Ben's Wedding

Ahhhh. That was a sigh of relief because soccer season is over and Ben's wedding is also over. I can now breathe and impatiently await the birth of my next child. The reception was pretty much a disaster with the bride and groom making their entrance around 8pm instead of 7pm. Most of the food was ready by 7:30, but we did have a few punctual people who either mulled around wondering where Ben and Mariela were or they were recruited to help in the kitchen. Here's a few pictures that captured the good moments.

Strike 3

Well, as some of you may know, Brad has in recent years had trouble with his esophagus. Strike one was in January '08 when I was accused of trying to off my husband with roast beef that became lodged in his esophagus. Strike two occurred in Oct '08 when Brad tore his esophagus while enjoying some ribs (that I did not cook) at BBQ house in downtown SLC. The last strike was Wednesday night spent in the ER again because of some chicken that got stuck in Brad's tiny esophagus. Luckily, the third time is a charm and we finally got a diagnosis for his problem. He has something called Eosinophilic Esophagitis. Basically, he has some allergy and will be sent to an allergist with the hopes of figuring out what it is. Also, I have been told that I never have to cook again because it may hurt my husband. I think I could deal with that, but somehow we have to eat...

More Stress

So, I sewed this in 5 days. Okay, it was a one hour easy sew pattern, but I am a little busy with other stuff too. I am quite proud of myself because I told the girl I couldn't do it at first and she told me no one else could do it for her (it's for her cousin's wedding luau/reception this Saturday). Unfortunately, I don't have much of a backbone says Brad and I couldn't say no even though I have a lot of other things on my plate right now (like 5 kids). I had to take a picture of it before she comes to pick it up because I am so amazed at my talent:)

Preschool

So, yesterday Ian started preschool. I'm glad I got him in because this was much needed in our lives (mine and Ian's). It's really not for very long, but luckily it still tires him out a little:) Here's some pics of the dropoff:


One bonus because I waited until this year to send Ian to preschool (we skipped it last year) was that while other kids were crying for their mommies, Ian was pushing me out the door. Did I mention he was ready?

Brad's Accident

So, Friday night Brad made a new friend at a church bbq. Brad takes the longboard everywhere so he's skating around the park and his new friend is real impressed and wants to go skating together after the kids are in bed. As Brad is leaving I remind him that he is old and to be careful, but he still comes back pretty scraped up. They took a hill that cars actually drive on (Brad does not usually go this crazy). Brad's excuse is not that he is old, but that his longboard is not made for that kind of skating. It's true, it picks up speed way too fast.


So he has a few injuries and some lortab to help with the soreness. Luckily no broken bones, mostly bruises. Unfortunately, somehow this trumps my pregnant invalid status so that we have to take care of daddy. We did learn a valuable lesson:

Helmets and padding are a good idea!

First Day

When Aaron went to kindergarten last year I took his picture and I worried about him opening that big door all by himself. This year I believed I was prepared and ready for him to be gone all day long so I could have one less child to cater to. I was wrong. I had nightmares the night before and I woke up early, anxious about my little boy making friends. As we walked to school on the big day I wondered if I had prepared him enough for the tough days ahead. After I kissed him good-bye I remembered I never taught him to tie his shoes by himself. And at lunch time I worried that he wouldn't be able to open his fruit roll-up by himself. Finally, 3:15 rolled around and I could find out how everything went. When I picked him up I excitedly asked how his day was. This was his response: "Mom, we get two recesses!" What was I nervous about when he gets two recesses? Here's some shots of my first grader.

Monster Jam

Okay, this deserved a post all it's own. Brad told the boys on Thursday that he had a surprise for them on Saturday. They knew they were going to take the train, but had no idea where they were going or what they would be doing there.



Just a little background-Aaron, so of course Ian, loves anything that has to do with cars or trucks. For three years he has checked out nonfiction books about drag racing, Nascar, and monster trucks from the library. I do not encourage this, but it seems beyond my control at this point. Anyway, he's begged us to take him to the Rocky Mountain Raceway, but neither of us feel real compelled to go so we tell him no. Anyway, Brad's work was offered these discount tickets for the Monster Jam at Rio Tinto Stadium and he couldn't pass up the chance to take his boys. What a good daddy! As Ian said when I picked them up from the trax station, they had a great adventure!