Friday, January 30, 2009


I would love to just freeze time right now. Zenock is at my favorite stage. He is doing so many things and learning new things every day. I just sit entertained and amazed at my precious little boy. His new word of the week is: Airplane... He is amazed by them and loves watching them outside. Today while watching his show they were talking about Kangaroo's and he turned to me and with out any trouble repeated Kangaroo right back to me! Poor Kid just gets smothered in kisses any time he does anything I think is amazing. (I secretly think he likes it.) Whenever he goes to bed, we have to not only give him hugs and kisses, but also any stuffed animal that might be in bed with him.

I even love his little attitude he gives me when I tell him "No." I don't know how I am ever going to learn how to not laugh when disciplining him. He is spoiled. :)

I love that he thinks he is big enough to do anything his Daddy does and tries to do absolutely everything like him. When JC comes home from work... Zenock runs to him and gives him a big hug and starts talking away... (in jibberish) and tells JC everything we have done that day. (I'm sure that's what he's saying.) He loves his Daddy so much!

I love watching him start to pick up on things I have been doing with him forever. For example: Taking his hand and pointing to pictures in his books. He now takes my hand and points to pictures in the book and tells me what they say or what is going on.

I just love watching his excitement for life... I learn so much from him every day. He is the perfect little boy.

I love you Zennie!

...Holiday Gala...

A couple of weeks ago JC's work held their Annual Holiday Gala at Ft. Belvoir's Officers Club. JC and I had both decided ahead of time that we weren't going to go. Our reasons: It was a formal event... JC would have to have either a tux or a really nice suit AND I had to have a formal dress. Not to mention the price per dinner plate was more than we had EVER spent on dinner our entire marriage. We also would need a babysitter... (Our last babysitter was our family when we went home in August... yeah, we don't get out much.:)
After declining the invitation, JC's boss asked us if we would go as his guests.... How do you refuse an offer from your boss?? JC borrowed a nice suit and he even came with me dress and shoe shopping. We found the best babysitter around :) and set off for a night of dining and dancing... (Oh boy was their dancing! Some people sure know how to "shake it..." We even stepped on the dance floor for a "small" moment. It was ALL quite entertaining.)

All in all... it was a fabulous event. :) A fun evening out with my incredible, amazing husband! Thanks JC! I love you!

Saturday, January 24, 2009

My Addiction...

The other day, my Mom called me to read me a story she found in her LDS Living magazine. She said she thought of me... (she knows my addiction well), and thought it was hilarious and had to pass it on. This pretty much explains my addiction and thought I would share it with anyone else who might have the same addiction. :)

(Sorry, I know it's a little long, but it is good, so ENJOY!)


A Costly Bargain

By Carolyn Leduc
I take pride in being thrifty. I cruise yard sales for clothes, buy furniture secondhand and refinish it at home-- anything to save a buck. But last year I learned by sad experience that being thrifty doesn't always pay off in the long run.
On february 15th, I passed by the candy display at our local grocery store. Pink, white, and red M&Ms were being liquidated: eighty-eight cents for a bag that normally went for $2.49. "You're joking," I said out loud, scooping up eight bags. "These will come in handy for nursery snacks, play dates for the kids, special occasions, food storage. I'll just freeze them and.... wait a minute," I stopped myself, sizing up my stash. With a quick U-turn, I headed back for the candy aisle. "What am I thinking? This is silly." I grabbed three more bags.

At home, ten bags went to the freezer and one was immediately torn open. Downing a handful-the peanut kind, my favorite - I congratulated myself for scoring such a deal. And then I ate some more. Four hours late, the bag was empty.

Not that I consumed them all alone. My husband and children had a few. but I confess the next bag was all mine. And the next. And the next.

Now, I happen to have a speedy metabolism, so gulping down M&Ms at the rate of four pounds a week didn't change my weight or waistline. But it did make me sick - sick of M&Ms. And, five weeks later, when the freezer was empty, I vowed it would be refilled with broccoli and sorbet popsicles. Healthy stuff.

Honestly, that resolution would have come to fruition. But then Easter came along and the day after Easter M&Ms were eighty-eight cents a pack again.

I just couldn't resist.

I worked my way through the year in this fashion, oading up on the Easter greens, the Halloween oranges, the Christmas reds. (Was there a Labor-Day mauve in there somewhere?)

Then came January. I found myself seated opposite Dr. John S. Ballard, III, urologist. "We'll do some test to figure out what caused that kidney stone. It may be something in your diet."

"Chocolate," I enlightened him.

"Well, it may be that," he hedged. "Several different factors could be involved."

"Trust me," I said. "If chocolate has anything to do with kidney stones, then chocolate is what caused mine. I'll try to reform."

At any rate, discounted M&Ms didn't seem like such a bargain when I got my hospital bill: $11,000 for a stone-zapping lithotripsy operation. Thank goodness we were insured.

Insurance notwhithstanding, with my co-payments, babysitting fees, gas to and from the doctor's office, and pain and suffereing taken into account, those M&Ms cost me no less than $320 a bag. I did the math.

Now Valentine's Day is just around the cornere again. I'll no doubt find myself innocently strolling by the candy aisle on February 15th when the bright pink "SALE" sign will catch my eye. I'll pause, look longingly over the display, and think of my kidney stone. I'll dutifully remind myself of the painful hidden costs of some seemingly great bargains. then I'll turn, square my shoulders' stiffen my spine, and walk away... with only four bags in my cart.

Some sales are just too good to pass up.

I really don't think my Mom had any idea how "Real" this story was for me.... (all except for the kidney stone part. Maybe this story was a warning for me.) Yeah, seriously. I know it is sad. I enlightened my Mom about how true this story was and I thought she was going to fall on the floor laughing at me. The Holiday M&Ms are my favorite... They really taste so much better! I've tried to stop, made myself sick, and vowed to never eat them ever again... The only safe time of year is Summer... when it is just the normal boring colors, but as soon as Halloween comes, my addiction is in full swing again. I was pretty relieved that I wasn't alone on this. :)
Oh... and yes, as I am writing this I am stuffing myself with Pink, Red, & White, Peanut M&Ms. :)

Wednesday, January 21, 2009


For awhile the missionaries in our ward have been talking about their neighbors who hold "LARPing" festivals once a month. The Game Master (the guy in charge of the festival) is their neighbor. We really didn't know what to think when they told us... (ok, we laughed... a lot). Anyhow, they take it pretty seriously....
The other day one of the festivals was going on and the missionaries called JC who happend to have his co-worker/friend, Ronnie over. They decided to head over to the missionaries house to check out all the excitement. (I volunteered to stay home with Zenock... It was raining... and I just can't see becoming a LARPer in my future. :)
So what is LARPing you ask.... (I had to wikipedia the answer...)
"A live action role-playing game (LARP) is a form of role-playing game where the participants physically act out their characters' actions. The players pursue their characters' goals within a fictional setting represented by the real world, while interacting with one another in character. Player actions are sometimes mediated by game rules. These rules may require players to succeed in contests such as physical combat with simulated weapons, in order for their characters to successfully complete actions. Alternatively, success may be determined randomly or by reaching consensus on an appropriate outcome."
Anyhow, here are some LARPing pictures...

Three of these guys are our missionaries.... Can you guess which one's?

They even let JC play with one of their weapons....

Ronnie's turn.....

Some of the LARPer's.... (I was told there were probably about 50 of them.)
Neither JC nor Ronnie think LARPing is in their future either.
There isn't much else to say.... Except, whatever you are thinking, I most likely agree.... :)

Thursday, January 15, 2009

My Birthday Wish...

Was for...
A BIG FAT juicy Birthday KISS....
BOY oh BOY, Did I get one... :)
He gives the BEST kisses.

I had such a great Birthday! Thank you everyone for all the Birthday wishes! I think I spent an entire day on my phone talking, texting, and catching up. Oh.. and I got to spend an entire day just hanging out and playing with my little guy.. which always makes me happy. THANKS!
(Anyone who cuts hair.. (April, I desperately need you!) want to come visit! :) I am terrified of going to a salon here... not only do they charge ten times more than anywhere I've ever gone, but I really don't want to risk having a bad haircut...)
JC called me earlier in the morning and said he got to work late and was going to be late getting home... little did I know, he left early from work to go and get me everything I wanted. :) After "locking" his keys in the car (I'm still not sure how he did it.. when he locks the car WITH keys in hand... Thanks Jeremy & Rebecca for the rescue!) and THREE hours later, he got home just in time to take me to dinner at Macaroni Grill... :) I seriously have the sweetest husband in the world! Thanks JC and Zenock for making my Birthday Perfect! I love you!

I got this cutest purse that I have been C.R.A.V.I.N.G... Can you crave a purse???

The other day JC and I were dress shopping for a holiday gala event we have to go to this weekend for his work... (I'm so not excited... I hate dress shopping... I'm such a T-shirt and jeans kinda girl.) Anyhow, in the dress store they had the cutest RED high heels. I told JC he needed to get them for me for my Birthday. He asked if I had anything to wear with them... and I really don't, but they were so cute! I really didn't think he would go back and get them for me, but he did!
Every girl should own a pair of Red high heels. :)
It was such a great day... I am one lucky girl.

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Monday, January 5, 2009

Surgery Day :(

Yeah... you read it right. Surgery Day... We have been dreading this day, trying to postpone it, and trying alternative ways to not have to go through with it. Since Zenock turned one, he has had really bad ear infections along with a LOT of fluid behind his ears that just wouldn't drain. Our doctor here decided to send us to an ear, nose, and throat specialist, because he was worried that it was starting to interfere with Zenock's speech development. We took him to the specialist a few weeks ago and found out that he wasn't hearing really well, (which is why his words are so jumbled up). They told us it was as if he was having a conversation under water. He responded well to voices, but when it came to sounds he wasn't hearing until the 40th level. (They consider between 1-20 normal!) We decided to go ahead with the surgery... and to have Ear Tubes placed in Zenock's ear to drain all the fluid.
It was a very small, simple, COMMON surgery they told us. I would say it was probably most traumatic for me the mother. I called my Mom last night, totally freaking out, crying, and wondering if I was doing the right thing. I don't know his pain level, I don't know if he can hear, and I don't want to do an unnecessary surgery... (even though the doctors tell me it is.) The thought of putting my baby under anesthesia was really freaking me out! Heck, I freaked out when I had to go under anesthesia! I even left instructions in my journal... (seriously, I know, laugh all you want.) BUT, this... This was MY Baby, my little boy. How grateful I am for the priesthood in my home and blessings of peace and comfort! :)

We woke up bright and early to get to the surgical center on time. While waiting for the doctors, we got to play for a little while in this adorable play room they have for the kids. The nurses were so good with Zenock and even gave him a cute little teddy bear to take home with him.
I sure love these two boys. I'm sure if Zenock were older, he would be telling me to, "Just Chill Mom," just like his Dad kept saying.

His little hospital gown was too cute. I wish they would have let us bring it home!

Zenock, Our little Beethoven. He loves music. He got a keyboard for Christmas and his Dad has already hidden it away in the closet. I secretly pull it out while he is at work. I love lots of happy noises.

They let one of us go in with Zenock until he fell asleep. I jumped and said, "I WILL do it." After, a few minutes in the waiting room, JC said... "Are you sure you can handle it?" It's probably a good thing too, because I don't think I could have. I wouldn't have been able to let go of my little guy.

They had so many fun toys to play with. I felt so guilty knowing that my little boy had no idea what was coming.

JC had me take this picture of part of the mural on the wall.... This is for you Kami. :)

So, I know there are LOTS of kids who have had ear tubes and this surgery. AND, I know I make it sound so much more traumatic than it really was. The surgery lasted about 5 minutes. It usually takes 20 minutes for a child to wake up from anesthesia (or so they told us...) Zenock was awake in FIVE. When we went into the recovery room, a nurse was holding him and they were watching a "show." Zenock was smiling and pointing at the TV. It was hilarious when he saw us.

They made us stay a half hour for recovery and sent us home. AND, since we have been home, Zenock has been his normal happy little self. He is doing great! All that freaking out for nothing.... What was I thinking?!? I do need to Chill...

"Easy, peasy, lemon squeezy."