Stunting Growth

While driving to Kumon, Makade asked me what type of drink I had. When I told him it was Diet Coke, Tarryn quickly reminded Makade that, "That's one of the kinds of drinks Dad doesn't want us to have." She also told him it's because it makes you stop growing.

The conversation continued as we talked about caffeine stunting your growth and naming various drinks that carried the evil stuff. Tarryn found it important to mention to Makade that "Mom probably drank a lot of caffeine when she was little and that's why she's so small." To which I replied, "I'll have you know that my favorite soda was Sprite when I was young, and have you ever checked out the height of MY parents?!"

After explaining that you get your height from both of your parents Makade found it important to ask the question, "Does that mean I'm gonna have one short leg and one really long leg?!" He was worried he would have to hop around everywhere!

A new year, a new life, a new beginning.

Wow! I can't believe 2009 has come and gone. I have not been very dedicated to any of my blogs this past year and I miss it! I can really see where my writing has gotten rusty as ideas and words don't pop into my head as quickly as they used to.

I think what bothers me the most about this past year that hasn't even been mentioned in this blog is our joy of expecting a new family member to add to the fun. There have been so many wonderful moments regarding this such as my telling Corban I had a secret:

Me: (In a whisper even though no one else is around) Corban, I have a secret.

Corban: Okay, what is it?

Me: Mommy has a baby in her tummy.

Corban: (Looking petrified) What?! You ATE Kellan?!

Or The day we decided to tell all of the kids at dinner and Makade found it important to help me with all my food and any other needs he thought I might have. The look he had for me that day was amazing.

There is the moment we found out that this baby was indeed, another boy and I cried and was so worried about how upset my sweet Tarryn was going to be when she found out she wasn't going to get that baby sister she longed for. My heart truly ached for her! Then as we told the family, she was still willing to welcome her new baby brother.

All those beautiful moments, and more didn't get written down and put into the timeline and I'm very sad about that! Shame on me for not *finding* the time. I'd like to promise that I will be better at blogging but I refuse to make promises that I am not positive I will keep. So I will state that I am going to try to keep this form of family logging up to date so that someday when I want to go back and have these memories, they are written with all the heart felt words that came with the moment.

This will be a task as our soon-to-be family of 7 gets more and more busy, but it's needed on many levels and I am up for the challenge. No promises, but I hope to be writing really soon.

Super Heroes

This evening Makade gave Kellan another look into the wonderful world of imagination. Seeing Kellan carrying his often dubbed "Linus Blanket", Makade took the blanket and tied it around Kellan's neck, instructed him on some cliche super hero moves, and announced that Kellan was now a SUPER HERO! Hearing this did something to Kellan. I watched his face change as he realized he now had an important title. Kellan liked the title so much, he darted around shouting, "Supah Hewo! Supah Hewo!" He'd continue until his make-shift cape would fall off then he'd run over to Makade or me to have it tied back on then continue on his super hero journey.

Watching the boys interact; an 8 and 2 year old both mesmerized by the idea that a blanket had such magical powers. Enthralled by the blanket that helped this little guy have the confidence to save others, to serve others, or to just stand there in a picturesque stance with hands on hips and looking into the beyond. It was quite fun to see how we can perceive ourselves on a day to day basis. Seriously, we all have our capes (or should I say Power Suits) that make us feel more confident when worn or carried. But what amazed me most was watching my boys try to create a world that, quite honestly they already are heroes in. For in my world, they are my heroes. Every time they share a smile or a laugh with me, I am saved.

How blessed I am to be surrounded by 3 little-men heroes, 1 princess, a Knight-in-Shining Armor. .....and another little super hero on the way.

Girl Trip!!!!

The most popular sentence of the trip....

"Mom, can we go swimming?!"
Sitting on a tour boat, 'The Dixie Belle' waiting for more passengers to come.
No body else came so they cancelled the trip.

Mother and Daughter in front of the London Bridge.

T in front of the London Bridge....in 107 degree weather.
Can you tell what she's thinking?! (Something like.....)
"Hurry up and take the picture so we can go get a SnoCone!"

Tucked in for the night.

Corban's Cowboy Day

Friday was Corban's Western Day at his preschool. Because of my frantically rushing around to get ready for Tarryn's and my girl trip and Brandon having work, we asked Uncle Zane to go hang out with the cowboys and girls. Zane came and picked Corban up wearing his own 10 gallon hat and Corban couldn't have been more excited.
Corban had a blast singing in a round-up, dancing in a hoe-down, story telling around the flashlight-and-tissue-paper-made-campfire, and eating flap-jacks (pancakes) for a snack. Thanks Uncle Zane for hanging out with the cowpokes at Corban's preschool you made Corban's day truly special!

That's logic for ya.

I took Tarryn to Olive Garden for a special one-on-one date. While we were waiting for the food to be brought out, Tarryn began unrolling her napkin wrapped utensils. Picking up the fork, she pondered aloud, "Hmmm...that's weird, this fork only has three pokey things instead of four."
To which I replied, "Yeah, that's a bit unusual I guess."
"Well, shouldn't it be called a threek instead of a fork then?" remarked my clever 10 year old.

Now why didn't we have logical children make up the vocabulary for the world?!

Baby Jack's Number

While Corban was holding Baby Jack today (with help of course), it was so cute to hear him coo at the infant with such sweet enthusiasm. Even cuter was his asking Jack's mom, Kayley, "What number is he?" To which she replied, "18 days old!" The look on Corban's face was priceless with the knowledge that to a 4 year old time is based on numbers only. Not increments of minutes, days, weeks, or years. To him, Jack must have sounded like he was older than him, let alone older than his own big sister!