I really do believe that some people are blessed with the gift of tongues. Language just comes easy to some people. I am not so much one of those people. But . . . I do know a little child who just might have that gift . . . or at least HE thinks he does. A couple months ago Hayden informed me, "Mom, did you know that I know Baby language? . . . And I didn't even have to go to a camp!" Pretty impressive! Since that time he has presented us with all sorts of "languages" that he has mastered. Among them is a language that he calls "grumble" language in which each word spoken is done so by simultaneously sucking in air as he speaks. For a while he went around speaking in "Grumble" language a good part of the day. The other language he has used quite often is baby language or what he simply defines as "Whine." If Tilson happens to be crying Hayden will volunteer to translate for us. He will tell us, "I know 'Whine' Mom. Tilson just said he wants a drink." Or Hayden will get up in Tilson's face and simply start saying using different intonations, "Whaa, whaa, whaa? Whaa, whaa, whaa, whaa whaa . . . " And then listen for Tilson's response. I can't lie . . . I'm excited to see where this Master of languages goes in life. With these languages that he has mastered already who knows what he might do! He did tell me the other day that he knew all of the languages except for spanish. Oh Hayden, you are awesome!
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
That's not funny! . . .
Has anyone else had a hard time trying to displine a child who is misbehaving, when you really just want to laugh? I have to admit that this happens quite often for me. On Sunday Ada was being a little stinker in church. She was wiggling around and talking too loud, and during the sacrament we were trying to get her to sit down and be quiet.
"Ada, can you sit down and be quiet?"
And then in a sassy voice she says, "A-D-S . . . Yes." She was obviously copying the boys, but lacked the phonetic skills . . . We should have insisted on her talking in a quieter voice and then followed through with getting her to sit still, but instead both me and Lamon started to laugh. It was during the sacrament hymn, and we had a hard time containing ourselves. Irreverant I know. But it was really funny.
Kids can be so funny even when they are naughty! A few days ago the boys got into one of their little fights. I made them come into the living room and sit on the couch while I listened to each side of the story. I was trying to get them to work it out, but it was a little hard because the whole time this serious talk was going on Drew was doing "Arm farts" which I hate! Ask me how happy I am with the neighbor friend who taught him that trick! Everytime he does his "arm farting" we tell him that it is not funny and crude. But this time I was intrigued because he was involved in this serious conversation while simultaneously making these tooting noises with not his arm, but his leg. I have to admit that I was kind of amazed at his skill at this. But don't worry. I didn't laugh and I gave him the "that's not funny Drew" speech without any problem. But it was hard I assure you! And I would be lying if I said that I didn't for a minute think about trying to do it myself when no one was looking . . . just to see if I could. I promise that it was a very short lived thought though.
"Ada, can you sit down and be quiet?"
And then in a sassy voice she says, "A-D-S . . . Yes." She was obviously copying the boys, but lacked the phonetic skills . . . We should have insisted on her talking in a quieter voice and then followed through with getting her to sit still, but instead both me and Lamon started to laugh. It was during the sacrament hymn, and we had a hard time containing ourselves. Irreverant I know. But it was really funny.
Kids can be so funny even when they are naughty! A few days ago the boys got into one of their little fights. I made them come into the living room and sit on the couch while I listened to each side of the story. I was trying to get them to work it out, but it was a little hard because the whole time this serious talk was going on Drew was doing "Arm farts" which I hate! Ask me how happy I am with the neighbor friend who taught him that trick! Everytime he does his "arm farting" we tell him that it is not funny and crude. But this time I was intrigued because he was involved in this serious conversation while simultaneously making these tooting noises with not his arm, but his leg. I have to admit that I was kind of amazed at his skill at this. But don't worry. I didn't laugh and I gave him the "that's not funny Drew" speech without any problem. But it was hard I assure you! And I would be lying if I said that I didn't for a minute think about trying to do it myself when no one was looking . . . just to see if I could. I promise that it was a very short lived thought though.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Navigational Errors
I worry about my brain sometimes. I really do. I have got to be the most unobservant person that I know of. And yes . . . I am a little bit navigationally challenged. I have told multiple people multiple times that the GPS is one of the greatest inventions ever invented, and that the manufacturers should put "Marraige Saver" as a selling pitch on all of their advertising. I can recall a few times before the GPS that Lamon was a little less than pleased with my inability to read a map and in my failure to help him figure out where we were going. The day we got a GPS was a very blessed day!
Anyways, I shouldn't even admit to this . . . (it will really reveal the extent of my brain problems), but a few weeks ago I dragged Lamon along with me garage saling. On our way back I was just chit chatting away and I looked out my window. I was noticing what a difference it makes when someone takes care of their yard. There were some old homes that were so classy looking, and next to it would be an old home that looked like it needed to be condemned . . . all because of the yard. I mentioned this to Lamon. All of a sudden Lamon turned right down a street.
"Lamon! Where are you going?" I said. This was not the way to get home!
Lamon gave me the "Mary, Are you there?" look and said, "Uh . . .home? We are on ----- N Mary."
And sure enough we were! . . . In my mind we were still way North. Oh it is fun to be me. It's not the first time I have gotten lost to my own house. But I'll save that story.
Another Navigational Adventure happened about a month ago. Lamon was working the Saturday of the Kimball Reunion at This is the Place State Park. It sounded like so much fun. I decided that I was going to be brave and take the four kids myself. I could do it! I put the address into the GPS (that wonderful blessed device) and off we went.
Well, I can find a way to get lost even with a GPS! It is talent that few people possess. The tricky thing with the GPS is that by the time it talks to you . . . sometimes it's too late to make the turn/exit. So I was trying to anticipate the turns etc. To make a long story short . . . I made a couple wrong turns . . . took a couple wrong exits . . . and each time I did I would say "Oops." And the kids kept asking, "When are we going to get there Mom?"
"Oh . . . sometime."
At one point I actually made a wrong turn and was heading up the canyon. Hayden asked me, "Are we almost to Salt Lake?" To which I replied, "Actually we are headed to Park City right now."
"Huh?" . . .
"Oh nothing . . . we will get there."
And we did eventually. It took a little longer,
but I think it just added to the adventure. And I was proud of myself for being brave. The kids did have a blast. We stayed there 
all day long. Here are some pics of our fun "brave" day. And I am pretty sure if I had to do i
t again I could find my way there . . . 
Anyways, I shouldn't even admit to this . . . (it will really reveal the extent of my brain problems), but a few weeks ago I dragged Lamon along with me garage saling. On our way back I was just chit chatting away and I looked out my window. I was noticing what a difference it makes when someone takes care of their yard. There were some old homes that were so classy looking, and next to it would be an old home that looked like it needed to be condemned . . . all because of the yard. I mentioned this to Lamon. All of a sudden Lamon turned right down a street.
"Lamon! Where are you going?" I said. This was not the way to get home!
Lamon gave me the "Mary, Are you there?" look and said, "Uh . . .home? We are on ----- N Mary."
And sure enough we were! . . . In my mind we were still way North. Oh it is fun to be me. It's not the first time I have gotten lost to my own house. But I'll save that story.
Another Navigational Adventure happened about a month ago. Lamon was working the Saturday of the Kimball Reunion at This is the Place State Park. It sounded like so much fun. I decided that I was going to be brave and take the four kids myself. I could do it! I put the address into the GPS (that wonderful blessed device) and off we went.
Well, I can find a way to get lost even with a GPS! It is talent that few people possess. The tricky thing with the GPS is that by the time it talks to you . . . sometimes it's too late to make the turn/exit. So I was trying to anticipate the turns etc. To make a long story short . . . I made a couple wrong turns . . . took a couple wrong exits . . . and each time I did I would say "Oops." And the kids kept asking, "When are we going to get there Mom?"
"Oh . . . sometime."
At one point I actually made a wrong turn and was heading up the canyon. Hayden asked me, "Are we almost to Salt Lake?" To which I replied, "Actually we are headed to Park City right now."
"Huh?" . . .
"Oh nothing . . . we will get there."
And we did eventually. It took a little longer,
but I think it just added to the adventure. And I was proud of myself for being brave. The kids did have a blast. We stayed there 
all day long. Here are some pics of our fun "brave" day. And I am pretty sure if I had to do i
t again I could find my way there . . . 
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Wal-mart Confessions
I shop at Wal-mart. I do. I admit it. I have a lot of friends who wouldn't be caught dead stepping foot in a Wal-mart, and I totally understand their reasoning. I feel out of place sometimes when I am there. But I just cannot resist their price-matching convenience!! Am I a little embarrassed about my Wal-mart shopping? I shouldn't be, but I admit that sometimes I am. In fact there is something about shopping there that sometimes makes me feel like a criminal. I usually go late at night, and when I come home I get out to take my groceries in and I peer up and down the street. I wonder . . . "Can anyone see me right now? And if they can see me . . . will they be able to make out the Wal-mart logo on my bags?" And then I sneak inside. Okay . . . maybe I am exaggerating a little bit. But while I was doing my price matching at Wal-mart yesterday I was shopping and wondering to myself, "Is it possible to be cool . . . AND shop at Wal-mart?" . . . It must be! I'm cool, and I shop at Wal-mart. But then I did something that sort of shattered that thought. I was price matching for a pound of strawberries, but didn't see them. Their 2 lb container of strawberries was only 2.50, so I grabbed one. But then later I found the 1 lb container of strawberries. Ah ha!! Sweet. Then, please don't judge me, but I looked around slyly . . . then I picked up my 2 lb strawberries and nonchalantly placed them in the pile of 1 lb strawberries while taking two 1 lb containers. It's true. I actually did that. I felt like a shoplifter or something while I committed this crime, worried that someone would see me and call me out. I always wonder why people are so lazy when they just drop there stuff at random places in the store . . . but here I was . . . leaving my strawberries where they didn't belong. All I can say is that to redeem myself I not only put my cart away but grabbed someone elses too after I unloaded the groceries in the car. I hate it when people leave their carts in parking stalls. How lazy! You for sure will never catch me doing that! :) Anyway . . . there it is. No more sneaking around. I shop at Wal-mart, and am a grocery item dropper! . . . I'm still cool though, right?
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Tilson is 5 months old
Oh my I can't believe how fast time flies. Tilson is growing up so fast. He has been eating rice cereal and oatmeal for a month now and loves it. He just gobbles it down. He is starting to put himself to sleep at night . . . which means it won't be long now before he will join his brothers in their room! He is also grabbing things and playing with toys and is just about rolling all over the place. He is such a good tempered baby. He hardly ever fusses unless there is something wrong. Well he has been fussing a little bit this last week, and what did he get just in time for his 5 month old birthday . . . his first tooth! Love this little guy. We all do. 
I was doing the dishes the other day and Ada was in the living room talking to Tilson who was playing on the ground. I went to check on them be
cause Tilson was sort of grunting, and I found Ada with her arm around Tilson fast asleep. Tilson was just lying there happy but grunting a little bit under the weight of her arm. It was pretty cute.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Having a "Mary Moment"
Yesterday we (me, my mom, sister Sue, sister-in-law Jeanine, and brother-in-law Todd) had a garage sale. I pretty much wrote a fabulous ad on KSL which listed it as a Huge, Ginormous 5+family sale. Well, my writing skills must have been incredible because a lot of people showed up!! Okay fine, it probably wasn't my writing skills that drew them in. Anyway, I am not discussing my writing skills or the extent of the ginormousness of our garage sale. No, I wanted to share something else entirely. It was pretty busy there for awhile. My mom was taking all of the money, and I thought I would be a great daughter and go get her some food. I brought her back a big muffin and a cup of milk. She appreciated it, but then things got busy again and she didn't have a chance to eat it. And not only that, but after a few minutes I had a bit of an accident. I was adding up the totals and my mom was writing them down, and I don't know how I managed to do it, but I knocked over the cup of milk and it spilled it all over the paper that my mom was writing on! Oops. We managed to get things cleaned up and survived that mishap. When the garage sale was over I went around and was picking up garbage. I was picking up a bunch of empty soda cans and while doing so managed to accidentally knock over a full soda can. And then for whatever reason I start freaking out, "Oh fart (my cuss word that slips out on occasion)!" I then hurried and picked up the soda can and accidentally knocked it over again . . . and again. "Aah! Somebody help me!" I actually said that. Then suddenly Lamon's brother Todd came over and looked at me and said, "Are you okay?" . . . He looked a little amazed at my inability to pick up a pop can and with my screaming out for assistance."Uh . . . ya." I then said that I was just having a "Mary Moment" It is a coined phrase that I don't even know how to define, but anyone who knows me knows exactly what it means and they too use the phrase frequently. Just the other day Lamon's mom came over and said, "I have to tell you a 
story. I had a "Mary moment." I've had quite a few people share their "Mary Moment's" with me and I can't lie. I feel a little famous for it. It's nice to know that I am being remembered for something and that the phraseology created due to my own unique talents may just be passed down through the generations.
story. I had a "Mary moment." I've had quite a few people share their "Mary Moment's" with me and I can't lie. I feel a little famous for it. It's nice to know that I am being remembered for something and that the phraseology created due to my own unique talents may just be passed down through the generations.It's kind of funny, in High School Todd (my now brother-in-law previously mentioned) was voted Most Likely to be a Supreme Court Justice. It's been ten years since we graduated and Todd isn't a Supreme Court Justice quite yet, but he is close to finishing a Doctorate Degree from Stanford. I on the other hand was not put in the year book as being "most likely" to be anything prestigous, but I did make it on a little survey that they did one day in which different students were being voted upon based on certain criteria/attributes. And I made the list. And what was the category the
y put me in? . . . Most Accident Prone! All day my friends were coming up to me telling me that they voted for me. I felt so honored! :) All I can say is that like Todd. . . I am living up to all expectations of me. They would all be so proud. Here are some links of some previous"Mary Moment's" from this blog.
y put me in? . . . Most Accident Prone! All day my friends were coming up to me telling me that they voted for me. I felt so honored! :) All I can say is that like Todd. . . I am living up to all expectations of me. They would all be so proud. Here are some links of some previous"Mary Moment's" from this blog.
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