The Worst Selfie Ever!

I don’t know why I took it. Everyone else seems to document their every move so why not me? I was pretty miserable at the time. Most people are when they visit where I was. I have never been good at taking my own picture. I always end up with thirty chins or worse. Why does every body else take glamorous flattering selfies with ease and expertise? Kim Kardashian is even publishing a book of strictly selfies for heavens sake, so I really have no idea what possessed me to take a selfie…….. AT THE DENTIST…




My Little Mermaid


My oldest is turning eleven this week, it is baffling to me that the tiny baby that was five weeks premature with a cry that sounded like a loud baby bird and skinny long giraffe like legs is now five foot five, and going into her last year of elementary school this upcoming school year! She is a amazing, with a heart of gold and someone who does not like to be in the spotlight which has been hard with her height, especially when everyone thinks she is fourteen.

What I love about her is she knows what she likes and does not feel pressured to give up the things that make her happy that may be percieved for younger girls. I think there is no reason to give that stuff up so soon, I am glad she is this way. I know this last stage before tweendom is fleeting but I am thankful for it all the same.

A year ago she began wanting something so badly that she could hardly stand it, think red rider bebe gun and you will know what I mean, She discovered a mermaid tail on the internet that surpassed her hopes and dreams by a million times. This was not just a swim suit bottom that went on your legs, this particular mermaid tail had a mono fin that helped you swim exactly like a mermaid. When she first showed me this mermaid tail I remember gasping at the price and in my head thinking that there was no way she would still want this in a year and that she would be on to the next big thing. I was so wrong. She wanted the tail more than anything even a year later. Buying her the mermaid tail was out of our price range for a birthday so we decided to give her a challenge. If she could earn half of the cost we would help her with the rest for her birthday.

She saved and worked hard and I was not really keeping track of the money she had saved when about a month ago she came to me with her portion. She was so proud of herself and still wanted that stinkin mermaid tail. We ordered it for her early so she would have more of the summer to channel her inner mermaid, telling her she would just get a few small things for her actual birthday, she did not mind. Her Grandma ended up buying her the matching swimsuit so she would have the whole look down.

She could hardly stand the wait. She probably checked the mailing status online three hundred times and even told me that she googled “how to be patient” to help her with the wait. The day it was supposed to come the mailman appeared to drive off and she was heartbroken. In the midst of her sadness we saw a a different mailman come up to our door with a giant box, it was hilarious because we knew this particular mailman, he was our neighbor in the last place we lived. He probably did not realize he was delivering the most anticipated package in history.

She tore open the box and immediately tried it on. She looked so great and really the smile on her face said it all. It was fun watching a dream come true for her. even a small one such as this. She swims amazing in it, spinning and doing flips in the most mermaidish way possible. Part of me wants to freeze time now more than ever.

I know other dreams will come her way but the one I will always remember is the year of the mermaid.


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My Own Downtown

This summer I am honestly loving all the extra time I have with my husband. Usually by the end of the summer we get on each others nerves in a major way. Thank goodness that has not happened yet. With all the extra time we have had, we decided to take on a fun project. We made a video for the Downtown SLC  contest. We had a blast making this and figuring out different ways to film us on our scooter all around Downtown.

Part of the total score to decide the winner is how many views, thumbs up, and comments on YouTube each video receives. if you have a minute go to our video to like and comment, or watch below. The prize is 5000 buckeroos! We will find out in a few days. Wether we win or lose we genuinely love downtown so much and loved sharing how we explore our city!

UPDATE: We did not win the contest, but that did not matter because the support from everyone was so awesome! Thanks for all the views and everything!


My Strangest Quirk

So because today is admit your strangest quirk day I thought I would go ahead and…….. Wait, you mean it is not admit your strangest quirk day? Well I might as well divulge anyways.


When I get really mad at my kids, when they keep asking me the same questions over and over and over again and when they don’t let me finish one task from beginning to end all the live long day some times my response is in song. Yes you read that correctly, not a happy song like I want my life to be a cute musical but a loud dramatic think operatic song  without the falsetto . I don’t know why I do this. Perhaps I feel it is more tame than yelling, maybe I just want to drive my kids crazy, but it happens. Not all the time mind you. just on days where my nerves are on edge and nothing more sane comes to mind.

While singing phrases like “No you can’t have another fruit snack!” I totally question my sanity but honestly it happens like a reflex. I can’t help myself. Maybe I just want to make sure I am heard and boy does it work. My kids usually look at me super strange and probably think , There she goes again. The future therapist they will need to go to because I am their mother probably  won’t believe them when they tell them they had a mom who sings responses to them when she was upset.

It does get my aggression out so it can’t be all that bad. I also think it  is much better than screaming my guts out. You should totally try it. I may even market it as a self help book titles “How to Yell at Your Kids Through Song”…… Yeah maybe not.

What is one of your strangest quirks? I am dying to know!



Adjusting to Summer

As we all know or have been reminded by our children fifty times a day it is now summer time. In their minds it means constant excitement, never a dull moment, and living in there swimsuit every day. While realistically none of that is possible, even the swimsuit one because eeew, kids are still expecting the summer of a life time.

In my life, this is the season for change. My husband gets a lot more time off in the summer because he is a teacher, although he works a little here and there we see each other a million times more which is mostly good. probably not for him around my certain time of the month, but we do enjoy seeing each other and spending more time together for the next little while.

I have wanted structure this summer which is like telling a mime to recite the gettysburg address. Organization and consistency just aren’t my forte. But alas I am trying it and seeing where it takes us this summer and hopefully that does not include a trip to the mental hospital when my eyes can’t stop twitching after the millionth time my four daughters have screamed that they are bored.

You know what I really want? A summer where my family and I truly spend time together, where we listen to each other and get things done. Where we work hard to play hard.

I happen to have a habit I have to stop immediately if I want this to happen. I need to pretty much have my iPhone surgically removed from my hand and pay attention to my life!

I have been going down this road for a little while now. To be more specific it’s the I am obsessed with looking at nonsense on my phone all the live long day road. My kids are so sick of this awful habit of mine that I am sure one of them will write a version of Cats in the Cradle about me and my phone when they are older. the chorus will go something like this.

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you looking up, Mom
I don’t know when, but we’ll finally make eye contact then.
You know we’ll see each other  then.


I am finding the best way to stop this habit is to completely leave my phone in the car or even home (gasp!) I am not that popular of a person. Not that many people even call me. I have no idea why I have made it such a high priority to be so connected and aware of articles on Facebook like, 30 foods that can be easily shaped to look like the cast of goonies, or Click this article to learn the secret to an amazing diet consisting %100 of spam.


Your probably thinking I am too hard on myself and maybe I am but I do know for a fact that a person is on their phone too often when every time they pick up a book or a magazine they try to enlarge the print with their fingers before realizing that books and magazines do not do that!


So here is to a summer of being present, to a summer of not knowing about every vague or subliminal Facebook status someone may post. To actually being too busy playing a game with my kids to even think about instagraming a picture of me playing that game with my kids. It is summer after all so I think I will at least attempt to make it the summer of a lifetime.