Dixon Details

2012-01-30T15:12:00.000-07:00

I am aware that I haven't been around much lately.

And.

I am aware that updated pictures of my family are needed.

And.

I am aware that this blog isn't much fun anymore.

But.

That's all about to change.

Because.

I just found the best new commercial out.

And I promise you.

I'm going to go dig out my old VHS and watch it.

2012-01-14T23:18:00.000-07:00

Hey yooooooou guuuuuuuys!

Guess what happened this weekend???

Yep.

He's married.

Sigh.

And she's awesome.

2012-01-09T15:34:00.002-07:00

As I was watching Lion King with Reese today.

I had an epiphany.

Remember that part at the very beginning when Rafiki holds up Simba to present him to the people?

You know how Mufasa is KING of the land?

Remember how Michael Jackson was the KING of pop?

Makes sooooooo much more sense now.

*See what happens when I don't have more pressing things to think about?

2012-01-06T13:22:00.000-07:00

My Spencer.

He's a smartie.

A few years ago we jumped on the bandwagon and bought smart phones.

I'm pretty content with having the Internet at my fingertips.

But not my Spencer.

He doesn't just use the apps.

He has to build the apps.

And this time he's come up with a genius idea.

In our church, we are assigned families to visit once a month.

Just to check in.

You know.

To make sure everyone is healthy and happy.

Just another way for us to watch out for each other.

It's called Visiting Teaching for the women.

Home Teaching for the men.

Anyway.

After you've completed your visit, you report back to the respective leaders about the well being of your families.

It really is a great system.

Except when you forget to call.

So guess what?

Spence has made that step a little bit easier.

He has this application for sale on all Android phones.

You input all the information.

(Just one time--it saves the info on your phone)

And then every month you "report" about your families.

Genius, right?

So.

Have an Android phone?

Go to the sidebar ---------------------------------------------------------------------------->

Download the app.

Set a goal this year to never miss a month.

And BAM!

You.are.amazing.

**I-phone application still being perfected. Hold your horses!**

2012-01-05T15:48:00.002-07:00

Here's the thing.

I love Christmas.

Love it.

Here's my problem.

Life is too busy in December for my liking.

This year we went to New Mexico.

Which I love.

However.

We were busy the whole week.

Which means that a week feels more like a day and a half.

Boo.

Seriously, people.

Presents, parties and past friends.

We hardly had time to sit.

And trust me.

I'm a party girl.

Love to be busy, busy.

This holiday just seemed to go quicker than ever before.

And now we're back in the routine.

I'm missing all those people that I only spent a few days with.

Sigh.

And now.

January.

Which I LOVE.

My tree is away.

My resolutions are up.

And my kid brother, Gage, is getting married in one week and two days.

So wait.

Hold the phone.

One week and two days????

Hot dog!

Remember all those people I'm missing?

Yessssssss!

2011-12-19T12:25:00.001-07:00

Guess what happened at our house today?

But don't worry.

We had happy things happen too.

2011-12-18T15:18:00.001-07:00

So here's the thing.

We take our kids skiing once a year.

That's it.

One time.

It's quite expensive, you know.

I'm starting to think, though.

We need to go more.

Reason #1.

My kids love it.

Although I was a tiny bit worried when Reese couldn't stand having his boots on.

Who knew the problem was a simple wardrobe malfunction . . .

Our friend (and expert skier) was up there as well.

I talked him into giving my boys some lessons.

Enter a fun loving Reese and a super competitive Gavin:

Reason #2:

We get to stay in a hotel.

And, really.

What's more fun than staying in a hotel that has a chocolate display at the door?

(Yes, friends. ALL chocolate. I'm pretty sure this is what Heaven is like.)

And letters for Santa?

And cookies upon check-in?

And with a staircase in the room?

I'll tell you.

N.O.T.H.I.N.G.

Reason #3.

I mean.

Really.

Kids in all their snow gear?

What's more cute?

Again.

N.O.T.H.I.N.G.

I really wish I had more videos of Gavin.

Truth is.

He was much too busy going down the bunny hill by himself

over and over and over and over.

And when he got bored.

He tried a blue run.

Yeah.

He's crazy like his mama.

2011-12-15T15:51:00.003-07:00

Wanna know what's making me totally happy at my house right now?

Oh you know.

Things like my Christmas card tree filling up.

Seriously.

I think I like getting cards in the mail more than ~~opening~~ giving presents.

This kid.

And his stinking cute performance today.

He's Joseph, by the way.

Little puckered lips, are you kidding me?

And another thing.

We're going snowboarding this weekend.

Or skiing, ahem.

You know.

We're half and half in our family.

Anyway.

I'm so happy to be spending the weekend with them.

Even though they are totally shouting at each other right now.

Aaaaaaaand.

I'm conducting the music this weekend.

For.the.first.time.ever.

And I've got a few tricks up my sleeve.

Get ready.

2011-12-14T22:01:00.004-07:00

Hey ya'll.

The featured donut at Krispy Kreme is red velvet.

Run.

Don't walk.

2011-12-12T17:28:00.005-07:00

Ahh.

I'm feeling pretty refreshed today.

I slept really well last night.

In fact.

It's probably the first time in 2.7 years that I've not had something/someone on my mind.

(Girls Camp 2010)

Maybe you're wondering why.

I got released from my calling.

What a weird feeling.

I mean.

I'm so happy that I had the opportunity to get to know these girls.

And I mean really know them.

Know their

thoughts

feelings

crushes

habits (good and bad)

talents

weaknesses.

Seriously.

They were like my own children.

In fact.

Sometimes I felt like I knew them better than my own children.

I'm so sad that I won't be spending my time with them anymore.

Sundays.

Girls camp.

Thursdays.

Temple trips.

Ski days.

I'm really going to miss them.

I mean.

I'll still see them.

I just won't be one of them.

I'm so excited for my new adventures.

I'm the new Primary Chorister.

Which is ironic and funny really.

I have about 0.00 musical talent.

But I am goofy.

And not afraid to make a fool of myself.

So I guess we're golden.

It sure will be fun to spend time with my boys every Sunday.

And Thursdays.

And random week days.

Let's be honest.

I'll have lots more free time.

But oh, how I'll miss those girls.

They're super at making you feel like a million bucks.

Really.

After saying goodbye on Sunday.

My cup is full.

One more thing.

See this picture?

That's me.

And Sister Mott.

On my wedding day.

She was one of the best Young Women leaders I ever had.

So with all this releasing stuff . . .

I have a feeling it's not really over.

2011-12-04T14:03:00.001-07:00

So here's the thing.

Spencer's work party was this weekend.

And truly, IT.IS.A.BLAST.

I mean.

We get to dress up.

We get to go downtown.

We get a yummy dinner.

And we get to giggle at all the schnockered up people.

And let me tell you.

This year did not disappoint.

Lots of booze

beef

and b-o-o-b-s.

No kidding.

I thought short, tight and cleavage-only dresses were left in high school.

Ahem, with our tight little bodies, ahem.

I was wrong.

Look!

A sequin skirt.

Am I 80?

Or 20?

I can't decide.

The night was fun.

And I purchased my first tube of red lipstick.

Yeah.

I'm crazy like that.

2011-11-28T09:44:00.001-07:00

Hello.

How was your Thanksgiving?

Good?

That's nice.

Ours?

Oh you know, super.

Quiet and perfect.

Got some Black Friday deals.

Discovered that Spencer and I were shopping for the same things for each other!

Is that love, or what?

So anyway.

Remember how I just have boys in my house?

Well.

Sometimes I get sad because there's no one to paint nails with

no one to put in frilly dresses

and

no one to play "hair" with.

Oh wait.

I've got Reese.

Nevermind.

And seriously, folks.

He talks my friggen ear off the whole time.

He says things like,

"Have you ever gotten your hair cut beeeeeeefore?"

"You have to wear these things in your hair for like a weeeeeeeek."

and (my favorite)

"These shots are going to hurt your hair just a little biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit."

**See those gnarly scratches on Reese's belly? Turns out Jet's only claws are just about belly height when Reese is carrying him . . .

2011-11-19T20:34:00.001-07:00

Last night before falling into bed

I muttered these words to Spencer:

(not verbatim)

"Oh darling. I will kiss you ten times on the mouth if you clean this blasted room."

It was then my thoughts drifted into Dreamland.

Well guess what.

Spencer laid awake and conducted a plan.

Oh, he knew I'd be at work the next morning.

Remember this job?

Yep, just celebrated three years.

Holla.

And yes, he knew he'd have a few hours alone.

And what did he do?

Well.

I think you know.

And since I didn't take "before" pictures

Trust me, you didn't want to get all up in that business.

No, really.

Once one of Gavin's friends asked me if I ever "tidy up" in there.

Seriously.

I took the liberty of editing the "after" pictures.

Now if you'll excuse me.

Ahem.

I have a debt to pay.

2011-11-18T14:07:00.001-07:00

I don't know if anyone has noticed lately.

But I've been in a really great mood.

I mean.

Really great.

Like, super happy.

Which, quite honestly, isn't really like me this time of year.

Let's be real.

Is anyone super happy when the hot summer days turn into cold windy days?

Yeah, probably not.

Well.

I think I've figured it out.

I'm totally happy that this boy has a best friend to be twins with on "Twin Day".

Yep, we sure do love Sam.

I'm totally happy that my older brother sent me this wicked awesome manuscript (IN FULL).

Not that I need it.

Let's be honest.

I have all the lines memorized.

Now, let me say something here.

This isn't the first time my brother has done this.

Really.

He's like a super genius when it comes to finding stuff from our childhood.

See that All About Me book?

He and I both had one and I treated mine like it was gold.

It was the best journal I've ever had.

I mean.

It asked me to check the boxes of the things I know by heart.

I'm pretty sure I checked

**the Pledge of Allegiance

**the Ten Commandments

**the Thriteen Articles of Faith

and

**a television commercial.

And really.

What kid memorized the Gettysburg Adress?

Yep, that's in there too.

**Inside the front cover of that Make and Do it says:

To: Gavin and Reese

Your mom and I had hours of fun with this book. It's a good one to whip out when your parents are taking a Sunday afternoon nap.

--Uncle Judson

Awesome.

I'm totally happy that this cat loves us enough to come back to us on Wednesday night when I accidently let him out.

My kids were ~~kind of upset~~ FREAKING out.

I promised he would come home.

And with a little luck

and a great lesson on prayer

he did.

I'm totally happy becuase I get to spend WEDNESDAY, THURSDAY and FRIDAY

with these three guys.

They're my favorite, you know.

I'm while I'm being completely honest.

I'm totally happy that H&M has opened in Denver.

Like, TOTALLY HAPPY.

2011-11-06T18:39:00.002-07:00

So here's the thing.

Jet had a birthday (we think) back in September.

It's hard to tell, really.

You know.

The shelter told us it was probably September.

However.

My kids finally realized tonight that we never threw him a birthday party.

You can imagine how thrilled he was.

Because, well.

He's a cat.

Not many things really excite him.

Except Reese.

He attacks that poor kid daily.

Anywho.

Today we celebrated.

I love this picture for so many reasons.

1. Jet looking like, "Okay people, seriously?"

2. Gavin's face.

3. The fact that ~~I made~~ everyone (and I mean EVERYONE) wear those stupid hats.

I knew they'd come in handy someday.

So there you go Jet.

Happy Birthday.

Enjoy your homemade turkey cake and the new bed that Gav made you out of a cardboard box and an old sheet.

PS. Speaking of presents . . . I got THE BEST present from my older brother, Judson, in the mail this weekend. I squealed when I opened it. Pictures are forthcoming. Trust me. It's amazing.

2011-11-01T19:32:00.002-07:00

Hey Unca Gage:

Thanks for sending the Halloween Mustaches.

We ~~kinda like~~ love 'em.

And thanks Gramma for sending them.

And for the treats.

We love you.

G & R

2011-10-31T08:46:00.001-07:00

Happy Halloween!

Love,

Candace, Phineas, and Ferb Flynn

and

Dr. Doofenshmirtz

2011-10-24T13:54:00.001-07:00

Hey Hon,

We may want to pick up a few more sleds before the big storm hits this week.

I mean.

Once the boys realized that the bowling pins wouldn't really work for wheels.

The took matters into their own hands.

Yep.

They even tried to pull each other.

But seriously.

Waaaaay too much work.

And don't worry.

Connor didn't feel left out.

In fact.

He came up with his own ride.

I'm thinking we should stick to boxes and rope for Christmas.

What do you say?

Hurry home,

2011-10-21T19:48:00.002-07:00

Okay so here's the thing.

This is what I actually looked like in the 80's.

I'll have you notice:

The big hair.

The big bow.

The awesome attire.

And this is what I came up with for our Young Women Halloween Party.

The leaders were 80's themed.

Notice:

The big hair.

The big bow.

The awesome attire.

Now my question is.

All the essentials were there.

But, goodness me.

How did it turn out so bad?

Of course, I'll post one of all of us.

Thanks for asking.

And we found the down side of dressing 80's at a Young Women function.

They had no idea who/what we were.

Sigh.

When did I get so old?

2011-10-18T15:18:00.003-07:00

Guess what?!?!

Our family totally joined an elite club today.

So elite, I feel ashamed to even talk about it.

We joined the "I-was-playing-with-a-knife-and-got-cut-so-bad-I-had-to-get-stitches" club.

It's pretty fun.

Just ask Gavin.

And let me tell you.

here in the Dixon home

Well.

We like to go big.

So when we use a knife.

We use a KNIFE.

Yes, friends.

That's blood.

But guess what?

When we joined that club, we automatically got free membership in another elite club!

The "I-have-a-video-of-my-kid-acting-crazy-on-hospital-meds" club.

I'm telling you.

Uh-mazing.

I'm not sure how we ever lived (or laughed) before today.

It's great to be in the company of those like

David after dentist.

2011-10-05T19:29:00.002-07:00

Do you ever have those days where you just need some time together?

Those days where you throw the rules to the curb and do what you want to do?

Days where you make memories?

Enter today.

And maybe it was just me.

But.

I really felt like they were extra pose-ish today.

Even my own kids.

I highly suggest bending the rules every now and then.

Attention any teenage girls that I associate on a regular basis that may read this:
Certain (modesty/moral/vulgar/word of wisdom/laws) rules are not to be broken.
You know what I'm talking about.

2011-10-04T14:05:00.002-07:00

What do you get when you take this:

Add this:

And a little bit of this:

You get a 7 year old that's learning how to do his own hair:

Don't worry.

He didn't leave the house like this.

But I'm betting he would've had I said yes . . .

2011-09-29T12:55:00.002-07:00

Guess what Gavin found while we were walking home from school today.

The perfect bow-and-arrow stick.

He promptly came home

cleaned the leaves off

broke off the branches

and found two shoe laces that would work for the string.

All before washing his hands.

(Which is huge, people. That's always the FIRST thing he does when he gets home)

We called him Nephi for the rest of the afternoon.

2011-09-28T11:59:00.000-07:00

Okay seriously.

Why is this so funny to me????

2011-09-26T20:35:00.001-07:00

Hey Spence:

What do you say?

Sounds fabulous.

Let's do it.

Loves,
J

2011-09-24T11:36:00.004-07:00

Guess what we did today.

Oh, you know.

Ran a race.

(This was #3 for me, and #2 for the boys, in case you didn't catch that.)

Gavin ran a 5K.

That's 3.1 miles, folks.

You may ask,

"What are you laughing at?"

The answer?

I have no idea.

I think I'm just really happy when I run.

(That was a joke right there.)

Anywho.

Gavin ran it in 37:31.

That's 12 minute miles, people.

I'm as proud as a mother can be.

Reese ran a race too.

But I don't have any pictures of him because

you know

I was running my race.

And Spencer was tracking Gavin.

But thankfully, Grandpa and Grandma were there.

And took some pictures.

Whew.

And do you know who else ran it?

These girls.

(Minus two, I think.)

Most of them have never ran a race like this before.

Guess what?

They all ran and finished.

Proud moment #2.

Seriously, people.

SUCH.A.GREAT.DAY.

2011-09-23T12:39:00.005-07:00

I was working in Gavin's classroom this week when I saw the new "cub" drawings that the cute little kindy's had made.

I strolled down and saw Bryanna's.

Look how well she stayed in the lines!

And there was Milar's.
So cute and creative!

Then I saw Reagan.
Such a realist--a cub should be brown!

And Mercedes!

I love your interpretive use of color!

So smart!

And then.

Well.

JORDAN.

Er, um.

I prefer the term "Free Spirit".

2011-09-19T10:49:00.002-07:00

Here's what's going on at the Dixon house today.

Gavin:

The tooth is out.

Here's the thing.

Spence hates pulling teeth.

I mean, I do too.

But really.

When it's hanging and all dangly--

I'll do just about anything to get it out.

Spencer, on the other hand.

He's a bit more creative.

This is how the conversation went last night.

In runs Gav, sans tooth.

G:"Look mom! It came out!"

M: "How???"

G: "Dad gave me a tickle torture and accidently bonked my mouth and it fell right out!"

So clever, that man of mine.

Also going on today:

Reese found some caps for his gun.

And loves the smell.

He's so my kid.

2011-09-18T15:53:00.002-07:00

Recipe for a sweet mini vacay:

1 place to go

(for best results, include amazing scenery.)

1 hotel stay, pool optional.

1 mountain with lots of fun things to do.

2 competitive parents.
(for best results: ride with mom)

1 wicked sweet hiking spot.

3 walking sticks.

Yields: One awesome family weekend.

Individual results may vary.

2011-09-17T09:35:00.002-07:00

Proud Mommy Moment

#893

Reese.

Riding his bike.

With no help.

Really, folks.

This is a big deal.

We've been working on it.

All summer.

And he's got it.

This, however.

Is driving me nuts.

That's right, friends.

The tooth lives on.

2011-09-15T10:04:00.003-07:00

Okay so.

Really.

Some totally creepy things have been happening at our house lately.

Things like scary decorations.

This is the first year we've done scary.

My poor children are nervous little children.

And scary things aren't fun to them.

They're S.C.A.R.Y.

And how about this creepy tooth that is hanging on for dear life.

Here's a better picture.

Seriously, people.

Hanging by a tiny thread.

He's really good about pulling them himself.

(Thank goodness.)

But I will say.

I threatened to pull it out if it's still there after school.

Muh ha ha ha ha ha!

And here's the creepiest thing of all at our house right now.

Back patio door.

Shattered.

In the middle of the night.

No sign of foul play.
No evidence.
No idea what happened.

It did, however, make the loudest shattering glass sound.

That was fun at 5 in the morning.

If I were you, I'd stay away from our house.

It's pretty freaky.

2011-08-29T19:45:00.002-07:00

Remember how I really don't like camping?

Well.

Imagine my surprise when I pulled into my house after a long week in New Mexico to find this beauty staring back at me.

What on earth are we going to do with that???

And it was many years ago that a good friend of mine told me that I would really like camping if I truly gave it my best try.

Well.

She was right.

We took Roxy out.
(don't you love her name? I do!)

We lit a campfire.

We caught lots of bugs.

We fished.

(And didn't catch any, T.H.A.N.K.G.O.O.D.N.E.S.S)

And when it was time for bed,

we saw two skunks and four deer.

So we climbed in.

Locked the door.

Plugged in.

And slept to the hum of our fan.

It was truly glorious.

And even though I'm pretty sure we won't turn into RV folk:

(Yes, they really do exsist.)

I really can't wait to go again.

2011-08-24T13:24:00.002-07:00

Look at me.

It's the third day of school already.

And I haven't even blogged about the first day.

Shame on me.

Mostly because Gavin was much too excited to waste time with pictures.

Therefore.

Most of them look like this:

No, really.

I'm not kidding.

I did get one, though.

And just for the record.

He LOVES second grade.

2011-08-16T22:32:00.002-07:00

Guess who had a most excellent first day of pre-school today?

This kid:

Guess who couldn't wait to play with his brother after school?

This kid:

(the bigger one)

I truly can't believe we're starting the whole "school-for-the-rest-of-your-life" bit with child #2.

Sigh.

2011-08-14T22:15:00.002-07:00

Here's the thing.

I really love summer.

I mean.

I know everyone says that.

But really.

I L-O-V-E summer.

I love my kids being home.

I love the sun.

I love spending every day outside.

But guess what.

Summer is ending at our house.

Reese starts school on Tuesday.

As in.

Day after tomorrow.

I'm sick about it.

He's big now.

And Gavin.

Well.

He starts one week from tomorrow.

What the heck?

I'm going to have two kids in school.

My ONLY two kids.

What the freak am I going to do those three days a week when I'm alone?

Run?

Perhaps.

Work in Gav's class?

Perhaps.

Cry?

Perhaps.

I'll let you know how it goes.

2011-08-07T18:02:00.003-07:00

Seriously, people.

Have you seen this?

Uh-mazing.

And one more thing.

Go Vote.

And you probably know which one is mine.

But just vote for the best picture.

Not sister.

Because we would for sure know who would win that one.

Wink, wink.

2011-08-03T13:18:00.003-07:00

See these kids?

They're pretty tough.

In fact.

They (plus a few more) rule this block.

They even have a club.

You have to run really fast to be in it.

And today I asked what their club's name is,

they told me with grim faces.

WHITE TRAMP.

Yes, friends.

White TRAMP.

Sidenote:

When I told them that I didn't get it, and quite honestly felt a little bit of panic in my chest,

They said,

"Like in TRAMP-oline, get it? Trampoline???"

Duh, Jordan.
Learn to think like a 7 and 4 year old . . .

2011-07-31T08:27:00.003-07:00

So here's the thing.

New Mexico is awesome.

And I know I've said that before.

But really.

Every time I come to visit, I realize how much there is to do!

For example.

We've taken the Railrunner many a time.

But every time is a new experience!

And believe me when I tell you that I've been to Santa Fe, like, a million times.

But I've never been to this cute little church.

And my kids have never been in a Catholic church before.

They loved the kneelers!

And it's not every trip to New Mexico that I get to spend time with little Cyan.

Have you seen bigger eyes?

I think not.

And by the way.

I have the best friends.

No, seriously.

The BEST friends.

And they are the best posers ever.

I mean it.

The best.

2011-07-06T18:42:00.005-07:00

Guess what?!?!

We only live 5 hours from Moab!!!

I know, right?

Why have we lived here for 9 years and NEVER been?

Well no more, my friends.

Welcome to Moab 2011.

And I'm not going to put money on this,

but I feel it's safe to say this trip tops any other Kemsley Family trip.

Well.

Maybe not.

Disneyland back in 1999 was pretty awesome.

And Mexico in 2001 was pretty great.

And there was that Italy trip back in '04 was totally amazing.

Okay so.

Let's just say.

This Kemsley trip held strong.

I mean.

Here we are on the (freakishly high) rapids on the Colorado river.

Yes, friends.

That's my 50-something year old father.

Our guide, Marissa, really wanted us to flip.

But.

We didn't.

Naturally.

And check it.

We totally hiked to THE Arch.

We were told it was a 40 minute hike.

40 minute hike, my booty.

Just saying.

Totally worth it, though.

Seriously.

Breathtaking.

Speaking of breathtaking.

Who knew the desert was so beautiful?

I mean.

For reals.

(This pic, as most of these, are courtesy of my sister Logan. You know, the graphics guru...)

PS. I'm pretty sure my kids would LIVE on 4 wheelers.

Especially when Uncle Judson went 47 mph with my seven year old.

Me=Mild heart attack.

The End.

Wait.

One more thing.

HAVE YOU VOTED????

This one is close . . .

2011-06-18T11:48:00.002-07:00

Hey!

Have you voted???

Go www.jordanvslogan.blogspot.com!

This one is close!

2011-06-18T10:55:00.004-07:00

Dear Aunt Cherie:

Thank you so much for having this beautiful wreath in your shop a few months ago.

It's lovely spring colors welcome me home every day.

I love the pink blossoms. It fits ever so nicely in my entry way.

And, although they didn't tell me themselves,

I'm pretty sure this Finch couple would like to thank you too.

You see.

Your wreath is special to them because

well...

it's housing their babies.

Five eggs.

Four white with brown speckles.

One brown with brown speckles.

Your little wreath has provided hours of entertainment for my boys.

And we can hardly wait to be bird parents!

Thanks again.
Love you.

Jordan

2011-06-15T19:17:00.002-07:00

Look!

I blogged yesterday and here I am again!

I'm such a good promise keeper.

Seriously.

So.

Wanna know what we did today?

Well.

We worked super hard.

And practiced, practiced, practiced!

"Practice what"
you may be wondering.

Let me tell you.

OUR SKILLS.

Like giving the "Peace" bounce.

Or "The Rocket".

How about the "Cannon Ball"?

Or surely you're familiar with the "Side Bounce"?

Or the "Baseball Hitter".

No?

Never heard of these?

Okay then.

We'll just stick to juggling.

2011-06-14T21:33:00.002-07:00

So here's the thing.

You may have noticed I haven't blogged for a while.

And you know what.

I haven't.

And it's not because there's nothing going on.

Trust me.

And it's not because I'm bored of blogging.

I'm not.

Here's the deal.

We went to Michigan.

Who knew you could have so much fun doing nothing?

By the way.

I want a summer house in Grand Haven.

Just sayin.

And guess what else has been going on.

S.U.M.M.E.R.

And really.

With all our spare time at the pool.

I hardly have time for laundry.

Let alone blogging.

Sorry, friends.

I'll try to be better.

Promise.

2011-05-31T20:43:00.005-07:00

Okay friends!

It's time once again!

GO HERE TO VOTE!

And I would like to say that I won last week.

Ahem.

{Curtsey}

Thanks to all the little people . . .

And now onto this week's theme:

WATER.

Isn't this so fun???

2011-05-30T13:35:00.002-07:00

You'll notice that I haven't posted for a bit.

And I'm sure you're dying to know why.

And I'll tell you.

Later.

After I go through all the pictures.

The boys, however,

stayed with Grandpa and Grandma.

And went to the Butterfly Pavillion.

Ever been there?

You should.

Lots of fun.

Anywho.

Turns out those little butterflies love my little Reesie.

I'm pretty sure it's because he so sweet.

Ha.

You like that?

Came up with with all by myself . . .

2011-05-25T19:27:00.003-07:00

I'm pretty sure the neighborhood kids think I'm the meanest mom ever.

Take today, for example.

I'll set up the scene for you.

I was making dinner.

The boys were outside.

Dinner was ready, so I called them in.

Reese came.

Slowly.

Gavin came.

Even slower.

The peas were about done and I went inside to dish up.

Five minutes.

NO BOYS.

Eight minutes.

NO BOYS.

Back out I go to find Reese in the garage, putting his bike away.

Gavin.

At the end of the street happily riding his scooter.

Seriously?

So I closed the garage.

And locked the front door.

And closed the curtains.

I told you.
I'M MEAN.

Sure enough.

Right after the prayer.

DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG.

It was the neighbor kid.

"Gavin is ready to come have dinner now."

And to that I replied,

"I'm sorry. I am eating right now. Tell Gavin to come back later."

Door closed.

Next.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

On the back door.

I parted the curtain and it was Gav.

"Let me in!"

"Come back later, we're eating."

After dinner I found him shooting hoops with aforementioned neighborhood boy.

"Now you may come in."

And to that he said,

"No. I don't want to."

Then his friend added,

"He's going to come live at my house."

"Okay then. I'll call your teacher and tell her you won't be at school anymore."
(Friend is homeschooled.)

"Fine. I'll come in."

(Thank you, Miss Morris, for being so awesome. You convinced my son to live at home!)

And yes.

He ate dinner.

Gees, I'm not that mean.

Albeit.

Cold dinner. By himself.

I'm so mean.

PS. Today is our Anniversary. Happy Anniversary, indeed.

2011-05-22T20:00:00.002-07:00

So.

My sister got a new toy.

It's a new Canon something-or-other.

Remember.

She's the photo/graphic guru.

And since I, myself, am a Nikon gal . . .

. . .well

let's just say there's a friendly competition going.

Wanna see what I'm talking about?

GO HERE.

And while you're there
you might as well vote.

I mean.

You're already there.

A little FRIENDLY competition never hurt anyone, right?

2011-05-14T18:20:00.003-07:00

Um.

Have you seen this?

Because it was pretty much amazing.

And I know it came out on Earth Day.

But really.

It should've come out on Mother's Day.

Because really.

It's an amzing story about

well

MOTHERS.

And maybe I teared up a few times.

Afterall, I am a mother.

And, weirdly enough.

We're not that different

those big cats and I.

We both love our children.

We both will do anything to protect them.

We both roll around on the floor with them.

We teach them.

We even both bathe them.
(Albeit, not with my tongue, but you get it.)

It made me so proud to be a mother.

So cheesy, but so true.

And now.

If you'll excuse me . . .

I need to go tend to my cubs.

2011-05-12T11:19:00.000-07:00

So it turns out my boys have been making biplanes when they are suppose to be sleeping.

"How do I know this?", you ask?

Well.

It's pretty hard to hide 22 planes.

Little stinkers.

2011-05-05T18:59:00.013-07:00

Oh you know we watched this for

CINCO DE MAYO.

We ate churros too.

You bet we did.

And enchiladas.

And sopapillas.

And guac.

It was awesome.

I sure love my (New) Mexican heritage!

2011-05-01T19:23:00.004-07:00

Guess who . . .

. . .went to a Rockies Game this weekend and froze their little booty's off because it was only 34* but it didn't matter because our constant consumption of foot-long hotdogs and pistacios and giant pieces of bubble gum kept us warm as well as our awesome friends that hooked us up with tickets three rows back from the Rockie's dugout and catching glimpses of Tuuuuuuuuuulo and Helton and watching Innetta hit homers made it all worth while?

(BIG BREATHHHHH!)

THESE GUYS!

But seriously, ya'll. It was friggin freezing.

2011-04-29T21:07:00.002-07:00

So.

My sister, Logan, and I have been watching the Royal Wedding.

Like.

Non.Stop.

We're not obsessed or anything.

But.

It seems as though we can't get enough of it.

I'm loving every minute.

However.

While watching Kate step out for the first time in the dress,

Logan and I noticed something.

This is my mom on her wedding day in 1976:

This is what Kate wore today, April 29, 2011.

A modern version maybe?

I think so.

I always knew my mom had great style!

2011-04-22T14:26:00.003-07:00

You know.

Big things are happening this weekend.

Take this for example:

Yep, friends.

Tomorrow I'll have a big 7 year old.

A 7 year old that loves basketball.

And broccoli.

And video games.

A 7 year old that loves his brother.

His daddy.

And kisses from his mama.

A 7 year old that can't wait for summer.

His baptism next year.

And Cub Scouts.

Seriously, people.

I HAVE A SEVEN YEAR OLD!!!

When did that happen?!?

2011-04-16T11:05:00.003-07:00

Do you ever have Friday nights where you don't want to do anything but go to a movie?

Spencer's gone for two weeks again.

And since movies are so outrageously expensive these days . . .

Seriously.

$30 just to get in!

We made our own.

Complete with VIP seating.

And Snack Bar.

And what do you know?

My kids actually prefer this over the actual theater!

You know.

They can wear their pajamas and lay down.

Yeah, I know we have the smallest TV around. And I'm okay with that. You know. I gave Spencer that TV when we got engaged. So really. It's sentimental.

Don't you just love weekends?

2011-04-15T10:32:00.001-07:00

Nooooooooooooooooooooo!

2011-04-14T19:10:00.003-07:00

Want to know the best part about Gavin's performance of

Wakadoo Zoo

this evening?

It may have been all of his cute friends.

Or maybe it was his cute teacher.

Or maybe it was his cute little brother singing along.

Because, you know.

He knew every.single.word.

2011-04-13T09:16:00.002-07:00

There's some totally fun stuff happening at our house today. Things like sitting wherever you want in the bath. Reese chose this spot. Because, well.

He "never gets to sit here!" You know. Gavin is bigger (and stronger).

Things like the robins coming back. Remember last year? Yep. We love the robins. And Jet really, really loves the robins.

2011-04-06T11:35:00.008-07:00

Please believe me when I tell you.

I could live in California. I mean. Permanently.

The sun. The ocean. The endless things to do.

Really. I could stay forever.

In fact. We almost had to. Seriously.

See. We flew standby. Which was super, don't get me wrong.

However. Spring Break + A Southwest Disaster = Long hours waiting in an airport. We made it work though. In fact. I'm pretty sure a good portion of my tan came from sitting outside. Waiting.

Our bags made it on one flight. But we didn't. Which meant we spent two days with no clothes. Or car seats. Yep. So we checked into the closest Marriot. And purchased new swimsuits. Because really. That's all we needed for the next two days . . .

What an amazing time. I'm not kidding. Loved.every.second.

2011-03-30T20:40:00.006-07:00

Well, friends. After two full weeks.

He's finally home.

Boy.

Did we miss him!

The first words out of his mouth were: "We need a vacation." I couldn't agree more. We really needed some family time. But there were a few problems: No time. No money. No plans. Well. That was all about to change.

We realized it was Gavin's Spring Break. Time: Check. Spencer's been stashing some money for months now (surprise!) for an occasion such as this. Money: Check. My only stipulation: Our destination has to be warmer than Denver. We booked a hotel in California. Plans: Check. And really. Everything after that just fell into place. Plane tickets . (thanks T!) Rental Car. Hotel. We flew in this morning. And hit the beach. Stat. It was foggy and cold. But, oh so fun!

We played. And got wet. And ended up neked on the drive home. (Well. Almost.)

Tomorrow: The Happiest Place on Earth.

2011-03-24T11:45:00.001-07:00

Reese is totally into pointing these days.

At the kids playing outside.
At pictures in our book.
At his toys.

The problem?

It's kinda offensive.

2011-03-23T20:07:00.002-07:00

Life's been pretty fun lately.

Wanna see some things that make me smile?

Cats with socks.

Bath time with uncontrollable laughing.

An old fashioned Bake Sale.

A very tolerable kitty.

Skype.

And in two days . . .

MY HUSBAND WILL FINALLY BE HOME.

Holy moley it's been a long two weeks.

2011-03-18T13:33:00.002-07:00

Today we played.

And it was fun.

But Reese was sad.

He missed Gavin.

So.

We decided to include him.

He even brought his balloon.

Reese was happier after that.

And I know it because

As I was putting the laundry in,
I heard Reese tell Gavin all about his day.

So maybe it'll be a little anti-climatic when he gets home?

Maybe.

2011-03-17T09:03:00.001-07:00

Faaaaaaaa-ccccccct!

Yeah.

We've been waiting for this baby for a while now.

Enjoy.

2011-03-14T19:19:00.003-07:00

A rhyme.

What did you do this Saturday last?

Did you run a race? Did you run it real fast?

We did!

Did you color your hair? Did you have such a blast?

We did!

Did you work so hard? Counting 29 kids as you passed?

We did!

Did you meet with your friends? You know, the ones that are steadfast?

We did!

Did you hope just to finish? So you weren't an outcast?

I DID!

5K #2.

Check.

2011-03-09T20:25:00.004-07:00

Today's challenge:

Operation Leprechaun.

Oh yeah, he's gonna get one.

Good thing his Uncle Gage called to let him know that catching leprechauns is, like, really hard.

He would know.

He spent the better part of his childhood committed to catching one himself.

I'm just saying.

2011-03-02T14:48:00.003-07:00

Why do we, as parents, feel the need to torture our children?

I vividly remember my mother offering to pay me $5 to go to school with my "shower-cap hair".

You know, a ratted bun on the top of your head on those non-wash hair days.

I almost took her up on it a few times.

$5 could go a long way back then.

But really.

I looked ridiculous.

I offered Reese about the same to wear this ring in his nose all day.

He said no.

And just to make sure that $5 was a reasonable offer--

I tried it myself.

Totally worth it.

2011-02-25T17:41:00.002-07:00

My sister Logan was six when I went to college.

You know.

Gavin's age.

Gah!!

She's almost 19.

And we're pretty tight these days.

I'm pretty sure it's because we really bonded over letters when I was at school.

I mean.

Really.

I stumbled upon these gems when I was cleaning out our office the other day.

Pack rat?

Maybe.

I'm sentimental, okay?

Leave me alone.

Anyway.

I bet she'll be surprised to know that I've kept this stuff all these years.

Yeah.

They're awesome and one of a kind.

She's for sure a superstar at landscapes.

And animals.

And bubble letters.

Gosh, I love that girl.

2011-02-18T16:34:00.005-07:00

It's been a rough week.

I'm not gonna lie.

It's mostly because Spencer isn't here.

It really stinks when he's not around.

I mean.

Don't get me wrong.

The kids have been awesome.

It's more just stuff that I can't control.

Like sickness.
And dogs that run into the street.
And people close to me that are hurting.

Tuesday was a day I never want to repeat.

Trust me.

However.

Things are looking up.

For example.

Check out this sweet family picture we took at Grandma Valentine's funeral.

Almost everyone was there.
We were missing one husband and two adorable kids.

I'm pretty sure the last time we took a family (complete) picture was back when I was like 12.

And my sister and I wore matching clothes.

It was in the 90's.

Think puffy hair and big dresses.

Seriously.

I especially loved this picture below.

In fact.

I think this was my favorite picture out of the whole bunch.

I love that my mom and Logan and I are laughing.

I love Judson and Spencer sharing a moment.

I LOVE Gavin's sweet, somber face.

I'm not kidding.

My family rocks.

2011-02-13T20:37:00.003-07:00

Well.

There he goes.

The day before Valentine's Day, no less.

What's romantic about stinky old Michigan anyway???

But don't worry.

I'm not feeling sorry for myself.

No, not me.

Much too busy this week.

Busy feeding the missionaries (and some good friends, don't worry) a nice Valentine-y dinner.
Busy with New Beginnings.
Busy with camp meetings.
Busy with school and homework.
Busy with, you know.

Stuff.

But I will say this.

Valentine's Day won't be the same without my Valentine.

**Sniff**

I should prolly get myself some Sees tomorrow.

Just sayin.

2011-02-11T16:52:00.003-07:00

You know.

I take my job as a mother pretty seriously.

It's my job to teach my kids how to work.
It's my job to teach my kids how to eat healthy.
It's my job to teach my kids self control.

And I thought I was doing a pretty bang up job.

Until about a month ago.

Imagine the horror when I walked downstairs only to find my kid gnawing on a piece of cheese.

Wait.

Scratch that.

He was gnawing on the WHOLE block of cheese.

And his brother had a whole box of cereal and was eating it by the handful.

Well guess what, my friends.

NO MORE.

No more searching for the pepperoni for pizza only to find the empty bag.
No more eating a whole box (meaning ten) pop tarts in two days.
No more "Moooooooooom! I'm huuuuuuungry!"

Enter: The Treat Baskets.

Oh yes, you heard me right.

I sacrificed one afternoon of chopping and bagging for a month of total bliss.

And now when Gavin comes home from school and says,
"I think I'm going to die if I don't have something to eat right now!"

I say,
"Go pick one thing out of each bucket, my darling."

(Okay maybe not quite like that, but you get it.)

You know, because we have two.

One for the fridge (cheese, grapes, blueberries, ham, carrots, yogurt)
and
One for the pantry (animal crackers, wheat thins, pretzels, applesauce).

And what do you know?

Happy boy because he gets to pick what he wants.

Happy mom because I know his grimy hands won't be in all of my food.

Seriously.

WIN/WIN.

2011-02-10T13:52:00.003-07:00

So remember how Reese has this crazy imagination?

Well.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised when he told me about his new friend
Otto.

Yep, that's him in the picture.

Otto really likes to play soccer.

But not boxing.
(He's not very good at boxing.)

He lives on "Smoky Hill".

And he runs really fast.

Ummmmmm.

I'd like to place an order for a little brother/sister.

Stat.

2011-02-08T14:05:00.002-07:00

Whew.

I'm tired.

It's been a pretty busy/emotional/long couple of weeks.

Wondering what we've been up to?

Well.

Let me tell you.

Wait.

That'll take too long.

Let me sum up.

(Name that movie and I'll give you a nickel and a big fat kiss.)

We celebrated.

You know.

My Spence turned 31.

And while we don't have any pictures,
it was a pretty nice birthday.
Even if I do say so myself.

I thought and thought and thought about what to get him.

And then I realized that the thing he needs the most.

Is a quiet night all to ourselves.

So I sent the kids away.
Ordered Thai food.
And ate by candlelight.

It was pretty magical.
A camera would've ruined it.
For sure.

We mourned.

My dear, sweet Grandma Valentine passed away.

Did you know her?

Then you know how amazing she is.

Didn't know her?

Meet her here.

I had the honor of speaking at her funeral.

And it truly was an honor.

We celebrated, again.

You know, because, Reese is four.

And it was great.

He got to bowl, golf, ride go-carts and eat at In N Out.

I mean, really.

What more could a four year old want???

And we ate cake too.

Delicious cake.

With sprinkles.

We reunited.

Do you know it's been more than four years since I've last seen my cousin Courtney?

In fact.

I bet it's been longer than that.

I've got some really great family.

With classic, awesome names.

I mean, really people.
Starr. Summer. Robyn. Henry. Penelope. Cora.

Awesome, huh?

And I remember how much I truly miss them when we get together.

We laughed.
We talked.
We hung out with Jack.
(He barks kinda loud. Ask Gavin.)

We got a new windshield.

Well.

Not quite, actually.

But after that kid lobbed a rock from the barrier on the side of the freeway and it hit our car going 75 miles per hour and scared the crap outta me . . .

We will.

And now.

We're home.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

2011-01-26T20:00:00.002-07:00

You know.

I like to think that we encourage our children to be well rounded.

Boy AND girl friends.

Blueberries AND artichokes.

Bikes AND scooters.

So I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when Gavin showed me the books he got from the library this week.

I should be proud, right?

And.

Have you ever mixed the words Break and RE(a)ST?

As in
"Do you need a break/rest?"

Yeah.

I did today.

In front of a 7 year old girl.

I wonder if her mom will ever let her walk home with me again.

2011-01-24T20:01:00.006-07:00

As I picked up Gav from school today,
this little beauty was sitting in the parking lot.

Standing outside was a man in a black suit.
(Red flag #1)

He was holding a sign that said,
"Happy Birthday Makenzie!"
covered in glitter.
(Red flag #2)

Remember that Gavin is in ELEMENTARY SCHOOL.
Just making sure you didn't forget.

As soon as he saw the sign he said,
"Mom. I know what I want for my birthday. I want a limo to pick me up from school."

**His birthday is in three months.**

I started to panic a bit.

Because, really.

Who wants to completely crush a six year olds dream?

Thanks a lot Makenzie.

So I said,
"Sure thing buddy. I'll give my friends at Sweet and Sassy a call. I'm sure you can use that one."

"Um, yeah. Nevermind."

Picture here and here.

2011-01-19T18:07:00.002-07:00

Today my boys discovered a new way to use our food storage cans.

Turns out.

They make great drums.

Have you ever heard aluminum cans being hit with pencils?

No?

You're welcome to come over.

However.

I may not hear the doorbell.

I'm just sayin.

2011-01-14T10:24:00.002-07:00

Wanna know the best part about being ready for school before carpool comes?

Ice skating in your front yard.

2011-01-11T15:39:00.002-07:00

Did you know . . .

. . .that my new neighbor from New Jersey
was so excited when it (finally) snowed
that he cleared all of our sidewalks with his fancy snowblower?

How awesome is that?

And did you also know . . .

. . .that cowboys don't kiss their mothers?
In fact.
"Cowboys don't even have mothers".

And to that I said,
"Yes they do. They give kisses and make the lunch for cowboys."

Then he gave me a kiss.

So there.

2011-01-05T20:58:00.002-07:00

Please tell me you've seen these videos.

No?

Well.

You should watch them.

But first.

Go to the bathroom.
I promise, you'll thank me later.

Second.

Call all your family around.
I promise, they'll thank me later.

Enjoy.

I think 1 and 3 are my favorite.

2011-01-01T14:20:00.004-07:00

Happy New Year!

And Happy Birthday, daddy-o!

I think we've discovered a new Dixon family tradition.

Waterslide hotel on New Year's Eve.

Busted elbow and bruised head aside . . .

Trust me.

The slide did not disappoint.

2010-12-28T21:22:00.003-07:00

So.

It's true that I work in Gavin's class on Tuesdays.

And it's true that sometimes I get there and Ms. Morris has them sitting on the carpet.

And it's true that sometimes I sit at Gavin's desk.

And it's true that I sift through his folders.

And it's true that I found this awesome piece of work.

First, he was suppose to fill in the dot next to the correct sentence.

Which he did.

Then he was suppose to re-write the sentence in the lines provided below.

This is what he wrote:

I laughed when I saw it
and totally interrupted the class.

Soooo embarrassing.

And it's true.

We don't eat out on Sunday.

We eat out on Saturday.

Gees.

What a smart kid.

2010-12-25T12:00:00.009-07:00

Well.

It's over.

I'm always surprised at how long you anticipate
and how quickly it's over.

Christmas Eve started out pretty excellent.
You know.

The kids got pjs.

Gavin and Reese were ecstatic about their slippers.

No seriously.

I would've posted the picture
but
they were in underwear.

And Gavin is almost seven.

But trust me.

So excited.

We talked about the birth of our Savior.

I cried.

Because, really.

Mary is amazing.

Then we lit our luminarias.

Sometimes I really love my New Mexican heritage.

And, just as he has years before,

Santa came.

And you know.

The boys were so excited to open presents.

However.

Something happened this year.

Something new and different.

Something Spencer and I never thought would happen.

Everyone:

Meet Jet.

Untitled from Jordan on Vimeo.

I love how surprised Gav is at about 00:14.

Classic.

I have to admit.

He is pretty stinking cute.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, indeed.

2010-12-22T18:50:00.006-07:00

You know.

There are perks to having an older brother in school.

Like:

All the toys to yourself ALL DAY.

Watching cartoons while he's doing math problems.

And.

Learning the continents of the world.

2010-12-16T10:09:00.001-07:00

So.

What'd you do today?

Did you see Santa and tell him in detail about the train set you would like?
And include a letter, in case he forgets?

We did!

Did you watch this stinking hilarious video about The Digital Story of the Nativity?

We did!

Did you want to buy a new pair of shoes since you're singing in the choir tomorrow but couldn't because it's Christmas and there's no money so you tore apart your old shoes and gave them a sweet new makeover and now you can't wait to wear them tomorrow?

I did!

(And you can do it too! Go here to see how)

Did you burn the crud out of your fingers because when it comes to glue guns you are as careful as a five year old?

Yes.

Yes I did.

2010-12-12T08:31:00.004-07:00

Well.

They came.

And it snowed.

A lot.

We had fun.

And got lost.

We are sore.

But freak.

My siblings are awesome.
(We missed you Judson!)

Untitled from Jordan on Vimeo.

**Sidenote: Shay and I determined on this little trip that we are too old and too chubby to get the most out of boarding. Maybe it would help if our pants weren't so tight . . .

2010-12-09T22:32:00.002-07:00

Here's the thing.

We don't do flu shots at my house.

I know.

I just opened the flood gates.

Here's how I see it.

Poke!

And maybe you won't get the flu.
But maybe you will.
And my husband swears he gets sick every time he get's the flu shot.
(And I know, you can't get the flu from the shot. Yada, yada. He still gets sick.)

Eh.

Pass please.

Yeah, I have a tiny needle fetish.
So what?

Don't get me wrong.
My kids still get their shots.
I just have a hard time with the voluntary pokes.

And many people think I'm crazy.
My kid's doctor.
My friends.
My mother in law.

But I truly can't justify it.

And, no.

This is not an open forum to "change Jordan's mind".

Now.

A strep shot?

That, my friends, is a good idea.

Then Gavin wouldn't be laid up for two days every December.
Although I don't mind the laid back cuddler he turns into . . .

2010-12-04T20:42:00.000-07:00

Happy Day 4 of the Advent!

2010-12-03T19:28:00.002-07:00

I'm kinda obsessed with this song right now.

I mean.

I've listened to it at least 100 times a day.

And I can't get enough of it.

I first heard it on Saturday Night Live.

And I liked it then, but for some reason it didn't hit me.

Then I saw it on Glee.

And I really listened to it.

And then downloaded it.

And it hit me in a way very few songs do.

You know when you hear a great song (spiritual or not) and it really touches you?

Call me crazy.

But this song touches me.

Deeply.

The chorus:

The dog days are over.
The dog days are done.
The horses are coming, so you better run.

Run fast for your mother.
Run fast for your father.
Run for your children.
For your sisters and your brothers.
Leave all your love and your loving behind.
Can't carry it with you if you want to survive.

I mean.

From a mother's perspective.

Wow.

From a Mormon's perspective.

Wow.

From a runner's perspective.

Wow.

Amazing.

And when I first watched the official video.

I'll admit.

I thought it was nuts.

But then I realized.

It fits perfectly.

2010-12-02T12:56:00.004-07:00

I don't know what it is about the holidays.

But once they get here, all I want to do is make stuff.

Which really stinks for me.

Because.

Well.

I'm not very good at being crafty.

I mean.

My intentions are good.

I look at all of the blogs.

And I really do try.

But somehow between seeing something and doing something.

Pretty much gets lost in translation.

It usually ends up with me super frustrated.
And a big mess.

And I'm okay with it.

A few years ago I made these advent boxes.

I'm truly a lover of the advent.

Really.

The boxes turned out fun, but hanging them every year has been such a problem.

One year I used sticky putty type stuff.

It worked but left putty all over my walls.

One year I used push pins.

And we had to paint when Christmas was over.

This year.

I was determined to solve the problem once and for all.

So I went to Home Depot.
Found some plywood.
Went to Hobby Lobby.
Found some fabric.
And I stapled the crud outta that board.

Finally.

Something that works!

Next.

I like wreaths.

Like.

A lot.

In fact.

I currently have five hanging in my house.

So what do you do when you love them
but can't find the ones that fit your style?

Why.

Make your own, of course.

Give me a hot glue gun and I'll go nuts.

I promise.

2010-11-29T21:52:00.003-07:00

It's cold here.

Like.

Really cold.

I thought my ears/nose/cheeks were going to fall off while picking up Gavin from school.

Let alone the two (tiny) children that were with me.

Luckily.

We made it home in one piece.

And turned on the fire.

Stat.

I licked the back of the sour cream spoon today.

Totally something my mother would do (has done!).

Made me proud.

And yes.

We had a super Thanksgiving.

However.

I heard on the news today that any leftovers you may have need to either go to the freezer or go to the trash.

Your tummy may thank me later.

You're welcome.

Check out Spence's sweet beard.
Beards are so hot right now.

2010-11-22T16:51:00.005-07:00

You know how everyone plays a part in their family?

Take my family, for example.

Judson is the arsty one.
Seriously. He can draw/sculpt/paint anything.

Shay is the animal lover.
Ask her about the time she saved a cat off the freeway.

Gage is the money maker.
Trust me. He has a 'five year plan'.

Logan is the graphics guru.
Give that girl a computer. She'll rock your world.

Wyn is the musician.
I mean. He's 15. And in a band.

I'm the blogger.

Eh. You take what you can get, ya know?

Anywho.

Recently we got our family pictures taken.

And I love them.

Seriously.

Total Christmas card material.

There was this one picture of my boys that was ADORABLE!

However.

Spencer's arm made it into the shot.

So I decided to dip into one of my siblings minds.

I asked Logan to teach me how to use photoshop to my greatest advantage.

She not only told me.
She gave me a tutorial.
On Facebook.

I told you.

She's awesome.

So I tried my hand at it.

And, I must say.

I'm pretty happy about the end result.

And since I'm the blogger.

Well.

You know.

2010-11-17T09:04:00.004-07:00

So.

Just in case you were wondering.

There's a walk-a-thon happening at school right now.

Gav walked/ran 28 laps in the past two days.

He's so proud.

(And I am too).

In fact.

Yesterday I worked in his class.

When I was done,

He went to lunch.

I went to the car.

And waited.

I sorta felt like a creeper.

10 minutes later.

Here he comes.

Done with lunch and ready to run.

I sat and watched him.

Run and run and run.

I fully expected him to be surrounded by his friends.
I mean, really.
My boy loves his friends.

But he wasn't.

He ran alone.

He was determined to run more laps than he had the day before.
Which was 13

There was no messing around.

He meant business.

And for that moment he was all grown up to me.

It was a weird moment.

I was happy that he was working so hard to finish.
But sorta sad that he was so big.

And by the way.

He told me he was going to run 18 laps today.

2010-11-13T20:42:00.002-07:00

What is it about Grandpa's?

They're just so . . .

AMAZING.

Like, today, for example.

Grandpa Dixon took the boys out to find the quarters they put on the tracks two weeks ago.

Did they find them?

You bet they did.

And even set some out for next time.

Seriously.

Grandpa's are so cool.