Letting Go

I just said goodbye to this guy. He is on a bus, with 20 other 3rd graders, on their way to San Diego for YMCA Camp Surf. He won't be back until Friday evening.

Did I mention, that I had to run away quickly after saying goodbye because I was sobbing? Or the fact that I sat in my car in the parking lot for almost 20 minutes, because I couldn't drive I was crying so hard. I can't breathe. I miss him so much, and I am so nervous for him.

He was so excited, but I could also tell he was a little nervous, so I left. I think having me there made him more anxious, even though I was keeping my cool, and playing with him. I hate knowing that I don't get to talk to him for 2 days. What if he needs me? Oh, here it goes again, I am crying...

This has helped me make a decision, he will NOT be serving a mission. No freaking way I can say goodbye to him for 2 years.

Chloe leaves for the Grand Canyon with her class tomorrow, but I am not as worried about her. She goes to sleepovers all the time, and she is fine. I know she is going to have a blast, and not even glance back at us. I just don't know how Andy is gonna do. I hate not knowing. I don't think I have ever prayed so much in my life. I hope it all goes well, and he has a great time, and proves all my fears and worries wrong!

Please send happy thoughts my way, cause I really don't know if I am gonna make it through the next few days.



I am very curious as to how chores work at your houses. I have been struggling with this for a few years now, trying to find the right way to enforce chores being done (with hopefully the least amount of nagging), of what chores are appropriate for what ages, etc...

For instance, I didn't start mowing the lawn until I was 15 or 16. But I also had older brothers at home up until that time. So am I a horrible parent (as my daughter says) for making my 11 year old mow? She is big enough, it's not hard, why shouldn't she do it?

I have come to hate Saturdays, because that is chore day. It is awful, tears, screaming, fighting, threats of running away, and that is just from me. You can't even imagine what the kids do... I don't want Saturdays to be like this, and I really wish my kids would learn that if they kept up throughout the week, we wouldn't even have major chores on Saturday.

So I am up for ideas, do's and dont's, what chores you have your kids do, anything! What chores did you do as a kid, did you hate them? Let's chat it up!


Fantasy Friday

I know everyone says that winning the Powerball would be the worst thing in the world, but I find that hard to believe. I can only dream of what i would do with $144 million. A house, pay of my mom's house, my siblings houses, bills, cars. I would get Brian and Dorothy a house in whatever neighborhood we move to. I could finally have the money to start my genius business that I have. Jon and I wouldn't fight over money anymore. I could go to the grocery store when I need food, not just when I have the money for it. I could fill my car up with gas, and not sit at home not wanting to use any of it. Yea, I guess that would ruin my life.

Oh well, I must be insane, because I still want my life ruined!!!

Spring Break '08

I took the kids to Amazing Jake's yesterday. It was dead, like I was hoping. But it was dead enough that they didn't have workers at all the rides, so we spent a lot of our day waiting for someone to come and let them on. That kind of ticked me off, but they still had fun. I was pooped after 4 1/2 hours of non-stop fun... I think we have mini-golf on the schedule today, yippee!!!

I love the video of Cooper dancing. The best is what he says at the end. I love that kid and his smooth moves!


Difference between Lds and FLDS

This was e-mailed to me by 3 different people today. I thought you might all enjoy it too!

Some Mormon Women sing...

Some Mormon women dance...

Some Mormon women write scary stories...

Some Mormon women have a lot of
money and great hair...

I know hundreds of Mormon women. They do all
kinds of different things and live all
different kinds of lives...

This woman served as a leader in the Mormon Church. She recently
spoke to teenage girls worldwide. She encouraged them
to stand up to peer pressure, strengthen their
families and serve others.

None of the Mormon women I know look like this...

None of them are marrying off their teenage daughters and --
although some may joke about wanting a sister-wife
(preferably one who is really fat & ugly,
does bathrooms and changes diapers),
none of them really want to share their husband with anyone!


Some Mormon guys can throw a ball...

Some Mormon guys yell at the ball...

Some Mormon guys make scary movies...

Some Mormon guys have a lot of money
and really great hair...

I know hundreds of Mormon guys. They do all kinds of
different things and live and kinds of different lives.

This is one of the leaders of the Mormon Church. Recently he spoke
about honoring women, especially mothers, and gave advice
to husbands and children about how to treat
the women in their lives.

None of the Mormon men I know look like this...

The Mormon men I know are honest and hard-working. They don't
cheat, smoke, drink or gamble.

And TRUST ME... the last thing any of them
want is another wife!

Spring Break '08

Look at the daredevil...
I couldn't watch, it was killing me!

So Monday we kicked off Spring Break by heading up to Saguaro Lake with Jon's cousin Aaron and his family. I am so glad he likes sharing his boat with people. The kids had a blast, and the weather was great. The water was freezing, but it didn't seem to bother them. I can't wait to have our own boat someday. I really hope that is a dream that comes true! Yesterday we went and saw Nim's Island, and I am still undecided on what we will be doing today. I promised the kids since I didn't take them out of town, we would do something fun each day, so wish me luck!

And the award goes to...

So I am a few days behind, but I didn't forget Andrea. You made my day! I can't believe I am one of your top picks!!! Here are the rules of this award:

1) You have to pick 5 blogs that you consider deserve this award for their creativity, design, interesting material, and also for contributing to the blogging community, no matter what language. (Nominations will follow rules.)

2) Each award has to have the name of the author and also a link to his or her blog to be visited by everyone.

3) Each award winner has to show the award and put the name and link to the blog that has given her or him the award itself. In my case, that would be Andrea.

4) Award-winner and the one who has given the prize have to show the link of "Arte y Pico" blog, so everyone will know the origin of this award. http://arteypico.blogspot.com/ Make sure you visit the link above. There are crafts of all kinds shown; you are bound to come away inspired!

5) Show these rules.

My five picks are:

Liz, of course. She got me started on this, and is still (as always) a daily must read.

NieNie, I think she is a daily on everyone's list. I like to imagine what my life would be like if I was NieNie. Actually it is unimaginable...

Sheri, I bet you didn't even realize you were one of my top blogs!!!

Kayleen, I don't even know how to describe why I like this one so much, but I do!

MiMi, mainly because it is my sister, and it is the only way I ever hear about what is going on in her life out there in Mesa!!!

I really hate only being able to pick 5, because I have about 15 that are my daily musts...


Fantasy Friday

Bling!!! I love jewelry, and I want a wedding ring soooo badly. Mine was stolen out of our hotel room a few years ago. This is a major fantasy because we have so many other things we need to spend money on first.

Tiffany- If Jason ever has some kind of charity shopping spree, could you put in a good word for me? BTW, when we went to dinner at Chelsea's Kitchen, I was coveting your ring. I hope we can still be friends!

I just want something sparkly, and big, and beautiful... Is that too much to ask for?!?


Did you?

Did anyone watch the Crystal Darkness documentary? Did you watch it with your children?

I tivoed it, so I could watch it later and decide if it was suitable to watch with Chloe. There was a line in there where they were telling parents to talk to your kids while they are young, 11 is a great age, because they are more likely to listen than when they are 16. Am I bad because I don't want to talk about it yet with her, she is a child. Once we bring these things into our lives, they never go away. I don't want to talk about how girls turn into prostitutes, I don't want to have to explain what a prostitute is. The other night when we were reading the scriptures, Chloe read a verse with the word "whore." Of course, being the daughter that she is, she had to ask what a whore was. Luckily, Andy's scripture had a definition I could live with. Why am I so scared to talk about this stuff? I want her to stay naive, and young and innocent, and yet everyone says that by this age they aren't anymore. Is that true?!?

This is the part of parenting I did not think through all the way. HELP!!!


The Name Game

I am at that point in my pregnancy...

Last night I had to sit up, or lay on my side to get my back rub. That was a sad moment. I can no longer sleep on my stomach, that is horrible! I am hardly showing, which is really weird, if you saw me you would just think that I was chunking up a little, unless you knew I was pregnant.

I am also at the point where I am dreaming of names. Unfortunately I have a husband, who is a complete pain in the ass when it comes to picking out names. He never wants to just let me have my say!

Aren't I the one who is carrying this child for 9 months?

Aren't I the one who is already having extreme sciatic pain?

Aren't I the one who switches the laundry, and then has to sit because I am already having contractions?

Aren't I the one who can't brush her teeth without puking?

Aren't I the one with the terrible taste in my mouth 24/7?

Aren't I the one, who used to have a cute tummy, but now (as we found out when I was pregnant with Chloe) if you draw eyes and hands, my stomach resembles this lovely painting below by Edward Munch...

Aren't I the one, whose breasts have already grown another size, and will grow again when I nurse, but contrary to what everyone thinks, they will not go back down. So after having started off well endowed, I am now someone that has to shop in specialty stores that are mainly for hookers and drag queens?

Aren't I the one who stays up and frets about our kids lives, the problems they are going to face? Remember that shot on the news last night, the one where the girl got hit over the head with the folding chair. I almost removed my children from school today to homeschool them (luckily I realized that would probably more detremental to their health that a chair to the head.) But even still, Jon didn't blink an eye about it!

Aren't I the one who is going t have to push this child out of my body, and considering each one of my children has gotten larger, we are looking forward to a ten pounder this time. I'm sure most of you think it is probably like a slip 'n slide now, but I am still pretty nervous!

And the list could go on, and on... So shouldn't I be able to pick the name???

It's funny when I think back on the other names. Chloe was Chloe from the moment I was pregnant. At the time, there were no Chloe's so I loved that it would be different. Even still there are only 3 in the whole school, so that is pretty good. I also remember the crap people gave us about that name, "It's an old lady name, it's the drug addict sister off of ER, etc..." It grew on them, and I couldn't imagine any other name on her now.

I had no choice with Andy, because Jon always wanted his son after him. So Jonathan Andrew the 2nd it is. There are too many Jon's or John's in the family, that is why we went with Andy.

For those of you who don't know, Buffy is not her real name. She is actually Elizabeth, but I knew that would be way too long to yell, so we had to find a nickname. When we chose Buffy, we got the same mixed reactions. My grandma still calls her Elizabeth, even though Buffy continues to tell her "Grandma I like Buffy." One of Jon's nieces told me (to my face) that Buffy is a table dancer's name. Now fast forward about 6 years, we are at Brian and Dorothy's for a BBQ. We go up to their bedroom to turn on music, as all the kids follow. They have a beautiful 4 poster bed. We turn it up loud, and it turns into Dance USA up there, with kids and adults all dancing. Then out of the blue, I see Buffy eyeing one of the posts, and within a second she had jumped up on the bed, wrapped one leg around the pole, with the other sticking out, and just swung around like there was no tomorrow. So thank you, she is not a table dancer, pole dancing is apparently in her blood, and I am sure there is a major difference!

Cooper was supposed to be Rocco, but Jon vetoed that. We all wanted it, even the kids. But for some reason he has the deciding vote. I don't mind Cooper, in fact it suits him quite well, but Rocco would have also!

I can't believe how long this is, I am sorry. I am just really ticked, because the one name I want more than anything Jon won't even consider! So tell me, do you think I should have final say?


Weekend Review

I love this action shot of Coop

Buffy flying a kite

Friday I took the girls out for a girls night. We went to Sweet Tomatoes for dinner, because they have been begging for some reason. Luckily they didn't like it all that much so I probably won't have to go back. Then we went to go to some shopping. 6 stores, and 3 1/2 hours later, and we only found a few things. I was beat, so we headed home.

When we got home we put the kids to bed, and then Amy & CW called to see if we wanted to go get dessert. So we headed off to meet them for gelato, at my all time favorite spot. When we gt there they were all out of strawberry, I wanted to cry. None of the other flavors sounded good, so I wasn't going to get anything. The guy behind the counter felt really bad, and then Jon made a comment about messing with a pregnant ladies craving. Ten minutes later he had made me a fresh batch of strawberry gelato, and he wouldn't let me pay for it. They now have my undying love and loyalty. If I had the energy, I would have jumped over the counter and kissed the guy, that is how happy I was!

Saturday was Jon's office picnic. So we were at the park from 10:30 to about 2:30. The kids had a great time, and I was so happy that it was breezy and not hot! We got home just in time for a short nap, and then Jon and I headed out to meet my family for the March and April birthdays. We had a great time at Cheesecake, and laughed the whole time. I always feel bad for the people around us, because we are pretty loud. Then we headed back to my mom's to hangout some more.

I made it to church on time Sunday, actually we were early, which was good because there was a baby blessing. Church went well, and the rest of the day was pretty relaxing. So now I need to focus on real life. I have so much laundry to do, and I desperately need to clean out my kids dressers and closets. I need to start trying to figure out where we are going to put Cinq, and all the stuff that will come with her!

Hope you all had a great weekend!


Fantasy Friday

As some of you already know, I have no laundry room. I have to walk across the backyard, into a storage room attached to the guest house to do laundry. The room isn't sealed, so it is very dirty and dusty. In the summer, it is freaking hot. So my fantasy today is a Laundry room, I couldn't imagine how fabulous it would be. Actually I can, because I loved it when I lived at mom's house! Someday...



Dreams are so weird. I have a really hard time with them, because I have had many dreams that have actually come true. That kind of freaks me out a bit... I also have nightmares, a lot. Worse when I was a kid. The kind of nightmares where you wake up because you can't breathe because it is so real. I hate those.

I once had a nightmare about a man chasing me. Everywhere I went, he was there. The worst part is no one knew me. My family shut the door on me, my close friend at the time Jarid, didn't know me when I showed up on his doorstep. No one, so no one would help me. It was really scary, even though it may not sound like it. The scariest part though, was a few months later I was at the mall with Jarid, and I saw the guy from my dream. I almost wet my pants right then and there. Just this random freaky guy...

Last night I had a dream that I was dating Kevin Costner. Not old Kevin Costner, but young one, even though I still think he is pretty hot for an old guy. He really liked me a lot. I woke up, kind of wishing I could remember what it felt like to kiss him. It was just weird. Want to know what else is weird? "For Love of the Game" was on tv this morning. What is the universe trying to tell me? Did I miss my shot, am I supposed to be Kristy Costner? Yea right!

What do you dream about? I'd love to hear your funniest, freakiest, weirdest, scariest dream!



(Sorry it's not the best, but my scanner
isn't working, so I had to take a picture of
a picture. This is the picture from the
reunion 3 years ago)

Last night we had a mini reunion with my dad's family. My aunt & uncle are in town, so whoever lived in town and could make it went over to my cousin's house for dessert. We had made a time capsule back in 2001 at our reunion in Newport Beach, and we were opening it last night. It was so fun seeing my cousin's and aunts & uncles. There weren't even half of us there probably, but there were still a bajillion of us.

My grandma & grandpa had 5 kids, I grew up with lots of cousins, doing lots of things with our family. I loved it. I have always wanted the same thing. My mom and dad had 5 kids, but I bet my mom tops out at 16 grandkids, max. I am apparently the only kids that really enjoys reproducing (or is at least stupid enough to keep doing it). On the way home I was talking to Jon, and hoping out lots that we have children who have lots of children. I want lots of grandchildren, I want lots of great grand children, I want my kids to grow up loving to be with each other. I want to go on vacations with my kids and their kids. I want my grandchildren to love seeing each other, and want to hang out all the time.

I was very lucky to grow up this way. I couldn't imagine my life without my family, without our summer vacations with my mom's family, or our reunions and parties with my dad's family. My brothers and sisters aren't as keen on vacationing together, and it really bugs me. Since my dad has died, it has slowly just died away. Everytime we try there is always someone who gripes, or says they can't afford it, or something. I just want to scream at them at tell them to suck it up, so our kids can have a relationship with each other, so we can have fun. We always do, no matter how much of a pain it is, we always enjoy it!

I am anxious to see where my children will take me, what kind of life I am going to have in 20, 30, 40 years. It seems so far away. When my grandpa was in hospice a few years ago before he passed away, he had a family picture (photo above) from a mini reunion we had had the year before to celebrate his 90th birthday. The nurses would walk in, and just star in awe at the amount of people, and that's not all of us. My grandpa was so proud to show us off. That is what I want.

I feel like I am trying to raise my children right, and I am trying to teach them the importance of family, so maybe one day I will be amazingly blessed. I hope I am doing it right, I guess only time will tell!


Fantasy Friday

She is darling, and I would love, love, love to have hair that was always darling no matter how it is styled! Now that is truly a fantasy!!!




I woke up this morning in my bed. Not on the couch, not in a chair, not in one of the kid's beds, but in my own bed. For those of you who don't know, I struggle with insomnia, which only gets supremely worse when I am pregnant. Then as soon as I get big enough to not lay on my stomach, it is pure misery for the rest of the nine months. So, needless to say I have not been sleeping well, especially in the last few weeks. Last night I crawled into bed, I was still feeling pretty gross, and was hoping to fall asleep before I started to throw up again, and I woke up 8 hours later in my own bed. Even Jon was surprised to see me in bed this morning. Usually at about 1:00 something wakes me up and I head to the couch for the rest of the night. I am thrilled, I hope it wasn't a fluke. Please oh please let me sleep like that again...

Last night we went and saw "Horton hears a who" for FHE. The kids got a lot of money from the Easter Egg hunt at my mom's, so they all paid their own way (that's about the only way we can all afford to go). It was darling. The movie theater was freezing, so I had a grumpy Cooper, but besides that it was good.

I am determined to accomplish a lot today, so wish me luck!