The STAGE of Summer...

I am alive. I am breathing. I am blogging. But who am I really?? I am late. I am procrastinating. I am....just me. If life was a stage and I was an actress on that stage I think I would look the Director square in the eyes and very elaborately say, " Who do you think I am?!" to which the Director would lovingly reply, "I am still trying to figure that out." (This is the weirdest blog I have ever read-whispers an audience member). So my dear friends and bored blog stalkers, this is where I stand, on this stage, trying to let the Director know I am trying my guts out to give the show of my lifetime. And this funny-making-no-sense-blog is a small glimpse into the mess that I am creating.


Since I haven't blogged since March, this is going to be a long post-SURPRISE!!! I am sarcasm.


My son got older, 4 years to be exact. How is this possible???
We went and saw the Ogden temple before it was torn down.
We had Easter (even though the girl's dress may lead you to thinking Christmas)...It was the first ever Easter egg hunt here in town and the kids got 20 eggs each. They were on sugar overload. But it was super fun. Small town life is getting to be pretty awesome.
Stop laughing at the bunny!!! All I could think about the entire time during this dear bunny's visit was the part on Steel Magnolias when the guy rides on the motorcycle in the bunny suit.
I went running. I love running. I ran a marathon relay with my cousin, mom, aunt, and sister. It was a lot of fun. Then I ran RAGNAR with some friends from work. It was AMAZING!!! I had a blast. So I thought I loved running so much that I signed myself up for a full on marathon. Then I remembered, I hate training. But I love running.



My daughter got older too. She is now officially 7. I thought the number 7 stood for good luck....She has had fun this summer teasing her brother and not listening to her parents. I adore her guts. A lot. This pic is from her very first birthday party. We had it at the park. We had a fashion show to High School Musical music and made jewelry. As we all know by now, I love being in charge of things and making sure things go smoothly, so I was super excited when it was over.
We signed the boy up for T-ball. He was an Oriole (he pronounced it Oreo). I love softball. I am very competitive. I am not a very good parent/fan of t-ball. I remember when I played t-ball. I was focused and dedicated. My son was neither. If you ask him what he liked about playing he will tell you right out: the treats at the end. I'm sure every parent laying on the grass watching their kid play was so tired of hearing me yell the following things:
"Bubba get your hat back on and get ready to run!!"
"Bubba get your mitt on and get the ball!!!"
"Bubba we do not hug (I called it wrestling to make my self feel better) the other players!!!" Bubba!!!! Bubba!!! Bubba!!!! My dear sweet grandmother came and watched him "play" and I was so embarrassed. And then again, I am so proud of him for getting along so well with his team mates. It was a great experience for him. Plus he gave his sister half of EVERY treat he got. What a kid.
One sad moment of our summer occurred when we had to put Rus' dog down. Gunner was such a sweet dog. When we got the house, Rus was so excited to finally get his dog that he has had for 13 years. Rus was gone on the first night that he slept here and Gunner was homesick. I slept on the kitchen floor next to the door so he wouldn't be alone. It sounds weird, but I felt that was our bonding moment and I have liked the dog ever since.
This is the kids right before Rus took him. Rus called me and was pretty emotional about it all. One of our really good friends is our vet so it was nice to have that comfort. We had a little prayer in the garage and then buried him in the backyard. Anna is continually looking around wondering where her older companion is. Let's just say we won't be watching that Marley movie anytime soon.
On to better, brighter moments....This is the face of achievement!!!! She can now ride her bike without training wheels. So brave. I tried to teach her a bunch of times, but I don't understand how to run with her and let go. I just kept holding on to the seat and running beside her. Rus was able to do it and she is doing so awesome at it.

This is Bubba being Zelda. Bubba is ALWAYS something. He is Pokemon characters, he is super mario brothers characters, he is robots, he is baby donkey kong, he is octopuses, he is tigers, he is anything that cute huge enormous imagination can come up with. As of right now, this very moment he is a pom pom ball with one eyeball (cyclops) and he cannot move or communicate. He is teaching me his language of moving his head certain ways to mean different things. Jealous much???
While Rus went on a work horse riding trip. I went home. It was Clinton fun days. It is not even close to the same as when I was little, but seriously-what is? We went to the parade that morning and enjoyed it with the cute travis family. Then we went to the quilt show where my mom had entered 3 of her awesome quilts. She is a pretty and talented lady, so overall I have to say she is pretty talented...hee hee. She really is a powerhouse.

Then the kids chilled on my parents' bed with Grandpa for a bit. They watched Mulan. Bubba is wearing his cape and was batman, superman, and of course captain america all in one.

We then ventured to the park. I decided to take some pics of the kiddos. This is Sariah cheese'n it.

I am kinda proud of this picture. I think that it is a great picture of the bubba. He is so kind and sincere. WARNING!!! This is one of those stories that mentions a potty moment. I don't want to gross you out, but I also don't want to leave you out of not knowing this funny tale. As most of you know, my husband is the KING of critical thinking. I met his PRINCE the other day on the royal porcelin throne (ha ha). Here is our conversation: (I enter the bathroom)...

ME: Woo-wee Stinky boy!!

HIM: Does my poop smell like horse poop mom?

ME: Yes! Have you been eating horses?

HIM: No...But!! (finger is pointed in the air ready to make a full explanation) he continues, "But! horses ARE related to cows and the other day we had scones and mine had cheese on it and cows make cheese...THERES THE PROBLEM!!

ME: You're right I didn't think of that.

HIM: Ya mom, you gotta think straight...I think VERY straight

Then Sariah is electri-fying. This girl is so me it is scary. Try and imagine waking up every day and not only facing yourself, but facing your mini self. I have no patience-neither does she. I am not tolerant-neither is she. I have a huge heart and can't get it expressed out all the way-neither can she. She feels exactly what I feel except she feels it: OUT LOUD! Sometimes, very rarely, I complain and my dear sweet understanding spouse just shakes his head and grins slyly.
We went to a charity event where the kids got to ride on this roller hill thingy. I was in shock that Sariah did it. again. again. again. again. again. It was so neat because the people helping were high school students. I kept thanking them over and over for running up and down making sure this man-made contraption didn't buck my dear sweet children off.
Who knew that 4 year olds have to stick their tongue out when riding on such roller thingys.
Kyson and his tongue getting ready for his plunge of rolling-ness.
Well ladies and gents this is the end. I am taking the bow. As I stand here on this stage of life, I think to myself, "Self, what does this show of my lifetime even look like?" On the outside it looks like I have it all....cute kids and a sweet husband. On the inside, I feel empty and broken. How in the world does this calculate..... I wish I had critical thinking skills, maybe I'll go take a seat on the PRINCE'S porcelin throne.