What do you want to be when you grow up?

The conversations Trin and I have are not normally the regular 5-year-old variety. Her favorite line is "tell me about..." and it could be anything. I've been asked several times who made Heavenly Father, how our lungs work, how does water get to our house, etc. Last night Spencer was in bishopric meetings so I loaded up all three kids and took them down to the bronch lab to have Addi suctioned again. The moon was just a slight crescent, so we were talking about how the shadow of the earth makes it small, with lots of questions about space interspersed. The gist of it went like this:

Mac: Mom, when the sun goes to sleep, outerspace wakes up. I want to be an astronaut and go on Buzz (i.e. the Buzz Lightyear ride at Disneyland) and shoot the spookie monsters.

Mom: That's really cool Mac. Do you want to be an astronaut when you grow up?

Mac: Yes! When I'm a big man. Boys have pecs.

Mom: What do you want to be when you grow up, Trin?

Trin: Mom, I've already told you that I'm going to be a fairy when I grow up. But wait, can astronauts have pink space suits?

Mom: I suppose they can.

Trin: Okay, then. I can be a pink fairy astronaut because I want to go on a planet without gravity.

Mac: I'm going to be green!

Trin: Mom, what do you want to be when you grow up?

um...........

G.L.A.M.O.R.O.U.S

Glamorous, baby...Fergie style. That's what I've been doing for two weeks! Anyone jealous? Don't be. I haven't been able to clear the pharmacy off my kitchen counter for days and days. I was just getting over the cooties after my last post, and had worked SOOOOOOO hard to keep my self quarantined enough to keep the rest of my family healthy. I thought I had done okay, but the last half of the week through today everybody's been sick. Mac and Trin have had fevers and coughs, and Mac wakes up in the middle of the night screaming that his "eyes are broken" (i.e. they've been heinously crusted over) and little Miss Addi is the most pathetic of the lot. On top of 6 month vaccs and her flu shot on Monday, she's been feverish (more so than just shot leftovers), not wanting to do anything but sleep, and had to be suctioned at the bronch lab last night. I'm on round two of the nastiness and am to the point that I hate, HATE my house and entirely despise my couch, the likes of which have been the center of our world now for way too long.

Before Armageddon settled upon our household, we did manage an eventful couple of days out. We hit up the dinosaur museum, our regular storytime at the library, and the aquarium. Spenc stole my camera so I have no documentation, but I promise that I leave my house occasionally.

And I do apologize for the late post, as I was supposed to do my fatty check in on Monday, but I did weigh on Monday morning (before I got sick again, so this has been on personal merit)...and I am down from x-5 to x-8! 3 pounds this week, 12 to go!

Because I look like this in the bath tub

Because I look like this in the bath tub, minus the cute and squishy thing Addi has going for her, I was sooooooooooooo sick this entire last week. Yep, that's right. It's my own fault, really. Apparently I joked out loud one too many times about wanting some sort of tapeworm or flu nastiness to jump start my diet. Well it happened, and by Sunday morning, I quite frankly did not care if I was Fatty McGee the rest of my adult life if it meant feeling the way I did.
So this post has several purposes. The first is to brag about my little people. Addi is a fantastic napper, so she crashed out for her regular 2 to 2.5 hour nap twice a day, and Trin and Mac seriously built forts and colored all week. They've been such troopers. None of the rest of my family got sick, thank goodness. So for putting up with my cooties I've committed to Chuck E. Cheese's next week...the ULTIMATE reward.
The next purpose is to publicly commit myself. Nothing like the fear of embarassment in type to motivate yourself! So here's the scoop. I'm cheating a little bit by posting this Saturday night since my plan is to do this every Monday, but this crazy fat girl ate me and I haven't been able to get out! I could spew out some fantastic excuses, but frankly my fingers do not have the stamina. Nonetheless, I'm putting myself out there. I don't know how, but before I got sick I still had 20 pounds to lose to get to my goal weight...we'll just call that X. My lowest weight this week was X-10, which I was secretly thinking was fantastic, but since I had to break down and ingest something other than cranberry juice, I'm more like X-5, which still puts me a quarter of the way there! So every Monday I'll be checking in with everyone to keep myself on track, which also means I'll be posting more regularly, too. Doubly good!
The third and final purpose of this post was to simply put a cute naked baby on my blog.

Huh...It's January 7th already?

***Just as a disclaimer, the universe is conspiring against me. I've sat down several times to post. A while ago, I couldn't get my computer to save my pic formatting, and today blogger has refused to upload my images, so for now you'll be getting a slide show. The following was written previous to this crisis.***

Would ya look at that!?! We're already a week into January, and I haven't posted since the middle of October. I know none of you are spectacularly shocked, but really, I have thought about it. I even went so far as to promise...PROMISE my friend Brittney that I would have something by the end of the day that I talked to her. Well, it didn't happen! Deal! But here's what HAS happened since October 14th, or whenever the last time was I managed to have the desire to do something other than watch The Biggest Loser while eating my mother-in-law's cookies at the end of the day.

Halloween happened! I didn't actually manage to get all the kids in a pic at once, but for poterity's sake, Trin was a cat, Mac was the most handsome pirate you've ever seen, and Addi was a less-than-amused pumpkin...for like two seconds. We opt to decorate rather than carve pumpkins in our house, but they still turn out great! And the one pic of Trin at her school program is of everyone else singing and her refusing to, with her fingers in her ears, because she was petrified of this "spooky walk" song for two straight months!

Trin turned 5! I gave her the choice to either have a party and invite friends, or have one special friend out for a girls' day. She chose to have her cousin Grace spend the day with her, and wow... do those two know how to be girls. They got to pick where I took them for lunch. It was Burger King. I don't know that Trin had ever even been there before, but apparently Grace heard they had really cool toys. After that it was to the spa for up-do's, and a mini pedi and mani.

Thanksgiving was fantastic. We had an enormous gathering at Spencer's grandparents' house, and his grandma and mom did an amazing job with the tables and spread. I, however, did not take any pictures. Here are some to cover the month of November I seem to have lost, though. Mid month I took the kids to California for some much needed away time, and how in the world I managed to NOT take any pictures while we were at Dland is beyond me, but we did go visit my grandma and I got some while we were with her. My grandparents also made the trip from Oregon, via Colorado and my Uncle Jeff, while totally sick to come see us! We sure appreciated it, and wish we could have had you for longer! Thanks guys! We love you.

And December...what a month! We've lived so many different places, that this year there were old and new traditions to be had! The SLC temple lights were fantastic! We spent a chilly evening walking the grounds with Spencer's family, but the kids loved it. What a spirit there is there! Excitement, humility, reverence...all rolled into one! Trimming the tree was also quite a job this year. I'm not sure how I feel about having had an artificial tree in my house, but we had Spencer's parents' 12-footer on loan, and it was totally amazing! Our Christmas presents from my parents came early. Spencer and my brothers got to go indoor skydiving at this really great place in Ogden. Promise...Ogden! There are a few cool things going on up there! Trin and I were treated to Ballet West's performance of the Nutcracker. Trin's favorite was the Big Buffoon.

Our big Christmas dinner was the Monday before with Spencer's side of the family, and it was frantically entertaining as always. Christmas eve we always stay up watching The Polar Express while we make Santa's cookies and have hot chocolate. The kiddos didn't get up until 8:30 on Christmas morning, so my gift came early! (Not that, ya sickos...sleeping in!) The kids totally were spoiled, but I do have to admit they were very good this year, as is generally the case. I'm very blessed. Santa knows his stuff, but my family also is so good to them. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

New year's passed fairly quietly, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing after all the festivities. It was simply a time to be with my little family in my great big house and enjoy just being together. We spent new year's day at this great children's museum we have in SLC, and that was enough! I'm sooooo looking forward to what this new year has to bring for us. We have so many adventures; some planned, others not. So, I would not have a guess what it holds in store. I just know that we are so lucky, and undeservingly blessed.