Brrrrrrrthday

Yesterday our Roxi girl turned 2.  This is what the plan was: 

I left for foodland at 3:20pm the day of with both kids to get the ice cream. Bday girl's dad had been down and out with the flu the past 48 hours. Like seriously dead to to the world. the bigger they are the harder they fall. So solo I went! I instantly hit the ice cream isle and wanted to over do it all, but quickly cut myself off. I didn't want to even try and make it a to die for pretty pinterest party and disappoint myself. Ice cream, cones, whip cream, sprinkles and a cherry on top. 

Came home, threw a sheet on the folding table and this is the party we got. My two year old and all her friends couldn't have been more entertained. 

I wanted the day to be simple and enjoyable for everyone.  Birthday girl didn't wear anything special making her stand out in fact she was in closest thing acceptable to her birthday suit. The neighborhood kids were bringing her gifts all day from inside their houses and wrapping them in whatever they could find. It was awesome to see them give and make her feel special... she was stoked.  

Roxi's best friend is a little boy across the street she named "Badu".  When we were up in the morning out playing he was jumping up in down in the window of his apartment with his gift ready to give to Roxi, it was adorable. Then his door opened and he BOLTED out to give her a present, then ran back in and came back out with a little birthday cake.  What a way to start the day! We have amazing friends here.  

The party was messy, yummy and I even had fun.  A bunch of her friends played outside with whatever gifts she pulled out of their bags and ate a few melted ice cream cones. 

In my family growing up our tradition was that our gifts were hidden somewhere in the living room and we had to find them because well our birthday comes every year whether we earned it or not. What I plan on implementing in our family is that in order to get your gifts each kid has to give me something or service because HELLO! I BROUGHT YOU HERE! =) 

Anywho we love our Roxi Girl and all of her attiTWOed.  Happy Birthday! One good thing about each new day is it's one step closer to being THREE (my dad told me that). 

Yes these were the best pictures we got.  I am completely satisfied with how it all went down and so was miss Roxi.  That's an accomplishment. Thank you for everyone who helped make her day so special! We love you!

Next year:  popsicles

get that fix

Once I decide I want to do something, I want to do it NOW. example: when I want to cut my hair, I don't want to call and make an appointment, I want to walk in, sit down and do the dang thing, otherwise I end up doing it myself.  (not so good sometimes)  I realized that I HATE anticipation, that build up, the planning and preparation because then when it does or doesn't turn out as every hope and dream I had, it's somewhat disappointing. The two events so far in life that have ZERO let down after for myself have been the birth of my two babies.  9 months of build up and they can't let me down, it's impossible. I thrive in spontaneity and I never used to claim that.  This way there are no expectations.  this is all interesting now that I think about my day and routine and such... but the times I am most happy are impromptu moments that go a little like this,

"Hey what do you think about a sunset swim? OK go get dressed before I change my mind."

I don't believe in perfect moments although there is a time and place for everything. Wait I don't know if that applies to everything I thought anymore. Ehh anyways. I was the kid who never used my art set because I wanted it to be on a REALLY REALLY special project, the perfect project....and you know what, it never got used.  The food I bought went bad because I was waiting for the special occasion to prepare it instead of just eating it! That's what food is for!!! To eat when you want to eat it! Ugh why why why me!? I waited TOO MUCH for things to be just right and I CANT DO IT ANYMORE.

GO GO GO. Keep it movement. 

Been busy

When I was a youngin my older sister would tease me and say, "You're going to grow up, go to BYU Hawaii, marry a beautiful Polynesian man and give me beautiful brown nieces and nephews". Check check and CHECK! I have no idea what made her fabricate such hopes for me, and there were times I was no where near this path whatsoever. But look at me now. These past 3 years have been pretty productive to meeting my sisters expectations. 

3 years ago at this time I was balling my eyes out because I was scared to wake up the next morning and go back to the temple where I would be sealed for time and eternity to my partner in crime. I wasn't nervous about marrying him, (although I probably should have been) but more so I was nervous to go back to the temple after my first go prior that evening. My first session kinda rocked my world. Poor D thought I didn't want to marry him haha. But I made it back and we did it. 

3 years ago tomorrow we were told that the feeling we felt that day, that what we thought was "love", would go away. Romantic right? Love has to be learned and cultivated. Do work son. And it is work. Hard. But I never knew what that meant before in the thick of it, that marriage is hard. I don't even know how to explain it to someone not married... You just have to do it to feel it. And you'll feel it ALL. The emotions such a bond plays on is crazy. 

I married him because I wanted to. It was solely selfish reasoning. I want to be with him I want to build with him and I want to become great with him! 

So 3 years and two beautiful kids later here we are. I've been pregnant for about 1/2 our marriage... Haha life's  been busy and  time has been warped. Cheers for eternity! Love loving my husband. 

Let's do this

Today I did something I knew I would eventually do but wish I didn't. I read a story about this last month and it made me sick to my stomach! This is how babies die. 

Ok now you're dying to know what happened right?

And so it began, I'm a little scattered as I rushed out the door with baby, over night bag, and dinner disbursed evenly to keep balance as I scoot toddler out and down the stairs to the car. We're all in and on time with no tears, so far so good!  I'm on my way to my in laws house where I will be staying for 2 weeks and looking after our disabled cousin.

I pull up to the drive way, put the car in park, turn, look at the load I'm about to transfer into the house and make a split second game plan of what to pick up first. I turn off the car throw my keys in my bag in the drivers seat, open the door stand up, hit the unlock button so I can get the kids out and close the door. (I almost wanted to say the door fell shut to make myself feel better because it does that all the time, but it didn't, I closed it. I go to open back door...LOCKED

Both my babies are locked in my car in Hawaii in one of the hottest hours of the day with all the windows up. No spare key exists nor AAA. Thank goodness I was at the house and had access to a phone because mine is in the car of course. I call my husband. Straight up, no hello, just "DES I LOCKED THE KIDS IN THE CAR I NEED YOUR HELP." Click.

Yeah it feels like that ^^ (thanks kate for the clip haha!)

So what am I doing in the mean time?? Watching in horror as my almost 4 month old (who sweats like a beast as it is) screaming and making it worse! The toddler is still a little clueless and okay. Her cousins came out and are talking to her through the window. If I walked away she'd get mad and cry because she thought I was leaving her. Well we got her to try and unlock the door from her carseat but she her fingers weren't strong enough. Here I am yelling to her "I'll give you a pop if you open the door!!!" (Otter pops are my most powerful bargaining chip this week)  And of course the one time its ok for her to try and climb out her car seat, she wont even try. I now decide its a good time to start praying. One cousin (age 5) got his crow bar and offered to pry the door open and said he thought it would work. I declined the offer and said lets wait and see what Dez could come up with.

As I'm calling Des to see where he is and if I should call the fire department, after the first ring I see this big black SUV swing the corner (towing a trailer of picnic tables) and barrel straight toward us. They stop and jump out Dez, one of his boys and his boy's dad, all charge the car with some straight up theft tools and get down to business.

Apparently the conversation after I called des to tell him what happened was along the lines of
Des- "my wife locked the kids in the car!"
Uncle- "Get the F*** in the car! Lets do this!"(I'm glad they're on our team)

And this they did. After prying open the door with a wedge they stuck a bent rod through the crack and fished until they hit the unlock button. Mid operation a lot of faith in my husbands parenting was restored when I heard him say "forget the car! Break em if we haft to!" Because this car, our murdered out Chrysler 300 is one of his cherished children.

As soon as I heard that lock free we flew the doors open and grabbed the kids. Both were totally fine besides a little sweaty and confused.

I'd been paranoid about when this would happen. I probably increased my chances of it happening simply by the law of attraction. haha but our unlock button is not the most reliable and takes a few pushes before it actually does its job. I rushed and look where it got me. I'm so glad everything was okay. My babies are safe and the car not damaged, Dez didn't give me a rough time about it and I now have two spare keys for when this DOESN'T happen in the future.

Then we went inside and made sock puppets. The end

Tech Siesta

As follow up from my post about disconnecting, I hereby declare a daily tech siesta from 3pm-4pm. One hour unplugged. Yes I'm taking all the electronics (his, hers and minis) and locking them in our gun case for the hour.

According to wikipedia, "The original concept of a siesta seems to have been merely that of a midday break intended to allow people to spend time with their friends and family"

Let you know how it goes.

Thank you

What Not to Wear (baby edition)

I just want to start this out with thanking any and everyone who has ever given my kids clothes. We truly appreciate them and I hope this post doesn't imply otherwise. That being said, this post is about baby clothes and how much I hate them. And this is all my own OPINION in which you are entitled to agree or disagree (beauty of a blog right?)

Babies are humans and deserve to be dressed like a human(if we must dress them at all). It hurts me to see what these helpless beings are paraded around in. Here's my main issues

• Wording.  They're clothes don't need to explain their life. unnecessary and dumb. 
• Characters. leave them for the TV, my child is not a walking advertisement, rarely I find a cute animal or classic character I'm okay with
• Prints. Too abstract. Usually a hit or miss. I like the classic stripes, polkadots and just plain! 
• Bells and Whistles. Bows, Ruffles, Darts, Lace, Rhinestones, Pockets. Headbands. Enuff already!
• Expensive. Seriously why do baby clothes cost the same if not more than adult clothes, its 1/4 the material?? Scam

Pjs are the exception, there is some flexibility there.  Everyone young and old has some sort of ridiculous looking article of clothing that they have and sleep in, and that's your business) 

What I'm getting at is babies are cute in the bare minimal because that is their means of survival.  

I'm sure I'm not alone and it's pretty natural that I want my kids style to reflect my own...  I have to look at them all day gosh darnit. Haha jk. No but forreal though. When I do go shopping, is this this too much to ask? I want  

• Simplicity
• Affordability 
• Comfort
• Ease
• Functionality  

example: Jeggings I think were the best thing to happen to baby clothes in a LONG time.  And what makes a plain V neck onesie so darn hard to find other than at a high end expensive store online??

I'm pretty fortunate to live in a climate that does not require full clothing if any at all for a majority of the year, but I know other mothers and fathers feel my pain.


I hope this post does not ever deter or discourage anyone who is ever inclined to give us baby clothes because I am indeed so grateful for it all! I am also grateful to be able to protect and clothe my kids so please don't take this the wrong way.  And I'm not by any means judging you or your kids for what they wear. This is not meant to be snobbish. I'd love to hear others opinions on why they chose what they do for thier kids wear and if they care! I do find fashion an interesting lens to view life in general, hence the reasoning behind this post in the first place. 

I don't like to think of myself as very materialistic but if society is going to require us to clothe ourselves and children, I believe we should be able to at least make it enjoyable!

Now don't go scrutinize every pic I post of my kids to see what they're wearing!

Flashback Friday?

So originally I was going to tell flashback stories every once in a while here... but then as I started rehashing the interesting ones, I realized that maybe I don't want those to be public record for my kids to unearth once they figure out how to use google... which might be sooner than we think. SO in the interest of keeping my respect and parenting authority I will refrain from story telling until I think of an appropriate noteworthy flashback. By then I may forget it all anyways, which might not be a terrible thing in some cases.  

...this might be a while.