So it runs in the family...

Remember the other day when I told you about falling while racing? If not, check out the previous post. Well, apparently I'm not the only clumsy one in the house. Today when Corbin came out of the school he saw me and started to run to me. He fell. Hard. On the asphalt. Poor little dude scraped his knee up pretty bad, he also hit his hand and his head, yes his HEAD on the ground, and got a pretty good scrape there (as well as a nice goose-egg). He was the first kid out the door, therefore all the other parents got to witness this gnarly fall. I swear there was a collective gasp! He'll be okay, but it was pretty sad. He cried the whole way home, and got pretty upset when I said we had to clean up the wounds and put on some band-aids. (When I think back on it, its kind of hard not to laugh, but don't tell him that). Anyway, here are the pics of the two main injuries (the one on his hand is pretty teeny).

These pictures do not do justice to the extent of the injuries, but you get the idea. Clumsiness runs in our family!

My boys fight. A lot. I needed a solution. Several days ago I came up with one. Running. The kids and I lined up at the fence in the backyard and raced the width of the yard to the other fence. We did this back and forth for approximately 1 hour. They are now obsessed with it. They are constantly in the back racing each other, and most of the time I'm out there as well (with strict "mom can't win" rules). They are loving it.

Yesterday morning Corbin's racing desires started early. It was about 8:30 am, and it was cold outside. So instead of racing out in the backyard I suggested racing inside, from the back door to the front door (I know, how dumb can I be?). The racing began. After the 4th or 5th race Corbin taunted me "You lost every time." And I thought, well, not this time little man, and I geared up to win.

The race began, we got about halfway done, and that's when it happened. I fell. I'm a not so skinny girl, so this was a not so graceful fall. I went down in slow motion, like a sack of potatoes. Then because of the momentum that was built up I slid, "slip n' slide" style across the carpet, nearly taking both boys down with me. Finally it was over. My knee was burning. I sat up, laughing at myself, and examined the damage. As I picked carpet fibers out of my rug-burned knee I became aware of the boys standing above me. I looked at them. "What happened?" Corbin said in the most confused yet mocking tone I've ever heard. "I don't know." I said "I think I tripped." Even though I don't actually remember tripping, just falling. I have no idea how it happened. Then he suggested I tripped over Jessie (who had somehow managed to get within the racing path un-noticed before the race had begun). Then Corbin, Dex and I laughed together and decided that was enough racing for the moment. Lesson learned. Racing will go on, but outside, until further notice.

Braggin' Wagon Wednesday: My (not so) Green Thumb

This is why my aspirations of having a beautiful garden full of delicious veggies will never come to fruition.

Once the spiders move in, I can't bring myself to get out there and pick vegetables, or weed. I'm just not cut out for this situation. Even if I send Scott out to kill the spiders, it doesn't take away the panic. I'm certain there are more.

Here's the proof. This is NOT the same spider. YUCK! They freak me out. I'd send Scott out to pick all our tomatoes, but even he's a little nervous about these mo-fo's. What kind of spider are they anyway. Ewww. Just the pics are giving me willies.

FYI: I DIDN'T TAKE THESE PICS, I DIDN'T DARE GET THAT CLOSE. KUDOS TO SCOTT FOR BEING SO BRAVE.

Oh yes, and here's the braggin' part: My dork-a-licious husband. Here he is galloping around the house to make the kids laugh. He succeeded in making us all laugh. You know you're jealous because my husband is so silly.

Braggin' Wagon Wednesday: Spongebob baby

Ivy likes Spongebob (as do the boys). Dex has this stuffed spongebob toy that we got from the DI a while ago. Ivy thinks its her baby. She calls him Spongebob baby. Here she is pushing him around in her toy stroller. Isn't she just the cutest little thing.

I INTERRUPT THIS REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAM TO BRING YOU A LOVE LETTER:

Dear Husband,

You've been at work less than an hour and I miss you already. I woke up this morning thinking about your recently revealed "deepest, darkest secret", and I am amused. I smile and think how it makes me love you more. You're so funny.

Our kids are currently quietly watching tv. They aren't fighting. They aren't crying. At this moment, they are perfect. Thanks for giving me these perfect children. Even when its 5:15 pm (the worst hour of the day) and they are fighting, whining, and begging for food, I still feel blessed that they are ours.

I know this is weird, but I just wanted you to know that I love and appreciate you. Have a good day at work, my love. We can't wait til you get home.

Love, Wife.

The worst has happened~

An affirmation that I am, in fact, OLD. My sweet baby boy, born to me with big beautiful eyes, a perfect little nose, and delightful personality, is no longer a baby. He's a kindergartener! AHHHH! Its unbelievable to me that so much time has passed and he is old enough to be in elementary school. I wanted to cry...but I didn't. I stood up tall and watched his teacher lead him inside, and I bravely (I think I took it harder than he did. Actually I KNOW I did. He wasn't even nervous!) walked home and swallowed the lump that was building in my throat. I counted down the hours til I could pick him up and hear all about it. He had a GREAT time. He was very excited about the things he learned, even though technically, he already knew them. Good job on being such a brave, big boy Corbin. I am so proud of you little man! I'm trying really hard to stop wishing you were still a baby, because you are such a great kid, but you are growing too fast for me. KNOCK IT OFF! Anyway, here are a few pics of the teacher meet and greet, our back to school celebration, and of course, the first day. Enjoy!

Corbin checking out the different books at the Teacher Meet and Greet last Thursday.

Helping Dex finish the puzzle while Ivy screamed for nap-time. Hurry up guys, everyone is staring at us!

Ivy's place saver at our "Back to School Celebration Dinner" we had at home on Friday. It was pretty lame, but it made Corbin more excited about school.

Dexter's place saver

Corbin's place saver. (That's Dex's hand with Lightning, in case you were wondering)

The classic, in front of the door with a backpack picture. I treasure that little "smile".

About to walk to school. Gotta love Dexy's face. The face of jealousy, freedom, or an urge to pee? I don't know, but it makes me laugh.

I only included this pic because 1 millisecond after I clicked the button Dex tripped over Corbin. Oh how I wish I would have pushed it 1 millisecond later. It would have been the funniest pic ever.

Waiting around because, as usual, we were early.

First in line and waving bye bye, while I try to hide the tears welling up in my eye.

Walking away with his teacher, Mrs. Hall. Forget college! Letting them go off to kindergarten is torture enough!

Happy 2010 school year everybody. I hope you all are being braver about it than me.

Braggin' Wagon Wednesday: After 7 Long Years

Have you ever had one of those days when by 11 am you think why did I even get out of bed this morning? Today has been one of those days. Last night to convince the kids to go to bed, I told them we would have a super fun day today filled with a trip to the park, a super fun walk, and riding bikes in the driveway. They went to bed, so as planned we geared up and headed for an ill-fated adventure at the park. I don't want to go into a ton of detail, because its a long story, but it involved making a walk that should have taken 3 minutes into 15, A LOT of crying, and even an openly peeing in the grass at the elementary school incident. Needless to say, I cut the trip short and we came home.

Anyway, that isn't what this post is about. Last week our 7 year old vacuum that we received as a wedding gift officially died. It had been dying for quite some time, but Scott is always able to nurse it back to health. This time however, it couldn't be revived and we had to buy another one. I have to say though, I am impressed that it lasted as long as it did, especially for a vacuum that was under a hundred bucks. Here are a few picks of the last time Scott successfully fixed it, back in January.

The hose was clogged.

Scott put the swiffer mop handle in the hose to try and get the clump out, but all that did was get the mop stuck in there too. Then the mop broke. "I know, lets get out the power tools!" He's like Tim "the toolman" Taylor!

I thought it was a gonner, but eventually the clog (and mop handle) was removed, and it somewhat worked again. Until last week. Farewell old friend.

Here is the new one.

We spent just 70 bucks on this beauty, and it works great. It really made me realize that our old one hasn't been doing its job for a while. Its nice to have clean floors again. It claims to be "featherlite" so I think I'm going to make the kids start vacuuming! Just kidding, but don't they look adorable trying to push it!

Corbin is almost big enough to do it!

Ivy's struggling to not be crushed by it. (right after this picture she almost was)

Dex looks like he's "slow-dancing" with it. Somebody get a bible to put between those two!

Yay for new stuff, even if it is just a vacuum!

Saying goodbye to a perfect summer

Summer is going out with a bang around here. We had a big wind storm on Saturday night. All of our patio chairs started blowing away and we had to bring them inside. We heard our kiddie pool hitting the wall on the side of our house in the backyard too, but when we went out to get it, it was gone. We found it in the morning in the neighbors front yard, it flew OVER THE FENCE! There was also a tree across the street that was broken in half from the wind. It was CRAZY (and fun).

Anyway, I almost want to cry, knowing that this is our last week of summer. Corbin starts kindergarten next Monday, so it is officially ending. This summer was absolutely PERFECT. We had a nice vacay without kids in June, 2 super fun trips to Bear Lake with them in July, swimming lessons and relaxing at home in August, and best of all, no trips to Salt Lake City for Ivy stuff at Primary Children's. Technically we do have one more family trip, but its in September, and we'll have to get Corbin out of school for it. We're going to Las Vegas with Scott's work again, and this year we're bringing all the kids, instead of just Ivy. They are super excited for swimming and playing with cousins all day, everyday.

Anyway, we've been celebrating our last week of freedom by going for walks, swimming in the neighborhood pool, and playing at the park. I hope we're making the best of it. And although I am sad to see summer go, and to watch my first-born go off to kindergarten. I am also excited for fall (my absolute favorite time of year) and freedom from the boys fighting (if only for a few hours each day). I'm crossing my fingers that Dex gets into the early intervention preschool also. He has an evaluation on Friday, and if he passes (or doesn't pass, depending on how you look at the situation) he'll be going 3 hours a day four days a week. It'll give me a nice break.

I think that's all the thoughts I've got for you today, so I'll be back on Wednesday to brag. Happy Monday. PS...Boise keeps getting better, I saw a Cafe Rio coming soon, and its right by our house. We may never come back to Utah now!