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So, I haven’t given any indication on the blog about the latest schooling decisions, but we had some major changes. In August of last year I decided to homeschool the Chunks. Reasons: a) I’ve always wanted to and b) I felt good about the timing. Really. The timing felt good. This detail is very important in the history of my little family because well, so many things happened after that.

More on that later. I just want to focus on this girl:


So, we homeschooled from August to December. After Christmas, I decided it would be good for us if the kids went back to public school, at least for the rest of this year.  The morning of the first day, this girl was up and at ’em, a clear indication that she was excited.  I was glad because I mostly worried about the transition for her more than Chunk #1.  She had only attended public school for kindergarten and never had a six-hour day.  But her enthusiasm made me think she would be ok.

She was ok.  Except for one little detail.  You see, about a year ago Chunk #2 had a habit of sucking her lips so hard that the skin around them would turn red.  She looked like she had lipstick on or a really strange rash.  The habit stopped and I hadn’t thought about it again…..until she got home from school on January 3rd.  It was back,  along with a very clear light bulb.  Ah, it’s a nervous habit!  No doy!

So we talked.  We talked about feeling safe, about being loved by mommy, about having her friends back (she was soooooo glad to see her old friend, let’s call her Guadalupe).  I also made a joke – I said: “When you get nervous and start sucking your lip, think of Animal in the Muppet Movie.  Just say ‘under control’ just like Animal.”  This made her laugh (just go see the Muppet Movie for your reference).

The next day I picked her up and she updated me on her lip-sucking progress.  “Mom, when I went to suck my lips I did what you said.  I said ‘under control’ and I didn’t suck my lips.”

“Did you actually say ‘under control’ or think it?”

“I whispered it to myself” (lots of giggling).

“Did anybody hear you?” This was a casual question, really.

“No, I don’t think so,” still giggling.

This made me laugh.  In my exaggerated motherly concern I imagined “the new homeschooled girl” off in a corner of the classroom whispering to herself “under control” in the voice of the most incomprehensible muppet.  It was a great image. All she needed was a mouthful of paste.  Aaaah the things I think about when it comes to my kids.

Oh well, she is like a Muppet.  In any case, she seems to be transitioning well.   She is still a little shy but has made more friends and enjoys all the perks of being a first grader (you know, P.E, Art, etc…..). 

FYI, if you were wondering when the early morning enthusiasm would end, it only took about a week.



My parents have been married for 51 years…

51 years.  That is crazy.

They have 66 people who are here on this earth because of them (well, I suppose 10 of those are in-laws and aren’t here on earth because of them, but they are able to be a part of our family because of my parents) (did that make sense?) (I don’t know.)

Here they are, carefree and innocent, before having ten kids.  Would they do it all again?  I hope so, seeing as how I am the last one in the bunch and had they stopped before me I probably would have been born into a family that I would end up just hating and I would live a sad and lonely life not knowing the love of a large and crazy family.  Just sayin’.

Happy Anniversary Mother and Daddy!


Ten years? TEN years?

Tonight El Jefe and I celebrated the ten year anniversary of our first date. How the heck do I remember the actual DATE of our first date you may ask? Well, as I was getting ready for the historic event, I made a mental note that it was the birthday of my niece, Lauren. And something in me said, “Hey you can always remember your first date with El Jefe because it’s Lauren’s b-day.”

So,  Happy Birthday to this girl:

photo by La

Lauren, while you were turning 14 and dancing to Justin Timberlake, El Jefe and I shared a pork burrito, enchilada style, at the new hot spot of Provo – Cafe Rio.

Can anyone imagine our joy when Cafe Rio came to Sin City?  Well only if you’re Cafe Rio fans I suppose.   Now we can eat there, every year, on this day….or any other time we feel like it.

I will admit though, we almost didn’t go tonight.  I found out that today is also National Waffle Day (so many things to celebrate on this day, the 25th).  El Jefe had the option of Pumpkin Waffles or Cafe Rio.  Although Pumpkin Waffles are my fave (and I happen to LOVE “Brinner” – yes, that’s short for Breakfast for Dinner – no I did not make it up but I wish I did), where was I?  Oh, yes, I kind of wanted Pumpkin Waffles for dinner but I was glad I did not have to cook. El Jefe chose Cafe Rio.  Yum!

Oh, and the story gets better.  As we were paying I looked at the price and said “[El Jefe], why’s it so cheap?”  He said “we got a discount.” Oh really, you just asked for a discount and “Viola!”

I was so confused.  What discount?  How’d you do that? Then El Jefe pointed out my niece’s cousin.  Now, when I say that, you say, “La, then that would be your niece, too.”  No, this cousin is on my niece’s other side of their family.  This gal could also be called my “sister’s niece”, or my “brother-in-law’s brother’s daughter.”  Confusing enough?  Oh, but let me add some more confusion to the pot.  This lovely girl, let’s call her “S”, is weirdly “related, but not related” to us in two different ways.

  • One: She is my niece’s cousin, or, my sister’s niece, or, my brother-in-law’s brother’s daughter (as I already said).
  • Two: Her sister married a boy who is the son of my father-in-law’s cousin, or, she married my husband’s second cousin.  (who we’ve actually never met…)

I love it!  It’s like we’re related but, really, we’re not.  But we are, but we’re not…..for some reason I feel like we could be characters in a Jane Austen novel but I’m not sure why…..

Alright, after all that, I’ll bring it to the point: she works there and threw us a discount.  Thank you “S”.

Some snapshots around the table:

Rather than a picture of me, I felt you should see a picture of the Cafe Rio salad with grilled steak and cilantro lime vinaigrette.  Did you read that?  CILANTRO LIME.  Like my brother would say, “Aaaaaaaaaah, delicious.”

So my dear, El Jefe, who knew ten years ago that we would be married, with a couple of chunks, and I’d be typing up blog entries in bed about how ten years ago we went on our first date while you snored away next to me in our own Blue Bungalow?  Who  knew?



Looking for a fun Valentine’s date?

Last weekend my hubby took me to one of the coolest places in town: The Pinball Hall of Fame.

It was so fun.  Growing up, we had a pinball machine and I’m happy that my skillz were still somewhat in check.

Wanna see pictures?  Click the link to my hubby’s blog.

Somewhere over there —————————————————————————————————->

Wait, go down.

Down.

Down.

Under “My Boy Sweetie”

Look at all his fabulous pictures.  He’s an excellent photographer.  He could take your picture, too. And your family’s.  Yes he’s great.

See the link?

El Jefe’s Bloggo

Over there———————————————————————>

Now click it.


Yes, another recap of our Summer Adventure 2009: Island Park.

There is nothing like homemade bubbles. So fun.

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Luly especially liked them.

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Bill Nye the Science Guy (ok, it was my nephew) gave us a a demonstration in bubble science.

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That’s right, his hand is inside the bubble. Everybody oooooh, and everybody aaaaaaaah, cuz that’s just cool.


Bear Lake: Chapter 3 Part C

I just HAD to show my wicked bruise from tubing.  Unfortunately, El Jefe’s battery died in the middle of our water sports.  This is sad indeed because I cannot show you  the punishment I endured behind my brother’s boat.  We hooked up the hot dog and the inner tube.  It was my sister Amy, my brother Guy, and me.  Guy carries two helmets in his boat for events like this.  He put one on, then gave Amy the other one.  Excuse me?!  First of all what are you planning on doing that would merit a helmet?  Second of all, why don’t I get one?

(This is because I’m the youngest isn’t it?)  (Jerks.)

In my family you don’t just ride the inner tube or hot dog.  No, there must be some sort of challenge involved.  Which is fine.  I’m up for the challenge.  It’s just that I’m getting up in years and my trips on the boat are more spread out.  So we jumped from hot dog to inner tube and back and forth.  If I wasn’t fast enough, Guy would pick me up by the life jacket and throw me where he wanted me to go.  At one point, while alone on the inner tube I was charging back into the hot dog but taking some pretty wicked waves in the mean time.  I smacked hard against the water but hung on for dear life, yes for “dear life”.   Finally, somebody flew off (Was it I?  I don’t remember)  I sat on the hot dog and then looked at where my leg (just above my knee) smacked the water.  It wasn’t just bruised, my veins were raised up on my skin.  I showed Amy, the physical therapist.  “Those look like varicose veins.”  I’ve never had varicose veins.  I told her what happened and this is what she described.

“Your wet suit is tight enough that your circulation is low.  So when you hit the water the blood just pooled up in your veins right there.”

POOLED?!  Sick.  I don’ t like that description.  Blood, pooling up in my veins.  I couldn’t even touch it (yes my own leg).

I spent the rest of the ride (when we had breaks) pulling at my wetsuit so it wasn’t so tight and lifting my leg up so the pooling blood would move on.  Move on pooling blood!  Sick.

By the end of the day the veins had gone down and I just had a nice purple and blue bruise.

Here is a picture of it two days later:

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Bear Lake: Chapter 3 Part B

Yes, I am so stinking behind in these posts.  But, for the sake of posterity and sharing, I feel I must keep updating the Summer Adventure 2009.  So take a look at some more of the 4th of July.

Here are a couple of the face-painting artists.

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See their work?

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Chunk #1 especially liked the face painting.

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And now, the fireworks!

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This next picture is my favorite…

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(These most excellent photos were taken by the one and only El Jefe.  He just started a photo blog.  Would you like to see it?  Click here.)

At the end of the evening the kids were all tuckered out.

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This is how he looked when I put him to bed (notice the increased amount of face paint).  It was a long day.

A good parent would wash this stuff off before bed.  That’s all I’ll say.

Now, what did YOU do on the 4th of July?  Do tell.