A Bear!

I wish I were a bear.
If you're a bear, you get to hibernate.
You do nothing but sleep for six months.
I could get used to that.
And another thing, before you hibernate you're supposed to eat yourself stupid.
That wouldn't bother me either.
If you're a mama bear everyone knows you mean business, you swat anyone who bothers your cubs.
If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too.
Your husband expects you to growl when you wake up.
He expects you to have hairy legs and excess body fat.
He likes it!!
I wish I were a bear!
--Author Unknown



Seriously, I feel like a bear lately! GRRRR! The claws come out a lot lately! Why? I have no idea. I don't know what my problem is. I'm restless. I get annoyed at stupid things! Some days I just want to yell at everyone. GRR! I guess it's just frustration that ... well, it's just frustration. I won't go into reasons. I feel bad because I snap at my husband when I don't understand something he's trying to ask or say. I snap at the baby when she's hanging on my legs - which I should cherish because someday when she's too old to do that anymore, I'll wish for those moments. Sometimes, I just want to cry about it all! I guess we all have these moments.
What do you do when you feel like that? When all of life's frustrations - one thing after another - come at you? What do you do?! Please leave a comment with any advice, ideas, etc. I feel I could use it right about now. GRRR!

Precious Moments

I love when she wants to cuddle in my arms and look into my eyes. I love when she says, "Mahhh" and plants a wet, sloppy kiss on my knee, cheek, mouth, or anything else. I love how she walks around the room with the remote control, or any other object, to her ear like it's a phone and says, "Yeah," and other baby chatter as if she's talking to someone. I love that she imitates what I do, including putting her arms up and saying, "Yeah!!" like I sometimes do, or she says, "Wowww," to roar like a lion. I love her little "fake cry" she does and holds her arms out so I'll pick her up and hold her.

I love the little clicking sound she makes when she's sucking her thumb. I love how she says, "goy goy goy" while sucking her thumb. I love those rare times when I can make her laugh really hard at funny things I do, whether on accident or on purpose. I love to find her sitting in her room in the middle of her books gingerly picking up one after the other and looking at pictures. I love when she looks up at me when I catch her unexpectedly doing something and she gives me that beautiful smile of innocence. I love when she wrinkles up her face in a mock scowl.

I love her hair, even though she won't let me do anything with it, and if I do get the chance to do anything with it, it doesn't stay that way for long. I love her smell, most of the time :) and I love to nuzzle my cheek against her soft cheek and my nose in her hair. I love how she studies things closely, even the bumps on an orange. I love how she says, "gah gah gah" every time one of the neighbors' dogs bark. I love how she says "key" for kitty. I love to hear her laugh. I love to watch her thumb gently fall to her side as she drifts into perfect sleep. I love how she's stubborn and will go after what she wants. I love how she forms her lips into a perfect O and says, "Ooooh." I love her little fingers, her little toes, her little feet, her little mouth and her little tongue when it sticks in and out.

I love how sometimes in the morning, I'll find her completely turned around in bed and she's now at the foot, her little bum sticking in the air. I love how she wobbles up and down when she walks. I love how she makes little sounds in her throat when she's sucking her thumb. I love how she folds her arms for prayer. I love it when she takes her wet finger and thumb out of her mouth and sticks it in your face. (Or mouth, eww.) I love how she makes me smile and laugh. I love how she makes me happy.

I never tire of hearing her push a button on one of her toys over and over and over again, then jiggle and wiggle her little body each time the music plays. I love how she says, "hi" in a gentle tiny voice, sometimes barely audible. I love to hear her gentle sigh, and I love to hear her "talk." I love the way she tugs and tugs at my shirt when I'm sitting on the couch or chair to let me know she wants up. I love you, my angel! Love, mom

Sierra videos!

Here are a couple of videos of Sierra playing with her new tea set that she got from her grandma and she loves it! Thanks so much, mom! And the other one, she's taking a ride on her rocking horse, that's another favorite toy - gotta love that DI! :)

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Tears shed...

...For [one of] my wonderful cousins, Porter, who passed away last night due to a hiking accident. Before I got the call from my mom, I was having a dream. In the dream, I heard the little jingle for "Hold on to dear life", no joke. And I was crying in the dream. Then the phone rang and it was my mom with the news of Porter. I just want my Aunt and Uncle and their family to know how much I love them and that they're in my thoughts and prayers. I love all of my family and I just want to say I'm so grateful for temples and the blessings of Eternal Families. Where would we be without the gospel in our lives? I love the gospel so much.
I've shed a lot of tears this day thinking about my family - my Aunt and Uncle and the rest of their children. I can't imagine what they're going through. But my heart goes out to you all.
I've been thinking all day that Porter is now with my grandpa, I can imagine that grandpa is teasing him like he used to do with all of us and I can see Porter's cute smile.
Porter, my dear cousin, I love you and I'll be looking forward to the day when we can see you again! Love, Stacey

A Brand New Boy!

I'm a proud Aunt again! My new nephew, Cole Ryan Henke, is here! He's so cute! I want to send a shout-out to my brother and sister-in-law and tell them
C O N G R A T U L A T I O N S !!

We love you, Cole, welcome to the world!

From the mouths of babes!

Okay, so I've been reading the random facts from my cousin Kali's blog contest, and her friends that are doing the contest too, and they've been telling things about their childhood. That got me thinking of some things that we did (or said) as kids and I just have to share some of 'em. Good times, good times! *Names may be changed in some instances.* hehe.

Okay, for starters, this is terrible! (I'll get the terrible one out of the way.) I was young, I don't remember the age, but I was chasing my sister around the house and I said, "I'll get you, you SOB," and she stopped in her tracks and said, "I'M TELLING MOM!!" I didn't know it was bad, I'd heard it in a movie!!! (In fact, I believe it was Back to the Future that I got it from, blame it on that!) Nevertheless, I learned that THAT is a BAD PHRASE!

Next is a story from my sister and one of our friends, let's call her...Fran. There was this cool field in what's now known as Hidden Hollow Drive in Orem, and we LOVED to go there and explore, play, climb a cool tree, etc. Well, one time, our friend, Fran, knocked on our door and I opened it and my sister was standing behind me. Fran said, "Hey, look what I found in that field," and she held up the most GORGEOUS geode rock we had ever seen. It was a beautiful half-circle rock and in the flat side were beautiful colors. Kinda hard to explain how it looked. Anyway, so Fran is holding out this rock for us to see and my sister said, "That's mine, I lost it!" and Fran was like, "Oh....okay," and handed it to her. lol I still have that rock today, and I still love it, it's gorgeous! If you ever want to see it, let me know!

My next little tale involves the field I talked of previously. In this field was a huge tree that looked like it was going to fall over at any moment on an unsuspecting car driving on the road past it. I mean, the branches really went out over the road. It was never going to fall, it was a pretty stable tree, that's just how it grew. Anyway, we loved that tree. We were there like every day in the Summer, we'd do everything there; we'd have picnics, play house, we once made a batch of cookie dough so we could eat it in the tree, (I know, EWW) and we would climb out on the branches and watch cars go by, and this is where my story gets interesting. We were stupid kids. (Well, okay, stupid's kind of harsh, we were just mean.) We'd sit there in the branches, nicely hidden, and whenever a car drove by that had its windows down, we would yell mean things at it. I don't mean swearing, I mean little insults that were just .... well, mean! For instance. "Car is coming!" We'd wait til it's under the tree and then, "You stink!" or "Pick my boogers," or other delinquent crap like that, you know? Well, one time, a car drove by in one direction as another drove by the opposite way. We yelled something as they passed and suddenly, it braked! We froze! It backed up to the car on the opposite side and they sat there in the road for like 5 or so minutes while the drivers talked to each other. I don't remember what all they said, but when they first backed up to each other, one said, "Did you say something to me?" and then they sat there for like 5 minutes talking while we're sitting practically above them in the tree going, "Don't breathe, don't talk, don't MOVE," The cars finally drove their separate ways and we relaxed. You'd think we would have learned our lesson to not yell stupid things at cars going by....but we kept at it. Like I said, we were stupid kids! lol

That's all for now, folks, if I think of anymore funny childhood memories, I'll do another blog about it!