We Moved

So, we moved.
Cherry Hill Luxury Apartments was a little too luxurious for us, so we decided to downsize a little. We moved to Provo and are living with my brothers in the house my parents own. I won't tell you much much downsizing went on, but if you've ever been to the 324 house, you already know.
Regardless, we are all much happier and healthier here and it's a blast to live with two fun uncles.
Also, we don't have internet yet, so my posts will be pretty sporatic...what a surprise, right?
I do have a couple funny stories to share about the joys of living with men who don't have kids:
- They like to babysit...isn't that awesome? Well, I don't know how much they like it, but they are happy to do it. When I got back from a run the other day, Talmage had learned all about worms. They also like to teach him about spaceships, P90X, and weightlifting.
-Changing a diaper is tantamount to an atomic bomb explosion. We came home last night from checking our email and Tanner explained in very graphic terms how Logan had filled his pants. He included a lot noises and hand gestures. I was surprised they didn't get out the gas masks.
They are awesome and we are grateful to them.
P.S. We still have the same phone numbers.

What to do...

Truston and I are flying down to Houston tomorrow on a little house-hunting trip.
I know, I know, we are super excited.
The thought of: moving, a house, warm weather, a house, pools, swimming, shorts, and a house are just so exciting, I really can't articulate.
I'm mostly excited about moving into a house, but I'm also excited to be going on our little get-away. I like to think of it as an all-expense-paid-vacation-by-us-for-us. I know, it's so exciting.
However, I'm just so perplexed. What will I do on flight to H-town all by myself? Do I read? What should I read? Sleep? Watch a movie? I just don't know what to do. Or I could just sit and day-dream. It all sounds good.

In the car

I like driving around town: it's quiet, I can see the sun and sky, my boys like being in the car, and it gives us an excellent chance to increase our vehicular vocabulary.
As we drive around, Talmage is on full alert in his car seat, peering out the window for the next truck/car/bus/etc.
I take back the being 'quiet'. There is a nonstop stream of commentary coming from the back seat, "Mom, mom, mom, a truck, a truck, a truck. Oh noooooo, a weo-weo (What he calls fire trucks). Mom, a men truck (cement truck)....oh, biiiiig men truck, bye bye men truck. Mom, mom, mom, a dump truck, a dump truck, a dump truck, MOMMM, A DUMP TRUCK" If anything drives past us with any sort of muffler sound he whips he head around and whispers, "Oh, a reece car."
Talmage narrates our trips: "Mom, there the weo-weo haus. Thas where the weo-weos are" "Going to libray? okay, go to libray. More books? Mom, want a dump truck book. Dump truck book, mom? Mom, dump truck book?" or "Ohhh, mal-mart. Mom, I luv mal-mart."
He notices bicycles, motorcycles, school buses and UTA buses. A small white truck evokes, "Mom, Andjuw truck." A big white truck is especially exciting, "Mom, granpa truck. go granpa haus?"Anything with big wheels is a "Monster truck" and anything with a spoiler is "the king" (Have you seen 'Cars'?)
Driving past a construction site or truck rental lot deserves a sssslllllllllllooooooooowwwwww pass until we're admired the diggers, bulldozers and backhoes in all their glory.
You never knew driving around town could be so exciting.

For Grace

My sister, Grace, is awesome. And because I like her so much I will honor her request to post every day (We'll see how long this lasts). I did just post something, but it was pretty cranky, so I'll post something better.

The Hazards of Feeding Children
Any mother could tell you what hazards are involved when feeding children

• Spit up
• Barf
• Drool
• Mucous
• Food in hair
• Food in eyes
• You will never leave the table without food all over your clothes, and then when you're husband comes home, he is always surprised that you have food on your clothes. To me, this says; you need to feed children more often
  
• Seriously, the list is endless

Today, while feeding Logan he cough/choked on some peaches and this is what happened:



It looks way more gross in this picture then it was in real life. I couldn't stop laughing, it was so funny. Thank you, Logan, for a little peach exfoliant.

WIC

Just reading those three letters should give you shivers. SHIVERS. (Haley, are you shaking in your boots?)

This morning I got up early, ready to take care of my two boys who are sick again. Yesterday was kind of rough and our dr's appointment wasn't exactly a tea party so I bought myself some cookies at the grocery store later. You know, I was feeling sorry for myself and needed a pick up. So today I got up early with one sick boy, put him to sleep and then my other sick boy got up. In the rush to get ready, provide nursing care, etc. I ate three cookies for breakfast and packed a peanut butter and honey sandwich and banana for Talmage. The picture perfect balanced meal. We got to WIC on time (that's right, I brought my sick boys out to cough on your kids), waited for 35 minutes, got into a room, waited another 35 minutes before we saw anybody. When the 'nutritionist' finally came in, she said, "I hope you haven't been waiting long, it's kind of dead this morning" !!!! We went through all our specs and then she suggested we make some health goals. "No, we are FINE." I gritted between my teeth, as I thought, I probably know more about nutrition and have more healthy habits then all of you ...... ...... ....... women who work here. (Those aren't bad words, just not nice words.) We finally got out of there, 2 hours after we arrived. Once again, feeling sorry for myself, we drove through McDonalds, shared a fry with Talmage and drank some diet coke. We got home, made some Macaroni and Cheese for lunch and then put the boys down for naps. It wasn't until I was laying down with Talmage that I reflected on my nutritionally 'superior' habits. Cookies, fries, coke, mac and cheese? YUCK! Of course, most days are good and we're on track: nutritionally, emotionally, spiritually, ecumenically, etc. J/K. Sick days throw me off.
So, to you crazy cranky ladies at WIC, I will make a health goal:
I will stop going to WIC, it is bad for my health.