I just had to do a little blog dedicated to my brother Matty. Anyone who knows him knows that I have been blessed with the world's most incredible brother. There really is no one like Matt, and I'm pretty sure he's everyone's favorite person. Even as a very young girl, I knew it was a blessing to have a brother like Matt, and I only wish that everyone could have had the same privilege. He is seriously the funniest kid I know. My mom was here visiting yesterday and since Matt is in charge of Family Home Evening at my parents house, he called with a special lesson all planned out for us, so of course we had to do it. Then he called later in the evening to see how our lesson went. It was adorable, and so Matt, our little vise and virture cop, as my dad calls him... There are so many sweet things that are so Matt I thought I might reflect on a few of them. First, Matt knows just about everything there is to know about every PG-13 and under movie there is: all the stars, the director, who did the music, what other movies the actors have been in, etc. And along the same lines, he has two of every action figure known to man, and also knows all of their names forward and backward. He can name every President of the United States, number, who their wife was, how many terms they served, if they were assassinated, etc. He is very specific about his routine, eats almost the same breakfast and lunch every day, always has a bowl of popcorn with his afternoon movie, and before bed every night, he eats a bowl of cereal and a glass of chocolate milk. He always sits on his floor with his legs crossed in a hyper extended version of indian style, I don't know anyone else that flexible. He's always cracking his knuckles and grinding his teeth. We're always giving him a hard time for "picking his bald spot," to which he always candidly replies, "it's my business!" He loves his "job" volunteering at the DI. He loves to bare his testimon in church and does so almost every fast Sunday without fail. He has looked forward to being an uncle his entire life, and absolutely loves every minute of it. He is so cute with the kids and they love their uncle Matt! What a guy! So I would like to dedicate this blog to Matt, who, by the way is about to celebrate his tenth anniversary since he was diagnosed with Leukemia! Way to go Matty, you rock!
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
I would like to submit that the flu shot is definitely NOT a waste of time. Of course, I didn't get around to getting them for all of us back in October, and we are paying for it this week. Next time I'll take the 45 minutes and get it done, because this is definitely not worth it! So basically all five of us have had a terrible cough, congestion, runny noses, fever, body aches, headaches, and rashy-ness for the last, oh, six or seven days, and every time we think it's starting to get a little but better, we wake up the next morning worse than the day before. Yuck, yuck, yuck... I am so sick of being sick! And also something else I've realized is that moms and dads DON'T GET SICK DAYS! I used to think that my mom never got sick, and now I just realize that she just couldn't take a sick day. And I know exactly how she feels because I am so exhausted after this week, and I feel like crud, but I still have to be up all night with the three little munchkins. Not that I mind taking care of my sweet babies, but it would just be nice to do so without being sick myself. Sorry, I'm a little rambly but my head feels so fuzzy I'm having trouble putting together a coherent thought... The morale of the story is: GET THE FLU SHOT!
Monday, February 18, 2008
So I realized that I never posted anything about Valentine's day, and I just had to pat myself on the back, because for once I really blew Craig away! YES! I am like the worlds worst person at surprises, and so the fact that I totally got him, well, it's a big deal. First of all I told him not to get me anything, because what I was doing was for both of us, which totally threw him. I ordered us snowshoes, we went a few weeks back with some friends and kept talking about how much we wished we had some of our own, and you gotta love Ebay, by the way because I got a screaming good deal! So they arrived about a week before Valentine's day, but I didn't want to just give them to him, like "hey, here are your snowshoes, oh and I got some for me, and I'm a nerd." So, when he got home from work on thursday I sent him on a GPS treasure hunt. He was totally confused when I made him leave with Carter right after he got home and the house looked totally normal, and I made him wait until he got in the car to look in the bag and see what he was doing. I sent him geocaching all over our neighborhood (and yes I set them up all by myself, coordinates and everything!) and he ended up in our backyard, heehee, where I had buried the snowshoes, in what else... the snow! When he came in he was so excited he almost didn't noticed that I had transformed the dining room into a crab feed with a red table cloth, candles, balloons, and everything! It was a table setting that would have made Meghan proud! Once he got over the initial shock of the snowshoes, however, he was pretty stoked about the food. (Carter ate all the snacks I had packed them for their hunt, so he was pretty hungry) We finished off the night with popcorn and candy and a classic romantic comedy in our room, you gotta love Fools Rush In. For once... I got Valentine's Day right, YES!
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Today I taught the kids how to bake bread. Okay, so I taught them how to dump the flour into the bowl without spilling, crack an egg, and they even learned how to mix flour and yeast. It was pretty fun, and they were the two cutest helpers I've ever had. It's so fun to watch them get old enough to do all sorts of new things. Hannah never ceases to amaze me, everyday she does something completely new. She loves to make up songs and play with her baby. She totally mimics me when I'm taking care of Ethan, this became a little bit of a problem when I would nurse because she would want to feed her baby the same way...so we got her a bottle to feed her baby with, he he. Carter on the other hand is always eating. I have to find a new creative place to hide his favorite foods so he's not constantly stuffing marshmallows down his throat, but he always gets past my defenses. Ethan, he's just a sweet, happy, giggly baby! But anyways, back to the bread... after it was done and we were eating it with dinner, Hannah kept saying, "Mommy, this bread is so delicious, we made delicious bread!" It was so cute!