Totally nude.  What was sad, was that the woman's face was not even on the billboard.  It was just her body.

Because apparently that's all that's important.

I thought about my sons.  How I hope that they value a woman not for her body or her looks (although, I will admit, there is a place for that), but for her mind and her company.  For the pleasure of simply being around her.  Taking care of her.  Respecting her.

I hope I can teach it.  

It seems like everything is just spiraling downward.  But I can have peace and safety in my home, if I'll let it be there, and do what I have to, to keep it there.

"The future is as bright as your faith."

And the oldie but goody,

"God is in his heaven.  All is right in the world."

Book Review

**I'm probably the last person in the world to read this book.  But, by some strange chance, you've never heard of this book, correct that fault, and read it.  ASAP.

Go here.

I am a biology/human body major.  I loved this book.


Don't let that nerdy statement scare you off.  It's not like any book you ever had to read for science class. 



Also, don't forget about my giveaway.  It ends November 15.  Enter here

Halloween

Jackson did not let go of that bucket all night.  Let's just say, getting him into the carseat involved much wailing and gnashing of teeth.

Cade loved "Annie No's" (Auntie Mo's) house.  She'd had uno trick or treater that night, and had bought two Costco sized bags of candy.

You do the math.

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I'm allowed to.

It's my blog.

I just started up an etsy business, and I would like more traffic.  So...

I'm doing a giveaway.

The prize.  A pair of crocheted boot cuffs (your choice of color) or a $25.00 credit to my store.


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 I'm currently working on some burlap stockings.  They'll look something like this. 

The nice thing about having a shop, is I make things that I like.  Then if they don't sell, I get to keep them.  If they do, I still know how to make them. 

I'm Going to Die

I did another slot canyon this Saturday.

We started out hiking in this lovely wash.  Nice and flat.  Soft sand.  Pretty autumn leaves.  I was thinking, "This is great!"

And then we went up.

Up a mountain.

A steep one.

**I am one of those people who pretends that I'm brave, but really, I'm a big fat chicken.

I was dying. 

Not of pain or exhaustion, but I really thought I was going to die at one point.  I was stretched as far out against the rock face as I could, trying to find a foothold while keeping my hands clenched against the rock.  I could feel myself slipping.  Oh man, it was bad.

And then we had to go down.

Down is even worse. 

You see how far you could fall the ENTIRE time.  Not just if you turn around and look down. 

I don't think I'm going to go canyoneering again in the fall.  Rappelling into a chest high section of water that was freezing cold is not my idea of a swell time.

**we also ran into this lovely group of men from CA there for a bachelor party.  Their favorite topic?  Rape.   And how funny it is.  Oh and let's not forget the f-bomb.   Because conversations are always so intellectually stimulating when that one is thrown in there.   I was definitely getting the "creeper" vibe.  We let them go in front of us. 

So I don't sound like a Debbie Downer, I did enjoy myself for part of the time.  And I do feel a sense of pride at tackling 190 foot rappels and big huge mountains.   But I don't think adrenaline rush sports will ever be my cup of tea.  I'd rather crochet.  (Grandma alert!)

We made it out of the canyon at 6:00, just when it was starting to get dark, (we started at 8:00 am).  Glade had locked his keys in our car, which was at the top of the canyon.  Glade's car was at the bottom and we were supposed to get a ride in it back to our car.  Guess who we flagged down to give us a ride?  Bachelor party guys.  We made Aaron ride with them.