i'm addicted

To chapstick. Lip balm. Whatever you call it, I'm addicted to it. I can't go very long without putting it on, and I definitely can't sleep without it. I apply it right before I fall asleep, so that it will last longer through the night. If by any chance my kids wake up during the night, I must then reapply.

In the wintertime I found the most wonderful chapstick. And it actually is Chapstick! The peppermint flavor became my chapstick of choice and I never planned to change. Well, now it's February and I cannot find it anywhere! I am scraping the bottom of my purse tube, and my kitchen counter tube is getting too low for comfort. My night time tube is the one that has been replaced by various alternatives. Cherry Natural Ice is the best alternate, but I'm really missing my peppermint. (It has to be minty/menthol chapstick too, if not, it makes my lips crave it even more) Jana recommended Burt's Bees, so today I bought one when I was at Walmart. I liked it, but it's no peppermint.

Catchin' Up

There are about a dozen things that I've been meaning to blog about. I'm just trying to make it day to day at this point, but I decided that tonight is the night that I do a post! So that's what I'm doing. To condense the last several weeks events into one post I decided to pick just one picture of whatever we've done. And just a few random ones thrown in.

Like this one. How could I take away her purple crayon? Mean mother.





Nash and Elle. We love having play dates with Nash and Gray (and Halle too). I really like their expressions in this picture. They are so annoyed/bored with me taking their picture.





Swimming at the Lehi Legacy center with cousins and Poppy. They all piled on his back and he swam them around.Such a fun kids pool, if you haven't ever been.



Eto forgot his swimsuit. By the way, his name is Ethan. Eto is just the most wonderful nickname that I will use until I die. Do you know any Ethan's? Try it out.

Taking a turn being Lisa. Lisa is my sister. She has seven kids (including Eto). Her and Trevor went on a cruise and so my mom, Jana and Mark, and I took shifts while they were gone. I had a short shift, but I learned that being Lisa is hard, McKay ignores me when he's around his cousins, they get an enormous amount of sales calls and Ellery plus two flights of stairs equals total exhaustion.

But it was fun being around my cute neices and nephews for a couple days. I got to help Alyssa make that beautiful poster. And I got to help Bryson with his Valentine's box, and calm Brandon down after a piano practice melt down. And snuggle with Ashie- she's a snuggler and Ellery is not, so I enjoyed all the snuggles I could get.

Ellery found this in the garbage. The reaction when I took it away was similar to the purple crayon.

I just thought she looked especially beautiful here, chubby cheeks and all. I like this girl a lot.

Jump On It! McKay was a blur running and jumping around, Ellery was trying to keep up right behind him. Independent, that one.

I think McKay liked Valentines day almost as much as Christmas. That's what's great about this holiday. Kids think it's so special, but it takes hardly any preparation. He was thrilled with making Valentines for daddy, donuts for breakfast, which are "very unhealthy"- he always reminds us, balloons, a pink bath, picking out a red shirt to wear, calling several relatives to wish them a happy valentine's day, and seeing both sets of grandparents. It was a good day for this boy.

It was a a good day for this girl, too. She ate this whole donut for breakfast. I was amazed.

McKay also went to the circus with Grandma, and the aunts, but every time I tried to upload the picture, a picture of my cat came up. Is she sending me a message from the other side?

Tibbers, are you there?

but I'm twelve

Today I recited the Young Women's theme with a group of young women for the first time in ten years. It was weird to hear myself saying it again, but aside from the new additions, I still knew it. As I stood up to introduce myself to those young women that I don't know at all yet, I felt like I was still one of them. Am I really old enough to be leading them? It was strange. But also exciting.

It seems like for the past two weeks young women's is all I've been thinking about. All I've been praying about. All I've been worrying about. Poor Brian is tired of hearing me talk about it. He's also been getting a kick out of saying, "You're not the president of me." when I ask him to do something. I'm a little bit terrified of this new calling. . .but grateful for the already amazing experiences that have helped me to know that it's where I'm supposed to be. And grateful for the things that fall into place right when you need them to. And definitely grateful for both the wonderful blessings that Brian and the bishop gave me, specifically reminding me that the Lord will make up for my weaknesses. . .which are many. "The Lord doesn't call the equipped, He equips the called." Counting on that.

As if all that hadn't already complicated my previously very uncomplicated life, I now have been summoned to report to jury duty selection. Really hoping that they don't want me, although dad says, "it's a privilege." Cross your fingers.

this may be vague . . .

. . .but I'm pretty proud of this guy right now.
I know he wouldn't want to be the subject of this post. . .but I had to say a little something.

He's had a crazy, exhausting week and I can't wait to see him coming back through the door in a few hours!

In other news, because I was 100% sure Ellery had an ear infection, today I took her to the doctor. You know what she has? Two molars coming in. Do you think I felt stupid that I paid the doctor $20 to tell me my girl was teething? Yes. Yes I did.

here's what i'm thinking

I am so glad to say goodbye to January! I've really been feeling the seasonal blues, and I'm hoping that having January over will be the end of them. January also found me in a blogging rut. I usually have enough things to blog about that I never actually get to all of them, but this month has been pretty sparse. I actually don't have anything interesting to say today, but in honor of it being February first, I'll share just a few random tidbits from our day:

• My sunbeam gave a talk today on Adam and Eve. He was SO excited to talk in the microphone but when we actually got up there he was as stiff as a board and at the same time shrinking into this little heap of a three year old with as many fingers in his mouth as he could manage. The first half of the talk was inaudible, but by the end you could hear actual sound- not words, but sound. I guess practicing into the wire whisk wasn't at all like the real thing. But you know what? He is as proud as punch of himself. And I am too
• Last week, while pretending to be an alligator, my sunbeam bit his teacher in the behind. McKay didn't tell us this- his teacher did. McKay's reply, "I was a big, big alligator and he was a scary snake." Oh, so that's why.
• Today was my first time in relief society in our new ward because I've been substituting in primary. I generally get about twenty percent of what is being said during church on account of my girl. Between opening snacks, reading Brown Bear over and over, corralling her in my general area, making sure she doesn't rummage through other people's bags, picking the smashed snacks up off the floor and preventing her from lovingly mauling any nearby babies, I am pretty busy. Today in relief society I managed to hear something that I always need to hear. An older lady commented on how she was always waiting for the next thing in her life to happen. "I can't wait until my kids aren't in diapers. I can't wait until they're all in school, etc. . ." I can sometimes fall victim of waiting for certain things in life to change before I start living it. The lady shared how those things in life are but for a small moment, and you can never get them back. A very good reminder for parents of young children. I guess I can wait until Ellery goes to nursery in April, or until McKay stops picking his nose, or whatever. Because someday I'll miss not having a baby to entertain during three hours of church, and someday I might miss telling a three year old to get a tissue.
• I wore my zebra print cardigan today. Brian HATES it and almost can't be around me if I'm wearing it. I just tell him that he wears weird things too and that I don't take fashion advice from him. I actually thought about showing a picture on here and taking votes, but I don't have a picture and what if you all hate it too? I'd rather not know because I like it.
• This afternoon McKay picked up my pen and did a big scribble on the couch. As he was clicking the pen shut he said, "Uh oh mom! I just accidentally colored on the couch! I'm so sorry." A big time out followed, after which McKay cried, "Mom. I'm just so sad because you are angry at me." Even though I wasn't very angry at him, telling him he was getting a long time out for what he did was angry enough for him. It's funny how that boy can make me want to apologize for putting him in time out and making him cry. He's just so sweet, even when he colors on the couch or bites his teacher on the bum.

my firstborn . . .may she rest in peace

Today someone very important passed away.

This is Tibbs. More commonly known as Tibbers. . . my first daughter.

We think I got her for my 10th birthday. . .making her seventeen years old. My parents surprised me with her after begging for weeks for one of the neighbor's newborn kittens. I had a black one all picked out and I named him Skittles. My friends Sarah and Amanda each had one picked out too. We would go over to the wood pile behind the house where the kittens lived everyday and play with them. We were desperate for these little kitties. We even made up a list (and possibly a song) and tried to convince Amanda's dad to let her have one. Sadly, none of us got any of the Jorgensen's kittens, but a few weeks/months(?) later my dad came home from work with that little number riding on his shoulder.

No one ever expected her to live as long as she did. I don't know, it seems like seventeen years is an awfully long time for a cat. As soon as I moved out of the house my dad has been giving me grief for not taking my daughter with me. Brian is allergic to cats, and I use the term "allergic" very loosely there. But he wasn't a fan, so Tibbs naturally stayed with her grandparents, who secretly loved her as much as I did.

Tibbs used to be obese. For a long time she was massive. She had a gut that would swing around underneath her every time she moved. Last year she started losing weight, really fast. And she became this tiny little thing. It was like she was a kitten all over again. But in August she went blind. The last few months have not been the easiest for her. She bumps into things as she walks and was getting skinnier by the day.

But Tibbs was taken great care of by Nonnie while she's been here the last couple months. They were old ladies bonded over the woes of, well. . .getting older. They took care of each other. They needed each other. But Nonnie left for Canada yesterday, and Tibbs left today.

This girl also was very attached. She LOVED going to Grammy's and seeing the kitty. Poor Tibbs was blind and defenseless against her. She would poke, pull, pat, hit and grab her repeatedly and Tibbs politely, though completly terrified, took it.


I'm sad for Nonnie. And I'm sad for Ellery. But more than that I'm happy that she's done suffering. She's been such an entertaining cat to have around through the years. My arms used to be covered with scratches as a little girl from this kitten. She went through six dogs during her life and she dominated each of them. They were actually afraid of her, she was that tough. But she was also a little sweetie, especially near the end of her life. I don't know if I'll miss her day to day. . .you know, because she has been in foster care for the last ten years, but I'm definitely glad my dad brought her home to me seventeen years ago, and with that I'll close, because this is long, and it's about a cat.

Goodbye little Tibbies.

time to play

This afternoon Ellery and I found ourselves alone in the house while Brian and McKay were on a "man date" with their friends to the Auto show. This hardly ever happens. In fact, my house seems really strange when McKay isn't in it.






















After coming home from Ellery's 15 month checkup I had big plans. I had laundry to do, the sink was full of dishes, and I wanted to clean the house while the boys were gone. I thought it would be easy to get all that done with just Elle tagging along beside me. I was forming a plan in my mind of what to do first, and how to "entertain" Elle while I did it, when Ellery proudly presented me with the stacking blocks she had found all by herself.


























I realized that I'm hardly ever alone with this girl. I decided that my list of things to do could wait. . .and that alone time with my little Elle was the perfect way to spend the afternoon. We stacked these blocks over and over and she laughed every time she knocked them down





















It's so fun to actually see how her little mind works. When we're with McKay he often overshadows her creativity, just by being older, so I was happy to get the chance to observe her idea of playing for a little while. I liked seeing what she came up with.

I'm sure glad I took the time to just play with my girl. It was worth much more than a clean house and an empty sink.

Happy Valentine's Day!

No. Not really.

I'm really annoyed right now. It's been mounting over the last week or so, and I can't keep quiet about it anymore! Lets just talk about Valentine's day for a minute. First, have you noticed that the stores put out their Valentine's day stuff before December is even over? I mean, Christmas stuff, I can understand- it's the biggest holiday of the year, so starting it in October, I can kind of tolerate it. Christmas celebrating lasts a good month and a lot of people shop early for that. But Valentine's Day? No. We do not need a month and a half to prepare for that. Second, obviously the stores wouldn't start selling V-day stuff if people weren't buying it. So. Who is buying that stuff? Who comes home and says, "Oh good. I got all my Valentine's Day shopping done- a month early- what a relief!"?

On a related note, Target has swimsuits. Target has had swimsuits for awhile now. I could have bought a swimsuit on Christmas Eve if I'd wanted to. Why is it that I cannot find a pair of snow pants, or boots for toddlers anywhere in January, but I can find a swimsuit? I think it will probably snow again. . . and again. . .and again. Why are the retailers trying to get me to think about spring when I just opened my warm Christmas presents? Why?!

I'm really quite upset about this. For some reason this year it's really bugging me. I don't want to wear a swimsuit. I want to drink hot chocolate while trudging around in my furry boots.

The end.

Simon . . .

He's been hanging around our house a lot lately. Cute, isn't he?

Nonnie's Here

Whenever we drive by Chuck E. Cheese McKay asks, "Is Nonnie here?" About 90% of the time I say, "No. She's in Canada." McKay will probably always associate the beloved Chuck E. with Non. He's only ever been there with her. Nonnie lives in Canada, but comes for extended visits twice a year. During these visits, this one of a kind great grandmother takes all of her greats to visit the mouse. And they LOVE it.

She treats us all to pizza and drinks, and even dessert. She buys cups full of tokens and the kids come and refill their little hands whenever they want. She always ends up buying more and more tokens when the cup empties because those kids can spend those tokens in record time. Our kids are all pretty lucky to have her as a great-grandma- going to Chuck E. Cheese is probably her number one priority while she's here.

Except I noticed something this time. Do you remember going to Chuck E. Cheese when you were little? What was the most exciting thing there? The pizza? No. The games? Almost, but no. The prizes? Not quite. It was the show! Am I right? It was for me anyway. You know, the singing animal band, with Chuck E. on lead guitar and vocals? That was the magic. I have memories of going to Chuck E. Cheese in California when I was little and that is ALL the memories consist of. That crew singing those songs. It was wonderful. Well, guess what?




Kids don't even care about that anymore. Absolutely no audience. The whole time we were there NO CHILDREN watched the show. Granted, the show that I saw had louder music, and they would dim the lights during it, but really what has happened to children? Why is that not enough anymore? I felt bad for the band. The only people in the whole place that even noticed them was Ellery, for a second, and Ashlyn, who was deathly afraid of the group. Sad.



It was the games, the spending of tokens that the kids were into. I assigned Alyssa to be McKay's buddy, and they went around and around riding little things and acting like they were playing the games. One of the biggest thrills for the older kids is the little booth that sketches your picture. They probably did about fifty of them. And yes, that's fifty tokens.

The kids had a lot of fun, of course, but so did the adults. We went on New Year's day and so husbands (minus Brian- missed him) were able to join us. There were some intense free throw shooting competitions and skee ball, always a favorite. I won't even start to brag about the Fuehrer girls free throw skills. I'll just say we're more athletic than we look.




Elle just hung out most of the time and consumed pizza and soda. That kept her busy for a good hour.



After that she went on one ride and hated it at first, but then came around by the end.

When it's time to go the kids pool all their tickets together and then go prize shopping.

This takes a good chunk of time. Trying to decide which piece of cheap plastic to take home. It's the highlight of the day.



Mack chose three pieces of plastic- two dinosaurs and a blue lizard and to change it up a bit, some bath fizzies . He was pretty much ecstatic. And he also kept his hood on the whole time. He does that with hoodies. It drives Brian crazy.

We always love when Nonnie's in town. She's pretty amazing. And we always have tons of fun at Chuck E. Cheese.

got me a sunbeam

Alright, lets just talk about some church related business here. First, my boy is a sunbeam. This morning he was running around in circles, he was so excited. And then the nerves set in- right about lunch time. He had a melt down when Brian made a Mickey Mouse sandwich with ears that were too small. We quickly realized that he was feeling anxious and it was coming out on Mickey, or Brian I guess. He got excited again once we got to church and we spied on him a few times and although he was sitting as still as a statue, he looked like he was surviving. When he came waltzing out of his class with a crown on I could tell he felt pretty good about himself being a sunbeam. In fact, he's been telling everyone he sees that he's a sunbeam.

I'm feeling like I can't believe that my child is in "big primary," as McKay would say. Time sure does fly.

In other news, our stake boundaries were realigned tonight. Our ward was completely obliterated and a small section of our old ward is now in a different ward. Major changes in the whole stake. I've already cried about it, which I kind of am shocked by, but then I'm just feeling really sad, so I guess not all that shocked. Changes like this are just difficult for me. And then I just keep thinking about my sunbeam. How will he understand going to a different building, with different kids in his class and only a handful of people he recognizes? Everyone keeps saying that kids adapt easily and I know he'll be okay, but I guess I just feel bad for him. He had his own little world in our ward. And now that world doesn't exist anymore. So I know he'll adjust fast, surely faster than Brian and I will, but I still feel sad that we have to make this adjustment. We've been in this ward for five years and it's just hard knowing that we probably won't see most of our old ward again. And also, Brian and I are shy. And sometimes when we're shy we seem mean- especially Brian, bless him. So that's a concern of mine too. Is this getting boring? How about a story to cheer things up a bit?

Last week we were sitting in sacrament meeting in front of a young dad and two of his boys. One of the boys looked up and said, "You're a great dad." The dad then looked down at his boy and said, "You're a great son." Tender. McKay witnessed this interaction between father and son. He looked over at Brian and said, "Dad. I want to do what they did." Brian was trying to figure out what McKay was referring to when he said, "Dad, you're a great dad." Brian, not having heard the original conversation, said, "You're a great boy." McKay immediately and seriously corrected him and said, "No! Say 'You're a great son." Brian obliged and McKay was happy with the staged tender moment they shared.

new year

I know a lot of people steer clear of New Year's resolutions, Brian included. Waste of time. They hardly ever get kept. There's an influx of resolutioning through January, and by March you've forgotten what they even were. That's how Brian thinks of it. My sweet, optimistic Brian. Love him. But. I disagree- although I think he's right about the March thing. I remember during the time in my life that I attended a "gym", which happens to have been last year. No, I guess not last year. The year before that. Anyway, it was so annoying because we had been going to a class regularly for months and in January all the sudden the gym exploded! There were people on every machine. Classes were packed- you had to go early if you wanted to use weights. I was shocked. And then, after a few months, it was normal again. Funny people. Why do we do this? But now I'm way off track. My point is that I'm not calling them New Year's resolutions, but I don't see the harm in trying to improve you. . .your life. . .your home. . .your relationships. How can that be a bad thing? I figure that if you set several goals or improvements to make and even if just one sticks all year through- isn't that worth it? If you can make one positive change in your life then why not start out with a list and see what happens. That's what I'm doing. Here's a few of mine:

• Read to my kids everyday- even if it's just for ten minutes
• Organize/go through every drawer, cupboard, corner and shelf in my house
• Learn how to use photoshop
• Go to bed earlier - this is my most important one- the one I really need to stick!
• Get all our pictures on cds
• Catch up on all the photobooks I've been meaning to make
• Get ready in the morning before McKay wakes up- so hard!
• Stop complaining about my stomach and maybe do something about it. or maybe just stop complaining.
• Read Jesus the Christ - Whoa! I know.
• Eat more vegetables
• Have "school" with McKay at least a few times a week
• Be more productive with my time
• Serve without complaining

And about a dozen more!

Happy New Year everyone! I'm excited for 2009- could be our most adventurous year yet. . . then again, could not. Who knows? I'm dying to!