wipe out

Aaaand this is why we always wear a helmet, even if we are just taking our friend's motorcycle out for a spin in the Bellagio parking garage. Right Klayton?

pam short's broken both her legs, and i wanna dance with you

Saw Avatar last night and am compelled to publicly admit/apologize for my wrongness. It was super awesome. Am I reluctant to be so thoroughly won-over by such a silly idea (an entire movie of CGI? If I wanted to pay $9.50 for animation I'd see a Pixar movie, James Cameron) but it was truly incredible. I was also relieved to find that the green agenda that tons of people and media have applied to the plot of this movie was complete BS. I guess people just see/hear what they want to, but I enjoyed this fun and visually stunning movie, and was glad to be able to do so without worshipping "Mother Earth". Not that I'm not grateful for our beautiful planet, I just choose to worship the God who created it instead of the earth that I believe he intended for our use. Wow, sorry. Now I'm on my soap-box. Hopping off. Anyway, if you are a fan of a good story and a great film, check it out.

gorgeous

This is what a couple of uninterrupted (more like unsupervised) hours of Avery-Daddy time on Saturday morning gets me:

This morning. Me: "Avery, you're so cute!"
Avery: "NO! I NOT CUTE! I GORGEOUS."
Klayton: Laughing so hard he's about to pee his pants.

So clever. Too bad he's not going to be there when some old lady in the supermarket makes the mistake of calling Avery cute. I am. haha. Love this kid. And her funny dad.

dilligent and concerned

Today in Relief Society we had a lesson on Elder Bednar's talk from this last General Conference, More Dilligent and Concerned at Home, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about the ways Elder Bednar suggested we improve our relationships at home and all of the ways that I need to improve since. As Klayton and I raise Avery, we often muse to ourselves about Nature vs. Nurture- or whether what we are is inherent in us our a series of learned behaviors or way of thinking from our upbringing. I think that you cannot completely argue against the fact that so much of who we are comes from our families, even as we must acknowledge that we each were born with certain traits and personalities that are unique to us and unchanged by familial or social influences. It's a pretty circular argument.

Even so, I am constantly surprised at how hard I struggle against certain traits of mine, both learned and inherent, that get in the way of what I want to teach Avery. And as I try to prepare (with as few sleepless nights as possible [not working out too well for me so far]) to bring another child into our family and think about how that will effect all of us, I was so glad to review Elder Bednar's talk today. He gives three suggestions to strengthen our families, and they are well-worth reading and evaluating. Sister Hinckley once said, "Home is where you are loved the most and where you act the worst." I find that too true in my life often times- it is very easy to take advantage of the ones you love the most. But I am determined to do better, to do more to bring the Spirit into my home and show my family how very very very much I love them.

Following this train of thought, I have found it impossible today to not be so grateful for a few (of the many) good things in my life. First of all, the Gospel. Through the teachings of the Gospel I am able to find answers and peace when solutions evade me. I am so grateful to have such wonderful truth in my life that manifests itself every time I bother to fight my lazy impulses and knock at the door of the scriptures, prayer, modern revelation from Prophets, even my hymn book. It's incredible. And, along those same lines, I am so grateful (and extremely lucky) to live in a ward where our bishop and other leaders are such knowledgeable parents and teachers. I learn so much from them every week, and it's not only how many cubits-long Noah's Arc was. I swear every time someone in our bishopric is at the pulpit teaching, it seems like they are doing so just for my benefit. It's a wonderful(ly intimidating) feeling.

I am also grateful for the example of my parents, especially as far as Elder Bednar's first suggestion of expressing love. I couldn't help thinking of all of the ways my parents told my and showed me that they loved me, and continue to do so. Now, at times my family are the poster-children for Sister Hinckley's thing about treating the people that you love the worst. Like I said, it's easy to do. But after hearing so many women raise their hands in RS today and talk about how their dad never told them that he loved them, they just knew he did, I was blown away. My dad not only told me and showed me that he loved me, he showed me how to love and take care of others, especially by fulfilling Church callings. And I'll never forget our Daddy-Daughter dates. Dad took me to tons of concerts (he is the music-loving king of the universe), including a surprise visit to see Sir Paul McCartney (I cried a lot that night. Tears of joy.), which, obviously, was one of the highlights of my life. But the date I remember most was the time when I was 16 or 17 and he took my across town on another mystery date. Now, after seeing a Beatle, I had pretty high hopes. But when we pulled up in front of a well-kept building in a pretty gross part of town, I was not excited. I was actually (I tried to hide it but I'm sure I failed) super annoyed. Why on earth would he think that I would enjoy working at the Bishop's Storehouse (a place where down and out people can come [with a note from their bishop] and get food and supplies for their families)??? What a jerk my dad was. I had never even heard of this place, and now I was restocking shelves like some slave (oh yes, I was/am that spoiled). How embarrassing. Except that by the end of our shift, I was so humbled and glad for that experience. I think that I have always gotten the most joy in my life out of serving others. My dad knew this about me, and that experience is one that I can't wait to repeat with my own kids, along with countless other things my parents taught me. I'm so lucky to have them as my family.

Wow. This post got really long. I doubt anyone is still reading at this point, but I'm just going to chalk this one up to a personal journal entry. A... umm... public personal journal entry. Anyway, this entire experience of mortality is all about families and choices and challenges. I'm so glad to know where I come from and where I want to go and how I can get there. And when I make mistakes (and I make a lot. Seriously. Way more than average. Yes, even more than you.) I know that there is a way back. I'm just trying to figure out how to make knowing all of this and living it the same thing. It's going to be a long road. But, really, who could ask for anything more?

common sense

Okay, I NEVER watch daytime TV. So why (Oh, Why??) did I catch the follow up on Oprah today about a show she did Monday on cell phones and car accidents. It was horrible. I am never texting in the car again. I know that sounds like common sense, but you know you've done it, too. Check out a 15 minute recap of the episode that will now be starring in my nightmares and put your phone away when you get in the car.

pink

The poll was close, but it's official. It's a girl!!

you're welcome, posterity

Must. Record. This. Adorableness.

The other day Avery put on some of her new princess dress up clothes, turned to me, and said "Mommy! I getting married!!" I laughed (and died a little inside, too. Dear Avery, please never grow up. Love, Mommy) and when I asked her who she was marrying, she thought about it for a minute and then said, "I marrying the merry-go-round!"

Last night Avery awoke crying in the middle of the night (I slept through it, but apparently it was the screaming-at-the-top-of-your-lungs-because-there-is-an-axe-murderer-in-your-room kind of crying), so K ran in there and gave her hugs and asked her what was wrong. When she caught her breath she said, "I see scary tiger." He got her calmed down and put back to sleep. This morning, oblivious to the hysterics last night, I went to get her out of bed, the first thing she did was to look up at the ceiling in her room and say, "Oh, there's no more scary tiger balloon!!" rather joyously. Must have been some nightmare!

I. Love. This. Kid.

dj lance rock

ahh Yo Gabba Gabba has taught us many a wonderful thing. My favorite? How to make a funny face, which Avery demands I watch her do about 8 times a day. Not that I mind watching it. Even that crazy face is cute on her. Thanks DJ Lance!

fiasco

Really, NBC, really? You are dumping Conan O'Brien to try to salvage your crap ratings and please Leno fans, whoever they are? What are you going to do next, try to bring back ER by doing a pathetic spin-off, ER: Med School like ABC has with Scrubs? Are you going to try to get Tina Fey to produce a musical series a la Glee about Lorne Michael's home life? This is absoultely pathetic and going to back fire. You made the decision six years ago to replace Jay with Conan. Why don't you grow a pair and give Conan a chance?

hit the polls

Check out the poll on the left side of our blog. We are finding out the sex of the soon-to-be newest member of our family on January 20th and we want to know what you think we're having!! Klayton is convinced it's a boy. Me? Not so much. You never know!

I can't help but compare this pregnancy to my first and wonder how this one will turn out. With Avery at this point I had no idea that I was going to skip my entire third trimester, spending almost all of that time living in the Ronald McDonald house in SLC while my baby was in the NICU. *Pic of Avery's first day home. She was about 4 pounds (a huge improvement from 2 pounds at birth), on oxygen and an oximeter, and she was (and is) absolutely perfect.*Although I am really intimidated by the idea of a super uncomfortable third tri and going into labor and all of that stuff (Hey, you would be too! I'm already a mom and everyone expects you to be a pro by kid #2- I have no idea what any of that stuff is like and it's scary!), I really really really really really hope I get the chance to experience it all. The doc has given me about a 30% chance of repeating the whole preeclampsia, early delivery mess, so we'll see, but I'm taking really good care of myself and trying to get lots of extra rest and pretty much just be a big baby about this pregnancy to give this baby the best chance of going to term. After all, Avery is the biggest miracle I have ever witnessed, and how many of those can a girl expect to experience in one lifetime!? Thanks for your well-wishes and prayers and let the voting begin!

christmas eve/morning

I didn't take a lot of pictures of our little family Christmas, but here's the best of what I got. We opened Christmas PJs and decorated cookies for Santa on Christmas Eve, and on Christmas morning we opened presents and had German pancakes and just enjoyed our time together. It was quiet and lovely. I couldn't be more blessed. I love these two so much.
On Christmas afternoon (after K went to work) Av and I went to Rexburg and had dinner with K's family (love them too) and that evening we were visited by Nathan and Ashley (love them as well). Hope everyone had a nice Christmas filled with loved-ones and happiness as well. xo

holiday. celebrate.

Avery, Rocky and I drove down to Las Vegas the day after Christmas to spend some time with my family there. K had to work ridiculous hours all through Christmas and New Years, so we decided to ditch him. Sorry again, love!

Mallory and Josh were in town from England and my two younger brothers were home, and Adam and K came just after New Years for more fun. It was awesome to have the whole family together in one place!! Who knows when it will happen again. We took advantage and Mallory (the photographer extraordinaire) took a family picture. I can't wait to see it!

We had an amazing time. Before K came we went to Disneyland and saw a bunch of family and saw friends and relaxed and went to the park with the dogs (Avery took lots of advantage of the 65 degree weather. Why do we live in this snow-covered, below-freezing mess???) When Adam and K arrived, we had Christmas morning at 11pm on the Sunday after New Years (so crazy and fun) and we saw more friends, went to The Tournament of Kings with Mallory and Josh, K got in a motorcycle accident, our car broke down, we got stranded, and Mallory and Josh had to drive the 10 hour drive home with us and then take my mom's car back to Vegas the next day (they are my heroes!!) haha. Okay, that last stuff wasn't fun at all, but it was still a great trip.

We are really glad to be home, but I miss my family already!