Luke's Preschool Graduation

I don't know why preschool graduation always makes me so emotional. It's not like it's a college graduation, or like I'm never going to see this child again. It's just that, well, I'll never see this child graduate from preschool again. Until next year. And by then, things will be totally different. Luke had a great year at Little Learner's Preschool and I will miss picking him up at Mrs. Jensen's house and hearing about all his adventures. He did a great job remembering his lines for the big graduation program and had a shy little smile through the whole ceremony.
On the way to graduation, Luke said, "Mom, we have to sing a song that has a naughty word in it and I don't want to say it." I asked him what the word was. He whispered, "Bottom. We have to say 'Bottoms up'. And I don't want to say it." I told him that he could do the rest of the song, but just not say that part. Well, when it got to that part of the "Tooty-ta", he completely shut down.
The rest of the song was fine, but after that part he just stood there and looked embarrassed. He later told me that he likes to shake his bum, but not put it up in the air. Which is just fine, I told him.

Luke LOVED being in the same class with his cousin Halli. He is going to miss her next year when she goes to kindergarten. He still doesn't understand why it isn't okay to marry cousins. I guess I'll save that discussion for a later date because it always ends in tears at this point.

Jason's mom came to help celebrate the big day. Dallin was at school, so he had to miss out.

Luke and his teacher, Mrs. Jensen.

Oh, my little Luke, don't grow up so fast!!!

HB to me!

So last Friday, March 26, was my birthday! It was the best birthday ever. I had my 20 week ultrasound and everything looks great. And.... it's a BOY! A girl would have been great, too, but we like boys a lot around here. One more little hunter for Jason to train. I always love seeing the baby in the ultrasound and realizing that yes, there is a little creature in there, just waiting to make his appearance in the world! It's so hard to imagine what life will be like with one more child, but I couldn't imagine what life would be like with the other three, either, and now I can't imagine life without them.
I had a hard time getting decent pictures this year, as you will notice, but here I am with the three kiddos right before I opened my presents. Abby is blocking the beautiful flowers that my parents sent me. I love them. They are so gorgeous. Thanks, Mom and Dad!Jason spoiled me this year, like always. I got a new printer, a steam cleaner, some clothes from my favorite store, and a little getaway. I actually wanted all of us to go somewhere and have a fun time, but I didn't feel like going very far, so we went to the lovely Motel 6 in Lehi and spent the night. With the kids. It was so fun. We swam and got Chinese takeout and jumped on the beds... what could be better?
At about 9 pm Jason took the boys to get some treats and they came back with an ice cream cake, candles and a lighter, so we had a little makeshift birthday party for me.We had a great time and the kids were so excited to be at a motel. Hopefully they will always be this easy to please! We woke up in the morning and went swimming again, and then we went to the movie How to Train Your Dragon in 3D. We all loved the movie (really!). Then it was home for a small nap before heading down to my brother Ryan's house for HIS birthday party, since I was born the day before his first birthday. We are the same age for one day, so here we are, holding our signs like our parents have had us do since we were tiny little chilluns. Now we have a small batch of chilluns of our own! These are a few of them, and one extra. Thank you, Teresa for decorating our signs for us. The 3s are snakes, if you can't tell.
It was such a good birthday, and I appreciated all the calls and messages and treats. I feel so incredibly blessed and overwhelmed with how wonderful my life is. It is not perfect, but it is so good and I have so many great friends and a family that loves and supports me. What more could a girl ask for?

Dallin's Seventh Birthday

Well, it's official. Dallin is seven years old. His birthday was on Tuesday, February 2. Groundhog Day. My little baby groundhog. Of course he wanted a hunting birthday again. I am still amazed by how much he loves hunting. You know your kid is well on his way to being a redneck when you search at Toys-R-Us for an hour and can't find ANYTHING for him, then stop at Cal Ranch on the way home and have trouble stuffing it all in the cart. And he was thrilled with every last target and arrow and piece of camo... weird. But whatever makes him happy. Especially when it makes his Dad VERY happy to have a little clone. The best thing about Dallin loving hunting so much is that Jason will do the whole birthday party. All I have to do is make the cupcakes and buy the cake. He decorates them, plans the games, takes the afternoon off work to manage 12 over-sugared six and seven-year-olds... it's great. Dallin's birthday this year started on Sunday with a party at his Grandma and Grandpa Yates' house. Here he is blowing out the candle on the camo cupcakes that Jason decorated:

A close-up of the cupcakes:
It's good that he's turning seven because he only has about seven teeth in his mouth these days.

Seven! Don't mind the Tang mustache. Showing off all his loot with Abby.
Then it was on to his friend party on his birthday. Here he is blowing out the candles on the hunting cake Jason decorated. The theme he chose this year was turkey hunting, so there is Hunter Dan, shooting at a turkey through some trees, a few decoys and of course, the candles. I don't think the turkey stood a chance.

Dallin's little friend Issac, in the bottom right corner, told us he was also turning seven that day. I really didn't believe him, so I asked his mom when she came to pick him up and she said yes, he really was! They were born on the same day. He is our neighbor on one side, and our neighbor across the street, Hank, turned 5 that same day! When my sisters came over later, they said they didn't know which party to attend because there were so many cars parked in the street.Dallin wanted to teach his friends the finer points of shed horn hunting, so he had Jason give them a little lesson on finding sheds and then they went down to the basement to search. Dallin takes it very seriously.Yay, they all found some!Then there was a shooting competition.

Then they played Pin the Beard on the Turkey. Yeah, I didn't know turkeys had beards either. Until one day I found a disgusting, suspicious-looking tuft of black hair in my kitchen, and Jason, upon investigating my screams, told me it was a turkey beard. Lovely. Thanks for bringing it home to share, honey.

And here we are, the whole family on his birthday. Including the new life-size deer target. I'm not sure if he has a name yet. I'll keep you posted. It is unbelievable to me that I really have a seven year old. Dallin is such a good, sweet kid and I'm so proud of the person he is growing into. He is soooooo funny. His first grade class wrote him happy birthday letters and his teacher made them into a book. It was so much fun to read what the kids wrote. Dallin obviously has a lot of friends and is definitely the class clown. Almost every single kid told him they like him because he is funny. A few of the girls said cute things like, "I like your freckles." "I like your hair." "I like your shirt everyday." "Hi, my name is Audrey but I don't think you know what I am talking about." Ha ha. One boy said, "Dallin, will you please be my friend? Please! Please! Please! Please!" What? I never had kids begging to be my friend when I was in first grade! Dallin is also very bright and loves to read and learn. I can't believe how much he has grown and changed in the last year. I wish I could just freeze time. He is at such a perfect age. Old enough to be such an individual but still young enough to need his mama. The house just isn't the same all day while he is at school. I really miss him while he is gone and can't wait to hear him come in the door and tell me all about his day. He loves recess, P.E., computers, basketball, Hershey's chocoate bars, and falling asleep with his ten stuffed animals from Cabela's in his arms every night. Dallin, I love you so much!! I'm so proud to be a part of your life. Thanks for letting me be your mom and learn from you everyday.

The end of an era

It is so crazy to think that it has been two and a half years since I wrote this! Two and a half years changes a lot of things, but I never thought my time as Young Women's president would actually be over. We were released a week ago and I have to say, it has been a sad week. This calling was a huge challenge for me, but I really loved it and I love all the girls and leaders soooo much. I am going to miss the time I got to spend with them, which was usually at least twice a week. Sometimes more, if I was lucky. The good news is, I now have 25 babysitters at my fingertips. They are all such good girls. I can't even look at that picture without feeling a huge pang in my heart. Is pang a word? It just fits somehow. Anyway, I don't know why I'm so sad. It's not like I'm moving or dying or something and I'll never see these people again! Most of them live in my neighborhood. I'll still see them every week at church and whenever I decide to venture out of my cave during the week. But it's just that sometimes, change = bad. Sad. Mad. Well, not mad or bad but sad. Okay, I'll be honest, I've been sitting here for like an hour trying to upload some pictures of my time in young women's, highlights if you will, but blogger is not cooperating and I'm going a bit crazy. That is why I'm making no sense. So I'll just tell you a few of the highlights, and perhaps I will upload photos later. Yeah right, have you seen my blog lately? How many posts have I even done in the last year? Good luck getting any pictures from me. Moving on! Highlights: the funny thing is, the biggest highlights were the things I dreaded the most. Like, camp. Youth conference. Our Valentine's dinner dance. The big combined activities that I was in charge of, like the giant slip and slide, and feeding the homeless, and boating at Utah Lake. Oh man, those were some good times! I will miss attempting to play the piano for opening exercises on Sundays and listening to Alicia's outstanding lessons and eating the treats she was so famous for... I will miss hearing the girls talk about everything going on in their lives and all the things their parents would probably die if they knew they were telling everyone. Now Jason has been put in as first counselor in the Young Men's so I won't feel totally out of the loop. We just get to switch who leaves every Wednesday night at 7. Young women, I will miss you! Okay, now it's time for some closure, in the form of rolo cookies.

Denver Girls' Weekend

This past weekend I had the very rare and wonderful opportunity to take a girls' road trip with my mom and sisters (one of which is a sister-in-law, but really a sister, right Christa?). Two of my sisters were running a 10K in Denver, so the rest of us decided the best thing to do would be to drive out and support them, and we were right. Teresa flew from SL, and Kristen drove out from Wichy. (They did awesome in their race, by the way. I want to be them when I grow up.)We had SO MUCH FUN. No kids, no husbands, just US. We did everything we've always dreamed of, like going out to eat, and shopping. We're really not that hard to please. Just give us a little cash, a few days to blow it in, and we're happy.

The beautiful city of Denver.

In case you're wondering, yes, we are used to posing for a living. Have you met our dad and his camera? We figured out a long time ago the best thing to do when the camera is around is just smile and get it over with. Now we are grateful to our dad for all the pictures through the years, and of course all the training.

This is l-r: Teresa (daughter #4), Shayna (#5), Alison (#2), Me (#1), Kristen (#3), our lovely mamacita, and Christa (married to son #1).

Love you guys!!! Till next year....

Bear Lake '09

This past weekend we attended the Price Family Reunion at Bear Lake. It was so fun! I'm depressed that it's over. The entire Dan and Norene Price Family was there! Kristen and Steve came from Kansas, and everyone else was able to be there, too. It was so fun to have my parents, all eight siblings, five spouses and eight grand kids there. We rented a condo and spent Friday at the lake while the weather cooperated. It was supposed to rain all day, but the clouds just kept going around us, so we were able to play on the beach all afternoon. The kids LOVED it! Luke has been begging to go to the beach (or the "be-otch", as my sister Teresa has officially named it. and my dad laughed. what is this world coming to?) and the kids were so thrilled to play in the sand and waves. Bear Lake is truly one of my favorite places in the world. Probably because I was born there, in the beautiful town of Montpelier. I still love it. I'm still a little mad at my parents for moving when I was one.

The guys played a vicious game of Ultimate Frisbee, which Jason is still paying for.

Unfortunately, we weren't the coolest ones at the beach. Close, but not quite. I considered running after these people and joining them, but I didn't bring any twine to tie my stuff to the back. I do have some horns I could donate to them, though.

Saturday was cold, but Jason wanted to take the kids to the beach anyway. It was way too cold to get in the water, so Luke entertained himself by throwing goldfish crackers to the sea gulls and then trying to kill them with a shovel. I don't know where he gets it. Good thing his shovel was made of plastic and the birds were faster than he was. I do not want a stuffed sea gull on my wall.

Jason made a sandcastle in the form of a trout. He is quite the artist.

Abby was a good little girl the whole time, as usual. Our room in the condo had a closet big enough for her pack-n-play crib, so she slept in there just as well as she would at home. Every morning someone would ask if she had come out of the closet yet. Oh, my family.

On Sunday we went to Minnetonka Cave. It was my first time going there and it was amazing! I thought it would be a single cave room you walk into, look around, and then leave. Not quite! There is a sign outside the cave that says, "Warning! Can you handle 72 steep stairs?" More like 72 flights of 72 stairs each. It was quite the journey, especially carrying Abby the whole way! But it was fun. I love caves. My only regret is that we didn't see any bats. Next time, my furry little friends!

I am wearing Jason's shoes in this picture because all I brought were flip flops, in case you are wondering about my freakishly large feet. My feet are freakishly large, just not THAT freakishly large.

And here we are, every one of us! I love my family. Thanks for the fun weekend, Mom and Dad!