Sisters, Sisters!

Sisters, sisters! 
There were never such devoted sisters, 
Never had to have a chaperone, no sir, 
I'm there to keep my eye on her 
Caring, sharing 
Every little thing that we are wearing 
When a certain gentleman arrived from Rome 
She wore the dress, and I stayed home 
All kinds of weather, we stick together 
The same in the rain and sun 
Two different faces, but in tight places 
We think and we act as one 
Those who've seen us 
Know that not a thing could come between us 
Many men have tried to split us up, but no one can 
Lord help the mister who comes between me and my sister 
And Lord help the sister, who comes between me and my man!

I love my sisters so much. Here's to a photo dump of pictures with my bestest friends ever.

Group Dating as a Youth

My first time to teach in Young Women's is coming up this week and the topic is....Group Dating!

I've been pondering a lot about this, especially this morning, and I decided I wanted to find out what YOU loved the most about group dating and maybe even share what was your most memorable group date experience.

As for myself, I loved dating in high school. I loved the relaxed environment that comes along with high school dating (no pressure to get married!). In high school, I had a lot of friends, both guys and girls. But when I was on a date, that young man's attention was on me for the night. And I loved every minute of it. Not in a selfish way, but in a it's-nice-to-be-appreciated-and-respected way. I loved when they would open the door for me or help me out of the car. They always stood by my side for the night. We usually got to know each other a little better than we would have. And they were always respectful. You don't realize how important it is to be exposed to such respect and appreciation as I mentioned until you are grown up and out of high school. Being able to see a young man act this way toward a young woman, I believe, helps us remember that we are of worth and that we don't have to be treated poorly by just anyone. It will give us a boost to carry us through the hard dating world of adult-life.

I also believe that group dating is so important for the youth in high school. Group dating protects us. Even the best boy and girl can fall if left alone too long (does anyone remember who said that??). And group dating is fun.

So please! Share with me what your favorite group dating experience was. What are some fun things you did? And why did you like group dating in high school?

Thanks everybody! Happy sharing!

So Yesterday...

...was just a bad day altogether.

After I posted on Facebook that Hailey's nap got interrupted 30 minutes before my goal time and so I had to feed her and try to fix her hair which resulted in her not wanting her hair fixed and started wiggling around and I was getting sooo frustrated....my mom ended up calling me and said she was going to come over. Scott said to accept the offer. Let her help.

Also, when Scott opened up the microwave during his lunch and said, "What the--" I just started bawling.

Add in the cramps and headache later in the day, well, I'm sure you can guess what was going on.

Two things that made my day completely worth it. No wait, three things:

1. Mom came over and helped out. Even though she thought she didn't do much (she just played with Hailey and read to her), she did so much. I couldn't have gotten caught up on the checkbook/bills if she hadn't been there to feed Hailey and help her fall asleep.

2. When I did the dishes, I didn't have very much room for the massive load of silverware. Not to mention I hate washing silverware anyway. So I left those in the sink and planned to come back to them after the birthday party Hailey and I had to go to. When I got home, I told Scott I still had dishes left and he said, "Ok, let's go do them," and dragged me up off the couch to go wash the dishes. To my great surprise, Scott and put away all the dishes and washed the remaining silverware. I can't even begin to tell you how happy that made me.

3. Hailey's first tooth broke through!!!! She has a tooth!!! I can't believe it. My little baby is growing up. No more gummy little smile. I'm so excited, though. SO excited!

Boy am I glad today is Sunday and that we are just staying home this week. Break: needed.

Going Insane!

My house, and thus my mind, is an absolute and utter disaster.

I don't think I've ever let it get this bad before.

Having a child does something to your brain. I don't know what it is, but it does something.

My thought-brain-wiring connections just don't fire like they used to.

My particularity for cleanliness and order and everything-OCD have disappeared.

I sit down and I think, where is my mind? Because I honestly can't think of anything I was supposed to be doing that day.

I used to excel at my job, and even now I can barely do that.

When a big mess would happen, I would usually make sure I took care of it right away. But now this....

...gets shut away in the microwave until I decide I have time and want to clean it.

And yes, I did just spare you a picture of my whole entire house for the sake of YOUR sanity as well.

So here's the deal.

We are going to magically watch my house transform. Mental image of before....and clean up the house in one hour for a beautiful after. Can I do it??

I just have to go running first and then I'll come back and clean. Check up at 12:00n to see how things went!

Oh, and Hailey is 7 1/2 months old and we just finally got her birth certificate. Yep. That's how it is!

Wednesday's Whims

Actually, today is about an adventure. A funny adventure.

Sometimes Scott and I will drive to Orem separately. I was up there first and he decided to join later with Hailey. Such was the case last Saturday night after the Relief Society Broadcast.

We were up having fun and whatnot, but I decided that it was getting late and was going to take Hailey home to bed. Scott could stay as late as he wanted, but I was going to leave. I had come up in the Sentra, but I got the Magnum key from Scott and went on my way.

I had the radio on to the showtunes on 106.5 and was singing my heart out. When I got to the driveway, I thought, "Hailey's asleep. I'll just keep driving around some more and keep listening to showtunes!" Plus, one of my favorite songs had just come on, so I wanted to keep listening! So I backed out and drove some more, going around and around the neighborhood.

Finally, I pulled into the driveway and turned off the car. As was habit, I reached into my purse and checked my phone. 3 missed calls! And a text! And a voicemail that said in my husband's deep voice:

"Uhhh.....did you forget to leave me something??"

Oh dear.

I had driven all the way home with the Sentra key in my purse!! So anyway, I drove all the way back up to Orem to get him. And then I think we ended up going to McDonald's. Horrid habit.

Want to hear another funny adventure??

Once upon a time on Sunday, we drove all the way up to discover that we had forgotten to grab the salad for dinner that Scott made me so dutifully run to the store for at 11:30pm on a Saturday night! We had a couple movies that we needed to bring back up to his parents anyway, so Scott decided to drive back down to Springville to get the movies and salad.

He came back up with the movies, but guess what he forgot?

The salad.

The End.

So I Broke My Leg

Welcome to Throwback Thursday!

When I was 5, I broke my leg.

I was a little girl in undies - give me a break!

Do you know what a backstop is? Imagine the tall fence behind you when you're up to bat. They're all over school parks and are commonly used for kickball during recess. Now imagine one backstop in particular. I guarantee you've seen it before. It's right across the street from the University Mall at that elementary school. It's the one in the corner next to the big marquis/businesses.

And yes, for those of you who have been fortunate enough to ride with me past that spot, you know exactly where that is. :)

It was a nice April morning and my best friend and I had gone to the park. We played a game where we would climb up the backstop to the first bar (maybe 5 feet high) and then jump off. Well, I got brave. I climbed ALL the way to the top, and even went on the part where it bends over. That is brave! I started back down, and felt my foot hit a bar. The first bar? Ok! And I jumped. And I knew that that wasn't the first bar. And I also knew that if I landed on my arms, I would break them. Badly.

Instead, I broke my leg. Badly. My right femur broke right in two. I went straight to UVRMC in an ambulance where they put me out and did surgery. Good old Dr. Schow. I woke up with my leg in traction (a giant pin through my knee and up in a sling) and had to stay that way for about a week. We had to cut my underwear and pin it on. And the food was so good. I also made a friend. His name was Cody and he would come visit me in his wheelchair.

My last day in the hospital, they put me out again, removed the pin, and put a giant spica cast on me. (Too bad I couldn't find my better pictures. Those ones must be at my parents.) I stayed that way for a couple weeks, I believe. I got my own bed set up in the living room! I also got a wheelchair! And my own bottle of chewable grape-flavored children's Tylenol!

(A) Cast goes completely down my right leg and around my foot. Hello little toesies!
(B) Cast goes around my pelvis, as well as a stick placed over the thighs to stabilize my hips.
(C) Cast continues down my left leg and stops right above the left knee.

They removed my stabilizing stick in the middle (B) and that allowed me a little more freedom with which I used to scoot around on my bum on the ground. Afterward, they removed the cast (to all my ortho friends: I screamed. I screamed and screamed and screamed. Don't you just love those little buggars!), and I got crutches! My mom couldn't afford physical therapy, so every night after my bath, she would bend my leg for me. To which I also screamed and screamed and screamed.

To this day, my right leg is still smaller than my left. It is ever-so-slightly shorter, and there is a difference in my calves when compared side-by-side. I also have two pinhole scars on either side of my knee that are so common to me that sometimes I look at my left knee and wonder why there aren't scars there either.

So word to the wise: Don't climb tall fences.

Happy TBT!

It Works!!!

Who knew that all my computer needed was a measly little update? Well, obviously I didn't. I honestly don't know that much about computers, haha. Thankfully, our wonderful Home Teacher does. Of all the random questions he had to ask on Sunday after his lesson, I think he was guided by the Spirit when he asked, "Do you guys have any IT problems that you need help with?" (He's a computer guy). We were kind of taken aback and said, "No....not really...." when suddenly I remembered my dilemma with Blogger and how much it has been bothering me lately, and he got on the computer and 5 minutes later...sha-zam! We're up and running again.

And then of course when do I finally take the time to sit down and write my appreciation? 4 days later. But! I am also going to do better about showing my appreciation by trying to blog more. I'm not going to be perfect, but it is going to be great!

Now, today is Throwback Thursday (go TBT!), so once Hailey is up, I am going to dig into the storage room and find that picture! You know, that one picture? Yeah! That one! And I'm gonna post it today and you're gonna love it!

Also, I am going to leave you with this hilarious image. Well, I thought it was funny. And too cute and darling to pass up:

Hailey is starting to get up on her hands and knees more. Rocking back and forth, you know the whole motion. The other day, she got up, and started to move forward....and her knees started going faster than her hands and she totally faceplanted it with her butt up in the air. Oh. It was adorable. I love my little almost-crawler!