the life and times of mandee grant

What Ten Years Feels Like

2011-06-01T17:13:00.000-06:00

(My handsome dates for my anniversary dinner. I chose sushi. It was bad. No more sushi for long time.)

Ten years, and it feels like way more. We were put through the ringer the first year of our marriage- I highly DO NOT recommend going through a custody evaluation/court battle during those first 12 months. No fun. Neither is trying to get pregnant in the middle of it, and failing miserably. Which is a crazy thing to do, anyway. But by the end of that first year, we had Parker and Maddy and a baby on the way. And we celebrated at KFC- Aaron's choice.

To say that we don't celebrate our anniversary like we should is the understatement of the year. We are horrible at it. (I mean, sushi on a Tuesday night at a restaurant 5 minutes away, with your 4 year old in tow, to celebrate ten years?) But what we do really well is love each other through the every day, mundane, imperfect, and demanding parts of our life together. We don't always agree. And, occasionally, we argue. But those butterflies that fluttered so often in the early years have woven a pretty cozy and familiar blanket around my heart. He is the best thing that ever happened to me and my life, and I love him a whole lot.

We're thinking that maybe we'll go big with the 10 1/2 year mark. Or 11. Any good trip suggestions out there?

Let Us Eat Cake

2011-05-27T12:22:00.000-06:00

We have some important events to celebrate at our house this weekend!

Today is Aaron's 44th birthday. I honestly thank the heavens for that man every day of my life, so I'm especially looking forward to celebrating him today! Although, I still need to go buy the presents. (Busy week.)

Today, we are also celebrating Jack's Preschool Graduation. Since he has a late birthday, I have always planned on waiting until he was 6 to start kindergarten. But now that he is finished with preschool, it's obvious we are both ready for him to start kindergarten next year. He's all registered, and we have his 5 year old "shots" appointment next month. And while I'm a little bit sad that our baby is growing up (in just the blink of an eye he'll be graduating from high school) I'm also excited to move onto the next phase of life.

Of course, Monday we'll celebrate a rainy Memorial Day, and Tuesday will mark 10 years of marriage for us. TEN years. Sometimes it feels like yesterday, and other days it feels like we've been together all of our lives. More to come on that. But for now, we have some major celebrating of my favorite people to do! Yay for happy days.

His "Mad" Face

2011-04-20T19:22:00.001-06:00

Today Jack was standing in front of the television when Maxwell said "Uh, Jack's toe is bleeding." Jack had no idea his big toe was a bloody mess. And no idea how it ended up that way. So we went to Alpine Pediatrics where the Nurse Practitioner told Jack he was a very brave boy, and wouldn't need stitches. RELIEVED! She cleaned his toe, bandaged it up nicely, and sent him home with a sucker, a bouncy ball, and a sticky hand that is now semi-permanently stuck to the vaulted ceiling. Awesome.

I told Jack to make a happy face for a picture for Dad. He preferred his mad face, and there you have it.

Maxwell's First Great Space Coaster Derby

2011-04-20T00:44:00.000-06:00

Maxwell (8) April 2011

The odds were stacked against us beginning two weeks ago when we left (last minute) for California. We brought the Space Derby Kit with us, with every good intention to bring to life an amazing, and winning space shuttle, but sadly, the little kit was never given a second thought. By the time we got home (from a trip that so deserves it's own lengthy and detailed account), Aaron was scheduled to fly to Illinois on business the very day of Maxwell's very first Great Space Coaster derby. I was sad, and tried not to let it show. I'm still sad, but now choosing to be vocal about it.

(Deep breath) ANYWAY, that left a 24 hour period to finish up the space derby shuttle/coaster/ship. And by the grace of good dad and patient son karma , Aaron and Maxwell did it. And then, sadly, Dad flew away to help the lame people of whatever company he is consulting.

Uncle Grant, cheerfully, saved the day and did his best to make that space coaster win. But it didn't. I was too busy ranking winners and losers to feel super competitive about it. Although, I'm currently strategizing how to win next year's Pine Wood Derby.

But the moral of the story is this- it's okay to lose your first Great Space Coaster Derby when your great-grandma passes away 3 weeks before, and your parents don't have the time or mental capacity to help you work on your space derby coaster thing. And the consolation ribbon, and yellow, frosted, sugar cookie don't hurt either.

Ethel Taylor Nakashima

2011-04-03T16:32:00.001-06:00

My "Gramma" (as we called her) passed away on March 31st. She lived a long and full life, which included a successful marriage, raising 3 kids, surviving breast cancer, and traveling the world. Some of my fondest, childhood memories were spent with her and my Pamps. She was the grandparent I always felt closest to.

I am so happy she and my Grandpa are finally together again. After my Grandpa passed away, my Gramma would claim at every Christmas that this one would be her last. It was a long 29 years, but I know they are as happy together today as they look in this picture.

For Gramma Nakashima from Aaron & Mandee Grant on Vimeo.

And laslty, I found this video the other day. My Gramma had moved to Utah, but was staying with my Uncle Jeff in Bakersfield during the winter. We were waiting for her to come home, and thought we'd send her a video letting her know that we missed her. Charlie was 2 1/2. I am so thankful for the time we were able to have with her, and even more thankful that my kids were able to know her and have a relationship with her. We miss you Gramma, and we love you.

Half Baked Posts That Never Made The Cut

2011-01-28T20:24:00.001-07:00

Am I the only one who thinks in FaceBook and Twitter through most of the day? It's ridiculous, and annoying, and I should really quit both because I feel like I am becoming more shallow by the day.

But they are entertaining. Which is similar to thinking I need to quit watching The Bachelor, and yet, it's a train wreck I just can't stop watching ... over, and over, and over again.

(See ... so shallow!)

Since I missed all opportunity to FB or tweet, even with a "smart phone", I figure I'll share my thoughts/posts here;

9:00am-- Charlie's teacher told him yesterday that his chips and juice box weren't a "healthy" snack. I think I'll send a twinkie with him on Monday.

11:45am-- Just had an (almost) 3 hour breakfast with some of my favorite girlfriends. I needed that. Miss and LOVE them!

1:00pm-- Whoever thought the mini shopping carts at Smith's were a good idea should be shot. Get off my heals, Charlie! #easilyannoyedtoday

4pm-- Aaron gets home from a week long business trip in Boston tonight. Long week. For the both of us. He survived snowmagedon. I survived crazykidsmagedon. It's all about the -magedon these days.

6:30pm-- After noticing that I bought a 5 hour "energy/vitamin/caffeine" shot, my daughter told me that they had a lesson on The Word of Wisdom today in Seminary. "And we're not supposed to drink caffeine ..." I said.
"Or energy drinks", she replied.
They didn't have energy drinks when I was in seminary, so I never learned that rule. Claiming ignorance. Besides, vitamins, right?

7pm-- Starting a new diet on Monday. Celebrating by eating a sleeve of Oreos, and making sure I have big plans that include chocolate cake this weekend. #nomoredietcoke

P.S. Anyone want in on my diet? There's a pot of cash involved?! #i'lldoalmostanythingformoney

Social media ... isn't it the best.

Christmas 2010

2011-01-03T21:42:00.000-07:00

Christmas 2010

(I am in an honest enough mood to admit that this is not my favorite picture of my kids. And it was $15.)

I promised Aaron that I wouldn't write about how this was our worst Christmas ever, so I won't. So let's remember these things:

1. The conversation I had with Charlie just days before Christmas ... said in the midst of grumpy, overly hyper kids throwing Legos at each other

Me: You know what I want for Christmas? I want kids that will get along!

Charlie: Do you mean new kids, or us?

2. Having my dad sleepover on Christmas Eve and spend all of Christmas day with us- something he never does.

3. Fun parties and dinners with friends, family, and neighbors. Including our very first non-kid New Year's Eve celebration. Sign me up for that next year!

4. Visiting the Santa at Gateway Mall that was grumpy and missing most of his bottom teeth. He went on to scold me about what my kids had told him they want for Christmas- all Nintendo Dsi's. And while this whole experience put me in a bad mood, I'm throwing it on my list so I'll remember next year where NOT to take our kids.
(p.s. I think Max is starting to question the existence of Santa, as I guess he should at 8 years old.)

5. Talking to Parker for a little over an hour. That was definitely the highlight of our Christmas. The little boys said hello and I love and miss you, and then went on to play with new toys. I was in the middle of making dinner, so I popped in and out of the conversation. Aaron and Maddy were glued to the phone. It was the best for how hard it was. Still missing him a lot.

(p.s. his being gone is the reason this was our worst Christmas ever.)

We've already made reservations at The Morgan Bed and Breakfast in California for next Christmas. And no one can talk me out of it.

Merry Christmas's

2010-12-25T22:59:00.002-07:00

It's amazing how heavy the nostalgia becomes when the oldest child leaves home. This week I stumbled upon our family history of Christmas cards. Still looking for 2004 and 2006 (we missed 2002 and 2009).

{2001}
Parker 10, Maddy 7

Married a mere 6 months. When bedtime and Christmas were a piece of cake.

{2003}

Parker 12, Maddy 9, Maxwell 1

One of my favorite family pictures ever.

{2005}

Parker 14, Maddy 11, Maxwell 3, Charlie 1

I like to call this our honest family picture. Grumpy baby. Fed up toddler. Happy big kids. And the crazy part- I had just found out that we were (unexpectedly) expecting another baby. 4 weeks pregnant.

{2007}

Parker 16, Maddy 13, Maxwell 5, Charlie 3, Jack 1

{2008}

Parker 17, Maddy 14, Maxwell 6, Charlie 4, Jack 2

{2010}

Parker 19, Maddy 16, Maxwell 8, Charlie 6, Jack 4

The oldest on a mission, the youngest completely potty trained. Middle aged parents, self sufficient kids. Ever evolving life and family. At the end of my trip down Christmas card memory lane, I am feeling very blessed, and incredibly grateful for the little family we have.

Merry Christmas.

New York City In June or The Day We Saw Tom Cruise

2010-12-08T20:04:00.000-07:00

Let's finale this thing before the details get lost in the fog of my memory.

So, New York City was incredible. What I wasn't prepared for? How stinky it was. And dirty. No one tells you "I love New York City- it's so dirty and gross!" But I will tell you. Every night I came back to hotel room wanting to take a shower. Nevertheless, I loved it and want to go back. So the awesomeness definitely outweighs the grossness.

We drove from Rochester into the city. The drive was beautiful. But navigating Manhattan on your own- I don't recommend doing that.

Lincoln Tunnel- when you come out on the other side, you enter complete chaos.

See? Complete chaos. We stayed at the Marriott Times Square. The same hotel where just a few weeks earlier, a van with a bomb was parked in front of. That did great things for my anxiety level. But our hotel is to the right of us. And Aaron, after driving around in circles trying to get to our hotel, ended up ditching me and the kids in a "Bus Loading Only" zone, and then took off. I checked us in, got us up to our room. And then sat on the bed on the verge of having an anxiety attack.

We were there from Friday-Wednesday. And we packed it in. One thing I realized once we got home is that we are horrible at taking pictures on vacations. This was at the top of Rockefeller Center. (Or Top of The Rock.)

More from the top of Rockefeller Center. Parker holding The Empire State Building. We went there, too, but no pictures.

The M&M Store. I'm sticking this picture on here just because we miss Parker and his antics.

Aaron (and Parker) loved the NBC Store. Somehow, I missed it.

The Museum of Modern Art. We are not art people, and I'm just going to be honest and say we didn't love it. Anyway, that wall behind Parker and Maddy, and Starry Nights, is temporary. And the security guard freaked out over how close the kids were to the painting and the wall. Whoops. We left after that.

Outside of Carnegie Deli. The pastrami was heaven.

Sunday, after church. Now that would have been a good sight seeing picture to take- outside of the LDS church/Temple building. But nope- no picture there, either. We went to Sacrament meeting- it was incredible. Small chapel in a high rise. And the entire congregation had professional voices.

My drunk on sprite husband. "Getcha hands outta thair."

We saw Wicked on Maddy's sweet 16 birthday. We LOVED it! I cried my eyes out.

We finished celebrating Maddy's big day at Serendipity. After I took this picture, Tom and Suri Cruise walked in and were sat right behind where Parker is sitting. We were seriously dying!

DYING! It was a memorable birthday moment for Maddy!

Rockefeller Center- where the gold statue man is, and those umbrellas are where the ice skaters skate in the winter time. We didn't wake up at the crack of dawn to do The Today Show. But we did hit the JCrew store across the street.

Grand Central Station.

We LOVED the Museum of Natural History. We ate at the Shake Shack afterward for lunch. One of the best cheeseburgers I've ever had. And they had fountain diet coke. Which, for your information, is hard to find in NYC.

Aaron took close to one hundred photos of the church and fire station across from Ground Zero. It was a pretty incredible experience to see it all in person.

More stuff we don't want to forget;

1. Juniors- where we would grab breakfast in the morning, and a treat and diet coke at the end of each very long day.

2. Our 30 minute experience on Canal Street. We didn't see "the good stuff".

3. The Nannies + kids at the park in the Financial District.

4. Central Park- which smells a lot like urine, and the crazy man who followed us.
5. The peddler on the corner who was selling "The Ultimate Stimulus Package".
6. The Apple Store.
7. The street dancers- they were awesome!
8. The Muslim wedding party in the middle of the street in front of Grand Central Station.

And lastly, a special thank you to Grant & Kelly, and my mom for watching the boys so we could take our big kids on a really fun vacation. Even though I was a nervous wreck, and was convinced that I was going to die- to the point of actually typing up a will (which we should really have already had on file)- we had the best time, and made really great memories with Parker and Maddy.

The End.

We Have Ourselves A Missionary

2010-11-28T17:24:00.003-07:00

Or a "mishamary" as Jack and Charlie call him. He's been in the MTC for 11 days, and it already feels like forever. I keep waiting for him to walk in the back door, 5 minutes after curfew.

Can I admit that I miss him more than I thought I would? I mean, I knew I would miss the kid. As hard as it was to "parent" him, and there were some difficult days, I knew from past experiences with Scout Camp, soccer tournaments, and EFY that when he's gone for a any amount of time, he is sorely missed by everyone in our house. But this is so much worse than Scout Camp or EFY. There's a BIG empty spot in our house and it's sad.

We got our first letter last Tuesday. He loves the MTC, his district, and the church. We laughed at his "Parker" humor, and then talked about if we could only be a fly on the wall. What I would give to see him as a missionary.

The Drop Off Day (just so we don't forget): He chose sushi for his lunch with the family. We went to Happy Sumo at Riverwoods, and we were the ONLY missionary family there. I was only a little bit surprised by that. I'm guessing Sizzler and Olive Garden were where the action was at. But Parker has always had a preference for delicious and expensive food. After lunch, we met his Mom at the Provo Temple so he could say goodbye. And then we drove across the street to the MTC. We were directed to almost the very last curb-side parking slot, and as we found our way there, we passed an army of missionaries standing along the curb greeting all of the new missionary arrivals. It was an amazing thing to see so many young faces who were committed to serving the Lord for 2 years all over the world. I immediately lost it.

Parker anxiously hopped out of the car, shook hands with the 4 missionaries assigned to our parking stall, and grabbed his luggage. He was ready. He hugged us all. Said his goodbyes. And was on his way. Not a tear shed, that we saw. Meanwhile, Aaron, Maddy, and I stood by crying our eyes out.

We cried some more on the way home. Jack and Charlie asked when Parker would be home. Max, I think, understood more seriously what 2 years meant. Aaron tried to go back to work, only to come home early. Our house was quiet and somber. And still feels very empty.

There is some sense of relief in sending Parker on a mission. It's knowing that he made it. And not because of anything we necessarily said or did. But we've spent the last 9 years crossing our fingers, and praying our hearts out that he'd choose to serve a mission. And the day finally came that he did. And it was all his choice completely. There is also a sense of relief knowing that someone else is enforcing the rules and his curfew. And in not having to worry about girls, text messaging, and where he is at night.

He leaves for Jacksonville, FL December 8th. We know a handful of people that live in that mission who we are hoping will help keep him fed and remind him that he is loved and missed by us at home.

To Florida- prepare for Elder Parker Grant. That boy is a force to be reckoned with, and he's got some good news to share with you!

New York- The Church History Part

2010-07-30T00:00:00.001-06:00

This post is straight up, just the facts and site seeing. Nothing exciting. But for me, it was the highlight of our trip. Our second day, we drove from Rochester to Palmyra, and I found myself wanting to house hunt in that cute, quaint, little town. Between the old brick houses, the sprawling yards with huge trees, I fell in love. And regrettably, I didn't take any pictures of that part of town.

We started our tour at the Smith Family farm.

This used to be the road that was actually used to drive through town. On the right side is the Smith family house, and Sacred Grove, and on the left is Alvin Smith's house. The Church eventually created a new paved road. It is crazy to me that just 20 years ago, people were driving right through the property.

The Palmyra Temple built just across the street from the Smith Family property. The story is told that after the temple was built, President Hinckley wanted to trim the trees so that you could see the Sacred Grove from the temple window. This is the only clear window in any of the temples. The city denied his request. But soon after, a storm came through town, and just happened to clear away the branches and trees to allow the view from the temple window.

Alvin Smith's house. He was the oldest of the Smith brothers. This house was a mansion compared to the small Smith family home. It had been bought and sold through the years. The church eventually reclaimed it, and recently stripped away the additions restoring it to it's original state.

Aaron took a picture in front of this house when he was on his mission. I need to find it to compare.

The Smith family barn.

Parker in front of the cooper's shed.

The pathway to the Sacred Grove. It was more beautiful than I expected. It lies just behind the Smith house- incredible that such a beautiful place of peace and refuge was in their backyard.

One of my favorite pictures from our trip. Maddy and Aaron. Sacred Grove. Special.

We drove by the temple on our way to the Hill Cummorah. It was tiny- maybe as big as a church building, but smaller than a Stake Center.

Maddy, Aaron, and Parker at the Hill Cummorah Monument.

At the Visitor's Center at the Hill Cummorah, where we happened to run into Aaron's mission president's younger brother, who was serving a mission with his wife. Small world.

The Urban Spoon app, care of my phone, suggested Mark's Pizzeria, and we were in heaven. The cheese bread was to die for!

The EB Grandin Building was also incredible. This is where the first Books of Mormon were published.
A: it is incredible what went into making a book back in those days.
And 2- it is an amazing story. They still have the original ink splattered on the walls, and the original wood floors. The towns people would often meet in this building to talk about the latest goings on, or to play games and read books.

I wanted those books, and the book shelves.

After that, we got some ice cream. Parker, Maddy, and Kaylie.

And Aaron makes the best faces.

We walked down the street to see Alvin's grave. He is the only one in his family buried there.

Then to the Martin Harris farm. There wasn't much here- a house and property. The house wasn't the original, and they don't give tours. So we took a picture of Parker and the sign. But the couple here told us about a fireside that night at the Peter Whitmer farm. So we drove about 15 minutes to Fayette.

We arrived to find out that the fireside had been canceled. And the cute, little missionary couple was locking up the building. They were nice enough to let us in, and give us the tour anyway. Once we stepped inside the chapel, Aaron realized it was the building he had been in when he conducted a missionary conference while on his mission. President Hinckley was presiding, and Aaron was able to sit next to him. They also let us walk through the Peter Whitmer home.

And there you have it. Our church history tour in a big nutshell. By far my favorite part of our entire trip. So worth it!

New York- Niagra Falls

2010-07-15T18:08:00.002-06:00

Ahhh, New York. Where do I start? We had been telling the kids since we got married that we would take them there. Aaron served in the Rochester, NY mission, and I had always wanted to visit NYC. The plan had always been to take Parker before he left on his mission (and of course, Maddy, too.) Sadly and unbelievably enough, that time had come. With mission papers in the works, we planned our trip.

I have to say, my biggest anxiety about this trip was about leaving our little boys. Aaron and I have never been away from our kids- any of our kids- at the same time, for more than 1 night. And I so did not want to leave them, but knew that we owed Parker and Maddy some quality vacation time. And I knew that this kind of vacation would not be fun for the little boys. So while we planned our vacation, I also planned for our deaths (my travel anxiety always includes someone dying- usually, it's me.) I wrote a will, gave my brother, Grant, specific instructions, and then prayed my guts out that we would return, and all would be well. Needless to say, those prayers worked.

We took the red eye Rochester, arriving around 8am. We rented a car, checked into our place to freshen up, and had breakfast at a very slow restaurant with crappy service. Perkins. Don't eat there. And then we got on the road headed for Niagara Falls.

So this is where our trip begins- photographically.

First impression- everything is so green and lush. And humid. And "this" is Niagara Falls? I was expecting more, and all I was seeing was a green park. But then we walked up these stairs to find the picture below. I have to say, even having seen Superman, I was not prepared for how amazing the falls were. Are they part of the 7 Wonders? Because I was in awe.

Those buildings across the way ... that's Canada

It was overcast, drizzly, and coldish. But we had a great time.

The Maid of The Mist. I was super nervous about this, because of my hate/hate relationship with small boats. But since this was not on the ocean, it wasn't rocking- and all I could think of was Jim and Pam getting married on a boat just like this one. I braved the boat, and the elements, and although I was a nervous wreck, especially when we got close to the falls, I survived! And it was worth it.

Silly Aaron

I don't know that I have ever known these two to have gotten along better than they did while on this trip. We traveled with our neighbors, the Smiths, who also have a teenage son and daughter, which made for extra good times for our teenagers.

One more family picture, with the American Falls in the background. I love that they are called the American Falls. We later ate at Hard Rock Cafe, and came out to find a Mercedes brand bus. I was dying to see how "Mercedes" it was inside, but it was not available to tour.

To end the day, we drove back to Rochester, and called it a night. I have to thank the Schwendiman's for letting us stay in their home. We tried our best not to be an inconvenience to them, but we would come home and wake up to spreads of food on the table. She even set out umbrella's knowing we might need them. And we loved getting to know them. Highly recommend the Schwendiman B&B, only available with the right connections.

P.S. If you visit Niagara Falls, please know beforehand that there is a JCrew outlet store in the mall across from Niagara Falls. I did NOT know this while we were there. Talk about devastated.

It Was Even Flag Day

2010-07-09T01:40:00.001-06:00

After talking BIG for years, we finally took Parker and Maddy to New York. But this post is only about one of our many sight seeing moments. I'll get to the good stuff later.

On June 14th, Flag Day, we took the subway to see the Statue of Liberty.

(Sorry. No pictures of us on the subway.)

While on the subway, and riding southward sideways, I realized I had not taken my motion/car/slight movement sickness meds.

Headache. Feeling slightly sicky. But resolved to be strong and recover quickly because we were going to see the Statue of Liberty, dang it. And on Flag Day, no less. And you have to know, I LOVE the Statue of Liberty. LOVE.

As we walked towards the boat, I stopped dead in my tracks. I don't know what I was thinking. I obviously wasn't thinking. I saw the boats, on the water, rocking. Violently. And in what Aaron deemed my Oscar worthy "Best Drama" performance, I immediately broke into tears.

"I can't do it, Aaron. I can't get on the boat!"

In my world, a rocking boat equals the emptying of my stomach. Aaron asked if I took my meds. I tell him I can't find them. ANYWHERE. (And believe me, I had looked EVERYWHERE after we got off the subway.) But Aaron opened my bag only to find them immediately. (Because he is magic like that.)

So I take my meds, resolve again to be strong and "mind over matter" this thing. Plus, I knew Aaron would be COMPLETELY mad at me if I didn't get on the boat, and see the statue. So I got on the boat.

Me. Near an open window. Just waiting for the inevitable. And what a sweetheart of a husband to make sure he got a picture of my crusty, grumpy, sick self.

When we got to the island, I found a place to sit and not move. I couldn't even find it in me to walk to the actual statue. Even as I write, I feel so disappointed in myself. But it was so bad. At that moment, I hated the Statue of Liberty. And the boat. But here are Parker, Aaron, and Maddy so happy to be with Lady Liberty, and not their over dramatic sickly wife/stepmom.

There she is. In all her glory. Thanks to Aaron for taking these pictures. There is a 6 month wait if you want to visit the base, and the crown. So plan accordingly.

And up close. Isn't she amazing? Seriously so sad I didn't conquer my sea sickness on Flag Day. Unbelievably lame and pathetic. But it was that bad.

I later purchased a large diet coke, and immediately felt better. More New York to come. Stay tuned.

p.s. we celebrated Aaron every day at home. Promise. (see May 14.)

The Day It Snowed In May

2010-05-24T19:33:00.001-06:00

It snowed today. And my piano playing children feel it necessary to pound out Christmas carols while the others sing along.

I can honestly say that snow in the month of May is the ugliest thing I have ever seen.

But in an exchange over Gmail Chat with Aaron this afternoon, I came to realize something really important. As I was trying to talk him into rescuing me from the hell of my current condition- trapped in frigid temperatures when the sun should be shining it's way into my heart. And Aaron telling me that we would never be able to sell our house in this market EVEN IF he wanted to rescue me- I stopped to think about the other things I would be complaining about if we were ever to move back to California.

And I realized this: If the only thing I have to complain about living in Utah is lingering too cold weather, then I shouldn't be complaining. And with that, I just want to say that I am a very blessed girl.

The Love Story of Aaron & Mandee

2010-05-14T17:38:00.001-06:00

(2007)

This month we will celebrate 9 years of happy marriage. I love that we got married on the last day of May because it leaves me all month long to think about why I love Aaron. He is honestly the best thing that ever happened to me.

Since his birthday is at the end of the month as well, I've decided to celebrate him and his awesomeness for the next two weeks- on the blog, and at home.

This was a post from the old blog- and one of my favorites. I begged Aaron to play along, and he did, which was painful for him. But I will forever be grateful because his answers make me laugh every time I read them.

So without further adieu, I give a reprisal of:

The HE SAID, SHE SAID version of The Love Story of Aaron and Mandee

1. Where did you meet your wife/husband?
He Said: UVSC parking lot
She Said: At at dance for single people ages 25-30, at UVSC. I was 24, and he was 32.

2. What was the first thing you said to your wife/husband?
He Said: Have you ever seen a dancers body before? It's ok, drink it in.
She Said: I like your Tiva's. Actually, I have no idea what I said to him.

3. Where was your first date?

He Said: I invited myself to join her and her friend on a trip to Harry O's in Park City
She Said: We went to Harry O's (a dance club in Park City) the night after we met, but I don't count that as a date. But I don't remember what our first "official" date was. Once, we hit golf balls and ate at Macaroni Grill. That was fun.

4. Where was your first kiss?

He Said: On the couch in her condo. Something we will both remember forever.
She Said: I don't remember, but Aaron said it was on the couch in my condo.

5. Did you have a long or short engagement/courtship?

He Said: I would say long to really long. It was pretty much just like the show "The Courtship of Eddy's Father", except I didn't have a kid named Eddy.
She Said: We dated for 1 year non-seriously. 7 months seriously. And we were engaged for 4.5 months.

6. Where did you get engaged?

He Said: I don't remember, but she swears it was in my condo.
She Said: In his condo... it's a long, but kind of cute story better saved for another day.

7.Where did you get married?He Said: Mount Timpanogos Utah Temple
She Said: The Mt. Timpanogos Temple in American Fork, Utah

8. How did the reception go?He Said: Much better than I though it would.
She Said: We didn't have one since it was Aaron's 2nd marriage, and anyone who really cared that I was FINALLY getting married (at 26) lived in Bakersfield. We had a beautiful luncheon at the Alpine Art Center. And really, if I had to do it all over again, I would do it all different. And I'm sure that surprises no one.

9. How was the honeymoon?He Said: Pretty good considering the word honeymoon has its roots in the Norse word "hjunottsmanathr" which was anything but blissful. Northern European history describes the abduction of a bride from neighboring village. It was imperative, that the abductor, the husband to be, take his bride to be into hiding for period of time. His friends assured his and her safe keeping and kept their whereabouts unknown. Once the bride's family gave up their search, the bride groom returned to his people.

Her family gave up after one day, and I returned to my people.
She Said: Awkward. Ha ha. But seriously. We got married on a Thursday, and spent the weekend at Deer Valley in Park City (it was gorgeous). We didn't want to go very far because we had so many family and friends who came in from out of town. And it just didn't seem right to leave town, when those people whom we love and spend so much time missing, just got there. So we hung out with family, slept in Park City, and went to our new ward on Sunday.

"Hi, we're the Grants. We just got married on Thursday and our neighbors, the Romines, are so relieved that we finally tied the knot, since the realtor told them when we bought our house 6 weeks earlier that we were just planning on living together."

And those are the first 2+ years of Aaron and Mandee. And we still love each other. A lot. A LOT, a lot.

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And 3 years after that, we still love each other, a LOT, a lot. So here's to celebrating him for the next two weeks. Even though he deserves to be celebrated every day. (I should probably put that on my daily to-do list.)

1. Celebrate Aaron
2. fold the laundry

I love you, Aaron-
Mandee

5 Good Reasons For Mother's Day

2010-05-09T12:13:00.001-06:00

pictured here- by KM

Every day I pray for compassion, understanding, and patience. And for them.

When I walk into a room with clothes spilled all over the floor, with Transformers and cars intermingled with socks, and a piece of dried, crusty bread underneath the bed. Because little boys think it's fun to throw throw a laundry basket of white socks and mini boxer briefs onto the floor while they jump on their beds. Because life is a great big party, and that party deserves huge chunks of confetti, and let's serve some bread for desert.

Or when a teenager comes home at 1:30AM after asking for an extended curfew, and then extending it a little bit longer on his own.

Or when I find a pair of shoes by the front door, and the garage door, and on the stairs, and next to the couch ... and a sweatshirt on the kitchen floor and then another one on the back of the couch.

And especially when my request for help picking up the house is met with groans and whining. Multiple times, daily.

And then there are the moments when I hear one little boy say to another "I love Mommy", and my heart melts. And the teenager says "it was fun hanging out with you", and my heart feels like it is about to burst. And the other teenager cleans the entire kitchen without being asked, and I wonder how she knew I needed that today. Those are the times when I think to myself "I wouldn't give up this life for all the money in the world".

A lot of times, I am not a soft and quiet mom. I can be harsh and abrasive. I can be strict with consequences and logic. But I know, that aside from God, no one can love my kids like I do, or as much as I do.

The thought often comes to my mind, usually when I am frustrated with a mess or bad behavior- "it is your job to train these children"- and not just in teaching them to keep a clean room, or what telling a LIE is, but other things too. To help them become good fathers and a good mother. To be a faithful and supportive spouse. To help them learn to be good citizens, and to care about our history, our freedom, and our Earth. To develop strong testimonies of Jesus Christ and to "love one another". To give freely, and question what the world offers boldly. To be brave and true in living their life. To value education and learning, and reading and writing. To know how to use "their" and "there" and "your" and "you're", especially on FB. That there will be a million opportunities in this life, and to take advantage of all of the GOOD ones. And not to forgot- a big hug can make all the difference.

On this Mother's Day, I want my kids to know how much I love them, and that I am the luckiest mom in the whole entire world five times over!

I LOVE YOU,

Mom/Mandee

Jack's First Primary Talk

2010-04-29T14:42:00.001-06:00

Jack gave his first talk in Primary last Sunday. I asked Aaron if I could video tape it at church, but he said that would be tacky. So we video'd him later at home. It's 4 minutes of complete family chaos, just know that it went off without a hitch in Primary.

Also note;

1- The "other people" that Jack refers to- during singing time, the chorister had kids help her hold up pictures while they were singing. Jack felt strongly that he needed "other people" to help him hold his pictures.

2- I already know that I sound like a mean mom when I'm telling Jack to leave his jacket alone. But I wasn't trying to be mean- and I didn't feel mean when I said it.

3- I can't figure out how to edit the video, so there are 2 minutes of typical Grant family chaos at the end. But make sure you tell Aaron what a great voice he has.

Jack's First Primary Talk from Aaron & Mandee Grant on Vimeo.

More fun in Primary- Max was also spotlighted in Sr. Primary. He filled this paper out himself at an activity in January.

My favorite parts are;

"Some of my talents are-" bowling (we never go bowling)
"One thing I really don't like is-" my brothers bug me (yet, another proud moment)
and his birthday is wrong.

The Best Surprise Party Ever

2010-04-23T14:43:00.001-06:00

Eleven years ago this month, I had broken up with a serious "I might marry you" boyfriend, and heard that I didn't get the job at Franklin Covey that I was positively without a doubt sure I was going to get. When I went to a friend's house for consolation and good advice, she said "It's okay ... life is like a big surprise party! Sometimes it's hard to understand, but in the end, everything will work out!"

I was 24 at the time. And trying to find the right place for me. The right job, the right place to live, the right person to marry ... trying to figure out just WHERE I was supposed to be. And having been so sure of a certain person, and a certain job, only to find out that they weren't such sure things, gave me cause to doubt myself.

Little did I know that my Surprise Party wasn't far away. Two weeks later, Franklin Covey called to offer me the job. And a month after that I met Aaron. It's true. Life is a big, (and constant) (both good and not so good) surprise party. And I was reminded of that when I watched this video.

On a side note, thanks to Michael Buble for a happy song and video- which seems to be rare these days.

The Way It Is

2010-04-19T11:12:00.001-06:00

-someone needs to clean that mirror-

Life is busy, and our kids are awesome and crazy, and I don't want to forget life, the way it is, right now. So, we'll start with ...

Parker: Is almost finished with his second semester of college. Which he paid all on his own. He's still working at Kneaders (everyone's favorite Kneaders boy), going to school, and helping his (real) mom with her boys. Oh, and he managed to get his Eagle Project finished in the nick of time- without any help or pressure from us. One of our proudest moments! Last Sunday, I walked into Sacrament Meeting to see him sitting on the stand to bless the Sacrament. I immediately welled up with tears- I felt so proud of him. This boy has been so good lately. He makes us laugh, is mostly nice to his siblings, and has good friends. Love him!

Maddy: Working hard to keep her grades up- close to a 4.0. Since college is just around the corner for her, "we" are busy making sure she doesn't miss any requirements, test dates, etc. She loves her friends and loves taking silly pictures with anyone who will join her. She prefers sweats over "outfits", and enjoys a good television show while knitting away (thanks Aunt Kelly). I occasionally find her at the sewing machine working on little projects. I love this girl. I love that she doesn't care if she looks like the rest, or dresses like the rest, and that she doesn't care about the in crowd. She is her own happy person! That same last Sunday, Maddy spoke in church on Faith in Jesus Christ- aside from Aaron finding a story for her to use in her talk, she wrote it all on her own. And we were so proud! Seriously, I have never cried so many happy tears in one Sunday. She recently completed her Young Women Personal Progress program, which is the equivalent of an Eagle Project for girls. And she is the best daughter in the world!

Maxwell: Such a good boy. Getting old and big. He is tall, and loves to be outside with friends. We live in Boy-Ville (as one of my neighbors called it) so there is no shortage of friends to play in the dirt with. He is playing soccer and baseball right now, and loves both sports. But if you ask him, his favorite sport is golf- which he rarely plays. He loves to practice piano and I love to hear him play. He gets 100% on his spelling tests, loves to read, and is a good boy in class. I help in his classroom on Wednesdays- before I leave, I always try to give him a kiss, and he always turns his cheek to me, a little bit embarrassed. I love this little boy.

Charlie: My little turd child. Also known as Awesome. This kid has the McCaleb temper and I am trying to break him of it. I told Aaron a few weeks ago that I feel like he's a bad boyfriend that screams at me one minute, and 5 minutes later gives me a big hug and kiss and tells me how much he loves me. Needless to say, Charlie requires a large dose of parenting and one on one time. Charlie does not like soccer- and to watch him is like watching Pee Wee Herman running down the soccer field. SO cute. And so funny. Charlie does like t-ball. And he's teaching himself to read. He will bring books to me, and ask if he can read them. At first he would name each letter, then he started blending sounds ... and now he is sounding out words. All on his own. And he wants to sleep with the books. Which is fine with me.

Jack: My crazy baby that isn't a baby, but I will always call my baby. He's potty trained! Except that he's had two accidents- not at home, so I'm blaming those on the "he didn't know where the bathroom was" excuse. He loves to wear masks- sometimes Spider Man, but mostly Batman. And depending on what we are doing or where we are going, it's a different Batman. Last weekend while we were working in the yard, he was Dirt Batman. Before church, he was Church Batman. At dinner time, he is Dinner Batman. He has an imaginary friend named "Lightening", and today he was hell bent on showing me where he lived. So we drove to the next neighborhood over, and he picked out a house that has stairs that go "down up side to side". (We don't know what that means, either.) We wonder if Lightening knows Gaba-jean, who was Max's imaginary friend. Jack refers to the dark as "pinch black", and stutters when he begins his sentence with "I ..."

"I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm going to Lightening's house today!"

Our pediatrician says not to worry, so we aren't. Oh and he LOVES puzzles. The little boys all do. It's their latest obsession. We are going through a puzzle phase. And a Lemon Squishy phase. (Ask Aaron.)

I am at a place in life that seemed so far away just 2 years ago. It's official. We have big kids.

p.s. After watching Dan In Real Life last night, I realized that I am married to "Dan", in real life. (Except that Aaron would never do that to his brother.) Love that movie, and LOVE my Aaron.

Be Lise

2010-04-09T10:54:00.001-06:00

We're off to a bad start today. After two time outs for Max, for being rude to both of his brothers, and the message still not sinking in, I decided to try sentences. I told him "I want you to write, 20 times, 'I will be nice to my brothers', and then bring it to me."

And this is what he brought to me. Apparently I didn't annunciate the "N" in nice very well. Other than that, he clearly followed my directions. After we had a talk about what I really meant, and a quick spelling lesson (n-i-c-e) I settled for fifteen sentences, and now ... hoping for a good rest of the day.

At The Movies

2010-04-09T09:58:00.001-06:00

Today is the last day a spring break. We usually spend the week in California, where we lounge around the pool, spend time at the beach, soak up every ounce of ocean air- and then casually look at houses and try to justify actually packing up and moving our happy life to better weather.

This year, we did none of that. And through the snow and crappy weather, I lived to promise Aaron and the kids that we will NEVER stay in Utah for spring break ever again. Ever, ever, ever.

We had two days of "Fun Mom" though. On Wednesday, I took the kids to see that Dragon movie in 3D. And from the pictures you can tell it was serious business. I even splurged and treated them to the Theater Kids Meal. Actually, I went all out, and we had lunch at the Thanksgiving Point Deli, and then walked around the entry of the Dinosauer Museum, before movie time ... we had a good 90 minutes to kill. And I probably spent just as much money on our outing.

Thursday, I took them to the park in Alpine, also known as "Rubber Park". Max and Charlie lasted a whole 15 minutes before they were in timeout for yelling at each other on the slide. And then it was only 30 more minutes before they were all on my blanket crying because they were hungry and thirsty.

Anyway, when I took these pictures and sent them to Aaron, I also included a note that said "having the best time with these boys." It was one of those "Good Days". And I loved every minute of it.

I stayed in Utah for Spring Break, and all I got was dumb snow, AND the best time with my kids.

Charlie In The Middle

2010-04-03T20:30:00.001-06:00

I found these pictures stashed in the photo library on the computer this week. Sadly and regrettably, I have to admit that Charlie's life as a baby is a blur. If I could have one "baby do-over", without a doubt, I would choose Charlie.

On the flip side, today and yesterday he has been a terror. Yesterday, he took off with a neighbor boy and didn't tell me where he was going. I drove through the neighborhood yelling his name, calling almost every neighbor that has a child his age, and mass texting "Is Charlie at your house? Will you send him home so I can spank him? Thanks!"

(I'm kidding about the spanking part.)

Today, he hung on my wood shutters, breaking each individual shutter slat off it's hinge.

(No do overs for today or yesterday.)

I had been thinking earlier this week, after finding these pictures, how my Charlie's baby life got swallowed up by older siblings, and the surprise pregnancy of little brother. And in selling and building a house. Gosh, if I could go back and do things over, I would take him out of his swing, or saucer, or bouncer and snuggled and loved that baby until the next one came. I would forget about house stuff. Let my dreams of granite counter tops and more square footage go. I would stagger nap times to allow for one on one time. I would take him on every mom and dad date just because. And then video tape every minute of his baby life.

Dear Mandee,

Let this be a lesson learned to pay more attention to the middle child. And maybe, he won't be so naughty.

Love,
Mandee

Between Winter And Summer

2010-03-26T21:02:00.001-06:00

(Charlie and Jack- March 2010)

Spring weather in Utah is bipolar. One day it's beautiful and sunshiny, and the next, it's a blizzard. We don't put the sleds away until we know for sure that Summer is right around the corner. And dresser drawers are doubled up with both winter and summer clothing.

Pictured above: This happens to be a really fun way to try to break a bone or two. The boys jump from the neighbor's picnic table, onto an obstacle course made of sleds, hoping to avoid the football.

I thought about telling them to stop. But I didn't. And if you know how much of a "don't do that!", "stop that!" "you're going to kill yourself!" kind of mom I am, you will be proud that I refrained.

Chipping Apples

2010-03-24T10:56:00.001-06:00

Today, Jack got dressed all by himself.

Last night he climbed into bed with me. And he was wide awake. At 3 years and 8.5 months, he isn't a baby anymore. But I still find myself wanting to savor every moment of his littleness, and last night was no different. I was happy he came down to hang out with me. And we snuggled up and went to sleep.

But this morning, he woke up and wanted to get his day started! "I want breakfast, Mom!"
But I needed more Jack love, so I told him I would make him breakfast after he gave me ten hugs. I hugged, and he counted. Then I made him toast.

At some point, he sneaked off (let me pause for a moment to say that using the word "sneaked" feels completely awkward to me, but spell check is telling me that "snuck" is not a word) ... which usually isn't a good thing. So when Charlie started calling for him, and we found Jack standing at the top of the stairs, all dressed for his day, announcing "HERE!" ... I was relieved that he hadn't been secretly trashing some part of the house, and sad in the realization that my big baby boy had picked out a weather appropriate outfit, and put it on himself.

I am fighting this growing up thing, and it's not working. At all.

Plan B: To savor every moment of every age, because dang it- it's passing too quickly.

p.s. today he asked me to "chip" his apple- which meant he wanted me to take the first bite so he could eat it. And I don't want to forget that either.

TIME by Chantal Kreviazuk

Time, where did you go?
Why did you leave me here alone?
Wait, don't go so fast
I'm missing the moments as they pass
Now I've looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer
So wait for me this time
I'm down I'm down on my knees I'm begging for all your sympathy
But you (I'm just an illusion) you don't seem to care (I wish that I could)
You humble people everywhere (I don't mean to hurt you)
Now I've looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer
I'll take what you give me. Please know that I'm learning
So wait for me this time
I should've know better
I shouldn't have wasted those days
And afternoons and mornings
I threw them all away
Now this is my time
I'm going to make this moment mine.
(I shouldn't have wasted those days)
I'll take what you give me. Please know that I'm learning
I've looked in the mirror
My world's getting clearer
So wait for me this time

Jumping Jack

2010-03-18T20:37:00.001-06:00

It was a whopping 63 degrees yesterday! In March, in Utah, we call that summertime. While the boys were at school, Jack and I enjoyed the sunshine! It was a happy day!

Today was, and still is, windy and cold with some rain. Sad kids ... sad mom. Instead of enjoying the sunshine, Jack and I enjoyed some good sales at the Gap. And an escalator ride in Nordstrom. C'est la vie.

Why Today is Better Than Yesterday

2010-03-10T17:07:00.001-07:00

(Even Spidey needs to practice piano. Jack- 3 years old)

By 4pm yesterday, I wanted the day to be over.

Yesterday, Jack and I power-struggled over potty training. You know what they say about one step forward, two steps back ... I believe it's Jack's potty training mantra. But today, we accomplished a poop in the potty, and mom is happy.

Yesterday I made oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. Brooke reminded me that I hadn't had my weekly dose. But I forgot the salt. Today, I tried again. I didn't forget the salt, but I burned the first batch. Still, better than yesterday.

Yesterday, I didn't get any mail. Today, I got a fun package from Stephanie, and a gift card from Dear Lizzie. But no note on the gift card. I don't know if it was meant to be anonymous, but a huge, heartfelt, sincere thank you to whomever it is from. And to my sweet friend Stephanie, too.

Yesterday, I had dinner with some of my favorite people. Good friends from our old neighborhood that miss a lot. I didn't want the day to be over while I was at dinner, but it was short lived because every minute of our family schedule is accounted for, and I had to leave after an hour to be somewhere else ... just as important.

Yesterday, I found out I am in charge of decorating Maxwell's classroom door on Monday. It's teacher appreciation week, and I was one of two moms that volunteered to help. I am not crafty, nor creative. But I am helpful. And when I have projects like this, I feel overwhelmed and can't function until I have it all figured out. And even then, I am horrible at execution. The door will be ugly. I just need to prepare myself for disappointment. And I hate that.

Yesterday, I didn't do any laundry. Today, right now, I am on my 5th load. I don't like doing laundry, but I like for my boys to have clean underwear.

Yesterday, my boys ran out of clean underwear. Today, they have clean underwear.

Speaking of underwear, Jack has almost depleted his collection. Because I toss when it comes to potty training.

I totally forgot to pick the kids from school- but that was today. Sometimes, I hate carpool. I am probably better off taking and picking my kids up from school EVERYDAY. Why am I not doing that anyway? Next year, no carpool.

Yesterday was cold, windy, rainy, and then snowy. Today is just cold and windy.

And finally, today is one day closer to the weekend. And I LOVE the weekend.

Dream Big

2010-03-04T17:54:00.001-07:00

It's hailing tiny, little white balls right now. And now I think it's turned into snow. Can hail turn into snow just like that?

And can my three and a half year old figure out that poo belongs in the potty just like that?

We've been fighting with Jack for the last couple of months over potty training. We've done diapers, then pull ups, and then undies, and then back to pull ups. And threatened to break out the crib in effort to humiliate the poor child. But he likes being a baby, or at least my baby. So he said emphatically "YES!" to the crib. Backfired.

My most recent incentive was a Nintendo DS. He LOVES video games. He loves to play Super Mario on Maxwell's DS. He loves the Wii. He loves the XBOX. So I grounded him from all video game systems, put the new, pretty colbalt blue DS on the counter, and told Jack he could only play Super Mario on Maxwell's DS if he was sitting on the potty.

Day after day, he would say he needed to poo on the potty because he needed his gaming fix. And he would play Super Mario to his hearts content, sitting on the potty.

He even came up with his own potty signals; which are difficult to describe. Video definitely required.

But today, he said he needed to go potty. So I placed him on his seat, gave him Maxwell's DS, and he went to work. I was sitting in the kitchen when I heard him say "Hey! My poo come-d out!"

And sure enough, he had done it. Jack poo'd on the potty. I screamed a happy scream, danced around in the half bathroom, and gave that little boy a great big hug.

We celebrated by opening his DS, and calling Dad.

I know this is merely a baby step in the progression of potty training. But the thought of being done with diapers gives me a happy high, and more so, the fact that he did it all on his own- a proud moment for this mom. Even if it's just pooping on the potty.

And you can bet your boxers that I'm hoping and praying that we're done done done with disposable underwear.

In Real Life

2010-03-01T10:55:00.001-07:00

Age 2- Denver, I think.

Today is my birthday, and this year I am thirty-five. Knee deep in my thirties. I've been saying for the past 4 years that being thirty-something is awesome. Although wrinkles have surfaced, and shedding any amount of weight requires hard work, I believe that becoming thirty-something offers more in the ways of experience and lessons learned (which is probably what causes the wrinkles and added weight) that have helped me to happily kiss my twenties good-bye. However, as I turn thirty-five today and start my downhill run towards forty, I am pausing to gear up for that road. That is to say, I am not as excited for forty.

But about my thirty-fifth birthday. I was talking to a friend about how birthdays are more of a disappointment than a celebration anymore. I am married, with 5 kids, a stay at home mom, and the cleaner of all things dirty in my house. No matter how I schedule, or what I plan, the plans fail miserably and there is still a load of laundry to be done, or a mess of milk to be cleaned up. My kids will still whine and cry ... Jack will still refuse to go poo on the potty ... the garbage will still pile up. Aaron will not figure out what to get me (not because I haven't dropped any hints), exercise and calorie counting will still be needed. I won't have anything to wear. The day will not change just because it marks my birth.

So this year, I am giving away all expectations. No big surprises, no "day off" from my motherhood career, and instead of the pounds magically melting away, I will expect to see the number on the scale higher tomorrow. But like the old, cliche email forward says- all of that will mean that I am with the people I love, that I have a hard working husband, that I will be well fed and celebrated, and that I am justified in buying a few new things to improve my wardrobe.

And those hints that I've dropped to Aaron ... let's just call me irrational.

My 35th Birthday Wish List:

a new car
to move to California
for Jack to poo on the potty
$1000 to spend at JCrew

Maybe irrational and extravagant. But honest. And happy. For my 35th birthday, you can call me happy.

p.s. Dear Abby, you didn't know that Remi actually looks like me. But she does.

Little Chocolatiers

2010-02-25T00:10:00.001-07:00

If you know anything about Aaron's side of the family, you know there is no shortage of family fun. I've said it before, and I'll say it again- I married into the best family! Aside from being really sincere, well rounded, fun loving, and generally affectionate people, they also dabble a little bit in Hollywood. One brother sued Stephen Speilberg for stealing his movie "Toy Soldiers" ... the brother won. There is also the legacy of The Family Feud- I think they won that, too. And fancy Grandma didn't get her name "Fancy Grandma" for no reason. She was Hollywood gorgeous, and had the wardrobe to match. And then there's Uncle Bart and Aunt Karen- whose long list of game show appearances include Supermarket Sweep, Family Challenge, and an experience in reality television for all of us.

Without giving away too many details- because you HAVE to watch the show, we were invited to a Grant Family Reunion with Bart, Karen, and family. Which is always fun times even without a TLC film crew. However, as Aaron called it- Bart and Karen would have thrown a WAY better party than the one that TLC set up for the Family Reunion episode. The party that they provided was a table of chips, pretzels, and a veggie tray. Sorry TLC, Aunt Karen does her parties up WAY, WAY, WAY more festive than that.

Here are some pictures from the event- that we took secretly (and not so secretly).

Jason, Cami, Chelsie, baby Hannah, with Sara, Josh, and Aubrey in the background.

Sara (aka Rachel McAdams), Connor, Josh, Parker, Peace Out Chad, and Kevin.

Sara's baby bump is so cute!

Me playing Bejewled (I confess, I'm an addict), and Maddy looking super happy to be a teenager.

Kids! I don't know if the toys belonged to TLC or the house, but we were more

than happy and relieved to have them around.

And Aaron won't let me post the last two pictures because of some non-disclosure agreement or something, I don't know ... but since he's always right, I guess I should listen to him.

The chocolate was delicious, the experience was memorable, and of course it's always good to be with the Grant side of the family ... where Aunt Karen's laugh is contagious, and Uncle Bart makes you feel like his favorite. (They're both mine.) Thanks again for such a fun opportunity. And to The Hatch's for sharing their tasty and impressive chocolatiering talents with us! Don't forget to watch Little Chocolatiers, on TLC.

P.S. After living only 4 hours of reality television, I completely understand why Jon & Kate are divorced.

This Old House

2010-02-20T21:22:00.001-07:00

When we bought our house three years ago, we didn't realize we were buying a fixer upper. When we found it- at the height of the housing boom, the foundation was just being poured. So the plans were already decided, but we were able to make some changes and choose some of what went into the house. But by the end of the very slow, frustrating, house building project, we felt no love for our builder, and agreed for him to just leave the house alone and we would buy it "as is".

One of my biggest disappointments was our kitchen. So these last few months we have been working to pretty it up. And it has made all the difference. Here are the before and afters of my new favorite part of the house.

The original cabinets- the cabinets weren't actually the ones I had picked out. And the beadboard that was on the vent hood didn't match the beadboard on the bar. In fact, there were three different kinds of beadboard on the bar. (Quality workmanship.)

A shot of the sink area.

In process of sanding down the original stain. We did this part ourselves, and it was a NIGHTMARE. Complete and total nightmare.

The black is now olive green, and the cabinets are cream.

An updated sink shot, without knobs ... yet.

A really dark picture of the almost finished project.

A cute girl by the name of Telisa took care of the cabinet doors, and then came back through and added some finishing touches like distressing, and glaze. Still needing knobs and a back splash.

Today marks the almost to the finish line of our new and much improved kitchen. Again, we are the worst at the picture taking thing, but that back splash made a HUGE difference in the look of our kitchen.

We had a little issue with that decorative piece over the range, but Javier fixed it and I'm happy about it.

It's amazing how much our "new" kitchen has helped me to love the rest of our house even more. I told Aaron that I just might be able to live in this house forever. The key word being "might". Because, really, if California ever invited us to move back, I'd have the Uhaul packed faster than you can say "warm and happy weather". And yes, I do realize that there are some truly amazing real life kitchens out there that mine doesn't hold a candle to. But for this girl, about this kitchen, I'm happy.

Credit Due:

Telisa's Furniture and Cabinet Refinishing (highly recommend her and her team)

tile work by Javier- he also does brick work

Don't Forget

2010-02-20T13:47:00.001-07:00

The other day, I picked Jack up from playing at a friends house while I had worked in Maxwell's classroom. He was excited to see me, and jumped into my arms. As we walked to the car, he said,

jack: Mom, I missed you.

me: I missed you, too Jack.

jack: Cause we love each other, huh ...

His routine every night has started to include this happy little meeting; after he's all tucked in with Charlie, in Charlie's bed, and Charlie has fallen asleep, Jack will show up at my side of the bed-

jack:  Mom, I'm tired.

me: I'm tired too, now get back in bed.

jack: but I miss you.

and then he gets in bed with us. I've never been one to argue with charm.

photo by k.m.

Our Dog Named Stella

2010-02-20T12:21:00.001-07:00

Sad Mom, sad Max, cute Stella, oblivious Charlie, and a nutty three year old

(2 minutes before we took this picture, Jack was laying on the wood

floor making snow angels. In swim goggles.)

Remember our dog that we got for Christmas? I do, and I miss her right now.

And so began our project in dog ownership. We had promised each other that we would never, under ANY circumstances, ever have a dog. Aaron and I had both grown up with dogs, Aaron even owned a dog in his prior (before Mandee) life. But we agreed that there were too many negatives to dog ownership for us, and our kids could enjoy the other dogs in the family.

And then, last November I caved. I caved to Parker and Maxwell's constantly wanting and asking for a dog. I caved when I cried my eyes out after watching that dog movie with Jennifer Aniston. I caved when we were coming up empty on Christmas present ideas. I caved when EVERYONE in our family had a dog, except for us. I caved when my mom moved back to CA and took the boys' "puppy" with her. After some absolute begging, pleading, and major deal making with Aaron, he finally caved too. And after long days of searching classified ads, and endless asking of questions to my friends who were dog owners, we settled on a Maltese/Shih Tzu mix, non-shedding, and hypo-allergenic, which was required for our two allergy affected family members- Aaron and Charlie.

Christmas came, the kids loved her, we loved her, and all was well.

Two weeks later, all was not well, and I put her on KSL. Aaron threatened to divorce me. Well, not really, but he was not at all happy that I was throwing in the towel so soon. But she was barking, and pooing, and was up in the middle of the night. She was codependent- if I went into a different room, she was barking up a storm. And really, if I wanted a newborn that required constant time and attention, we would have gone that route.

But I caved in again. He was right. I was throwing in the towel too soon. Not giving her a fair shake. But I needed more help. So we set up a schedule. And everyone took a turn to take her potty, feed her, and play with her. And that helped.

But what didn't help, was the fact that I realized that we are not dog people. And after some long talks with Aaron, he let me make a very difficult decision to find a new home for Stella. So I put her in the classifieds again. Two different people called wanting to see her, but after learning about their family situations ("we both work full time", and "my 8 year old really wants a puppy") I told them they weren't the right family for Stella. I mean, we could keep her in a crate all day, and our 7 year old really wanted a puppy, too. If her family situation wasn't going to improve, then I wasn't going to get rid of her. And I prayed that if we were supposed to get rid of her, that the right family would call. And they did.

Thursday night, a cute, little family came over to see her. They had 3 girls, and an 8 year old Maltese at home already, who was allowed on the furniture. They were looking for a friend for their dog Simon, and they loved Stella instantly.

We sat the kids down before the family came over. Max, holding Stella in his arms, would not let her go. He was in tears, I was in tears, and felt like the worst mother in the world. They said their goodbyes, and Aaron took them to Target so the family could come and pick her up. I waited, playing "sockie" and "fetch" with Stella, crying my eyes out.

And I cried the entire time the cute, little family was here. And I cried all night after she left. And then some more the next day. And even now ... fighting back the tears.

But Stella is in a better home than we could give her. She is surrounded by dog lovers, she has a little dog friend to play with, and she is allowed on the furniture. Her quality of life will be so much better. And while she is partying up with her new family, I am left to reflect on why I couldn't make it work. Why I am not a dog person. And why, if I miss her so much, am I not a dog person.

Mostly I feel guilty for making my kids sad. I would do anything in the world to make them happy, yet, I foolishly thought we could handle a dog, and then decided that wasn't true.

But the lesson learned from this experience- and it's the same lesson I have already been taught a million times- always listen to Aaron. I am an emotional decision maker. Who really shouldn't be allowed to make decisions. But Aaron knows better. And he knows me better than I know myself.

Which is why, when he said this: "Just know that we will never get another dog ever again- even if I go blind. If I go blind, we won't even get a seeing eye dog."

I said, "Deal".

Dear Stella,

We miss you and we love you!

Your "Not Dog People" Family

Sometimes It's a Good Day

2010-02-16T14:13:00.001-07:00

University Mall- Orem, Utah

There is little that will get me out of the house during winter time. Usually it's carpool, and necessary grocery shopping. The combination of cold weather, and three little crazy boys makes staying home a better option to almost anything. But yesterday the Gap had a big sale. 40% off of everything- including clearance, and that was a sale that I could not miss out on.

So on a rainy, cold day, I packed up the boys, and Maddy came along, too. We brought some goldfish, and made a deal that if they were good, we would get lunch and play on the Tree House. They agreed. They not only agreed, but they DID IT! They were good. And I found some great deals- jeans for the boys at $6 a pair, you just can't beat that! So with the help of Maddy, and a double stroller, we survived the crowds and long lines. Well behaved children and really good deals make me a really happy mom.

We stopped at the food court, had some Chic-Fil-A, and enjoyed our lunch- quietly. There wasn't any screaming, or crying, or whining, hitting, fighting, or biting. None of that. In fact, while I was passing out Happy Meals, I noticed how calm and quiet my boys were. So unusual. As I ate my lunch, I texted Aaron "the boys are being so good today". And I felt no rush to hurry on to the next place. We could sit here all day, if they wanted to. Whatever made them happy.

Eventually, we moved on to the Tree House. And the boys were in heaven. Although, Jack lasted 10 minutes before he was sitting on the bench next to me and Maddy asking for an ipod. As we made our way back to the car, we stopped to visit the fish in Nordstrom, and rode the escalator and the elevator.

I had no idea that we could all enjoy being at the mall together. It was the dawn of a new day. But one thing that I did notice is that I never felt rushed. Whatever is was about the day, I felt like we could take our time just doing, and being, and laughing, and playing. And I loved that feeling so much. So, so, so much.

So much of my time is spent with me barking out orders that usually begin with hurry- hurry and brush your teeth, hurry and get your shoes on, hurry up and finish your breakfast, hurry, hurry, hurry, we're going to be late to everything.

But back to the not feeling rushed thing- it lasted all day. On our way home, we stopped at the store to get food for dinner. We rented a movie that the boys watched while I cooked dinner. And then we had dinner together. Bath time, pajamas, reading, and tucking in. I even laid by all three boys. We talked about the Olympics, sang Primary songs, and Jack held my hand in both of his while trying his best not to fall asleep.

It was a day from heaven.

When I was in high school, I was convinced that I would die before I was 30. And I would tell my mom, when I had a good day, "Just in case I die today, know that I died a happy girl." So yesterday, as we were climbing into bed, discussing what a good day I had had with our kids, I told Aaron, "Just in case I die today, know that I died a happy girl." And we hugged about it.

But I am thankful for the day I had yesterday with my kids. Thankful for the perspective of a good day. Thankful for the happy memories I am making with them. Thankful for the stop and smell the roses kind of day that we enjoyed. And hoping that we can do that more often. And that the Gap has awesome sales more often, too.

P.S. I love Maddy- she is my right hand, or in her case, my left hand. And a shout out to Parker for staying with Stella while we were gone. He's my hero.

Jesus Loves The Sunbeams

2010-02-09T21:35:00.001-07:00

And it's a good thing, because this one is naughty.

December 2009

2010-02-09T21:34:00.001-07:00

December lasted 1.5 seconds, and we didn't even do anything festive to celebrate it. I blame it on spending 2 weeks in California. I was completely behind in every part of our holiday life by the time we got home. Missing Black Friday ruined everything- I will never make that mistake again. No Festival of Trees, no Christmas lights, no Temple Square. It was bad. But here's a recap of the good.

Max's Christmas program- I think Granny was here for this.

We made lots of hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream.

We saw Santa Clause at our neighbor's house.

And I took blurry pictures.

Cate came with us!

Mikie and Leigh introduced Dempsey- the cutest, tiniest, bestest Christmas present ever!

And then there was Christmas. Small, cozy, and more video than picture taking.

This was the year that the boys told me they don't like getting clothes for Christmas. (Whatever.)

He was happy. And the tree behind him gave me decorating grief.

And Santa brought us Stella. The worst decision "Santa" ever made.

More to remember:

-Abby, Remi, and Granny came to visit the week before Christmas. Of course no pictures of that.

But we had good times, and no one got sick.

-Christmas Eve with the Blands and other neighbors. Always good times.

-Christmas Eve continued at Grant & Kelly's, where we opened jammies, and played

a few rounds of Last Chance.

The End.

The Marathon Thanksgiving Vacation

2010-02-09T17:22:00.001-07:00

I just spent an hour writing this "amazing post", about "our amazing" fun-filled two week vacation spent between Palm Springs, Bakersfield, Knott's Berry Farm, Newport Beach, Torrance, and San Diego/Temecula ... and LOST it all. My "Welcome Back" to blogging hasn't been very welcoming.

So here's a bunch of pictures to remind us down the road of some of the places we went, and some of the things we did.

Duckies

Merry

Round

cute teenagers

And sweet Jack. There were so many events and people that I didn't get pictures of. So sad about that. But happy to have spent time with all sides of our family.

Boys Will Be Boys

2010-02-08T14:23:00.003-07:00

I often say that I feel like I am raising the family I grew up in. And that definitely applies to raising our three boys. Each time we found out we were having a boy, we considered the name "Matthew Michael Grant"- and at times I regret not using that name. But I can't imagine any of them with different names. And we ended up with a Matthew, Michael, and a Grant anyway.

I've been DYING for a picture like this. There are so many similarities between my boys and my brothers. Some in their physical appearance, and others in personality.

Matt and Maxwell are both more dark skinned than the others. They both have brown eyes. And they both give you "that look" that says "are you stupid?".

Mikie and Charlie both LOVE their clothes, have a thing for their ears, and have matching cool hair and blue eyes. We have on tape from our childhood, Mikie asking "anyone want to play with me?" Which is a phrase Charlie uses often. He is always looking for a buddy. And he is our most tender hearted of the three- much like I remember Mikie, and still occasionally see through the tatoo'd and motorcycle loving man that he is now.

Grant and Jack- an incredible pair. Jack inherited more from Grant than he did from either me or Aaron. Aside from the pasty white skin, matching hairline, and green eyes, they also share the personality of Animal from The Muppet Show. We used to call Grant "Animal" because he was seriously bouncing off the walls as a child. At one point, he was not allowed to have Koolaid because it sent him through the roof. Both of them are always trying to get a laugh. Jack's word of choice happens to be poop, which I think is also Grant's current favorite word. This is a sample of Jack's prayer almost every night-

Dear Heavenly Father,
thankful for poop.
bless poop.
Name of Jes Chrise, Amen
Poop

And last night he climbed into bed with Charlie- wearing swim goggles. Heaven help me. I'm trying. So very hard.

I tell Aaron often "I feel like I just did this! I grew up with this for how long? And now I'm back in the middle of it as the mom!" However, I am grateful.

Dear little brothers, who taught me how to play Super Mario Brothers, make cool dirt roads for cars, and use my core strength in wrestling matches- thank you for teaching me what I needed to know to raise my boys and be a "cool mom" in their eyes. (You should see how excited they are when I get 4000 points after reaching the flagpole on Super Mario Brothers, even if it's only level one.) And you have no idea how much I love seeing all three of you in them every day of my life.

Love,
Mandee

Happy Thanksgiving 2009

2009-11-28T01:20:00.004-07:00

November 26, 2009- Torrance Beach, CA

We spent Thanksgiving with Aaron's side of the family this year. And at the last minute, it turned into a marathon vacation. Which has been great, and fun, and wonderful. But Jack told Maddy this morning that he wants to go home, so I guess it's time.

This Thanksgiving I felt especially grateful for my family, and was happy to be able to spend so much time them. We were able to hang out with Abby, and Matt, and my mom in Bakersfield- then in southern California with Aaron's family. We celebrated my mother-in-law's birthday which landed on Thanksgiving day this year- and gosh do I love her! I honestly have the worlds BEST mother-in-law!

And I've decided that California has the best weather- even when it rains. It was nice to remember what it's like to not freeze or have snow on Thanksgiving day. I have to say, I could live like that again ... easily. The picture above was taken of all of the grand kids on Aaron's side of the family on Thanksgiving at sunset. Aaron's sister, Aimee, insisted we take some photos at the beach, and I am so glad she did. Love this picture, love all of those kids, and love that beach.

And I loved our Thanksgiving of 2009.

It's A Girl ... Again!

2009-11-14T12:16:00.006-07:00

My brother, Matt, and his super-wife, Jenee, are bringing home their third, gorgeous daughter. And she fits the McCaleb Baby Profile with her dark hair, and ski sloped nose. Isn't she pretty? We're going to be visiting her soon, and it will take some unbelievable restraint on my part not to steal her away.

Welcome to the family, Sylvie! We LOVE, LOVE, LOVE you, already!

This Is Halloween- 2009

2009-11-01T11:38:00.002-07:00

(thanks for the picture Steph!)

This very minute I am listening to Britney Spears' "My Only Wish This Year", with a heavy Halloween hangover.

The last 48 hours were packed with something to do or a place to be, and I am exhausted. Happy it's over. Ready for a mild Thanksgiving, and a cozy Christmas spent at home.

But before I put up the Christmas tree, I thought it would be appropriate to add the Halloween of 2009 to the memory keeper.

Don't forget;

the hunt for skeleton costumes, all eventually found. I got Max's for $8!

the school Falloween Ball where we prepaid for bbq chicken pizza, but ended up with an assortment of pepperoni and cheese. and I had to "pretend" that I was working in the pizza booth just to make sure we ate that night.

the early Halloween festivities on Friday, which included 2 extra children, 2 class parties, and my "I'm A Fun Mom" Halloween Party for the boys. Note to self; no more parties ever again cause you are not a "fun mom" like that.

that boys are loud and crazy and destructive and like to ruin things and hurt each other.

Jazi's baptism on Halloween, and the hour and a half we spent at rest on the Romine's couch in good company. Thanks, we soooo needed that.

gorgeous Halloween weather, a fun friend Halloween party with yummy soup, followed by the last minute neighborhood trunk-or-treat event planned by Katie, who ended up at home with sick kids. Poor Katie.

Aaron and Grant taking the kids around the neighborhood because even when you trunk-or-treat, the kids still want to trick-or-treat.

splitting a Kohler's cake donut with Kelly and talking about their "cool friends" party, and babies, and Thanksgiving plans.

Next year, I say less parties, candy, and chaos. More donuts, family, and friends.

Because Life is a Party

2009-10-07T15:00:00.006-06:00

Since I didn't throw a party for the boys' birthdays, I am going to try to redeem myself by having their little friends over for a Halloween party. Wish me luck. I found some cute party things on etsy- I love etsy. And I love talented people who share their stuff with the world, so very, very, very much. You make my life better. And easier.

Monster Bash Invitations by Nouveau Designs- etsy

Skeleton cupcake toppers by cozy rosie

I am also making cupcakes for our school bake sale. And to guarantee that they sell, I am going to put them in this cute cupcake box . From simplesongdesigns on etsy. I can 't be the only sucker for cute packaging out there.

Happy Birthdays

2009-10-01T12:55:00.005-06:00

(Charlie and Maxwell- July 2005)

On Maxwell's 2nd birthday, I was one week from my due date with Charlie. And so done being pregnant. Maxwell had come a week early when he was born, and so I was hoping that this baby would do the same. Only I didn't want him to come on Maxwell's birthday. Any day, except for Maxwell's birthday.

Charlie was born the very next afternoon. I woke up having contractions, and we went to the hospital and had a baby.

2 years, and 1 day apart. I got what I wanted. And ever since then, I have wished that they had just been born on the same day. Because now we have a straight 48 hour time frame of birthday celebration, and I am exhausted after the first twelve.

Which is why Maxwell and Charlie have yet to celebrate their big days with their friends. I always have big plans for a combined friend party, and then chicken out at the last minute. I am such a lame mother.

Dear Max & Charlie,

I love you more than you will ever, ever, ever know. Happy Birthday, little boys.

Mom

Let Sleeping Children Lie

2009-09-23T22:16:00.003-06:00

It is always by a dim nightlight that I study my children's tiny profiles, and wonder how I could ever lose my patience with them. How? And what is it about a quiet room, disturbed only by deep baby breaths, that forces me to think deeply on and judge harshly my mothering sins?

Tonight Charlie asked me if I would lay by him.

I said- "I'll be in your room folding clothes, so you don't need me to lay by you." (Cause that should be good enough, right?)

Then Jack asked, "Mama, lay by me?"

And I said- "Maybe ... when I am done folding your clothes."

Because I am so busy. So busy. So, so, so busy. With so many good, justifiable, meaningful, important things to do. And maybe if I can get all of those things done, then I might have time to tend to the people that matter most in my life.

So, tonight, after I admired my neatly piled pieces of laundry, I looked at my boys waiting patiently for me to lay by them. And I laid by them, impatient to get to the next job.

At first, while tracing the alphabet on Jack's spine, I thought of all the pressing matters that needed my attention right then- more laundry, and wiping down the kitchen, and printing out a lesson, and talking to Aaron about upcoming travel plans, and thinking about the people that I HAD to call tonight, and the peaches- I have got to do something with those peaches ... right now!

And then it was Charlie's turn- and hopefully he will fall asleep fast, because gosh that list is really growing, and growing in urgency. I traced on his back too, while he told me stories about his day, and the friends he likes to play with. He then asked me "Mommy, will you lay by me for a long time?"

"Um sure", I said hesitantly, to his smiling face. "I would love to lay by you for a long time."

And then I thought about what he was really saying to me- and what all of my kids say to me often throughout the day; will you slow down, Mommy?

It's when I hear;
Will you play cars with me?
Look what I colored!
Will you help me practice piano?
Come watch me ride my bike!
Will you read me a book?
Will you play a game with me?
Will you help me clean my room?
Can I sit by you?
Will you take me shopping?
Can I help you water the flowers?
Let's play ______________!
What does this say?
Can you fix this toy for me?

They are saying "Will you slow down? Will you spend time with me? Will you just be my Mom?"

So here I sit, covered in the grave sin of ignoring my children and not making them the priority of my day. Of my life. Yet again. And I am writing this down with a repentant heart in hopes that every day I will read this, and feel what I feel right this very moment. With new perspective. And hopeful that I can and will do better.

There is much a mother can learn in letting her sleeping children lie. Perspective that often comes in the dark of night, and by the quiet whispers of your child's heartbeat. And I will be praying with all of my heart that I can keep this moment and clarity, close to mine.

To Do List:

-whatever my kids need

- everything else

Payson Onion Days is Fun

2009-09-15T09:59:00.000-06:00

Every year we go Payson to spend Onion Day's with Aaron's family. Despite my lame pictures, it really is fun. And SUPER delicious. Josh makes the best brisket this side of St. George. (And my brother, Matt makes the best brisket on the other side of St. George.)

In order of appearance;

1- fireworks that the kids LOVE

2- Josh spooning the entertainment center and Grandpa Brad thoughtfully contemplating his dreams (I almost wet my pants at Aaron's quit wit over this scene).

3- Maddy napping in preparation for her midnight hike to Timpanogos, and Jack snuggling up to her. Those two love eachother.

It's Official;

2009-09-10T16:43:00.007-06:00

{twinkie- July 2009}

1. Fall is number 1 in my heart, with summer right on it's heels. As much as I love flip flops, I love pumpkin bread, and autumn leaves more.

2. I am a seasonal blogger. In June, as I was contemplating out loud to Kelly about how I'm tired of blogging, and I felt like quitting, she told me to sit tight. "Maybe you're seasonal blogger, or maybe you just blog when you feel like it." I think she was right about both. But now that the weather has turned cooler (in the mornings and evenings anyway), I am feeling a little more talkative. We'll see.

3. I am super behind on my blogging life. So I will start with when my sister came to visit in June. She brought her baby, and this is what happened.

-We went to the mall and found some good deals.

-On the way home, I argued with my mom.

-A police man followed me for a 1/2 mile until I realized he was behind me.

-He gave me a ticket.

-My mom told him thank you for giving me a ticket (I have since forgiven her).

-I hit someone's cute, fluffy, white dog 5 minutes after I got a ticket.

-And then Abby got the stomach flu that night, and I got to take care of Twinkie while Abby was sickie, until they went home.

I call do over.

Three

2009-08-03T14:11:00.005-06:00

(July 2009)

Jack turned three over the weekend. Happy and sad about that. I am beginning to see a light at the end of a very deep, dark, 7 years long, baby tunnel that I've been trying to navigate. The fog is lifting- and even though I am a much lighter sleeper than I used to be, at least I am sleeping through most nights. No bottles. No pacifiers. Not even a diaper bag anymore. All of my kids can feed themselves, drink from a cup, turn on the television, and sit through Sacrament Meeting without "snacks".

I even golfed with Aaron last weekend for the first time in a LONG TIME. No belly to get in the way. No baby to hurry home to. No nap schedule to plan around. It was freedom with a 3 wood and a happy husband for 18 holes. And it was good times.

But, in all honesty, that light at the end of the tunnel is a little bit sad for me. Because it means no more snuggly, late night feedings. It means I pack away those tiny onesies and soft baby quilts forever. It means babyhood- although demanding, it's also magical- and it's over for this Mom.

Let's talk about golf again ... while the tears dry. Should I take lessons?

Perspective- Jack is only three. And three is still little, and cute, and fun, and innocent. I love to watch him try to keep up with his brothers. I love to watch him try to help his dad fix the bathroom sink. I love it when he sits on my lap, and plays with my (short) hair, and tells me "I wuv your hair". He is tough, but he is tender. He is a monster, and then he is a sweetheart. He loves a good wrench, and a good, tasty watermelon. And I want to memorize every part of every day of his three year old life. Because I know that in twenty years, or two, I will want to relive these days.

Because it's good to be three. And it's also good to golf again.

There's Regret, And Then There's REGRET

2009-07-27T12:33:00.012-06:00

Regret-

-on Saturday, I chopped my hair off. I was tired of it. Tired of the length, tired of how long it took to blow it dry, tired of pony tails. At first it was refreshing to have short hair again. And then Aaron saw it, and liked it- but didn't LOVE it. And this morning when I saw that I still had short hair, I was sad. The only consolation I have is that I donated it. So it was worth it ... and it will grow back. After all, it's just hair.

REGRET

-back in June my friend Tiffany was in town for her brother's wedding. Her brother married Mitt Romney's niece, and her brother also asked my mom (former cookie shop owner) to make some cookies for their wedding celebration. And to make a long, tragic, difficult story short, Mitt Romney and I were in the same room- 6 feet away- and I didn't take advantage of the opportunity to meet him.

He was right there. And Tiffany and I were making a plan-

Tiffany: Okay, what are you going to say to him?

Me: I don't know- hi I'm Mandee and I love you? What should I say?

Tiffany: Gosh, I don't know. I'm so nervous for you.

Something like that, anyway.

We decided to get some food, figuring he would get some food, too, and then I could introduce my nerdy self over cookies.

But he never did. He left.

And it was over, just like that.

And the moral of the story is ... cutting your hair regret is nothing compared to not meeting Mitt Romney regret.

It Was Amazing

2009-07-22T15:12:00.003-06:00

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I have three things to say about our Disney Cruise;

1. It was awesome and you should DEFINITELY go.

2. Bonine has changed my life.

3. We are indebted to Richard and Cathy forever. We had a wonderful time with all of the family. We love you!

Wait ... there's more ... my favorite happy moments; seeing how happy my kids were, and not having to worry about breakfast, lunch, or dinner. And 2500 other things.

Like ... we lounged and swam in St. Marteen, where Joyce, the crazy cab driver, crammed 19 of us into a van- no seat belts or car seats. And we lived.

St. Thomas was gorgeous and I want to go back. It was so hot and humid, Charlie complained that he couldn't breath... and then couldn't walk... very dramatic. Saw a crazy bird lady do a crazy bird show- took some photos.

Castaway Cay- Disney's private island is paradise. I told Aaron that is what our heaven will be like. Beautiful, blue, almost too warm waters, gorgeous sand with shells everywhere, and a hundred things to do. Aaron and Dru took Autumn, Chad, Max, and Charlie on a bike ride around the island. I sat with Jack and played in the water. Made sand castles, and collected some shells.

The boat- amazingly clean. And very pretty. Every detail is attended to. The shows- incredible. You forget you are on a boat. And the food- don't even get me started on the salmon at Palo. I am still craving it.

The teenagers- the number 1 question we get asked; "Did your teenagers have fun?"- they had so much fun, two of them peed their pants. There was a special Teen Club, with teen activities (like texting with fake phones or something... no, I don't know what they did) and they loved it. We rarely saw them.

The Kids Clubs- our kids are kind of clingy, so they preferred to hang out with us. But, they also spent a lot of time with cousins in the kids club- volcano's, flubber, Pirate Night. The kids activities are endless.

And I could go on for days. It was the most fun I have had in a really long time, and I loved spending some much needed quality time with Aaron.

(You can book your Disney Cruise here. I HIGHLY recommend it.)

Why Summer is Better Than Blogging

2009-06-30T09:58:00.005-06:00

(Kelly found it)

After a very rainy June, (which oddly, I didn't mind most of the time. It made for some really cozy days.) I am ready for sunshine and ...

walks through the neighborhood after dinner

the ice cream man

fresh summer air

swimming at the McCaleb Club House

s'mores

family reunions

barbeque's with friends

fireworks

green grass

tan lines

shorts and flip flops

being outside

mom dates

family vacations

the beach

fresh berries

pedicures

pic-nics

the park

pic-nics at the park

homemade jam

pretty flowers

popsicles- or Snowasis in Alpine (I highly recommend the red raspberry + mango)

sidewalk chalk

blowing bubbles

ice cold water

peanut butter and jelly sandwiches

cool summer nights

let's see ... what else?

Life Unscripted

2009-06-22T09:56:00.002-06:00

This is what we do on a rainy Saturday, when we're quarantined in the house due to an outbreak of swin flu in the neighborhood.

Happy Father's Day 2009

2009-06-21T14:09:00.003-06:00

(Dad and Jack 2006/photo by Katie Moss)

"The father is always a Republican toward his son, and his mother's always a Democrat." -- Robert Frost

"A father is a banker provided by nature." -- French Proverb

"I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection." -- Sigmund Freud

"My father didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it." -- Clarence Budington Kelland

"Small boy's definition of Father's Day: It's just like Mother's Day only you don't spend so much." -- Unknown

"By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he's wrong." -- Charles Wadsworth

To my dad, my fathers in law, my brothers, and brothers in law, and especially my husband. . . Happy Father's Day and I love you! Thanks for being amazing dads and grandpas!

Martha's Chicken Tostadas

2009-06-15T22:12:00.005-06:00

I found this recipe the other night while flipping through Kelly's MASS collection of MS Everyday Food magazines. BUT, I didn't write down the recipe. (Dang it.)

So, while I was at the grocery store today, I tried to remember what I needed. And 15 minutes before 5pm, I tried to remember how to make it- not thinking it might be online somewhere.

But after dinner was over, when it was ALL GONE, and even the little boys had asked for seconds, AND Aaron asked "do you have that written down somewhere?", I decided I should probably make sure it's handy since we'll be eating it once a week for the rest of our lives. It was so good!

What I did different (since I didn't write it down):
no bell peppers
fresh, diced tomatoes
canned corn (don't judge)
chopped (as opposed to sliced) onions
black beans
lemon juice
garlic
low carb-whole wheat flour tortillas

and next time, we're adding avacado. Try it!

You'll love it!

Fifteen

2009-06-13T00:00:00.001-06:00

Photo and video editing at www.OneTrueMedia.com

One thing you have to know about Maddy- she has the softest voice in the land. And yet it doesn't keep her from comedy. This was the video she submitted for her Lone Peak Sophomore Student Council interview. She didn't end up winning- but it's not keeping her from running again next year. Read on for more reasons WE LOVE MADDY!

My Maddy is fifteen today. Fifteen years old. On the cusp of womanhood, and yet in some ways, already there.

There is a quote often used in adoption families, but I kind of like it for our family situation, too.

Not of my flesh, nor of my bone
But still miraculously my own
Never forget for a single minute,
You didn't grow under my heart, but in it.

Sometimes, she feels like a little sister. Sometimes I call her "Abby". And I often find my borrowed clothes wadded up on her closet floor. One morning before school, after I had just had Maxwell, and was in shock over the lack of sleep my body was experiencing (seriously, no one prepared me for that), she came over to my side of the bed and asked me if I could help her with her hair. She was all of 8 years old at the time. And in my sleepy-shocked-comatose state, I said "just go have mom do it."

And then realized, I AM THE MOM. A literal wake up call.

But she has been the best little sister/bonus-daughter/friend I could have ever asked for or dreamed of. She is my shopping buddy, my second opinion, the second mother of the family, my laundry folder helper, my "let's get out of the house on Saturday" chum, and our in-house comedienne. Seriously, I didn't know she had it in her, but she is one of the funniest people I know.

And she isn't afraid to try anything. And she is friends with everyone. And she is the most easy going girl (and easy going + girl rarely ever go together in a sentence) I know.

Happy Birthday Maddy. I love you so, so, so much!

Graduation 101

2009-06-08T15:19:00.007-06:00

So-ooooooooooooo happy about graduation. So, so, so HAPPY!

To future graduate families, make sure you bring some reading material (Kelly), crossword puzzles (Grandpa), plenty of entertaining apps on the i-touch (Aaron and Maddy), and snacks (thanks Cally).

It was a LONG night. And he was almost last. There is no such thing as alphabetical order at high school graduation, which is interesting since you spend your entire life in school being seated and organized according to your last name.

We are so proud of you, Parker! Congratulations on all of your hard work and dedication! We know you are capable of great things!

And He Still Loves Me

2009-06-01T14:17:00.009-06:00

(photo by KM)

Yesterday before church, I sat on my closet floor.

Me: I'm not going to church today.

Aaron: Okay, you don't have to.

Me: Are you going to tell Shannon, "Mandee couldn't come to church today because she didn't have anything to wear." ?

Aaron: No, I'll tell her that you couldn't come to church today because even though your testimony is strong, your wardrobe is not.

And that is how we began the day of our 8th anniversary. With him reminding me that I not only married a patient man with a great sense of humor, but that I married the perfect man for me.

This last week has been crazy, emotional, trying, stressful, happy, exciting, and. . . did I say emotional? And just now, I chased my 2 year old around the house with a drawn out measuring tape whipping against the walls, and him yelling, "I do it, I do it!". So the crazy continues.

But I had a moment last week- it was the day of Aaron's 42nd birthday, and I sat with Charlie and Jack in the Costco food court after a record breaking visit to get Morton's Tri Tip (to die for if you haven't tried it) and some milk. As a reward for being so good and helpful, I bought Charlie a cheese pizza, Jack got a "churrio", and I indulged in a fat free chocolate + vanilla swirl. (And it was soooooo good, that swirl.) But in a silent moment, when we all had food in our mouths, I looked at those little faces, enjoying the parts of their father that I see in them. And I had never been so happy to celebrate their dad's birthday- for without him, I would not have them.

So even in the middle of crazy- when I can't find anything to wear, trying to keep our two-year old from damaging the house, and feeling flawed more than ever, I love the man that I married. I love him so much.

And there is no one else in this world that I would rather be with.

Happy Eighth to us.

Wishes

2009-05-14T14:44:00.004-06:00

source

Charlie calls these "wishes".

As in, "we have lots of wishes, huh mom", while playing in the backyard.

And I think that is worth remembering.

Because We Love You...

2009-05-10T12:39:00.007-06:00

from sarahjanestudios

To all of the mother's in our lives, and especially my own- we love you and wish you a relaxing Mothers Day. Thanks for all that you do for all of us!

p.s. As an early Mothers Day gift, Jack took a sprinkler pipe to my tulips- (think batting practice), and then handed me the buds. Because he's thoughtful like that.

p.s.s. If you haven't already cried your eyes out today, please visit here and here. Precious, sweet... and then more precious-ness.

Zuriick Jack Jack On Sale Now

2009-05-05T09:00:00.001-06:00

1. The Jack Jack in Black is 40% off at Zuriick.

2. You can get a free pair of sunglasses if you are one of the first 200 people to place an order from Zuriick.com. . . began May 1st.

3. I love it when my cool brothers like my kids and name shoes after them.

4. Jack Jack really does play Wii Star Wars- like he knows what he is doing, and he is obsessed with it. He is 2 1/2. Aaron finally had to take the Wii to work with him during the day. It's that bad.

5. #4 obviously makes me Mother of the Year. In my defense, Jack can also count to 15.

8 Things List

2009-04-30T13:10:00.008-06:00

Laura tagged me. But since my life is an open book, and boring- here is a condensed list.

8 Things.

1. If you come to my door before noon, don't expect me to be showered or my kids to be dressed. The earliest we can get ourselves together is 10AM for any appointment, and that requires major effort and minimal expectations with clothing and hair.

2. We live in our house. It will never be immaculate.

3. My top 3 favorite shows right now are Fringe, LOST (are you dying over last night's episode?), and all the rest.

4. An old boss' boss once told me that because I am a short, quiet, brunette that I come off as a snob- and that I should smile more and be more friendly and outgoing. Sometimes I remember that advice. But mostly, it made me not like her.

5. As an explanation to number #4- I was born with a naturally crusty expression. Botox helps with that. I hope.

6. I would happily trade houses with someone in Newport Beach right this very minute- anyone?

7. I quit drinking diet coke- again. It had been 3 weeks, and today I indulged. I feel sick.

8. I know I was supposed to have a giveaway this week, but I'm taking a break. Next week, I promise.

Race For The Cure- SLC, May 9th

2009-04-27T10:45:00.005-06:00

Aaron's step-mom is currently fighting the battle of breast cancer. (I hope I don't get into trouble for sharing that.) My Gramma is a breast cancer survivor, and when I was in junior high, my mom had a double mastectomy due to a breast cancer scare. Turned out not to be cancer, and that was a HUGE blessing for all of us.

So, when we read about the Susan G. Koman Race For The Cure in Salt Lake City on May 9th, Aaron and I both agreed that it was a cause we needed to support.

Plus, we are chubby and out of shape, and this would force us to do something about it. You know, since a 5K is . . . so . . . anyway. . .

I actually tried to talk Aaron into doing "Sleep In For The Cure" because that is brilliant, and I am lazy. He said no.

Good Advice

2009-04-23T12:43:00.005-06:00

(I've officially given up on caring about the furniture)

You guys are the best. Thank you so much for the book advice, and for sympathizing with me on this raising kids thing. It is by far the hardest job ever- raising little people in this world. I wanted to share some of what has come from this post.

1. My friend, Kim, is hilarious- and I loved her comment;

"If there is a book that promises well behaved kids trust me I have read it and it doesn't work. My best remedies.....girls nights, pedicures, diet coke, and my favorite shows. Everyone says it will get better but seriously have they spent more than 5 minutes with my kids? If I wasn't a member of the church I am pretty sure I would have a serious drinking problem. So I have decided the best thing to do is to put myself in time out until I can behave rationally (or until someone starts bleeding). Good Luck."

I say, even if she had a serious drinking problem, there is still a special place in the best part of heaven for Kim- her kids are ca-razy. See here.

2. Marie suggested Scream Free Parenting, which is the third recommendation I've had for this book, so it's on my list... because believe it or not- I scream at my kids.

3. BFF's little sister Stacie, a student at BYU studying Special Education, has taken some behavioral classes- she gave me some great advice, which I loved and appreciated. And the part that made a big impression on me was this;

"There is no book that you can read to fix your kids, but remember that while trying to change their behavior you also need to change how you react because that may be maintaining their behavior."

4. A few days ago, Stephmodo shared her quote of the day- something her husband passed along to her.

"Your toddler will do what they need to do, and not necessarily what you say. If you're patient, then they will be patient. If you speak gently, then they will be gentle. Whatever you want them to be, you have to start becoming."

-Helen Hunt

5. I am not Helen Hunt's biggest fan, but that quote, along with Stacie's advice has made all of the difference in raising my kids this week.

True story; this week after baseball practice (more on that to come), the (little) boys and I were standing in the kitchen discussing what we should have for dinner. Whiny voices were starting, and I could see the melt down beginning. Thinking back on those recently inspiring quotes, I, in jest and with heavy sarcasm, clasped my hands together and in a very sing song-y, cheesy, I-should-be-on-the-Wiggles voice, said to them "Okay boys, this is what I want you to do. I want you to take off your shoes, put them in the basket, then go wash your hands and your faces, and I will make our dinner!"

Max looked at me dumbfounded, and then a big smile grew across his face. He said to me "when you talk like that, it makes me want to do what you say."

Mom: Seriously?

Max: Yeah.

Mom: Okay then, I'll make you a deal- I will talk like this, but you have to do whatever I ask you to do when I talk in this voice. Okay?"

Max: Okay!

And off they went. Melt down averted.

And after a few days of being the new, nice Mommy, I have seen an overall improvement in my boys. They mostly respond when I ask them the first time. They are nicer to each other. And we have had a string a peaceful days in our home. We go to bed always with the goal to do better tomorrow. And we say that out loud. I am learning that to change my children's behavior, I first need to change mine. Which is difficult, at 34 years old. But not impossible.

Please know that when I share this, there is no soap box. In fact, I feel very vulnerable in admitting to what a crappy mom I am. And I fear a return to those days, which I am sure is inevitable. But this much is true; I am trying, things are better, and maybe Helen Hunt isn't so bad. But mostly, you guys are the best blog friends a girl could ask for!

Thanks again!

Can You Hear Me Now?

2009-04-16T00:08:00.009-06:00

I need your insight, advice, and your help.

Because I need a new cell phone, and a book on how to raise well behaved children.

-- I've been looking at the iPhone. . . but I'm just not sure. Do you love it? Is it worth it?

-- As far as books go, what do you recommend? (Aside from Parenting With Love and Logic.)

Because today, I wondered as I walked by the Apple Store- with 3 loud and crazy and loud (did I say loud?) boys in tow, praying for divine inspiration, intervention, and patience- "is there an app for THIS?"

I know what you're thinking- it's amazing that I can wonder, and walk, and pray all at the same time- and even more amazing that I can come up with a sentence like that, which I am positive only makes sense to me (so much verbage).

I love my little boys, but they are sucking the life out of me right now.

This is me. . . eyes glazed over. . . happy pills not strong enough. . . with an almost dead cell phone.

Seriously- what about the iPhone, and what book do I need to go out and buy tomorrow? I need well behaved children that listen to me. Every day.

Right now.

(p.s. don't forget to enter to win a $50 gift certificate from Lisa Leonard Designs, or to get your mom something from her store!)

Zuriick

2009-03-30T16:37:00.005-06:00

I'm at the point in my life where my teenagers tell me what is cool, and what isn't.

These are cool. And on my list of things to pack for Spring Break!

You can find more styles (for men, too), and show some love for my little brother, here.

Boys

2009-03-26T21:51:00.004-06:00

Apparently, he writes with a lisp, too. I love him.

Right now, it's 10PM. My little boys have been in their beds for 2 hours. And have spent the last hour and a half laughing, jumping from one bed to the other, reading books, and playing with light sabers.

So, so, so naughty. And I have no motivation to get out of bed to stop it. Lucky for them.

No Really... I Really Did It!

2009-03-24T13:08:00.008-06:00

I just got off the phone with Sean Hannity. No seriously. I know- you think I'm crazy. (I actually have his number stored in my cell phone... and that is crazy.)

But, he had to know about Charlie wanting to name his little boy Sean Hannity. And when I told Charlie that I just got off the phone with Sean Hannity, he said "Nuh-uh. The real guy?"

Yes, Charlie- the real Sean Hannity.

I also mentioned to Sean Hannity that during these all around difficult times, where spending is so out of control, and the UN and China want to call for a new Global currency- that I often wonder what can I do TODAY to make a difference? And I finally realized the answer. I can raise my children to be good, and honest. To have integrity and to stand up for what is right. I can teach them the importance of being involved in politics, and caring about the United States. I can teach them the principals of Conservatism, of service (that isn't mandatory), why the founding fathers believed in the future of our country, and why they wrote the Constitution.

Of course, I wasn't that long winded, or fluid in my conversation- I should have written it all out before I called. But hey... I called. And right now, I am Charlie's hero!

And- we're getting some free books, including Mark Levin's new book Liberty and Tyranny, A Conservative Manifesto.

I've also created a new blog for my political commentaries. I don't profess to be a know it all about politics. I am far, far from it. But I am a work-from-home, American Mom that cares about my country, and my values, and the future of my children. And in order to not totally alienate and destroy my family relationships and some friendships, I decided to open my big mouth on a different blog.

I welcome your comments, I welcome your posts, I welcome your opinions! Even if you don't agree with me. And especially if you do!

www.conservative-girl.blogspot.com/

Chicken Tortilla Soup

2009-03-23T13:15:00.004-06:00

I am so sad about the snow today. So, so, so sad. And depressed. But in my hope that this will be the last freeze of the season, I decided to make one of our favorite soups-

Michelle's Chicken Tortilla Soup

4 c. chicken broth
2 cans cream of chicken soup
3 boneless chicken breasts, uncooked
1 packet of taco seasoning
1/2 c water
1 bag tortilla chips
shredded cheddar or monterey jack cheese

Mix broth, soup, taco seasoning, and water together in crock pot. Add chicken. Cook on high for 4 hours. Shred chicken. To serve, put handful of tortilla chips into bowls, sprinkle with shredded cheddar or monterey jack cheese, ladle chicken soup over top.

I double the recipe for my family of 7.

Give Me Liberty And Capitalism And Real America Back

2009-03-04T09:52:00.007-07:00

{via}

Last night I indulged in the last piece of birthday cake while watching Glenn Beck. He's my new favorite show. It's just nice to know that there is someone else out there who is LIVID about what is going on. Sorry, I tried really hard to like Obama, but it just isn't working out between the two of us. I also don't like lame Republicans anymore. I'm sifting.

But my new question for my Liberal + Democrat friends is this- does the recent "Stimulus Package" sit well with you? Because I have lots of issues with it- first and foremost, it's full of "wants", and I really, strongly, and deeply feel that it should only include "needs" right now. And I just want to know that even though you LOVE Obama, you HATE the Stimulus Package, too.

Even though my husband's job has not been affected (knock on wood) by the changes in the economy, we are living much differently than we have in the past. We used to indulge our "wants" often. Now, we prioritize our "needs", and save for potentially rainy days ahead. I've even discovered a new and deeply abiding love for coupons (thanks to Cally).

So I kind of feel like saying: Dear Obama and Friends, if I am running my family budget according to needs vs wants, then you better be doing the same. Meaning, I am LIVID that during these meager times, you've all just decided that I will have to pay (and my children for that matter) for some stupid high-speed railway from LA to Las Vegas. And more.

I can't even begin to express my frustration and anger. I think it's time to create "New America" right here in Utah. Cut the ties.

On a lighter note, a few weeks ago I was making a cake after Sunday dinner. Charlie was sitting on the counter, watching me stir-

Charlie: I can't wait until I'm a dad, and can make a cake for my little boy!

Me: Will you name him Charlie?

Charlie: No, I will name him Sean Hannity.

By far. . . my proudest moment as a parent.

Thirty-Four

2009-03-01T14:00:00.000-07:00

{My 1st Birthday, with brother Mark, and Pamps- 1976}

At one family dinner, I was reminiscing about the summer I watched the Oliver North Trial with my mom. It was the summer before I went into the 8th grade.

Upon hearing that, my witty SIL commented that I was "born 45 years old".

And as I celebrate my 34th birthday, I am thinking about how "almost right" she is.

I mean, I was watching Luke and Laura reunite after I got home from kindergarten.

I loved Journey and Chicago love songs in elementary school.

I was watching thirtysomething in junior high and high school.

And had crushes on my thirty-something Drivers Ed teacher and the high school boys varsity basketball coach.

So really, despite my premonition that I would die before I was 30, I couldn't wait to get there.

Today, I am 34. And my birthday is on a Sunday, which means. . . (yawn). But two things are for sure- being thirty-something is awesome, and birthday's are definitely better because of FaceBook. Plus, I don't have to change any poopy diapers today.

So Happy Birthday to me!

When 10 Years Feels Like 10 Minutes

2009-02-26T10:30:00.003-07:00

Maddy (7) & Parker (10)
Our Wedding- 2001

If you have a seven and ten year old in your house, go give them a big hug, tell them you love them, and then don't blink your eyes.

Because if you do, when you open them, those kids will be almost fifteen and almost eighteen. I'm not at all kidding.

Look at those cute, little, happy faces. . . I can't believe they are so big now. So old. So teenager-ish. So almost adults.

When I am in the throes of mini-meltdowns, standing in a pile of Lego's, with peanut butter smeared on my favorite jeans, and my hair in a pony tail because I didn't have time to actually fix it, I have to remind myself that this will not last forever- that it will be over too soon.

Because I now know from experience that in "kid time", ten years feels like 10 minutes. That's how long ago I met those tiny faces.

And here I sit, totally unprepared for what is to come- kids in college, on missions, driving cars, making their own life decisions.

I guess I should warn them that in "10 minutes", they might find themselves standing in a pile of Lego's with peanut butter smeared on their favorite jeans.

Time... why are you in such a hurry?

Valentine Review

2009-02-17T11:10:00.007-07:00

This year, I kindly explained to Aaron that "yes, I love to get flowers- just not on Valentine's Day." I would rather get flowers on a random, unexpected, "I love you and it isn't even Valentine's day!" day.

So flowers were absent this year, and I didn't even miss them.

We treated the kids to breakfast at Kneaders, since we love them (and Kneaders) so very much.

And then Aaron treated me to a day away. Thanks to Maddy and my Mom for watching the little boys.

We walked around Gateway (even in the snow, it was a welcome breath of fresh air), met some friends for dinner at The Melting Pot (the desert was heaven, and I could have easily enjoyed my own plate and pot of caramel/chocolate), and then we saw He's Just Not That Into You.

Hated it. DO NOT SEE IT. And don't even think about letting your teenage daughter see it. It's depressing, and dark, and uncomfortable, and left me wanting to go home and watch a real movie about true love that would give me warm fuzzies in my insides.

I ended up watching The Lake House, before I went to sleep.

And as my trade off for flowers, I bought 3 books while we shopped-

Persuasion- Jane Austen

How To Be Lovely- Audrey Hepburn

100 Things To Do With Your Kids Before They Leave Home- David Bordon

And that was my Happy Valentimes Day!

Now... as for my blog- as always, it's a work in progress. The long list of links was bugging me. And I debated getting rid of them altogether, because with Reader I don't necessarily use the links. Unless you have a private blog. Then I use your link.

But, I think it's fun when "so and so" from one part of my life ends up knowing "so and so" from a different part of my life- because it is a small blog world after all.

So I'm trying this little button feature out. But in all of my change making, I might have lost you. So if you were once linked to my blog and now you're not (or you think you should be linked) leave a comment and let me know. Or email me.

And if you hate the buttons, just say so.

He Hates That I Posted This Picture

2009-02-11T20:30:00.005-07:00

I love this man. My life is difficult without him.

To Aaron,

It's been three long days without you. Three long, sad, depressing, challenging, tiring, stressful, lonely (did I say long?) days as a single mom.

Thank goodness I had my shows. Maddy watched American Idol with me, to help ease my pain and sorrow.

The kids were naughty. I never made a "real" dinner. There were 3 hours spent at a Primary Activity- an hour of which was spent vacuuming up sprinkles off of the carpet. (Note to anyone- don't ever use sprinkles at a Primary Activity.) I missed my appointment to donate blood. I had to shovel snow. Twice.

And there may have been something like an IV of diet coke to keep me sane and somewhat pleasant. And mini Butterfingers.

Straight up. . . I am the happiest girl in the world now that you are home. Cause life is so much better with you around. . . and not hanging out in front of The Bellagio.

Love,

Mandee

Charlie Laughs

2009-02-10T13:40:00.004-07:00

I was going through some old family videos- I found this one and had to share.

Charlie was probably somewhere between 4-6 months, which would make Max around 2 and a half. Oh my gosh, what I would give to go back to that moment. Charlie (now almost 4 and a half) is still our child with a hearty, contagious, belly laugh. Between "I love you Mama" and some occasional screaming, it's all I hear throughout my day. And that makes me one lucky mom.

Make an on-line slideshow at www.OneTrueMedia.com

About January

2009-01-31T11:57:00.005-07:00

{Dear Winter, it's over. I hate you, and I love shorts.}

Do you know why I don't love January.

It's post holiday let down.

The snow is crusted over in ice, and it's dirty.

Depressing.

I am fully aware of all the crap I ate over the last 2 months that has now manifested itself in chubs.

Pasty white skin.

Officially sick of jeans, sweaters, boots.

I hate New Years, and Democratic Inaugurations.

And it's dark, dreary, and cold.

But today, I am having my own little celebration because it's the last day of the worst month of the year! And the sun is even shining. Praise the heavens.

And to celebrate, I'm going grocery shopping. Because my life... is still my life.

To Bunk Or Not To Bunk

2009-01-27T16:21:00.006-07:00

That is our question.

Growing up, my brothers had bunk beds. One brother broke his arm falling from the top bunk. They were not just beds, but also makeshift pirate boats and a GI Joe tank. Dangerous, exciting, fun.

Should I give in? Are bunk beds a childhood rite of passage? Do I owe it to my boys to let them fight over who sleeps on the top, play pirates and GI Joe, break an arm, or a leg?

Mom advice requested. (This is where you leave a comment telling me what you think.)

{p.s. I have no idea where I found this image}

Love, Mandee

2009-01-20T13:46:00.005-07:00

To President Bush,

I just wanted to say thanks for keeping us safe after September 11th. So many people judged and criticized you. They were rude and disrespectful. But I loved you, and always will. And I loved it when that crazy man threw his shoes at you, and you smirked about it. That was the best!

To President Obama,

I really want to like you. I really do. We disagree on LOTS of IMPORTANT topics. However, I am really, really, really hoping you surprise me. And make good choices. And break up with some of your evil friends. And don't call for a new Declaration of Independence. On a different note, Michelle looked great today, and your daughters are adorable.

To Mitt Romney,

I love you the most.

Really, Really Good Chocolate Cake

2009-01-19T15:56:00.004-07:00

Mostly, my life is made up of "one of those days".

When I need to eat a piece of chocolate cake just to cope. Today I had two.

Audrey Hepburn said;

"Let's face it, a nice creamy chocolate cake does a lot for a lot of people; it does for me."

She is so right. Sometimes, a piece of delicious chocolate cake can bring you just as much happiness as when your 2 year old takes a very long, much needed, totally prayed for nap.

"Dear Hevenly Father, please, please, please bless that he will take a nap today. And let it be long. Very long. Long enough for me to regain even a minimal amount of sanity. Amen. "

Last night I made Aunt Kelly's Chocolate Cake, and I thought I'd share it with you all. Quit your diet if you need to. It tastes that good.

INGREDIENTS:
2 cups white sugar
2 cups all-purpose flour
1/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup butter
1 cup water
1/2 cup buttermilk
2 eggs, beaten
1 teaspoon vanilla extract

DIRECTIONS:
Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Grease and flour a 9x13 inch pan. Mix together the sugar, flour, cocoa, baking powder, baking soda and salt. Set aside.

In a large saucepan bring butter and water to a boil. Remove from heat. Stir into flour mixture. Pour in buttermilk, eggs and vanilla; mix thoroughly.

Pour cake batter into prepared 9x13 inch baking pan. Bake in preheated oven for 25 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. Remove cake from oven and frost immediately with a thin layer of chocolate frosting.

Best when warm. But also delicious the next day.

(Aunt Jenee also has a really great chocolate cake from scratch recipe. But I don't know if I'm allowed to give it out. You know how my family is with recipes.)

Kid Valentines

2009-01-15T12:34:00.004-07:00

You have no idea the happiness I am currently feeling over finding these printable Valentines. Seriously. Like I won the lottery.

Our Valentine's Day will already be better because of this shop.

(psst... there's more cute stuff where that came from!)

{Found via: My Favorite Things}

Christmas 2008 In Pictures

2009-01-06T16:34:00.009-07:00

Waiting for Santa at University Mall.

Jack LOVES to pick his nose in pictures. And I quit caring about it.

We missed our stop on TRAX- actually, the driver shut the door on us. I was not happy. Neither was Charlie.

Crown Burger & Temple Square with the Payson Grants.

This year's Christmas Miracle: Kelly saved me with "Neighbor Gifts".

Christmas Eve Day with Grandpa George. (To be fair, since my parents are divorced and fairness matters, Granny came over Christmas Eve but she would kill me if I posted pictures.)

A generous sprinkling of Reindeer Food in the front yard on Christmas Eve.

Partying it up at the neighbors! We usually have a Mexican Fiesta Super Enchilada Christmas Eve Party with my side of the family... but they all flaked. Thank heavens the Blands were home!

The kids woke up at 9:30AM. We LOVE sleep at our house. Even on Christmas morning.

There was sunshine for a moment- and then it snowed for the rest of the day.

Big head phones.

He found true love in Legos.

He actually asked for sweaters this year.

When he came down the stairs and saw the presents he said "Thank You Mama!" and it was cute, and I WASN'T recording it! Immediate regret.

Also, don't forget:

We hate Southtowne Mall, and the security guard.
Our desperation to find Disney's Cars "Mater".
Wii Fit is the best invention ever!
The silent walk home from the neighbors house on Christmas Eve- it was special.
Skype- what took us so long?
Mikie's Best Christmas Present Ever to my mom (more on that later).
The little boys asking when Gramma Nakashima is coming home- "cause she's taking for a LONG time!"
The Bread Pudding at The Garden Cafe in the Grand America Hotel is the best bread pudding I've ever had in my entire life.
The lack of cleavage (so relieved) at Aaron's work Christmas Party at La Caille- which had really amazing (that was for you Amber) hot chocolate and great table discussion.
My Christmas mocs that almost never were. But they are. And my feet love them everyday.

the end.

My Annual "I Hate Being Cold" Post

2009-01-04T23:41:00.004-07:00

{Sunday Night's Current Temp}

I am wearing a wool sweater to bed tonight. And my toes are about to break off. Seriously, I don't know why we live here.

Make yourself a cup of hot chocolate and feel free to complain with me. Because I have nothing nice to say about cold, snow encrusted winter life in Utah right now. Nothing nice at all.

To Begin Again

2008-12-31T00:59:00.002-07:00

{image via www.rubberball.com}

I don't love New Year's Eve. I'm old and boring. But so is my husband. And tonight, we are putting the little ones to bed early, and drinking hot chocolate in front of the fire while reflecting on 2008. Laptops on laps. Smiles on lips. Some chocolate. And thoughts rewinding through 2008. Now THAT is good times!

But I do appreciate the New Year, and the opportunity to begin again. There is a quote (thanks to Heather for sharing) that I read often-

"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded."

Emerson

So as I look toward 2009, considering all that we have planned, and that which is to come, it is my hope that as a family we will laugh often and much, enjoy and build loyal friendships and family relationships, find the best in others, and maybe even plant a garden.

Happy New Year to our friends and family. May you enjoy success, love, peace, health, happiness and all good things in 2009.

Merriest Christmas

2008-12-24T22:24:00.004-07:00

The Nativity

From our family to yours. . . may you feel the peace and love of our Savior Jesus Christ.

Merriest Christmas!

Love,
Aaron, Mandee, Parker, Maddy, Maxwell, Charlie, and Jack

Really Good Holiday Dip

2008-12-23T22:53:00.001-07:00

I am a girl of not so many talents, but one thing I know how to do really well is eat really good food.

And this Cheese Fondue from Rachie is a family favorite - my big kids have fond memories of eating this dip at her cubicle when I worked at Franklin Covey (the first time) and they ask for it every year.

Cheese Fondue/Dip
4 packages of softened cream cheese
1 cup sour cream
4 tbsp milk
1 tsp of garlic powder
1/2 tsp pepper
14 oz of chick beef (she suggests Armor Star brand) I use cooked & chopped bacon
4 tbsp of minced onion

Combine ingredients, mix well. Bake in 9x13 pan for 30 minutes at 350. Serve in fondue dish or small crock pot with sourdough or french bread.

Because I Love St. Elmo's Fire

2008-12-19T09:05:00.003-07:00

This has nothing to do with Christmas, but I love it so much I feel the need to share it with the world. I don't know that anyone else (aside from my brother, Mark) loves David Foster's music as much as I do. So when Jack accidentally changed the channel to the David Foster & Friends concert, I thought I had died and gone to HEAVEN. Heaven.

If you are thirty-something plus, and loved St. Elmo's Fire (one thing Aaron and I bonded over when we were dating) then watch the video (at least the first 45 seconds- although the 2 minutes and 49 seconds offer immense viewing pleasure) and tell me how much you loved it, and Michael Johns, and how you and I should be best friends forever!

And if you end up not loving it as much as I do, or don't know what St. Elmo's Fire is (like my sister Abby), I still love you, and we can still be friends.

The End of a Really Short Rope

2008-12-17T11:21:00.005-07:00

Is it really too much to ask that my kids. . .

put their shoes in the baskets in the mudroom?
hang their jackets up on the hooks?
NOT TOUCH ANYTHING but their matchbox cars?

Seriously. Don't touch anything. That includes the Christmas tree, the ornaments that you insist on using as soccer balls, the wrapping paper, and all items of food in the pantry. Also, please don't ask me to make you chicken nuggets. Don't ask me to turn on the Backyardigans for the 500-millionth time. And the tape- for hells sake- LEAVE MY TAPE ALONE! DO NOT wrap it around your head.

I have officially hit the "You-Are-Driving-Me-Crazy" Mom Wall. It's 11:24 in the late morning.

Aaron keeps asking me what I want for Christmas. And my answer is this;

a house that will stay clean for at least 24 hours.
a good book
a moment of peace and quiet
and these mocs. . .

That is all I want. You can tell me how much you love me, and how I'm your favorite wife EVER tonight as we battle the kids together. You wear the body armor, and I will wear camouflage. And know that right now I am singing U2's "Baby, Please Come Home" as I write.

Seriously. Just come home.

Busted

2008-12-08T12:03:00.001-07:00

{See Maxwell's hat? That is why I got busted at last year's Festival. And apparently Max is ticked- probably because I made him wear those things in a picture. But Charlie loves them... so happy. What a great picture!}

After last winter, I am convinced there is snow in hell.

But it's Christmas time... and today it's snowing. And that makes me feel all warm and cozy in my insides. Mostly because the therm is set to 68, and the fireplace is on, and Charlie announced excitedly when he saw the snow "Mom, it's Christmas outside!"

But my Christmas merriment isn't so merry lately- probably because this happened last night as we were TRYING to have some fun family times with gingerbread houses:

Parker got sassy and sent to his room.

Jack chucked a glass Christmas ornament grenade style onto the dining room floor.

Charlie grabbed a handful of decorative ginger-bread-house candy and threw it at Max across the table.

All within a matter of 5 minutes.

So we will "Take Two" tonight.

Here's to better, snowy days full of Christmas merriment. And more family fun, drama, and chaos tonight.

The Festival of Trees 08

2008-12-07T19:38:00.010-07:00

I'm not one for crowds of people, but one event that I look forward to every Christmas is the Festival of Trees with our friends. It is amazing, it is beautiful, and it is fun! The kids love it, the moms LOVE it, and the dads tolerate it with a scone and a double dose of ibuprofen knowing that Crown Burger awaits them in the end.

This year we lasted longer than we ever have before. We have always had a baby in the stroller, with a bottle, needing a nap. This time around we still had a "baby" in the stroller, but no bottle and no nap required. And it made all the difference.

These two are inseparable when Aaron is around. In fact, Jack even does a little gallop around the kitchen when Aaron comes home from work. Yes, they love each other that much.

I HATE (loathe, detest, really hate) pictures of myself. This one included. But, there's a story here. Actually, it's last years story that we fully expected to reoccur this year. Last year, I helped Max and Charlie make these little reindeer hats/visors with glitter sprinkles. You can see the examples in the background. And last year, I apparently used too many glitter sprinkles because one of the helper ladies busted me over it. Which is why when I sat down to make a reindeer hat for Jack... Aaron was ready to capture me fighting with the helper lady over glitter sprinkles. But I didn't get busted this year, and the hat turned out AWESOME!

See... he loves it!

This is their favorite- fishing for suckers!

This is the part where he was mad at Aaron because he wanted the

cinnamon roll that they were "sharing"... and he wanted it on his stroller tray.

All to himself. Sad baby.

Maddy and company. Way too cute for their own good.

Happy Time

2008-12-03T10:27:00.000-07:00

So, this is me lately;

"Hi, welcome to my sad, depressing life of kid barf, child injuries, and a crappy Thanksgiving holiday. Let's be friends!"

Talk about a downer.

So this is me today:

"I need some happy, so I went back to old (like a year) videos of my especially cute kids, and found some. Let's be friends!"

Make an on-line slide show at www.OneTrueMedia.com

Yes, my house is messy. And please excuse Charlie's immodesty- he does have a diaper on. And oh how I miss that fat, crawling baby. Happy, happy times!

Happy Tuesday- War Is Not Over

2008-12-02T13:31:00.012-07:00

{image via flickr}

Just when we thought the worst was over, Max started the morning with a mad dash to the bathroom with his very own offering of kid barf.

At least last nights dinner (our official Thanksgiving dinner) had been digested.

And now I am beginning to wonder if we will ever recover. This comes after a trip Saturday night to the Emergency Room.

Saturday Night: Aaron happily obliged me in seeing Twilight- I was excited for him to see why Maddy and I share the same obsession, and he was just happy to be with me. (His words, not mine.)

And we left the theater with me wanting to see it AGAIN, Aaron freaking out that Maddy actually witnessed a girl... kissing a boy... in her underwear... on her bed, and an urgent phone call from Parker telling us that Max had run into the corner of Aaron's nightstand with his forehead.

We met our good neighbor and Max at the ER. Mark has spent almost as much time in ER's and hospitals as he has at home. And a special thanks to Kathy for being a nurse and living across the street from us. We couldn't be surrounded by more capable people.

7 stitches, a 2nd opinion, and a tube of Maderma For Kids later, we are on the mend. I say "we" because I have never been so traumatized over an injury in my life. I keep replaying how it happened, the gaping hole in his forehead, the sad face I found in the ER, and how I was NOT THERE when it happened. I have cried myself to sleep over this. Dramatic, I know. But I still grow anxious and feel a knot in my stomach when I look at his poor, little, bandaged head.

And as for now, we are so losing the war. Only 3/5ths of my Christmas shopping is done. Black Friday was a bust. Dealing with the sick and wounded. And we are in dire need of snow here in my neck of the woods. And even though I am not a big fan of the fluffy white stuff, Christmas just isn't Christmas without snow... ya know.

So this is (not beginning to look a lot like) Christmas.

It's Not a "Happy" Thanksgiving

2008-11-27T10:14:00.004-07:00

Charlie and Jack came down with the stomach flu last night. Talk about terrible, terrible timing. And we had spaghetti for dinner. We will never have spaghetti ever again.

So, today we are holed up in our house- with the sick and exposed quarantined to one part of the house, and the others banned to the basement. We will have chicken noodle soup, lots of clear liquids, play video games, and watch Christmas movies. And pray to the holy heavens that no one else comes down with it.

Scrubbing, sanitizing, scrubbing some more. And feeling sad that we won't be with our family today.

But through it all, today I am thankful for my family, my parents, my siblings, my in laws, all of the cousins, amazing friends- old and new, our generally good health, our home, our jobs, and my faith, all of which come from the hand of God.

We are blessed, and I am thankful. Even when I'm covered in kid barf.

Once more... Happy Thanksgiving to you!

Happy Thanksgiving

2008-11-25T00:00:00.001-07:00

Wishing you a grateful and indulgent Thanksgiving day...

and a cozy place to take a nap.

Family Pictures- 2008

2008-11-20T17:47:00.002-07:00

This is why it's awesome to have a photographer in the family! I want to wallpaper my house with every single one! Thanks Kelly!

So... the story behind family pictures 2008? Parker hated taking them. Max loved posing for them- which is TOTALLY out of character. Jack loved to pick his nose. And I gained 10 pounds since last year in my cheeks alone. As always, Aaron is handsome, Maddy... beautiful even as a brunette, and the camera loved Charlie.

Pearls & Swine

2008-11-13T10:45:00.003-07:00

This moment actually occurred 2 months ago. Sometimes I write and don't publish. And as I was deleting posts that I am glad I didn't publish, I came across this one... that I don't want to forget. A priceless moment of complete embarrassment shared for the sake of my posterity, and my case of early dementia.

Recently, our church meetings changed from 1PM to 9AM.

A shock to my system, but a very welcome change. Church from 1-4PM is just wrong. It takes the entire day to get ready (and we're still late), it's right in the middle of nap time, and by the time you get home and eat dinner, the day is over.

But church at 9AM, has is pros and cons as well. We have to wake up at the crack of dawn, but at least we're home by lunch time with the rest of the day to enjoy the Sabbath and keep it holy. To eat, to nap, to read, to take walks, to visit family, to make brownies and eat them with our favorite friends.

But there was a HUGE con that happened today. And it involved my fat baby who likes to say bad words, and because he woke up at the crack of dawn, and because we rushed out of the house and forgot his "jewsh", just happened to be super cranky during our first hour of church... which happens to be Sacrament Meeting.

Sacrament Meeting, for those who have not yet experienced it, is the meeting where we Mormons partake of the bread and water, and then listen intently and reverently (while battling with our naughty children) to members of our congregation share their experiences, testimonies, and knowledge on various spiritual topics.

In our congregation, we fill a stake center from chapel to overflow- where the basketball court meets the stage- with people. And we recently learned that our place on the ward seating chart is somewhere in the back.... on metal chairs, on the hardwood of the basketball court.

So back to my cranky baby. He was really mad that we didn't bring his "jewsh", so Aaron and I juggled him back and forth in an effort to both entertain and contain him, and ruining the meeting for those around us. He had already chucked a handful of Matchbox cars (I don't know why we bring those) as well as thrown himself on the hardwood floor in a tantrum.

In a moment of amazing motherhood genius and compassion (note the heavy use of sarcasm), I gently picked him up, sat him on my lap facing me and whispered in his ear "I love you baby."

His response resulted in my new Most Embarrassing Moment of My Life.

With his cute, little, chubby 2 year old hands, he grabbed both strands of my pearls (1 fake, 1 real) and yanked. In a rush of panic, I grabbed his hands trying to keep them from pulling any further away from my neck, and then- he pulled harder.

Pearls everywhere.

Bouncing on the hardwood, basketball court/0verflow/metal chair covered room.

Clanking, clinking, bouncing, rolling, loud, loud, loud pearls EVERYWHERE. In horror, with a bright red, beaming face, I looked closely to examine which pearls they were. I only saw the fake set- not a set any longer- rolling on the floor.

I checked for the real set- still around my neck. Which was a tiny consolation of comfort in that moment of complete humiliation.

And then I heard a rumble of talk and laughter. They were laughing at us. One nice man walked up to Aaron and kindly handed him ONE of the pearls. In jest, I'm sure.

The speaker finally finished. I grabbed Jack, and my church bag, and softly stepped through pearls scattered all across the floor. I quietly, while wishing I was invisible, walked to the nearest exit, while pearls continued to drop through my dress.

Clank.

If I could have gone home, I would have in a heart beat. If I could have spanked his cute, little 2 year old bum, I would have done that, too. But... I had to stay at church, and really, he is too cute to spank.

And today's life lesson learned- the literal casting of pearls before swine (or a two year old) is not at all worth it.

Go For Broke

2008-11-11T16:08:00.009-07:00

{My Pamps and my mom}

We called our Grandpa- Pamps- it was how my older brother pronounced Grandpa. And even though I was 6 when he passed away, I have some wonderful memories of him. He and my Gramma were the greeters in Primary- they would stand at the doors and welcome all of the kids to Primary, often shaking hands with the children and giving me a hug. I was so proud. He would also watch Herbie The Love Bug with us on Sunday afternoons while my Gramma made us toasted cheese sandwiches. He was sick a lot, and I remember going with him and my Gramma to dialysis on Saturday mornings.

I remember his funeral, and how sad I was. I think it was my first experience with complete devastation.

Today I am thankful for the memories that I have of him and with him. And I am thankful for the service he provided as a member of the United States Army. I could not be more proud of my heritage.

He was a Japanese/Mexican American who was taken to live in a concentration camp with his father, brother, and sisters after the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. He soon joined the United States Army, and served valiantly and proudly in one of the most decorated units- the 442nd Infantry- to date.

His unit's motto was "Go For Broke", meaning "put it all on the line". And he did.

I love him for who he was as a man, as a father, as a grandfather, and as a patriot. And I am proudly teaching my children about him, about his life, and the legacy that they are expected to continue.

To all the Veterans, thank you for your service to all Americans and to our country. Thank you for protecting our freedom. Thank you for your sacrifice. Thank you for your patriotism.

And thank you to my Pamps for being my Pamps- and for being such an amazing example to my family. And for the Japanese eyelashes and short legs that I inherited.

I love you.

For Sale By Owner

2008-11-10T12:19:00.001-07:00

(this is NOT my house)

My house is unofficially for sale. But if you want to buy it, I will officially sell it to you. (This is where Aaron calls to tell me to delete this post.) Honestly, I am moody and sick of cleaning it. But also honestly, we love our friends and neighbors. And even more honestly, I am homesick for our old next door neighbors, the Romines.

The good news (if you are selling a house) is that according to Dave Ramsey the housing market has already hit rock bottom, and existing home sales are up in Utah (that part I heard on news radio).

And if I could buy this house (pictured above), I would in a heartbeat. It's cozy.

To Do List: The Weekend

2008-11-06T16:06:00.008-07:00

drink lots of diet coke

read Standing For Something by Gordon B. Hinckley

light my cranberry/orange candle

and a fire

put on flannel pajamas

decorate for Christmas

binge on cookies

get over it

start a conservative values revolution

Happy Halloween... I Guess

2008-10-31T00:00:00.001-06:00

{photo by Heather Ives}

I stole this from Kelly's sisters' blog. (This is where I get busted cause I didn't ask- but I love you Heather! And I think you are awesome and that Jacob and Maddy should get married!)

Anyway, I love her skills, and I especially love her pictures of a Quincy, IL cemetery. Check it out!

P.S. Yay for Halloween and that it's almost over! Now... let's celebrate the real holidays! Eggnog anyone?

the life and times of mandee grant

What Ten Years Feels Like

Let Us Eat Cake

His "Mad" Face

Maxwell's First Great Space Coaster Derby

Ethel Taylor Nakashima

Half Baked Posts That Never Made The Cut

Christmas 2010

Merry Christmas's

New York City In June or The Day We Saw Tom Cruise

We Have Ourselves A Missionary

New York- The Church History Part

New York- Niagra Falls

It Was Even Flag Day

The Day It Snowed In May

The Love Story of Aaron & Mandee

5 Good Reasons For Mother's Day

More Sunday Videos- This one is for Remi

Jack's First Primary Talk

The Best Surprise Party Ever

The Way It Is

Be Lise

At The Movies

Charlie In The Middle

Between Winter And Summer

Chipping Apples

Jumping Jack

Why Today is Better Than Yesterday

Dream Big

In Real Life

Little Chocolatiers

This Old House

Don't Forget

Our Dog Named Stella

Sometimes It's a Good Day

Jesus Loves The Sunbeams

December 2009

The Marathon Thanksgiving Vacation

Boys Will Be Boys

Happy Thanksgiving 2009

It's A Girl ... Again!

This Is Halloween- 2009

Because Life is a Party

Happy Birthdays

Let Sleeping Children Lie

Payson Onion Days is Fun

It's Official;

Three

There's Regret, And Then There's REGRET

It Was Amazing

Why Summer is Better Than Blogging

Life Unscripted

Happy Father's Day 2009

Martha's Chicken Tostadas

Fifteen

Graduation 101

And He Still Loves Me

Wishes

Because We Love You...

Zuriick Jack Jack On Sale Now

8 Things List

Race For The Cure- SLC, May 9th

Good Advice

Can You Hear Me Now?

Zuriick

Boys

No Really... I Really Did It!

Chicken Tortilla Soup

Give Me Liberty And Capitalism And Real America Back

Thirty-Four

When 10 Years Feels Like 10 Minutes

Valentine Review

He Hates That I Posted This Picture

Charlie Laughs

About January

To Bunk Or Not To Bunk

Love, Mandee

Really, Really Good Chocolate Cake

Kid Valentines

Christmas 2008 In Pictures