Monday, May 25, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Last night Josh and I went to dinner at one our favorite "high-end" Mexican food places--Masa and as always, it was delish. If you are listening....I LOVE YOUR GREEN SALSA! Can you send me your recipe? Then we went to see the Grand Canyon Adventure film at the Omni Theatre. If you get the chance...it is so beautiful....please go. Okay, I cried. I am sure all the other people in the audience thought I was a total freak, but who cares. When you look at something so beautiful and majestic and to think I got to grow up in Arizona...well it makes me feel a tad bit special. I miss Arizona immensely but I know that each path I have taken in my life has been for a reason. Sometimes I wonder why I left Arizona (especially when I am missing the fam and friends) but then I think I would never have met Josh or have my two amazing kids. It is hard to pose those types of questions to yourself. Either way though, the movie reminded me that I should make even more of an effort to conserve. Oh and if anyone is interested, I have added a hike down Havasupai and a Colorado river trip... to my list of things to do before I die.
Monday, May 11, 2009
When I was a kid, someone told me that I had "dirty dishwater blond hair" and I forever loved that. For years, people would say I had brown or blond hair and I would correct them and say "dirty dishwater blond"---not that being brown or blond was bad...I just kind of liked to think I was different. I was looking at Kendall and Mason tonight and they have the same color. Blond in one light, orange in another and brown in a couple of other spots. I dig it. Wood Tick Torture Method #1. Scientists: Joshua and Rebecca: Location: Kitchen Sink: Method: Fill little dish with 70% rubbing alcohol. Put the wood tick found in Mason's hair in the dish (there goes that good karma I acquired)....and watch what happens. About two minutes in, the tick starts to slowly crawl around the dish. 5 minutes later bug is dead. Good riddance.
Friday, May 8, 2009
I ask myself, could I be anymore blessed? And really, I could not (except if I had a super power that allowed me to live in Arizona and in Minnesota. And save all the tragic environmental corruption going on..but that is a whole other blog.) But back to my blessedness...Mother's Day seems like such a weird day. I feel like I should be giving presents to my husband and kids because I can't be believe how lucky I am to be in their lives. I have the most amazing husband...he makes me laugh, we still have thought-provoking discussions, he grills a fabulous steak and he cares so deeply for our kids that I can't even begin to thank him for the love he has given to the kids and myself. Then there are the kids...wow...WAY BETTER THEN I EVER THOUGHT!! Who would have ever believed that I could laugh so much. The poop, the vomit, the boogers, the messy house, the sleepless nights....I would do it a million times over to have had the opportunity for these beautiful beings to be in my life. And beautiful they are....Mason and his long eyelashes and giggles and how EVERY.SINGLE.TRUCK he sees he says "Big truck, vroom vroom...." I will never get sick of it. And then there is Kendall....I love that she is so creative. She claps and sings and twirls and dances and she is dramatic and silly and exuberant. In my mind, they are 100% the definition of beauty. I look at them and my heart gets weak....everyday I pick them up and smell their hair and kiss their cheeks and every night when I walk out of their room I whisper a prayer that they are always safe and happy and live a full life. I have a good life, actually, it is a great life and I am just going to sit here and enjoy it, because that was why I was given it. P.S. I didn't mention my own mom--what was I thinking? Well, she is undeniably one of the most generous people I know in this world. Generous with her love and kind thoughts. She always sends us sweet gifts and she emails me these yummy recipes and little notes about her days and I just appreciate knowing that I have such good genes. I love you Mom....