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What!?!

I know I said I was going to post every day, but come on. Sometimes I just don’t have any thoughts rolling around in the old noggin’. Seriously.

Tonight I am going to eat out with a bunch of girl friends and I am sure when I leave Gentry will shed his clothing. He does this every night lately and runs around in his underwear, freezing and pretending he is Tarzan. And being the great parent that I am, I let him. Thank you all for not coming over in the evening unannounced. You would see us having Family Home Evening with one never nude (hi arrested development fans) child.

JJ just informed me that last night after the fight (we do that sometimes) and my evacuation of the house he went upstairs and broke my vacuum. 🙂

I smile to myself because I thought I was the only one who threw and broke things and scared the children.

Love you babe,
Makayla

Um, I have never been so proud.

Before we lived in Salt Lake, we lived in Logan. JJ worked at an ad agency there and he produced several camouflage patterns for White Buffalo Products. Here we have the “Western Range.” You can check out the rest of these fabrics here.

Isn’t JJ like Superman? Except that instead of being faster than a speeding bullet he is talented like Madonna. And versatile to boot. Also, he is really good at pelvic thrusts. Is that too much information?

JJ had a small surgery on Friday. Batman is fighting infection.

JJ said not to look at his back hair, so you better not.

Today the cut has a nice yellow bruise around it.

My cousin, Sarah, recently wrote this about turning 25 and viewing life as a child and an adult.

It made me think about the joy of being a parent. There are times I want to run away from here and I cannot take another punch in the face. But there are also magical times, times that I would never give up, and they are usually the most simple things.

There is something about being a mother that makes you so vulnerable to the simple awareness of your child.

When Macie was born and I went to see her for the first time, Gentry said to me, “You don’t need to hold her, she already knows you.” Tears instantly sprang to my eyes, I was shocked by his insightful and innocent comment.

There are so many times that he is in awe and I surrender to the emotion of watching him live and learn.

I cannot even think about going to Disneyland with Gentry, talking about it to other people makes my lip quiver. I have been talking to JJ about taking him in February with my cousin who lives near there. JJ was sad about the thought about not going with us on his first time and I cannot say I blame him. The magic of having him there would make my heart melt, until he started punching me.

It is the same with Christmas. It is one thing to be a child experiencing Christmas and so much better when you are providing the magic for someone else.

I feel like the narrator of his life, and I know this will only last a little while. Eventually he is going to tell me to take a hike, he wants to experience it all his way. I will have to retreat. Somehow though, I hope the magic stays.

I love being reminded about old things by someone with new eyes.

a bag full of orange markers.

This could really solve a lot of problems.

jj and I seem to be speaking different languages lately. I, of course, am speaking perfect English. Possibly even proper English with a nice accent.

He is speaking Cyborg.

Conversations from today alone:

M – What is the address for Pictureline?

J – 700 South 305 West

M – Long silence as I figure this out in my head.

J – So you get off the…

M – Don’t talk. more silence

J – Get off the freeway…

M – Did you call just to piss me off? Cause you are doing a good job.

Notice how I am so nice. He pauses in the middle of his work day to help me out and then I bite him in the ass.

And than just now:

J – The email is not going to work with your phone and your email.

M – So what you are saying is if I open the email on my phone than I cannot open it on my computer.

J – No. long silence

M – That makes no sense. I better try the question again. So if I open my email on my phone than I cannot open it on my computer.

J – No.

Fit ensues. Love when he cannot hear or answer my questions.

Today is a good day. JJ is not here, which is pretty normal. He didn’t go to work however. He went fishing with my brother and my brothers father-in-law. I love that he took a personal day all for himself.

:: fireworks + little guys ::

:: bbq’s + buzz games with friends ::

:: photography by gentry ::

:: hanging out at the lake throwing rocks and looking at spiders :: little boy interests :: new discoveries ::

:: gentry entertaining little tiny guys with superheroes mad flying skills ::

:: afternoon thunder + rainstorms ::

:: finding nightime reusable waterproof training pants (that hopefully work) ::

:: lazy sunday afternoons :: watching hero movies + eating popsicles ::

I love my life. I know I whine incessantly about it, but really I would not have it any other way.

Being married to a man who understands me and laughs at my stupid jokes is one of the greatest blessings in my life. Also, he lets me talk about my digestional triumphs and still thinks I am sexy. What could be any better?

Having a baby who only hates me half the time makes me swell with joy. Watching him learn, laugh, and grow is amazing to me. I love that he tells me where to stick it and in return I tell him to sit in time out. But I love that he has the guts to tell it like it is. Honesty, above all else, is so key to me.

I love my little house. I love living in a beautiful valley. I love friends who don’t criticize my inane personality.

Today I am thankful.