WHY????

Here are a few of my "why's?". I can't wait until Logan has his...ummm, I take that back, yes I can. :)

1.) Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are almost dead?

2.) Why do banks charge a fee on 'insufficient funds' when they already know there is not enough money?

3.) Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars; but have to check when you say the paint is still wet?

4.) Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?

5.) Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?

6.) Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?

7.) Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?

8.) Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?

9.) Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?

10.) How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?

11.) When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart than apologizes for doing so, why do we say, 'It's all right?' Well, it isn't all right, so why don't we say, 'That really hurt, why don't you watch where you're going?'

12.) Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?

13.) In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?

14.) How come you never hear father-in-law jokes?

15.) and my FAVORITE...... The statistics on sanity is that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends -- if they're okay, then it's you.

Eye Doctor

Olivia had her first visit to the eye doctor yesterday. She did very well. She didn't fidget too much, so the doctor was able to get a good look at her eyes. They seem to be developing normally for her age. She still has some far sightedness, but Dr. Clayton told me that all babies are born far sighted and that the faster they lose that, the faster they become near sighted. So, to hear that Olivia was in the normal range was a big relief. Hopefully, she'll continue to stay in the normal range for some time. She does have some astigmatism though. It's nothing to worry about now, but he will check it at the next visit. Of course, that won't be until she's 3 years old. I'm just hoping that all goes well with that visit too. I don't think my kids will have much luck with their eyesight, but I am hoping that it doesn't come until much later.

While Sam was away

Sam's grandma passed away the day before Mother's Day. As a result, he and his family travelled to Salt Lake City to attend the funeral. He left Friday morning and came home early Sunday morning. That meant that I had two days and two nights alone with the kids. Not a big deal, really, but they can be a handful and I depend on Sam coming home in the evenings after work to help out. Needless to say, I panicked. Luckily I had the help from my brother on Friday to keep the kids entertained and Sam's brother and sister-in-law came by both Friday and Saturday evenings. All of them were lifesavers!

Friday morning I packed the kids up and we headed down to Renton to visit Uncle David and cousin Tanner. We had a great time at Lake Boren Park. The swings were favorites of both kids, but Logan seemed to enjoy running in the big open space. Logan even befriended a dog that was out playing catch. He got a kick out of watching the dog chase after the ball. Olivia and Tanner were content to sit around and watch, seeing as how they really can't do much else. :) It was a beautiful day and a gorgeous park. Thanks Uncle David for letting us join you and Tanner!













Thank goodness the weather was great! It allowed us to go for many walks. The kids just love their wagon. Every afternoon we go out for a walk and then stop by the neighborhood park to play for a bit before dinner. (this picture was taken with my cell phone, not the best quality.)



It was pretty interesting though to see how the kids knew their dad wasn't around. Both evenings around 5pm, they got all out of sorts. Luckily Uncle Caleb, Aunt Lina, and cousin Rebecca showed up. It really helped to have them here, even though I know it must've been a hassle to pack up their stuff and bring a brand new baby. I don't know if they'll realize just how grateful I am that they did it though.

Sunday came and Sam was home. Olivia was the most excited to see her daddy. It was so cute to watch the excitement on her face and how she couldn't stop jumping around the way she does. Logan was excited to see his daddy too, although I think he was a bit hesitant to get too excited. I think he may have thought that dad was going to leave again. At least things are back to normal...for now.

Standing, Talking, and other things

My kids amaze me! Every day they teach me new things, or remind me of things long forgotten. They are persistent about reminding me to have patience. Maybe one day I'll get it down. Until then, I'll just try to enjoy the moments I have with them while they are young.

Olivia is now standing on her own and talking. Yes, talking! She's been standing on her own for awhile now, but I only just got a picture of it.

She is so stinkin' cute, I can't stand it! I'm not sure what her official first word is, but she's got a vocabulary. It's small, but it exists. She can say "All done", "Bye Bye", "Daddy" (and know that it's daddy she's talking about) "Mama", and "yes". What really cracks me up are her head shakes and nods. She'll shake her head "no" or nod "yes" to the appropriate questions. I still think of her as my little baby, and no doubt she still is, but she is growing up. I'm having a hard time accepting that.



Logan is all over the place. He has so much energy! I feel bad for him though. There just isn't enough room for him to run around at our place. We do go to parks, but that gets complicated since Olivia can't walk just yet, and Logan is always running away from me. I foresee sports activities in his future. Maybe that will help him with all the energy he has.

Red is his favorite color

Logan loves the color red. Everything has to either be red, or have red in or on it. His shirts, his shoes, his toys, his bedding...all have to have red, even if it's just a little bit. He's not against any other color, and if by some chance there isn't red on his toy or clothes, it's not super bad, but red does help. He'll eagerly put on clothes when red is present, but it's a struggle if it is missing.

We recently got him a tricycle and it just happened to be red. He loves it! It doesn't matter to him that he can't figure out how to ride it, it's red and that's all that matters to him.

10 months

And still so cute!

One horrible night

Last night was awful, terrible, unforgettable.

It started in the afternoon when another one of my migraines hit in full force. I have medicine for them, but try not to use it as one of the side effects is nightmares. Strange, but true. But I needed it, after all, it works. I went to bed pretty early and all was well...for a bit anyway.

Around 3am I woke up due to one of those nightmares. I was a bit freaked out to be honest and really had no desire to leave my bed, or to go back to sleep. I was pretty much wide awake for a bit. Around 3:30, just as I'm starting to doze off again, I hear "BEEP BEEP BEEP..." and I'm wondering "who has their alarm going off at 3:30 in the morning, that's just ridiculous." (thinking it was one of the neighbors.) After a few seconds, I realize that it is OUR house alarm getting ready to go off. I fly out of bed, forgetting my glasses, and start running down the stairs to turn it off before the alarm hits in full force. I was too late. Halfway down the stairs, the alarm starts shrieking! I freak out yet again, and continue down the stairs, on my back. Yup, I fell and slid to the bottom.

As I'm sliding down the stairs, I'm thinking to myself "Man, whoever is in this house is seriously gonna get it! No one breaks into my home and gets away with it!" Then I start thinking, "Good grief this alarm is loud, it better not wake up my babies." Yeah, not very logical thinking.

I got to the bottom of the stairs and start running to shut off the alarm, and then I made a mad dash through the house looking for the culprit. (Again, not very smart... I realize this now.) But no one is there, the door is still locked, and no windows are broken. The wind was howling though, so that is probably what triggered it to go off. Then I turn around and see Sam. I initially thought he was the burglar, but soon realized it was my husband. That's when I lost it, I just broke down in the middle of the dining room. I suddenly realized that I was completely stupid to just run downstairs the way I did. What if someone really had broken into our house. I just couldn't handle it. It had been too much. Nothing happened, and I'm so grateful for that. And, my kids slept through it all, thank goodness! It is something I never want to live through again, and hopefully we won't have to.