Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Apple Picking In The Desert

On Saturday, the kids and I decided to go apple picking.  Dear dad was gone for the weekend, but we didn't want to miss our window of opportunity, so we weighed our options and ultimately decided to go without him.  It was only 90* which was good...toasty but not insanely miserable.  We packed some snacks, waters and sunscreen and headed out.  

Once we got to Date Creek Ranch, we grabbed a wheelbarrow and fruit picker (is that what they're called?) and started out on our adventure.





We lost Miss B for awhile when she went to find some tissue (her allergies were giving her fits).  She never came back and we finally found her as we were heading back.  Poor lost soul had searched the orchard over...even though we were basically in the same location the whole time! I am glad we found her though. :)





Here's the belly at about 28 weeks...things are moving along.  I was quite proud of myself for attempting this adventure alone.  As I have mentioned, this pregnancy hasn't been the easiest on me, but I was so so tired of not doing much and I decided to give it a whirl. I have missed adventuring!  I LOVED taking pictures of everything, as I haven't done much of that lately either.  It was a giant breath of fresh air for me to get out and conquer!




Luckily I have a lot of boys...especially Mr. C for all of the heavy lifting, tricky wheelbarrow maneuvering and stuff like that.  It's nice to have a strong older boy around.





When we had picked our fill (and found Miss B) we headed back, weighed and paid for our fruit and then enjoyed a wonderfully organic bratwurst and some snow cones at the barbecue that was being held at the orchard.  It was delightful and Mr. C thought he was in bratwurst heaven.


Then we went home and made Apple Crisp.  Perfection in a day. Now for the weather to cool down, so we can have a REAL fall atmosphere. :)

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Coming Soon

I'm starting to get really excited about my new bundle of joy, especially when I look at some of my recent newborn photos.  I really cannot believe we get to snuggle a new baby again (and wake up at all hours of the night...but I'm trying not to focus on that part).

12 weeks left.  Eeek!



The belly and I at 26 weeks (via Instagram).

Monday, September 15, 2014

A Spring Wedding

I'm finally getting around to posting my nephew's wedding.  It was wonderful to catch up with family and celebrate with the newlyweds.





I happened to catch a shot of a hot air balloon flying over the temple as we were headed into the ceremony.  'Twas perfect timing. :)


My sister-in-law put together the cutest picnic-type luncheon with personal box lunches for each guest.  I was soo excited.  They were adorable and so yummy.  Each box held a sandwich wrapped in wax paper, a pasta salad (or jello for the kids), chips, fruit and a giant chocolate chip cookie.  We also each had our own Martinellis apple juice and a bottled water.  It was perfect because we didn't have to wait in long lines to get our food...it was already there, complete with napkins, silverware and condiments.





The reception was beautiful.  It was held outdoors under gorgeous trees.  They decorated with hydrangeas, birds, nests and candy eggs (fitting for a spring wedding...and yes I know it's pretty much fall by now).  Guests were treated to a fabulous array of chocolate fondue items, which of course the kids loved.  I was most excited about the pre-toasted marshmallows. Yummy.









My two accident-prone boys were a wreck! Dennis had a face-on collision with a water bottle (strangest accident yet) and had a major black eye all weekend.  He could barely open it, it was so swollen.  Then the next day, Q got some road rash on his chin while playing with cousins.  Never a dull moment.  Later, my niece broke her leg.  It was quite the weekend!






Friday, September 12, 2014

Remembering My Grandma

I have been thinking about my Grandma Pat a lot lately.  She passed away about 10 years ago.  She was a big influence in my life and I have many fond memories of her.  She threw fun parties, always had some craft or two for the grand kids to indulge in and there seemed to be a fresh pie on the counter every time I visited. I loved her collection of mini Smurfs and Strawberry Shortcake dolls and the drawer where she kept her stash of Avon chap stick.  She had the coolest miniature cast iron stove, that my cousin and I would play with for hours (perhaps this is where my love of minis began).  She loved gardening, flowers, Coca Cola products and she was very creative.  She loved celebrating holidays and no one has ever made divinity like she did.  I have many memories of running to 7-11 for a Slurpee and of Easter parties and t-shirt painting parties.  We cousins loved to swing by our hands on her metal spinning clothes line until we got blisters and eat Ritz crackers all the day long.

(me in the striped pj's, my twin sisters and my Grandma...1988)

One of my biggest and fondest memories is how she influenced me to be a good person.  She was a great example of service and selflessness.  She encouraged me to read the Book of Mormon before I turned 12.  I respected and loved her very much and so even though it is a very long book (especially for a kid), I worked hard and read and read and can remember the day I went to her house and told her that I finished.  I was somewhere between 11-12 and I was so excited to tell her.  I remember sitting on her piano bench.  I think I even remember what I wore.  If I am right, it was that awesome peach satin dress that I loved. :)  And my hair was of course long and permed.  But because of her and my parents and other great examples in my life, I have a solid foundation of faith, love of the scriptures and a knowledge that I was loved by my Heavenly Father.

(around 1990 with my brother and sisters)

Another thing she taught me was to make sure I am in pictures, because she never wanted to be in them and would hide from the camera.  As a result, we have very few pictures of her and it really makes me sad.  So no matter how photogenic you think you are/aren't...get in those pictures people!  Your posterity will want to look at your cute face later.

I hope I can be like her.  I hope I can serve and give like her and be supportive and fun for my grandchildren.  She is definitely an inspiration to me.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

The Day Phoenix Flooded

We had an epic storm and resulting flood here in the Valley on Monday. It was so epic...schools closed, which NEVER happens here for weather, so it was awesome.  There were many roads flooded and therefore people couldn't get to school.  The freeway my hubby takes to work was totally covered in water and left many cars stranded.  He worked from home that day.  Cul-de-sacs, greenbelts and washes were filled with water.  Our greenbelt was a raging river earlier in the morning.  By the time we realized school was out, I was already on my way trying to pick up the carpool.  It was slow going as I had to pick the roads carefully and traffic was crazy.  I got the call cancelling school, and decided to pick up Miss B from early morning seminary (a scripture study class for the youth) since we were right by the church.  We picked up her and two friends and headed home.  Again traffic was insane with all of the road closures and it took us a bit to finally get home.  Once we were there, the two little boys immediately changed into swimsuits and headed to the greenbelt to play in the water.  The raging river had subsided to a nice giant puddle by that time.  They were extremely happy.


It will be a day we never forget for sure.  In other neighborhoods, people were jet-skiing and kayaking in their washes and parks turned lakes.  Craziness.



Miss B and I did some wading and enjoyed the beautiful overcast day and all the water!



  


Mr. C didn't get in on too much of the action because he recently sliced his thumb open during a dangerous Unload-The-Dishwasher-Accident.  One bowl decided to break in his hand somehow.  We're still not really sure how.  So he had to get five gruesome stitches.  We call it Frankenthumb now.  Or at least I do when he makes me look at it.  Blech.  He had to keep his stitches clean and plus he's a homebody anyway, so he enjoyed the day reading and enjoying a relaxing free day.  He is quite ecstatic that he gets out of dish washing duty for awhile though.

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