Snow bunny

So it is basically Antartica here. Why do I love Utah again???? Why didnt my parents chose to raise us in Arizona (sigh, Tice) or California, or freakin Barbados? Anyway, I thought it was still important to have my little lady know what her first winter looked like, so I drug her out into the madness. She no likie cold either! The first thing she did was stick her sweet hand in the giant iceburg and shoved it in her mouth! Then she realized both her hand and now her mouth were frozen and she realized what mommy means when she curses the snow. What if her first phrase is 'effing snow'?? I am a bad mommy! But she is stinkin cute!

Summer, oh how I miss you!

Something to do...

This was on my friends site, may as well play along. Kisses to everyone!

Only rule: you have to answer with ONE word.

1. Where is your mobile phone? bag
2. Relationship? Wonderful
3. Your hair? brown
4. Work? sigh
5. Your sister(s)? none
6. Your favorite thing? family
7. Your dream last night? weird
8. Your favorite drink? coke...sigh
9. Your dream car? free
10. The room you're in? school
11. Your shoes? boots
12. Your fears? sucking
13. What do you want to be in 10 years? stable
14. Who did you hang out with last weekend? Family
15. What are you not good at? denying
16. Muffin? chocolate
17. Wish list item? home
18. Where you grew up? Utah
19. The last thing you did? math
20. What are you wearing? sweater
21. What are you not wearing? frown
22. Your pet? insane
23. Your computer? schools
24. Your life? Blessed
25. Your mood? chilled
26. Missing? Addi
27. What are you thinking about? food (trying to lose weight....so hungry)
28. Your car? Liberty
29. Your kitchen? messy
30. Your summer? missed
31. Your favorite color? Gold (and Black...go Roy!!)
32. Last time you laughed? Today
33. Last time you cried? Yesterday (yelled at dog, instantly felt bad, cried)
34. School? work
35. Love? Family

It's hard being a big sis

Once upon a time we were a family of three, Ron never wanted to admit it, but Macie was our first born and before we gave birth to Addi, she was our baby. We took her on exotic walks, gave her delicious food, and waited on the pooch hand and foot. I always thought that my feelings for her would never change. I thought I would always be excited to take her outside to go on bathroom walks and I never thought I would be angry at her cute little barks.

Then came Addi. The absolute love of our lives and suddenly everything changed. Yes, we still love you Macie, but things around here are getting absolutly ridiclous!


Why does she want to go off of a barking rampage when Addi finally goes to sleep? Why does she think Binkies are delicious and tries to find and hide my favorites only to devour them at a later date and make me sad? Why does she want to do the grossest thing and pluck the dirty diapers out of the grip of the garbage bin and...yes, use them as a midnight snack? She is just a little out of control. I know that she had her whole world ripped up and that everything she thought was hers now belongs to a tiny thing that loves to rip her tail off, but come on! She has to understand the totum pole here and that she would be the one to go because Addi is non transferable (when I say go I mean to my parents house, not anywhere that has demons or anything promise.) Anyway, this picture basically says it all...who is the baby around here?

For the LOVE of the game!

We had our first open gym for the 2008 Royal Softball season on Wednesday. My fingers as well as the rest of my body are finally at a point where they are not in too much pain to type or do the other necessary things in life.
But geez it was fun. Ever since Addison was born, I have had this crazy itch. Like I have gone long enough without it and I need it back now.
I even have dreams about it all. The first one, the BYU coach called and said that I needed to start the game on Friday. That my uniform was in the locker and I needed to play. Even in my dream I remember thinking "I have not picked up a ball in like a year and a half and they want me to start?"
The second dream was the U of U calling to say that they started a graduate program and they wanted me to come play again. They would even schedule my practices around Addi's naps. Am I crazy, or do I just miss it too much!
I dont even want to coach! When I went to the gym the other night, I was less concerned with what the girls could do as I was when I was going to get to throw. Finally they all left and I made one girl stay behind so I could pitch. Ya, a stupid 27 year old who had a baby 9 months ago (still needing to lose 9 months of pregnancy) and I was out there pitching like I played the next day.
Oh, it felt so good! Even though after the first pitch the pain in my arm was incredible; even though ever time I picked up Addi yesterday I let out a little wimper, it still was amazing!
Does it never leave? This feeling that I just want to strike out one more girl?
So here is my solution: I am forming a league! I want to start a league that has no age limit. Thats right, anyone can play! Just think of it, all us old folks that still think they have something to prove can come to Roy, Ut once a week and play. Come on, it will be cool! We can play and then sit around for the next hour talking about how many muscles we pulled. And I am NOT talking about slowpitch. I cant play that damn game. I was a pitcher for crying out loud, what is there for me in slowpitch! This will be the real thing! So fun! Do I have your support? If not, just remind me that I am 27, have an adorable baby and need to clean my house more than I need to 'clean house' with my quickly diminshing rise ball. Either way, thanks for listening to my lament about the game of the past. sigh.

Christmas...sigh.