Grounded

Wow, I am a mom, isn't it crazy to realize sometimes. I know that sounds weird, but sometimes I look at Isaiah, and Scotty, and our house and think, I am now the mom, this is my house, my husband, and my beautiful baby boy. I feel so LUCKY. Can you imagine not being a mom after you have been one. A mother's heart will never be the same, even when your kid moves away, your still a mom, you still probably worry for them, and want to take away the pains they have to go through to grow. Sometimes I have glimpses of how amazing Isaiah's spirit is, and I feel so blessed and humbled that the Lord let me raise him.

The Big Three O

That's right Scotty is officially old. No I am just playing, but we felt old when we went to Seven Peaks for his birthday and it was highschool central, we where by far the oldest there, except for one sweet guy who had us beat. He was probably late twenties, big boy, in a speeo, with studded diamond earrings on the prowl for some young girl. FUNNY... Another funny thing, while we where waiting in line, a kid tried to pick up on Stacey and I. He asked us, what school do you go to, let me guess it starts with a T...(meaning Timpview)!!! Yeah he thought we were in highschool. I just started laughing and told him that we were moms, and probably could be his mom. He stopped and was like that is wierd.... It was dang funny.


I took him to Park City to mountain bike, and go to dinner. The trails in Park City are so FUN!! Super fast and smooth. We also went to a Mexican restuaraunt, that was dang good and cheap, El Chubasco, they have a salsa bar with ten different kinds of salsa. Well Scotty, love ya tons, and can't wait to spend thirty years more with you. It's crazy, I don't know if you ever feel the age that you are. I remember thinking thirty was so old, now it feels young to me. Although thirty Scotty still has it, look at him,he is one good looking boy, and even cuter when he is playing with Isaiah, he is the cutest dad. Happy Bday!!!

One way to eat an oarnge

Don't you love babies, exploring, putting everything in thier mouth to try and figure out.

San Jorge (pronounced san horhey)

This was one of the first real trips that we have taken the moose on and it couldn't have been more fun!!! My parents got a condo in St. George, and it is a blast, right next to all the mountain bike trails, pool, tennis courts, if you are reading this and craving a dose of sun and fun, let me know and we can take a trip. Here is Isaiah's first time swimming, it was funny he kept trying to drink the pool water.

We decided to road bike with the moose up Snow Canyon, Scotty was a rock star, because once you left the bike path and started climbing the road it was steep. I could bearly make it not pulling Isaiah. Isaiah loves it he just chills and watches the scenery.

Scotty hates this picture he thinks that he looks gay, I beg to differ. I thought the below picture of the moose was so cute, I think he is going to grow up to be the next rocker.

Basment for Rent

So our basement is now open for rent, 650 a month, we split utlitlies if you know of anyone that is looking let us know!! Oh it is two bedrooms, one bath, in Orem by the mouth of the canyon.

Dream Sheepy

Calling all mothers, this is the greatest invention ever made, the sleep sheep. Or as we like to call it the sheepy. Isaiah loves this sound maker, we snuck a few pics of him at nap time, because it was so cute. It's a stuffed animal that doubles as a sound maker. Whenever he goes to sleep we just hand him the sheepy and he tucks it under his arm and goes to bed. Little ones are so adorable aren't they! This is for you Jenny, I am posting some pics of Isaiah, so you can see him clear out in D.C., he misses his favorite aunt.

One time we lost the sheepy at Old Navy.  Isaiah loved to take it everywhere with him.  I realized we had lost it and he HAD to have it to sleep.  I went back to Old Navy determined to do whatever it took to find the sheepy.  They had thrown it away because it was so loved and tattered.  I told them that I wanted to get in the dumpster and find it--true love right there--but they wouldn't let me because of company policy.  So I convinced one of the workers to get in the dumpster and find it.  Find it they did and with a good wash, sheepy was back in Isaiah's hands.

Wally World

Me and Scotty took a little trip down to Wally World a couple of weekends ago. Kind of a random trip, it all started when Scotty came home from work and said that a guy at his work said he could get us free tickets to Disneyland. Which is great but you still need a way there which is pricey. While he was telling us the story, his friend was thier who's husband works for United. She said I can get you guys buddy passes if you want to go. No more coxing needed I was sold, free tickets in and buddy passes, what more could you ask for. It was way fun, we left little Isaiah home with my mother in law and ventured off to the wonderful land of Disney. Sorry little guy your turn will come when you are a little older.
Anyway, it was kind of an adventure getting there because they wouldn't let us rent a car because we didn't have a credit card just a debit card. Luckily our friends Nate and Katy, hooked us up with a ride, and a trip to Venice beach. They had never been thier so we convinced them of the necessity of seeing it once in your lifetime. Yes, if you have been thier the walking on glass crazy caribean man is still there, as well as the street dancers who do a backflip over five people, and my personal fav. the piano man. (my reaction to disgusting, pot bellied man, that was getting his groove on)

The next day we went to Disneyland. We couldn't have asked for a more perfect day, it was dead!! We did all the rides in both parks twice. Tower of Terror was my favorite, the drop is so fun, I couldn't help but grab Scotty's and the guy next to me hand. Good times, Scotty laughed so hard on all the rides, it was fun feeling like a little kid cruising around Disneyland. Yep, it is a magical place!!! (for all of you wondering if I am growing a sweet mustache, it's his whisker)
The next day we went home and the ride to the airport was interesting to say the least, lets just say public transit in southern california is not recomended unless you belong to a gang, or have a forty in a paper bag. Needless, to say we made it back in one peice. Good times!