HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAVANNAH!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAVANNAH!

( WE LOVE OUR LITTLE "BOO BABY" )

HAPPY B-DAY CACHE!

Well, today is Cache's birthday. The big numero UNO!
It's hard to believe that he is already one. It just seems like yesterday when he was born.

Here he is at 6 months: Oh, I miss those checks!

And here is is today, a grumpy old man.

I tried to take a snap shot before church, but he was not giving me the time of day.

Then at church he was such a beast, as always. The one o'clock schedule is not good for this baby.I don't know why, but today he was extra cranky.

After church we had dinner and a little party for him. The only people that came over were his grandparents. It was really low key.

Of course, he liked playing with the balloons more than he liked playing with any of his new toys.

He really was not interested in the cupcake either. He just squished it around in his fingers, in his hair, on his face, on his high-chair tray, then all over the floor.
Oh, he did crack one little smile here. It didn't last long. It was followed by him crying, and waving his hands with cake flying everywhere.

As you can see here. He could hardly contain his excitement.Yeah, I'm 1.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CACHE!

(We love you, even when you are cranky)

POO/WHO?

So yesterday was just one of those days. I got up and went running with the ladies, and it was cold. After a long, cold run I always look forward to a nice long HOT shower. So I put Savannah and Cache in the bathtub in our bathroom, and I hop in the shower. I was covered in shampoo, when Savannah starts screaming. "MOM, Cache just pooped in the tub and he is eating it." Two things a mom never wants to hear in the same sentence. So I jump out of the shower sopping wet and covered in soap. I grab Cache, luckily he was not eating poo. He was eating a squirty toy, the same color as his poo. So I take him and Savannah into the shower with me to try and clean them off. Of course Cache is screaming because he hates the shower water .
I am trying to get out of there as fast as I can so that he'll stop crying. Meanwhile trying to not drop him. You know how easy it is to hold a wet, wiggly baby. That's always a fun way to start the morning. The house was smelling like a poop factory for the rest of the day.

So much for my nice long hot relaxing shower.

So then we have had a few little mysteries at our house this week:

SOMEONE THINKS THEY ARE A BEAVER?

(yes, that is the kitchen cabinets)

AND SOMEONE THINKS THEY ARE A BEAUTICIAN?

I WONDER WHO IT COULD BE?

Yeah! Spud Harvest break is over

Growing up, spud harvest was the best. But now that I have kids in school, I beg to differ. They barely start school, then they are out again for 2 weeks. Trying to entertain them is fun. Trying to keep them off of each other is even more fun.

Since John went out of country, we decided to go visit cousins in Utah.

On our way home we stopped at the Tree house Museum in Ogden. The kids love going there.
Can you blame them?

Savannah was in heaven with all the babies, and dress ups

Cache trying to put on the hat

Cache trying to get out of the log tunnel

Bridger and Colby checking out the dentist and Doctors office

I love this picture. Look at Cache's face. He is so scared.

McDonald's AGAIN:( I spent a small fortune feeding the kids McD's

Cache kept wanting my ice cream cone. Finally I just gave it to him. Love how he is eating it with his hands? He kept saying, "MMMMMMMMMMMM!"

This is my favorite. He always makes this face. He is so funny!

We also went and visited some other cousins up here in Idaho. We took them to play at this park, but they spent more time playing here.........

On all of these huge rocks.

They had a blast climbing up the rocks, and sliding down them.

And exploring around. They found this cave, and they are pretty sure that it is Batman's cave.

And of course what would spud harvest break be without a snow/gail force wind storm

All in All, our spud harvest break was pretty uneventful. Just lots of chaos, but hey what's new!

"PARK" city

Last weekend we went down to Utah to take John to the airport. I decided to go to the outlet mall up in Park City after we dropped John off. That was fun, with 4 kids,and NO stroller. Needless to say, we didn't shop long. The kids wanted to play on the playground. So we played there for a while. Then we got in the car to go back to Salt Lake to my sisters house. I really wanted to see my friend Molly who lives in Park City, but I didn't have her address, or cell phone number, which wouldn't have helped any way, because I don't have a cell phone. But I remember her telling me which part of Park City that she lived in, so I just started driving aimlessly up and down streets until randomly I found a house that I believed to be hers. So I got out of the car, and rang the doorbell.

"Ummm Is your mom dere?

Sure enough I found her house.

She invited us in to her quite, clean house. Which was no longer after my kids bombarded it. I am sure Molly was dying. My boys we sliding down her banister. Kicking a ball in the house and dropping it down from the loft. Pounding on her keyboard, ect, ect. We soon left for lunch. None of the kids wanted the same thing, so we had to go to Subway, McDonald's, and Cafe Rio.

We went to a little park to eat our lunch. The kids did more playing, than eating.And they would not leave Molly alone.They had lots of fun playing with her.This was a park that Molly use to take Lucy to. In fact the next day they were going to plant a tree in honor of Lucy at this park. Molly invited us to come up for the little "tree planting party". I was able to come back up for it. Molly wrote and read a poem "The LUCY TREE".

This is part of the poem that Molly wrote really touched me:

"I'll show you how to share your love with others on their way

Just as I'll give to children here who come to laugh and play

In shade and comfort mothers will rest beneath my outstretched boughs

Reminding them to treasure, as their children are young for but hours"

I read these words and I am reminded of what I need to be doing. Life gets so chaotic with 4 young children, let me rephrase that. Life gets so chaotic with 4 very crazy, very strong willed, young children. I really don't find myself enjoying anything, when everything is always mayhem. I need to listen to the words in her poem. I need to treasure these brief days of childhood.I am sure there will be many more children who will come to this park to laugh, play,and enjoy the shade from the Lucy tree. Here are some pictures of my kids laughing and playing in the park

I am glad that I randomly found Molly's house, so that I could spend this special day, with their family. I am thankful for a great friend who inspires me to do better.

West Yellowstone & Walking

West Yellowstone is only less than 2 hours away, and we have never taken the kids there, so this last weekend we decided to take them. It was a really pretty drive. Fall is my most favorite time of the year.We got to old faithful, just as it was done going off, so we had to wait around for an hour and a half to go off again. We had a picnic and the kids played a little football while we waited. 90 minutes later

2 minutes later
Yes, that's the kids touching the water to make sure that it was really
hot like the park ranger said.

Here's the kids running from the mist of the stinky sulfur pots.

So after driving in the car with the kids for 8 hours, John and I were reminded why we never like to take the kids any where.

Too much, "Are we there yet","I'm Hungry","I'm Bored"and defiantly to much crying.

Thank you Cache!

Speaking of Cache:

LOOK WHO'S WALKING NOW!

This boy produces way more saliva than the average person.He constantly has a steady stream coming out of his mouth. His clothes are always saturated, and have to be changed often.

I love the Frankenstein walk.

So if you are wondering why he has no pants on it's because Savannah took them off, and decided to wear them. I kept asking her to take them off and put them back on Cache, but these are all the excuses that she came up with.
They were all so believable too.

So then she puts her Cinderella wig on him.
I must say, he does make a pretty cute little girl Okay, poor baby's had enough. Take of the wig, take off his pants and leave him alone.