Est. 2000

So, it's Memorial Day, and I just feel like blogging.  I don't know that I even have anything exciting to say.  Jared's been out of town for a few days, Hawaii from Friday morning to Sunday morning, and then he left for Nauvoo Sunday afternoon!!  He came home for church and a nap and then we had to drive him right back to the airport.  He'll come back from Nauvoo tomorrow, but I don't know if he's even coming home before driving up to Idaho for 2 days.  Three trips in one week!!!  Crazy!  Anyhow, he wasn't here today, and I was all bummed out  because it's a holiday, and it should be an extra day off, right? Ha!!  But luckily last night my little spanish friend Luz called me and asked if I wanted to walk in the Woods Cross 5K with her this morning.  I had wanted to run it, but I got this awful cold at the end of last week, so I didn't want to run it and just cough and cough and cough the whole way through, and I didn't want to go by myself, so I had decided not to do it.  Anyhow, Luz called and I was so happy to have someone to go with.  So we got up early and were there by 6:55 and the boys had their blankies and sippies and a granola bar, so they were all set.  We walked, and Luz is short, so we didn't walk fast, and we finished in 51 minutes.  (Last year when I ran with Raymond and Jared I made it in 30 min 36 sec.  That doesn't have anything to do with this other than I wanted you all to know that I've run a 5K in a not shabby time.)  After the race, they had a little Memorial Day presentation and a breakfast which is free if you do the race.  They had a little Fish Pond with lots of lame prizes, and a Helicopter came and landed in the baseball field so all the kids could check out the inside.  It was a lot of fun.  I really like it because of the 'small town feel' ya know?!  There's lots of people there that you know, and nothing super fancy.  It was a lot of fun.  I'm really glad that we went and did that, because that made me not mope around all day!!  I'm so thankful for Luz!  She always calls at the right time, right when I need someone to talk to.  Anyhow, the rest of the day was just normal, and Cohen got to play outside with Connor for an hour or so, and then when we came in, we decided to have a Peanut Butter Sandwich Picnic in the backyard for dinner!  The weather was perfect, and after dinner the boys wanted to swim.  It's still a little chilly for hose water, but we this awesome/weird Hot Water faucet in our backyard, so I just filled their little pool with some hot water and some cold water, and they had their own little hot tub going on!!!  Pretty fancy, eh?!  Anyhow, its been a great day, even though Jared was gone.  I still would rather have had him here of course, but I'm thankful that the Lord is watching out for me, and helps me have a great day, when I was determined to be bitter and have a bad one!!

So, Cohen has this little quirk that I love most of the time, but not all of the time. He really likes to be clean. I love this when he wants me to wash his hands or his face, or wipe his runny nose or something like that. He doesn't like to be 'messy' as he calls it. What a good habit to have, right?! I hate it when he spills a drop or two of water on his shirt and then cannot survive if you don't take it off because it is now 'messy.' I especially hate it when this happens at the store or somewhere where we don't have immediate access to a clean shirt, because he will kick and scream and yell until you take it off, and then have to make him wear just his coat for the rest of the errands you are on. Picture it. Lovely. So a few weeks ago, I hadn't put a bib on Evan for lunch and so his shirt needed to be changed because we were eating oatmeal, and not something that brushes off really easy like Ramen Noodles. Anyhow, I take Evans shirt off, and Cohen begins insisting that he needs his shirt off too. I tell him that his shirt is still clean and that it doesn't need to be changed. "No, iss messy mom!" "Where?" "Righ here?" and he points to a perfectly clean spot. "Nope, its clean." He tries again, pointing to another spot, "Righ here?" "No Cohen, you don't need to have your shirt changed, it's clean!" He points to one more spot, which is also clean, which I also turn him down for. He then looks at me, looks back down at his shirt and spits a big ol' spit-wad onto his shirt!!! What?!! At least he's a problem solver, right?! I should have made him wear it, but it made me laugh so hard that I just gave in and took it off. "Yep, now it is messy Cohen. You are right!!!" So funny.

A few days ago Cohen was playing with my cell phone. He likes to watch the numbers come up on the screen as he pushes the buttons. I was bringing in groceries or something, and all of a sudden I hear my phone ringing, and not the ringing sound it makes when you are receiving a call, the ringing sound it makes when you are making a call!! He had turned on the speaker, thank goodness, and I don't know who in tarnation he's calling!!! So I run down the stairs to where he is and of course he's got the phone in his grubby little paws and doesn't want me to have it. He can sense my frantic state. I'm trying to grab it from him and he tells me, "No! I'm calling daddy!!" And lo and behold, who answers on the other end? Jared!! No kidding!! I was so relieved to hear his voice say "Hello" that I just started laughing! I had made 4 or 5 calls since the last time I had called Jared, so it's not like he just pressed Send Send or something. I don't know how he did it, but he did!! I know we are saying that kids are familiar with technology younger and younger nowadays, but this is a little rediculous!!!

I think Cohen's favorite phrase lately is, "I want do meeself!!!!" I grew up hearing stories about how my phrase like that was "Myself-a-do-it!!" So I actually find this endearing because even though I'm sure most 3 year olds have this independant spirit, it makes me think 'Ohhh!! He gets that from me!'

So, we know we're getting older because Cohen has turned 3!!! How am I going to feel when he turns 10? or 20?!!! AAAHHHH!!!! Anyhow, he is such a good boy, and he keeps us laughing every single day. I just love listening to his little voice, with his not quite right pronunciation of things, you know - his kid-talk. I still have to figure a few things out, but for the most part I can understand what the heck he's talking about!!! Communication is a beautiful thing. And he's very reasonable too. And by that I mean that when he is in the middle of throwing a fit, you can usually talk him back to normalcy if you use the right tactics.