Beavers Baseball

Rollin grew up in Corvallis, Oregon, home of Oregon State University, so he is a big fan of OSU sports. OSU's baseball team has won the national championships the last two years in a row. Our favorite sport to watch as a family is baseball, so when Rollin discovered that the OSU Beaver baseball team would be in Provo last week playing BYU, we had to go. We got all decked out in our Beaver duds and headed down. I had to choose between my BYU shirt and my OSU shirt, but Rollin said I could't sit with them if I wore the BYU shirt so it wasn't too hard to decide but I did feel like a traitorous alum. It was a lot of fun for some of us, and some of us were big fat grumps pretty much the whole time (hint: Mya.) I think Logan's favorite part was the concessions stand, the boys enjoyed watching the players, Mya enjoyed playing with my sunglasses and then crying for 45 minutes, Rollin loved that there were so many other Beaver fans in attendance, and I loved that BYU had a family ticket deal so we all got in for $15. We all came home with just a bit of a sunburn and joy that OSU triumphed and beat the Cougars.

A couple of weeks ago, Logan and Mya both got their hair cut. Mya's cut came about more through my incompetence than anything else. I thought I would just give her a quick bang trim one day to even up the edges and keep them out of her eyes, but I got a little carried away and, in Rollin's words, she looked like "the world's smallest lesbian" with the mullet-ish results. Thank goodness for Brynn and her skills. She whipped out her scissors and before long Mya had her first official hair cut and looked adorable.

I don't know what it is but I just love the bob hair cut on little girls, on most anyone for that matter. Must be all those times I watched Thouroughly Modern Millie when she transformed herself into a totally "modern" girl just by bobbing her hair. Oh if only it were so simple these days.

Easter

I tried to be a good mom this year and help my kids create some lasting Easter memories, so on Saturday morning we got up and decided to find an egg hunt. It was already 9:15 when I decided, so we missed a lot of them, but the Herriman egg hunt started at 10:00. I told the kids they had 15 minutes to get dressed and ready to go. We all ran around like crazies, me yelling, the kids frustrated cause they couldnt find shoes, etc., and were in the car at 9:45. A little later than I hoped, but not bad considering. In an effort to get there on time, however, I was driving just a bit faster than I should have been on the round about by our house and hit the curb with my back wheel and blew out the tire. "Sorry kids, we can't go cause Mom just broke the car." (Whining and moaning and one understanding "That's ok, Mom.") We drove slowly home and Rollin came out to help me put on the donut. I felt really bad about disappointing the kids, and Holladay's hunt started at 11 and I figured we could still make that one in time. Once the donut was on, I wrangled the kids up again and we were off. We pulled in to the parking lot at the Lion's Club building in Holladay at exactly 11, jumped out with baskets in hand, and hurried to the join the crowd of eager egg hunters. We had walked about 10 feet when another mom, looking as harried as I felt and towing four kids, passed and said "Someone told me the hunt is over." "What?" I said. "It was supposed to start at 11." "It ended at 11:01," she told me. "Well kids, back in the car. Let's just go home and go back to bed . This has not been our day."

Suffice it to say, it was a memorable day, just not quite the way I had hoped. We took the kids to McDonalds for lunch and they had fun playing on the jungle gym there, we got a deal on the tire since it was still under warranty, and I got a fun story to blog about.

We enjoyed Easter Sunday wearing our new clothes and eating a lot of candy. We went to Grandma and Grandpa's house where Grandma made us a great lunch of ham and funeral potatoes, and Grandpa played the boys' new card games with them and jacks with Logan. The kids all dropped off early that evening without any whining or fighting to wrap up the day quite nicely. Holidays always look better from the back side of them, don't they?

Don't I have adorable kids?

George Michael

Yep, I admit it, I love George Michael. I first remember seeing and hearing him when I was 11 or 12. I was at ZCMI with my friends shopping for school clothes and "Wake Me Up Before You Go Go" came on the TVs they had in the teen department. I was transfixed. He was soooo gorgeous with that highlighted hair and floppy bangs. Although my first attraction to him was his cute-ness, I soon came to love the music. My friend and I would spend hours listening to her Wham "Make it Big" record (yes I am old enough to have had actual vinyl records) and calling the local radio station again and again to request "Everything She Wants." In college I was once again sucked in to George's music. My best friend Jane had a tape (we are moving forward technologically) of the album "Listen Without Prejudice." That is still one of my favorite albums today. He is such a brilliant song writer. Not only are the tunes catchy, but the lyrics are so thoughtful and beautiful. I suffered a little disappointment and a little shame when he went through his personal stuff, and thought about cutting him out of my favorites, but the music....I can't quit the music.


I have been watching a new TV show called "Eli Stone." My initial draw was twofold: first, there are few new shows on TV and I was bored, and second, George Michael was in the pilot episode. And although he is "hitting for the other team" he still looks good. All the episodes of the show are titled the same as a G.M. song and the one I watched yesterday was titled "Heal the Pain," one of my favorite G.M. songs. Consequently, I have had the song in my head all day and I finally got out my CD (yep, I upgraded to stay hip) and listened to it (three times) and uploaded it to my ipod ("wow Jen you really are keeping up with the times".)


Well, I am not sure if anyone cares about my homage to George Michael, but I just felt that he deserved one. (And I didnt have any exciting life adventures to blog about today.) Does anyone else get crazy about music like I do? Anyone have a bordering-on-embarrassing obsession with a particular artist or am I really a music dork? Well, if you don't have one yet, may I recommend George Michael for your obsessive consideration?

My Blog Buddies

"Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your blog list grow?" I love to see my list of friends grow on my blog. I so enjoy reading other blogs and it gets a little boring reading strangers' blogs so friends are preferable. I have tried to get my sisters to blog with me but they are all weinies about it. So thank you friends and neighbors who make my day a little more exciting with your wonderful blogs.

I did discover a stranger's blog that I just love reading though. I actually found it from Tamra's blog. It is the Pioneer Woman Cooks blog. I read it and just laughed and laughed and laughed. Then I felt inadequate and envious of her writing skills and ability to find something interesting to blog about every day. Well I suppose Heavenly Father made some of us good writers and some of us good readers and I will just be happy with the skill I got. But if you are in need of a good laugh, check out the cooking blog and also her personal blog. http://www.thepioneerwomancooks.com/

Spring has finally arrived! Hurray. Although I did hear the weather person make some comment about snow this weekend. I am going to ignore it though and hope that makes it go away. The kids were outside all afternoon and I opened the window while I cooked dinner. It was very nice. The only bad part is that all the mess in my yard that was being covered by the snow is now visible. As my neighbors can attest, I don't really like yard work, but this year I am determined to make an effort to not have the ugliest yard on the block. If anyone wants to volunteer to give me nice yard lessons, I would really be interested in that! Or even better, if anyone's yard work itch is not scratched doing their own yard, come on over and go to town at my house. Here is a rough sketch of what we want to help get you started.

Someday it will be mine.

Our Week

This week we decided to take a short trip up to see Rollin's parents in Lewisville, Idaho. About 15 minutes into the packing process, I was questioning our decision. It seems that each trip we take involves more time and more stuff than the last. I remember the good old days when we could pack a change of underwear and a toothbrush and go for a week in comfort. Now everyone wants to bring all these luxuries like diapers and hairdryers. I just had no idea that getting by for 2 days involved so much junk. We had a great time in Idaho. We went to the Idaho Falls Museum of Natural History and saw a display of Pharaohs. The kids got Chrstmas money from Bamma and Papa and enjoyed spending it on completely unnecessary items. We found an amazing clearance sale at Fred Meyer and all got a new pair of shoes. We helped Rollin's parents do some things around their house that are getting harder for them to take care of. And finally, the dog got a haircut. She hardly looks like the same dog any more. It was a good trip.

Friday was such a nice day back in West Jordan, we spent some time outside. I think the kids are feeling a little cabin fever, so they were very happy to do some outside spring-type activities. Too bad it had to go and snow again today and ruin everyone's fun. Dumb weather. Mya looks so funny in her giant helmet that we couldn't resist taking some pictures to embarass her in the future.