Friday, January 21, 2011

Special Delivery

Today was a "blah" day.  Dresden woke up with a sore throat but luckily he didn't have school so he was able to lounge around the house all day.  As long as he had Tylenol in him he felt pretty well.  When I got home from work I decided to check his throat again.  Yep, there it was in the little craters of his tonsils, puss.  I got on the phone with the doctor and set up an appointment to take him in.  Poor kid was asking why he felt like he was 80 years old.  His muscles were sore and he was light headed from his fever and headache.  The boys and I loaded into the car and headed to the doctor and just like I knew it would be, strep was confirmed.  Off to the pharmacy we went to fill his prescription, waited while some older women complained to the pharmacist, not understanding why her pills were costing her so much ($96 for 15 pills), happily paid my $7 for my prescription, and then drove home.  When I pulled into the driveway I noticed something hiding under the rug at my front door.  Yes!  My special delivery had arrived. 

These are the cutest darn shoes ever!  They fit so nicely in the palm of my hand.  I know it is completely silly to buy shoes for an infant but I just couldn't NOT order these shoes.  And, they are much cuter in person.  So, after a "blah" day of work and then coming home to a sick boy, whom I adore and would do anything to help him feel better, I was a bit excited to open my package and pull out these cute little shoes that will soon be fitting on my cute little newcomer. 

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Ahoy Matey

I think I've decided to go with a Nautical Theme for the babies room.  I've paid a fortune for baby bedding twice and I've decided I just don't need to pay those prices again.  Therefore, I am digging out the old bedding that I used for Logan and will re-do the theme for Jr. #3. If I were going to spend a fortune again I love this bedding but spending that kind of money on JUST the bumper...I don't think so.

In our old home we had a pretty neutral color palette with the exception of the living room.  Everything was painted "Latte" a color from Sherwin Williams, which I loved, but now we have bold colors in our current home.  I can't decide which way I want to go.

Neutral:

or Bold:
I do know for sure that I would like to put up white wainscoting around the room with the color of choice, navy or latte, on top with white trim on the baseboards and casing. I'd also love to have this painted on the ceiling but then again, that's just me living in a fantasy world.
 Let me add one more item to that fantasy world I'm living in...I'd love the curtains in the above photo, too but I can't find them anywhere on line.  Oo la la, I changed my mind, I think I like these curtains a bit better.  Hey Mom, want a sewing project???
May as well add one more item to the list of wishful thinking, this drum shade pendant is rather nice.  Although, I think I'd rather go with a solid navy shade with one large white stripe in the middle.  Overall, I'm liking the idea of it.
The five week count down is on and we still have to finish the "Man Cave" (sheetrock, taping, texturing the ceiling, painting and have the carpet installed) before I can even get started on the babies room.  No worries though, I'm as calm as can be.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Honoring a Man I Loved

I have always said that I never want to participate in speaking at a funeral.  I am a very emotional person and I never thought I would be able to get through a talk about someone I loved but this past week I had the opportunity to get up and say a few things about my Grandpa.  After the fact, I can honestly say that I felt it a privilege to honor my Grandpa.  Brandt and Michael both gave very beautiful prayers that were full of love and of the Spirit and Natalie played a piano solo that was, of course, gorgeous.  A day that I thought would be full of sadness and tears was full of wonderful stories about my Grandpa from the many people that travelled great distances to honor him.  It was a beautiful day to honor a beautiful man.
The talk I gave...
As grandkids we will always cherish our memories of time spent with Grandpa and Grandma. In the early years we spent the weekends at their home in Rose Park. We would ride our bikes around the block and pass the circus house, play croquet in the back yard, eat raspberries off the raspberry bushes in their garden, go for motorcycle rides with Grandpa, and sneak candy from the bottom drawer. As we got older Grandpa and Grandma would take us two at a time and visit destinations like Yellow Stone, Jackson Hole, and Mt. Rushmore. Grandpa taught us how Yellow Stone got its name, it’s because a bear pee’d on a rock. He also taught us the valuable lesson to never kick a buffalo pie. It may be hard and crusty on the outside but it’s soft and squishy on the inside. We spent many hours in the camper and truck traveling to their favorite places. We learned the names of wild flowers and finished many word search books. Grandpa’s love of traveling has taken them across thousands of miles of highway. In their hallway hangs a large map of the United States. Grandpa has marked every highway they have driven on. I think their biggest driving accomplishment was making the drive to Alaska and exploring the beauties of that area. I remember them telling us that they wrote down the number of miles they had driven on the back of their truck in the dirt and cars passing by would honk and give their congrats on their accomplishment for driving such a far distance. Every time he visited Natalie and Jay in Eastern Colorado he commented on how much he loved the country out that way. It reminded him of the time when he used to drive a truck. This past fall my parents were able to take my Grandparents to Yellowstone one last time. Something that I know my Grandpa appreciated and thoroughly enjoyed.


The great-grandkids have loved spending time in Ephraim as well. They always look forward to riding the four wheelers and going past the tree where Grandpa once saw a bear. Grandpa carved his initials in a tree where he saw the bear and I’m pretty sure one day, when the tree falls down, we will cut the carving out of the tree and keep it here at the house. The kids love to explore the corral and shoot the bb guns. All the things we loved doing when we were younger.

Grandpa loved sitting on the porch watching the hummingbirds and listening to the wind blow through the trees. When he wasn’t on the porch he was taking Nippy for a ride on his four-wheeler, going for a walk up the canyon road, or on a day trip in the car with Grandma. He loved everything about nature and being a part of it. He loved taking his fishing boat out on Strawberry and fishing. I’m sure he and Grandma have caught thousands of fish through out the years. Brandt got to spend many birthdays on the mountain deer hunting with Grandpa, Dad, and Michael. Every year they planned their hunting trips and even though they didn’t always come home with a kill I know they enjoyed their time spent together.

Grandpa had a tough exterior. He expected much but also appreciated much. In the past few years he had expressed to me many times how proud he was of Dad. Proud of how much he has accomplished in his life and the wonderful family and wife he has. Grandpa taught Dad a strong work ethic that I believe Dad has passed on to us kids and I hope we are passing on the same Strong work ethic to our kids.

He also expressed to me his great love and appreciation for Grandma. What a good wife she has been to him all these years. He loved you very much Grandma and you are an amazing woman for being able to help sustain Grandpa these past few years. You never complained and did what you had to do to help Grandpa. We love you grandma for the love and compassion you showed grandpa. We appreciate the example you are to us and hope that in our marriages we can have the same love and commitment that you and Grandpa have had.

We would also like to give a special thank you to all those that have helped Grandpa and Grandma, especially Steve & Joyce Olsen and Milt Two. We appreciate the love and compassion and support you have shown our grandparents. We can’t express how much we appreciate your service and we thank you from the bottom of our hearts.

We love you Grandpa and can’t wait until we see you again.

Monday, January 10, 2011

I love you and will miss you, Grandpa!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

What's that on my foot?

I might have burped in the bathroom while Logan took a shower.

Logan: "Dad I think your burp got on my foot cuse now it itches and I don't wanna get a (di)sease on my foot."

Just another one of Logan's classic moments.