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1st year pictures

2011-07-24T23:09:00.000-06:00

{On our way to dinner} "Let's stop for a few minutes and take some pictures of Layne before we go." The following is an example of how it went.....either Brynn was running into the picture or posing at different locations then insisting I take pictures of him. I think he needed some extra attention that day since we had been focused on Laynn for her special day. Because of this a "few minutes" turned into about 35 min. It abruptly ended when my patience ran dry. We got more good ones then I had thought, especially after we pulled out the bubbles. After that, we headed over to Bucco De Beppo to eat bread four ways; garlic bread, regular bread, pasta, and cake. That's my kind of meal baby!

Laynie's Carnival Birthday

2011-07-21T23:31:00.000-06:00

Laynie, our little crazy nut, turned one on July seventh. I thought it would be super fun to plan an outdoor party since everyone else in our family is in the winter. All in all it turned out pretty cute, but I just wish I had planned better for the actual decorating time. Oh, and if I could have made the wind go away that would have been awesome too. We almost moved inside the church across the street because of the pesky wind but I decided everyone would look much better for the pictures with wind blowing through their hair. It was also worth it for seeing plates of food catching a gust and smacking other people in the face...OK that only happened once but it was really good (I know-I'm messed up).

We had the best face painter ever! She even came early and helped me throw together some of the food and decorations....along with some of the guests (thanks again! Hey do you guys want to come over for dinner so you can cook it all while I run around and do nothing?!). At some point I threw away the idea of things being aesthetically pleasing and starting duct taping everything including a broken ketchup bottle to a stack of napkins to the table. (There goes that $1 table cloth I had planned on re-using when you all come over to make me dinner at my house.) So if you see a lot of ghetto taping jobs in the pictures it was out of necessity and just pretend it's not there.

The first thing we did was play the games. I didn't get pictures of the games, so I'll tell you about it. 'Knock Em Down' was the classic milk can game where........you guessed it..... you knocked them down with a ball. 'Spray Away' is a game with four golf tees (sitting in a drilled out piece of wood) that held four ping pong balls and you had to knock the ping pong balls off with a squirt gun. We also had 'Balloon Darts' and 'Bean Bag Toss' So basically we were trying to see which kid we were going to hang out by when the world ends in October (sorry Brynn, you didn't make the cut this time). After games we ate a little food and ton of junk. We had to squeeze it all on one table so things could hold others things to discourage all things from blowing away. The term, "Strength in numbers" could apply to food tables in a wind storm. You could also use it if you're in need of protection by kids with bean bags and darts. As you can see, it's a really versatile term. The last game was a watermelon eating contest and can I just brag about my husband for a minute please? He owned every single one of them! I'm a proud wife-nothing wrong with that.

After food Laynie smashed her cake and even took a little break in the middle and rested her head on it. Or maybe she loved the cake so much she was trying to give it a hug (I'm with you honey). Either way it was so adorable!!

Thank you so much to everyone that took the time to come! There is honestly no one else we'd rather run around in the wind with and pick up napkins and plates and silverware and taffy and signs and letters that go on signs, then you. It meant so much. :

We did it!!

2011-07-19T23:18:00.002-06:00

We went Camping at Currant Creek! This is kind of a big deal. I'll tell you why.

The first time we tried to go camping we were in Moab. Something or someone walked by our tent casting a shadow as we were playing our card games. It really freaked me out when Brad went out and couldn't see anything (honestly, I think it freaked him out too but you know, he'll never admit it) after that I felt an urgent need to get out of there as fast as humanly possible. Literally 5 min. later we had thrown everything in the car and on our way to a hotel. Who knows if it was a prompting or just a couple of scared kids (I mean one scared kid-hee hee!). Failed attempt number one.

Four or so years later we tried again with our dog Rusty and Brad's brother Drew and his wife, Em. All I recall is eating so many marshmallows I felt sick and when it was time to go to sleep our dog kept running back and forth over us (usually my face) and crying and whimpering and being an all around nuisance. After what seemed like hours, Brad took him home and then met up with us in the morning since it wasn't too far from our house. Failed attempt number two.

A year later we tried again (us, Drew, Em, and Em's brother's Aaron and his family) and we, again, ended up staying in a hotel. But this time it wasn't my fault or Rusty's fault, it was Brad's fault. We like to take turns, sharing is important. We were leaving to go on a cruise to the Caribbean in a week or so and had been told it was a good idea to start tanning in one of those coffin things so we wouldn't spontaneously combust the moment we stepped out in the sun. Anyway Brad got burned (he's going to kill me I'm telling you he went tanning BTW) and had some crazy reaction a few hours later just as it was getting dark out. He started getting hives and scratching his back and getting more hives to the point that I think he was on the verge of hulking out, so we left. You would too. It got a little better after a couple of showers and some benadryl. Failed attempt number three.

Fast forward to July ninth two thousand eleven and we were bound by all get up that we were going camping. By this time we've had a couple of kids which equals a stupid amount of stuff. We stuffed...and I mean stuffed, our car from floor to ceiling with all kinds of, "Just in case," things. We bought the 8 man tent so the portable crib would fit in with us all, we bought two new sleeping bags, and another air mattress etc. etc. etc. like I said a stupid amount of stuff. Laynie was getting sleepy around 8:00 pm so I put her down while the boys were fishing and catching some beauties. She didn't go to sleep but she did cry a lot. I kept going in and feeding and rocking her more until finally I let her cry for 10 minutes and she fell asleep. Brad thought we could take Brynner to bed and come out and eat the most Delicious smore he has ever constructed-ever (two Reece's sandwiching a golden mallow) but he misjudged her skills as a light sleeper. After some time of trying to console her, I went in and climbed into bed too and begged Brad to do the same so we wouldn't go through this again. Not a happy camper was exactly how I would describe Bradley. He wanted to stay up with the big kids and eat his Delicious smore. Not 10 min after she feel asleep again a group of yahoos came by and yelled and laughed until she started to cry again. Brad yelled for them to shut it to which they said to keep our baby quiet. Nice. She did stop crying but out of the blue she would say things like, "Apple!" and it would make us giggle then she would laugh and say it again along with other baby talk. We got her up and changed her diaper and she literally starting dancing which made up giggle even louder. She was hyper! I had forgotten I had left my camera on the table outside and shyly asked if Brad would go get it. He was not a happy camper, again, but bless his heart he did it anyway. On the way back he was talking to his brother to see if they could hear Laynie talking and laughing and just then she let out a big laugh. She was seriously on one. But maybe it was so funny because we were soooo tired. Instead of putting her back in her crib I put her in my bag with me and within a few minutes she was out again. The good part was she was a little heater. The not so good part was she's a slapper. Who knew! She slapped me in the face so many times I lost count. It's OK though, because I couldn't sleep anyway. I had a massive headache and I hate taking medicine if I can help it. There did come a point that I couldn't handle it any more so when Brad got up a second time to use the bathroom I had him get me some medicine. All in all I think I got to bed around 3:00am. But it still counts! We went camping! We went fishing! We ate marshmallows and hot dogs and breakfast burritos! I was able to read and sleep in while the boys went fishing in the morning! It really so much fun. Look at how gorgeous Currant Creek Reservoir is. These don't do it justice.

The hair

2011-05-03T22:11:00.006-06:00

They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. [wink wink]

*photo from http://www.totallylookslike.com/

Dinner and a Show

2011-03-31T15:38:00.002-06:00

Being a mother, I like to multi task. For example, I may feel like embarrassing my kids, my neighbors, and myself at the same time. Easily accomplished by dancing in the kitchen while I cook. Blinds wide open.....and oh yeah...I sing too. It's dinner and a show at our house. Brad gave me the under mounted radio/CD player in my kitchen for mothers day last year. Love. It. Some where along the way Brynn caught on and does a pretty good job of replicating what he sees/has been taught. Let me give you a little behind the scene breakdown of some of the signature moves you'll see:

He must have seen me doing the splits the other day (:15), with a little effort he could be just as flexible.

Discovery channel should get credit for the move I like to call 'The Praying Mantis.' (1:06).

We need to work on his breaking though....it lacks my finesse (1:28).

Brad taught him the robot (1:56) which looks suspiciously like 'The Praying Mantis.' but we'll let that slide.

You know the term, "Shake what your Mama gave you? Here (2:13) and here (2:38). No thanks needed Brynn.

And last but not least Brad often walks out of a room just like this (4:04). It's crazy the things kids pick up on.

Consider yourself dialed in on the down low to the 4-1-1, fo shizzle dopzizzel. Urban dictionary helped me come up with that last sentence...thank you urban dictionary.

Do you like apples?

2011-03-07T22:29:00.001-07:00

It had been a few weeks since Brynner said it, then while driving the other day He randomly said, "How do you like them apples?!" trying to make Laynie laugh. The first time I had heard the phrase was in the movie Good Will Hunting after the main character gloats about getting a girls number. (Brad takes pride in teaching Brynner all the important stuff.) My personal favorite is when Brynner does a little add lib of his own, "How do you like them peach?!" or "How do you like them pizza?!" So anyway back to driving....He made me laugh so hard I could have wrecked, had I not been the superb driver that I am. I'm just thankful it didn't turned out like last week when Brad said something really funny as I took a sip of my rootbeer-not good. I think the last time I spit anything like that was when I hit Brad in his glasses {tink} with my toothbrush handle. Naturally it made me explode with a laugh that got him an entire face full of toothpaste. Well that's not entirely true, there were toothpaste-free circles around his eyes. Glasses do a bang up job of shielding from toothpaste spitters like yours truly. I can't help it! If I have to laugh it's best for all involved that I get it out or it will push it's way out in a very unflattering sound kind of like blowing a raspberry and snorting at the same time. Brad shakes his head when it happens in places like church. I think it should go in the same category as a sneeze. Nobody shakes their head at someone sneezing. Why? Because they can't help it. I rest my case. For all the inappropriate laugher's out there-I've got your back. How do you like them apples Brad?!

The gun show

2011-02-10T22:15:00.001-07:00

I thought golf was the worst thing on TV. I stand corrected. It's PBA bowling on ESPN. May I just add I never signed up to watch PBA bowling? I signed up for poopy diapers, loud annoying toys that sing loud annoying songs, and to be idolized as the greatest person this side of the world. You know. Run of the mill parenting kind of stuff. I know the state of mind my three year old has been in with regards to bowling. The obsessive kind. So I'm not surprised when he saw it on TV that he was instantly enamored with it. I took the opportunity to flex my selfless parenting muscle. The one that's more mature then my three year old's and wants to watch something as pointless as PBA bowling. He's young, in time I'm sure he'll realize the show I wanted to catch up on, while we all lay sick in my bed, was much better. The Bachelor can teach all kinds of lessons PBA bowling only dreams of. Like how real men go to therapy, it's OK to date lots of girls at once, and if you don't play nice with others (MICHELLE!) you won't get picked in the end. All very important life lessons. That selfless parenting muscle of mine is getting worked over here. Sometimes, when no one is looking, I check it out in the mirror. Welcome to the gun show.

Still thinking about it...

2011-02-04T16:04:00.000-07:00

I dropped Brynner's tennis ball in the church toilet on Sunday. Lovely. See, some time between trying (the operative word) to hold his collection of stuff and holding him up on the sink and getting the soap and drying his hands... it slipped. One bounce and into the toilet it went as I watched helplessly over my shoulder. I seriously considered leaving it there for half a second, then realized some kid would probably have a heart attack and die. So, I did the one thousand and forty fifth gross thing since becoming a parent, reached in and retrieved it-soggy and dripping. Thew it in the trash, did my grossed out dance (that involves a lot of head shaking and running in place in case you wanted a visual-you're welcome), and washed my hands three times for good measure. Because I was so sneaky Brynn had completely forgotten tennis balls even existed. Me? I can't seem to forget. Quick! Someone squeeze lemon juice in my eye!

51 days

2010-12-21T17:19:00.001-07:00

since the last time I posted. LAME!

More lame then the time I cried because I found out Elvis had died and I had a crush on him.

More lame then needing to hide candy for Halloween or stockings etc... so my husband won't eat it :)

MORE LAME then the time Brynner and I got food poisoning at McDonald's and spent half the night puking our guts out.

I have so much to post about, I don't know where to start and so I just sat here and counted how many times the cursor blinked before I typed this sentence (14!). Aren't you glad you're spending your time reading this?! Hey listen. I had a baby. You loose your ability to think straight. She's uber cute though so I don't care she turned my brain to mush.

See??! Cute huh. She squeals and smiles and sticks her tongue out and kicks and tries so darn hard to get her toes in her mouth but she's just too fat, poor thing. :) And then there is Brynner. Man I love this one. He jokes and laughs and dances and talks a million miles an hour about skateboards and bowling balls and how the new train he got for his birthday is doing training exercises. Where does he come up with this stuff?!

In that last picture he's showing his skateboards how to do a little break dancing. He's my most favorite little guy ever!

Trick or Treat

2010-10-31T22:56:00.001-06:00

Forty bonus points for the first person that can correctly identity Laynie's costume!

(Hint: It rhymes with beveled leg)

(Hint: It also rhymes with leveled beg)

(Hint: It does Not rhyme with Paprika)

Donald Duck dressed up like a cowboy on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse so Brynner thought it was the greatest idea ever! The look on his face when I pulled out his pistols was the best. And darn it, doesn't he make the cutest cowboy?!

I must also give a shout out to my hubby and darn it, doesn't he make the cutest chef ever?!

Fishing and Crackers

2010-10-23T14:26:00.000-06:00

Don't get me wrong, fishing is great. Fresh air, junk food, spending quality time together (which just means trying to out fish everyone). The part that gets me is waking up at 5:00 AM to drive two plus hours. No thanks, I'd rather sleep in and go shopping! So that's exactly what Laynie and I did. Food shopping is still shopping for all intents and purposes. She only woke up for the important stuff, like when she helped me decide on which cracker to buy (Wheat Thins or Triscuits-both are so delicious!). From what I hear, the boys had a good time too (though I doubt they bonded in a way that Layn and I did). Check out one of the four huge fish Brynner caught on his Lightening McQueen pole! When I asked him how big his fish was, he stretched his arms out as wide as he could and with an even bigger grin, yelled at me about it's Polka Dots. Daddy, you taught him well. In fact, if we teach our children nothing else, I think they could be pretty self sufficient adults one day. Laynie the efficient cracker picker and Brynner, the pro fisherman-boy.

Laynie's Nusery

2010-10-04T20:47:00.002-06:00

Laynie's nursery is coming together very slooooowly due to the fact I had to put seventy-three coats of paint on her crib. Nevermind the fact that I can't stand up straight any longer-I love it and think it was totally worth it. I still want to incorporate some owls on the tree and perhaps a stuffed owl in her crib. All I have left is the mobile (ideas?), wall art, painting the rocking chair, and painting the dresser. I can confidently say it will be done by the time she's twelve-easily.

Normal-ish

2010-09-29T18:23:00.000-06:00

This lil' sugar has captured my heart. I can't believe she'll be pushing three months soon! For all concerned I'm happy to report Brynner is still a very sweet brother. He offers to get her binky if she so much as whimpers and shoves it in. My favorite thing he got for me yesterday was a one inch piece of toilet paper when I asked him to get me a 'little piece.' I had a good laugh and thanked him for doing exactly as I asked.

Layn is just so darn smiley I can't help but loving her to pieces and kissing those chubby cheeks of hers all day long. Could I fall in love with her more you ask?! I most certainly did when she started sleeping through the night. Yay!! Life is steadily getting more normal around here....or at least as normal as we come! :)

Just to test ourselves we've decided tomorrow is the day we'll potty train Brynn. Why the heck not. So basically-I'm terrified. Advice?! Condolences?! I'll take anything I can get.

Breaking News

2010-08-24T10:51:00.000-06:00

Question: What do you get when you have a pink bowling ball, a step, and a two year old?

Answer: A broken thumb.

I think any sport that you can break bones should be considered extreme. Bowling Alley's need to post disclaimers and require signed waivers if you ask me.

Case and point: Last week we went bowling and ended up at the Instacare with a sad boy and a broken thumb. Were you aware bowling became an extreme sport? Me either, so you can imagine my disappointment when Brynner figured it out. Now I'm not saying we don't love us some extreme sports, but I'll come prepared with pads and a helmet next time. It's all about calculated risks. He trips and falls all the time, but never with a big pink bowling ball in hand while wearing slick shoes, in front of a step. I knew he probably broke something when I took a look at his swollen hand and bruising thumb just seconds after he fell. His screaming and clenching his hand also clued me in. He didn't really stop screaming until the nurse gave him a Louie-Bloo Raspberry. In case you don't speak Otter Pop, that's the name of the blue one. A dinosaur sticker and horse sticker were also required, but then he was a brave boy and was so good for the x-rays. Wanna see? It's a picture of a picture but if you look really close you'll see the break on the tip of his thumb.

So yeah, that was fun.

Just because

2010-07-17T15:41:00.001-06:00

we can't get enough of her!

My Grandma read this storybook to my Mom as a little girl. She read it to me and now I read it to my little ones!

Brynner is the sweetest big brother! He's such a good helper and always wants to go, "Check on the baby," when she's taking a nap.

How it all went down

2010-07-17T12:31:00.002-06:00

07/06/10

11:00 P.M. Contractions start coming every 3 to 5 minutes.

07/07/

5:00 A.M. Contractions stop steadily coming and decide to be sporadic through out the day making me doubt I'm even in labor.

4:00 P.M. Brad makes me call my Doc and he suggests getting checked out in the hospital.

4:30 P.M. Grandma Carter comes over to watch Brynner and Brad gets home from work.

6:30 P.M. Nurse says my water is still intact and suggests we walk around for a half hour to see if my contractions are still steady.

6:40 P.M. Brad and I book it down three flights of stairs to the cafeteria (in my hospital gown mind you) so I can sneak some food. Best blueberry yogurt/trail mix of the year.

6:50 P.M. I'm standing in front of the double doors shoveling in nuts and dried fruit before going back to the "No eat" zone. Of course I forget to eat dinner with everything going down.

7:00 P.M. Nurse checks again and says my water broke. Apparently I was too busy stuffing my face to even notice.....it was some good yogurt y'all.

8:00 P.M. I get my epidural while Brad races home to put our little one to bed.

11:00 P.M epidural decides to stop working.

11:25 P.M Anesthesiologist (finally!) comes and gives me another dose.

11:30 P.M. I experienced dilating from a 5+ to a 10 (in a half hour!) without epidural working feels like. Holy Hanna! I panicked at first because it came on so suddenly, then took over Brad's hand and went to work. Hand is surprisingly still attached.

11:35 P.M. Three pushes later, our little Laynie Simone Roska is born. 6 lbs 1 oz. 18 inches long and is perfect beyond perfect.

11:45 P.M. Second dose Mr. Anesthesiologist gave fully kicks in. Awesome. It wears off at 9:00 A.M the next morning.

Garbage Truck

2010-06-25T12:39:00.000-06:00

My favorite time of the day is when it's, "Brynner's turn!" to say the prayer. He's been saying them (by himself) for a couple of months now. Some of the things he prays for each day has me holding my hand over my mouth so I don't laugh out loud. For example, he thanks his Heavenly Father on a regular basis for our neighbors trash. Sure he's thankful for hot dogs, {clothes} hampers, and his Mommy and Daddy.....but don't be mistaken, we don't get the verbiage in his prayers like our neighbors trash does. Not even close! Garbage truck day is particularly exciting around here. Maybe he's thankful for our neighbors trash because it attracts big noisy trucks to come by our house each week. The Garbage truck driver gets to see his nose smashed against the window as he yells, "Here it comes! Here it comes Mommy!" over and over as his little voice gets higher and higher until I acknowledge it's presents. The way I see it, anything that could get my kid sooooo excited should be something I'm thankful for too.

P.S. I'm also thankful for a laptop that runs faster. As in old laptop = riping out hair and gnashing of teeth while new laptop = sunshine and spontaneous outbursts of song. And get this, its also capable of searching the world wide web! I can again post pictures and videos and stories like my hubby taking a midterm while chewing on a {leaking} pen that made his lips and mouth glow blue! His expression when he looked into the mirror......!! So, uh, yeah-good stuff! :)

P.P.S. My Bradley is hot (Especially with blue lips).

Rusty

2010-04-30T08:00:00.000-06:00

My house is now a dog free zone. You won't need to check your pants at my door and I won't have to vacuum my life away. There's a feeling of relief and sadness all at once. To be completely honest, the scale might tip toward the relief side a tad until I think of how Brynner might react, then it crashes toward the sad side (so far he hasn't even asked about him). For all I know Brynn may be happy to not get smacked in the face with a tail every day or occasionally get trampled over so Rusty can make a run for it out the door. I still worry, who is going to fulfill his daily dog interactions? Who is he going to laugh at, climb over, and get his clothes covered in hair with? Who can he use as a stepping stool, get his hands cleaned by, and give his graham crackers to? Who will he tell to sit or tap his foot by a crumb and say, "Here Rusty!" while being totally ignored? Who will he give hugs and pats to or make sure I know, "He has a pee pee!" every. single. day. Sorry Brad looks like I'm off the hook for two very good reasons.

1) I don't have a pee pee.

2) My pregnant belly shouldn't be consuming any more crumbs or leftover graham crackers then it already is.

Jess and Nate {pause} Grad-u-ate!

2010-04-21T14:03:00.002-06:00

I nearly ruined the surprise of Jess and Nate's graduation invitations when I posted these pictures prematurely. Lickedly split, I took it off for later postage-crisis averted. The only problem is I was eating an Almond Joy when this was originally posted last week and now I'm not, which makes the very first line a big fat lie. And if there is something I can't stand, it's a lie. So in full disclosure I just had to say, no, I'm not eating an Almond Joy right this very second (even though I wish I was). Please read on...

Original Post:

I'm eating an Almond Joy (yes right this very second-don't hate) that was gifted to me by dear Jessica. See, we're connected on deep telepathic mind powers and she felt that I needed one today. That, or she's just super thoughtful and nice. My only hope is these pictures bring as much enjoyment to her and Nate as this candy bar brings to me. (Between us, I don't know if that's possible) Give the super nice Jessica and super jumper Nate (good form) your applause as they celebrate graduating! With degrees and everything!!!

Baby Tilly

2010-04-20T15:24:00.002-06:00

I was editing some pictures I took recently of baby Tilly and had to share a couple...because LOOK at those eyes! Seriously. Gorgeous. She wouldn't go to sleep for anything so after three hours or so of trying we called it quits and will try again soon to get some sleeping ones. Amy and Zach, you make the cutest-wide awake-babies ever! :)

The dryer

2010-04-06T15:10:00.000-06:00

One day Brad and I heard a noise. We were newly weds living in our condo on the top floor. I had heard something similar earlier so we intensely listened to figure out where it was coming from. We soon heard it again and both ran to our bathroom where our washer and dryer lived. Again we heard it and this time I jumped up on the toilet while Brad started to poke around. We, or rather He, narrowed it down to our dryer and were both a little freaked out (some more then others) about what thing could be in our dryer. Brad flung the door open and jumped back! No creature came lunging out so he inched forward to get a better look. Empty. We heard it again and it was definitely coming from the dryer, just the back of the dryer where the ducting was. I was certain it was a mouse.

Info somewhat related to the story: Mice are my nemesis. They have tortured this country girl as long as I can remember. They ate my Easter candy, they ruined my sweater, they ran across my bare feet, and certainly the most damaging, my brother ran after me while holding dead mice by their tails. It's a real shocker why I dislike them so.

So back to the dryer. Brad turned it on hoping to scare what ever it was, out the way it had come in. All we heard was a loud clank and then silence. Brad pulled out the dryer while I stood on the toilet letting out squeals of paranoia every 20 seconds (it would know I didn't have socks on and run for my feet!) He took out the ducting hose and found a poor little dead bird missing a head. We had killed it when Brad turned on the dryer (we didn't know it would cut the poor things head off!)and for the record we felt really bad (some more then others)and super grossed out (some more then others). Who wants to dry their clean clothes where a bird was brutally murdered? After a lot of Clorox wipes we felt a little better (some more then others). So let that be a lesson to you on this sixth day of April two thousand and ten. Do not, under any circumstance, turn on your dryer to scare creatures out. It won't end pretty.

Have you ever killed a woodland creature via your dryer? The bird goes on my list of a rabbit, a raccoon, and a baby deer :(

P.S. The way I worded the above paragraph, I feel inclined to stress the dryer wasn't involved in any of the other incidents. Cause that would be weird. I mean, killing one animal in your dryer is one thing....but four animals would definitely be considered a problem.

Official taster

2010-03-24T16:02:00.000-06:00

Betty Crocker isn't a real person. I didn't believe it the first time I heard it either. It is, however, true and makes me feel totally scammed by sneaky cookbook executives.

I have liked to bake as long as I can remember and have spent countless hours reading Crocker cookbooks. My first recipe was a shake I made up for my all too lucky Dad. I'm guessing I was around 4 since my parents were still together. The ingredients: strawberry powdered milk, an egg, flour, and water (and who knows what else). I remembering being too impatient for him to come inside so I took it outside where he was and watched him take the smallest fake sip possible. He told me how good it was with a little pat on my back. I excitedly told him how I made it and I'm sure he excitedly threw it out on the grass when I wasn't looking. Remember the part where I put a raw egg in it? You have to be pretty sneaky as a parent to unload a shake under such watchful eyes. Not as sneaky as being a cookbook executive however.

Brynner also loves loves loves to bake, or 'make' as he calls it. He has made up his own recipe too, 1 cup of sugar and 1 cup of vanilla. Luckily he has just told us about it and not actually made it and eagerly watched as I took the smallest fake taste possible. I'm sure the day will come that I'll have to take fake bites because he'll mistaken salt for sugar, Tbl for tsp, or better yet, I'll find a rubber band in his peach cobbler.

Until then, he can be my official taster of all things delicious. It's a job he takes very seriously.

The Bowling Alley

2010-03-09T12:35:00.000-07:00

I have two questions. Where do bowling alley's get their carpet? And how do I get some? I'm telling you, carpet with stars and planets in every shade of the rainbow would definitely make my house more exciting. Brynner loves to bowl! He was pumped as soon as he saw the exciting carpet. He got super-duper excited when he caught on that no matter how many times he threw the ball, it would magically reappear. He had so much fun looking for the ball to come back he could hardly hold his composure when he saw it! He would scream and point "Daddy's Ball!" or "Brynner's Ball!" with as much gusto on the 50th time as the 1st. Brynner really loved bowling on Friday!

I tried to bowl a couple weeks ago with just Brad and I. I quickly learned bowling and pregnant belly's don't play well together. It felt like I pulled a stomach muscle....maybe even two stomach muscles. Which was totally lame because Brad and I had some sick bets riding on that game and all had to be thrown out. I already had a handicap (you know, like golf) just to make it fair between us, so add on two possibly pulled stomach muscles and my odds were not good. I won't be bowling anytime in the near future unless I can use those ramps they have for kids. Brynner scored a 91 on his first game and a 90 on his second using the ramp. That blows my average 80 something out of the water. I may practice ramp exclusive bowling even after the baby is here because you can't argue with those results.

You know what else you can't argue with? Bowling alley's carpet being exciting. Because it is.

(We forgot the camera-dang it! Not a big deal though cause I pretty much look like this when we bowled....except for the clothes and the hair and the body. We're both of the female gender however!)

ABC's

2010-02-27T16:30:00.002-07:00

Some friends/family want to hear Brynner do his ABC's but haven't been able to because my kid is not a performer-at all! I finally got him to say it all the way through this afternoon to the camera. It helped that I turned the screen so he could see himself while he did it. I think when he first learned them he was around 20-21 months. It was sometime before his second birthday-I at least remember that much. Now if only I could get up the guts to start the potty training thing....we'll see.

It's a......

2010-02-23T08:07:00.000-07:00

sideways picture of my sweet little GIRL!! Yeah!!!! We're still celebrating over at the Roska house and will be for a few days. I'm gonna have a girl!? I don't know why I'm so surprised. Probably because Brad came from a 4 boy family I just figured we'd have all boys too. If you see Brad around town give him a high five and/or two thumbs up. He'd done good.

To taste the impossible taste

2010-02-21T22:05:00.000-07:00

I have neglected my poor fridge in the recent past. A good two months of neglect will do wonders. After a while I would imagine the Ghostbuster's fridge scene taking place each time I dared peek in. And wouldn't you know? A nasty cold I caught came to the rescue! My inability to taste or smell ANYTHING for the past three days suddenly had a purpose. Lickedy split-all monster making mold had been disposed of and I didn't even blink an eye! You have to understand, I have this super duper hyper active nose which would have forced me to retreat outside at least once during the cleaning out process. But! I got this blessed cold instead. So now that it's purpose has been fulfilled, I ask for it to kindly leave.

Perhaps I'm being ungrateful....it did come in handy today in the diaper changing party Brynner invited me to. A surprise party actually and all I could think of is how in the world had he pulled that one off? Nose temporarily out of service-that's how.

Everyday I wake up with hope that I may taste my delicious Cinnamon Life cereal in all it's fiber cinnamon-y crunchiness. Until then, you're more then welcome to hang out and get your own *fridge-cleaning-out cold.

*The side effect are mild and may cause the inability to breath, taste food, and engage in your daily activities. A small percent of people have reportedly stopped eating. Talk to your doctor if you stop eating, this may lead to a more serious disorder like death.

Need a Valentine idea? Part II

2010-02-12T21:30:00.001-07:00

Remember when I said I had more Valentine ideas to share? Well I don't. I thought I could come up with something spectacular and original...but it was not meant to be. So in an effort to not leave you hanging and being completely disappointed by your one and only source for Valentine ideas here are three from the top of my head...

1. You could get a tattoo of their name on your back side or front side...or side-side. If you're into that sort of thing. Of course I wouldn't expect my husband to get one in a trillion years. We've already had this discussion....about how he would NEVER (with this many exclamations!!!!) get a tattoo of my name. He said it would jinx us forever! After a twenty minute conversation on the matter he still wouldn't budge. After sixty minutes I bet he thought about it...but alas, no budging! Mind you, we were only speaking in hypothetical terms here. Do I really want my name tattooed on his butt? No. Do I want to feel like he would because he was so madly in love and sure he couldn't live a millisecond without me? Hells yes! So anyway, I just swore on my blog and I'm not erasing it because that is how darn (I keep the swears to a minimum) strong I feel on the matter. So yeah you could do that....but NOT (with this many exclamations !!!!) in my house.

2. The 'Low on funds' date. (This is a home run as long as you do exactly as I say.) Stay up all night watching infomercials and building a huge blanket fortress. Come out only to see the sun rise and to eat homemade cinnamon rolls. Go immediately back into the blanket fortress and complete an entire book of mad libs via flashlight. Remember to steer clear of the tattoo conversation. That could ruin the whole thing.

3. Build a replica of your significant other using some spare Popsicle sticks, pasta, and pudding. (OK truthfully? I don't want you to do that, I ran out of ideas and I had already promised you three. You're on your own.)

Need a Valentine idea?

2010-02-06T19:57:00.003-07:00

Glamour shots would be the ultimate, never to be topped, Valentine present! Big hair, eyeliner, back lighting, popped collar, and sparkly sequins! How have I just thought of this?! Thanks to google images I found some great inspiration to share with you in case you want to do the same thing for your sweetheart. I introduce...the gift that keeps on giving.

I didn't want anyone to feel left out so I included the guy with his cat. I'm not judging....just leaving it out on the table in case there are any takers.

I have less then a week to practice my head tilt of Aqua Net sexiness. The lady in the leather jacket could really teach me a thing or two.

If Glamour shots are not your cup of tea, stay tuned, I have a few more ideas up my sleeve. (But for real, did you even look at those pictures? Because they spells H-O-T! Don't you want a piece of that??)

2nd Birthday Party!

2010-01-29T15:19:00.002-07:00

Brynner turned 2 last month! He loves Dr. Seuss books so we decided a Cat in the Hat party would be perfect. We emphasized "Thing One" and "Thing Two" which Brynn totally identified with. His ability to make a fantastic mess is uncanny! In fact, the crazier our house got with toys and kids running around the more authentic the party became!

We decorated the walls and ceiling with the kites that went, "Bump! Thump! Thump! Bump! Down the wall in the hall." We had kite strings going everywhere that ended up eventually being held by a "Thing One" or a "Thing Two." To add to the feel, I turned all of our art work crooked which turned out to be my personal entertainment! Multiple people tried to fix them secretly or would lean in and whisper that my pictures were crooked as if they were telling me I had a huge piece of basil on my tooth. So fun! It's a great way to keep people guessing.....insane or just artistically challenged? Check and check. Of course we couldn't forget the gold fish! It fulfilled the live prop requirement of any good party. We got two in case one kicked the bucket. Sure enough one did, poor thing. I'm just thankful it happened in the morning before anyone got here. The less we can traumatize party guests the better!

We started off by reading the book which turned out not to be the greatest idea. Brynner liked it, but I'm not so sure the other kids did. Maybe it had something to do with Brynner standing right in front of it so no one else could see.....but it was probably the 61 pages! I started to read really fast or it would have taken us all day to get through it! For a quick game I made some beanbags with a 1 and 2 on them and had them throw "Thing One" and "Thing Two" back in the box where they came from. Brynn didn't get the idea of standing back to throw them in. He walked right up and slam dunked it, didn't even break a sweat. Teaching him about working smarter not harder has already paid off! Next we decorated bookmarks so the next time the kids decide to read, "The Cat in the Hat," they'll know where they are the week it will take them to get through it.

Two months prior to his party, Grandma Castillo asked if she could have his cake made by a lady she works with. "Sure," I said. She had a cake, and a Jello, and the biggest pinata I've ever seen in my entire life made! We bought the candy/toys to stuff it with and needed about three times what we had to fill the thing half up. And the Jello! I can't imagine what she used to draw on the Cat in the Hat with. I'm guessing a Sharpie but I could be wrong.

For the food we went with tacos...not really Dr. Seuss-ish but it's hard to think of things meat eaters and non meat eaters can enjoy harmoniously. Nothing spectacular, like a Sharpie Jello, but it did the job. The homemade beans were my favorite and were supplied by one of the many Grandma's, Grandma Irma. Thank you for making those! We had Brynn's favorite candy placed round about. Currently Twizzler's and popcorn top the charts.

We put together a slide show of Brynn the past year (There was a error when I tried to upload it). That was how we told everyone we were expecting a little one. One person caught on and the whole room exploded. It was so hard not telling for three weeks but totally worth the reaction we got. Thanks to everyone that came to celebrate with us! XoxOxo

Panda Express-less

2010-01-25T14:15:00.006-07:00

What do cows do on a date?

They go to the Moooooovies!!

Ha! Ha! Ha! I heard that joke in church yesterday and I figured it was a good way to break the ice. Not that anyone still checks to see if I've written anything....other then my Sister. You check this, right Cher?! Now that I feel we've all been reacquainted I can share my deep inner thought.

I'm pregnant! I have been for four months now and I realized I hadn't ever blogged about it. Due July 18th, everything is going splendidly, thanks for asking! Here's a little picture of the baby who doesn't like it when I eat Panda Express. Sacrifice-we've all gotta make them sometimes...

Mall-O-Madness

2009-12-17T14:01:00.016-07:00

Our little family went to the mall a few days ago. I can't remember the last time I stepped into a mall and now I know why. First and foremost I call for all kiosks to be gathered in a very large kiosk making factory and blown to smithereens. They should then become illegal and never spoken of again. Are you with me?

I admit I was once young and stupid. I bought a rice necklace and helped their evil kiosk empire grown. Do you remember rice necklaces? They hired girls with extraordinary abilities to write names on a single grain of rice really, really small! Amazing. I just had to have it so everyone could squint to see who's necklace I wore. Or even better...you could get one with your boyfriend's name on it. Imagine the pride as fellow classmates took turns squinting while oohing and aahing over your latest name on rice. Luckily it was a fad that came and went quickly. Probably from all the law suites of the now seeing impaired. Tragic story that rice necklace. Let us never speak of it again.

So anyway we're at the mall and Brynner is bored in point two seconds until he sees this train coming right for us. Do you have a train in your local mall? I do and I must say it keeps shopping at the mall a bit edgier. You have to be on the look out at all times, absolutely no window shopping of ANY KIND or you could be flatten like a pancake that was squashed extra flat. Brynner didn't sense the danger, he was just excited to see it pass by and wanted more then anything to, "Ride, train, yeah?!" In order to keep him at bay while Daddy shopped his gift cards away, I went in search of this train. We passing it going the opposite direction twice without figuring out where to board the stupid thing. I finally jogged along side it long enough to ask the "conductor" and she pointed me in the right direction. We get our tickets ($6.00??!) and it's our turn to get on...finally. Brynner suddenly senses just how dangerous this train was and screams and kicks and freaks until I throw up my hands and get off. No refunds. Don't worry, we totally sold our tickets illegally to a couple who gave me coin dollars. This train is no where near as dangerous as I am. I sensed mall cops closing in as I cut them off just before the train rolled by. We decided to lay low and get some lunch. Brynner had other ideas. He decided to be super difficult (and loud) and throw a tantrum. He laid flat on his back and cried while he blew raspberries (which means he's super duper mad). Not as inconspicuous as I would have liked. On the way home he fell asleep in the car, very rare. He didn't wake up when we pulled in the garage, opened doors, took him out of his seat, not even when we took off his coat and shoes! He has never done that before in his entire life. I guess he was tired. Another eventful day at the mall, let us never speak of it again.

*Pictures from http://www.wattman.ca/mini-express.html and http://www.dreamairbrush.com/rice_jewelry/rice_jewelry.htm

Ranked #1 on relish list. Must Read!

2009-11-25T14:12:00.004-07:00

I'm having stuffing tomorrow! Stuffing is one of my very favorite boxed foods. I think it ranks 4 on the "Greatest boxed foods of our time" list (can you guess my #1?). But the turkey drenched in my Mom's famous cranberry-raspberry relish? That ranks about a 1 on my "Really good relish" list. It is heavenly cranberry-raspberry relish, eaten in the heavens only, and on Thanksgiving Day, and for about a month afterward (because it makes so much). What if we run out of the cranberry-raspberry relish before the turkey has been eaten?! It's a legitimate fear we remedy by making about a gallon of it. Problem averted. I'm telling you, if you get nothing out of this blog except for this recipe, you're time has been well spent my friend. I want you to take that canned "Cranberry Sauce" in your cupboard and kick it. It should not be taking up any space, visually or otherwise (otherwise being on your thanksgiving table..but I just couldn't bring myself to say that). {Heavenly} Cranberry-Raspberry Relish Originally from: Trish Jenkin

1 lb fresh cranberries

2 tart apples, peeled and quartered

1 cup sugar

1/2 cup orange marmalade

10 oz. raspberries, thawed

1 Tbsp lemon juice

Put all of the ingredients in a blender and blend for 1 to 2 minutes or until everything is finely chopped. This lasts for one month in the refrigerator.

It was ranked #1! The "Must try," of the season by Tahnie.

Library Shoot. "Check" it out.

2009-11-07T21:46:00.004-07:00

Did you get that? "Check" it out. As in the library will let you "check out" books about crocheting. Nevermind. It's not cool if you have to explain yourself. I know Holly has been anxious to " " these out.

You know you want a family picture to call your own. It deserves a loving home just like yours. Email me at tahnieroska[at]yahoo[dot]com.

Chocolate with a side of hot

2009-10-27T22:12:00.000-06:00

Hot Chocolate. Isn't it the greatest?! Snowy days and I have a superficial relationship. We're cool as long as I can have +=

Brynner and our front rug also have a superficial relationship. He uses it for one singular purpose. To serve his sentence in the time out zone. Can you see his little bum imprint? That gives you some idea of how often they see each other.

He got out on good behavior and discovered he loves hot chocolate as much as I do!

Dear Jessica and Paul,

2009-10-14T13:57:00.000-06:00

I hope you smile when you see these! I can't get over those little jeans Cohen was strutting around in. How adorable is he?! Thanks for trusting me to take them, I had a blast! I could tell your favorite part was when I sang the Itsy Bitsy Spider....and Cohen could have cared less. I can't compete with rocks or trucks, and certainly not trains. What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. That's what I say.

P.S. If anyone else wants some "Christmas card" pictures let me know. Eighty bucks will get you a CD with all your images and copyright release. Eighty bucks and an almond joy will get you the CD PLUS a little dance by yours truly. I'll practice. You think about it and let me know.

Jim makes ketchup funny

2009-09-27T22:33:00.001-06:00

I don't date around with other comedian's. Let's just say Jim and I are going steady. We had a little date on Friday and I even paid. Brad is cool with it. He came to keep me company while Jim was on stage. You have my permission to watch the clip but just remember he's MY comedian ladies. Hands off.

My Styrofoam Balls

2009-09-18T22:54:00.003-06:00

I'm super crafty these days. I take things and glue them to Styrofoam balls.

(You need to read that last sentence again, it was really good.)

What kinds of things you ask? Pinto beans. It took me about 14 hours, but once I was done my sense of accomplishment felt great! I can't deny there were times when I wanted to give up, but saving $9 made it well worth my burns and sore back. You can't buy crafty knowledge like that. I proudly put The Pinto Bean Ball in it's dish along with The Twig Ball and The Hemp Ball.

Perfect.

Now I can look at them and be reminded how crafty I am. Today I started The Autumn Ball. I spent $3 on real maple leaves covered in fake coloring that smelled chemical-ish.

Perfect.

I have big plans for my collection. Seven words. The-Moss-Ball-and-The-Feather-Ball. I think I'm gluing on uncharted craft territory.

(OK you really have to read that last sentence, it was even better!)

Lucky number seven

2009-09-16T22:04:00.008-06:00

Did you know our anniversary was this week?! As in Brad and I, not our anniversary. I don’t share my anniversaries with just anyone. There are strict rules one must adhere to.

1. You would be required to love the socks off me.

2. Sexy squint eyes are a must!

3. You have to make killer Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies and burn grilled cheese sandwiches while telling me you didn’t burn a thing.

4. You must take two of those killer Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies and sandwich some cookie dough in-between to make you smile….and sick.

5. Laughing at yourself, your wife, the TV, your kid, strangers, and people falling down cannot be compromised upon (sorry).

6. You need to have a super annoying and hairy dog whom will take every single chance he has to run out the front door, back door, side door (if we had a side door), and garage door.

7. My son must ask about you every few hours, minutes, or sometimes seconds when you're not here.

8. Your Lady must think about you every few hours, minutes, or sometimes seconds when you're not here.

9. You must make me mad. But only sometimes please. I’m just saying…

10. You must make me happy. Like really happy. The kind of happy that no one else could.

Tall order? I know. Can you imagine his list??! [modest smile]

Kisses

2009-08-27T16:50:00.001-06:00

Brynner got his first kiss last night. The girl? She's our bishop's daughter (Scandal!). It was the cutest thing I think I've ever seen. Two little ones puckered as puckered lips get, leaning in for a smooch. And let me tell you, once she got her kiss, Natalie wanted a few more. Not that I blame her, he is cute you know. My gosh they are cute. I'm trying to see how many times I can say cute without getting sick of it and I have the need to say it more. Cute. Cute. STINKIN' Cute! Surprising to me, it didn't make me sad thinking how big he was. My heart was too busy melting into a puddle.

I didn't have my camera last night, but here are a couple kisses when I did.

**What happened to all girls have cooties?!

Licking good time

2009-08-20T07:20:00.000-06:00

Brynner will shove his hand by Rusty's mouth (or in his mouth if he's not getting a response) and squeal with delight as Rusty obliges him a few licks. I cringe, I laugh, then I take a photo.

Thanks Sis.

2009-08-18T22:04:00.008-06:00

Last month I talked my sister into letting me practice what it might feel like to be a real life photographer. We ended up having 30 min. of which half the time all I could think about was the psycho gopher that wasn't scared of me. Evil Gopher! He kept inching toward me though the tall grass and freaking me out. I think I may have screamed out a little. After that I was sure something was going to get us....like a badger. Evil badgers! Anyway I lived to tell about it so have a looksey at what a gorgeous sister I have!

Don't judge the lighting too harshly, I need to practice more. This time I need a couple (as in two) who will let me boss you around and shoot you...with a camera of course. Plus you get bonus points for great style and being goofy. I want it to be in downtown SLC on either a Thursday or Friday evening. Leave me a comment by Thursday no later then 9:32 pm. BTW don't be thinking you get off scott free.....I will require one Almond Joy candy bar for payment. I would even accept 1/2 but that is where I must draw the line. Sorry.

Wait for it.........

2009-08-08T09:17:00.004-06:00

Ten!!! Just watch and you'll know what I mean.

I took my dog on a walk

2009-07-21T15:20:00.004-06:00

Or rather my dog took me on a walk. Brad trailed behind Brynner as he pointed out trees, grass, the sky, purple flowers, and imaginary bugs. Of course he had to stop every so often to drive his cars (one for each hand) on the sidewalk. Rusty was getting very impatient and wanted to know what the hold up was! He ran circles around me and whined...which reminded me of my 1 yr old as a matter of fact. Didn't I know that he had to pee on every single bush, tree, and flower? My favorite is when he has nothing left but he'll keep on trying. I give him an A for effort on that one. We finally made it over to the weird park by my house (there is no other way to describe a park without a slide, swing, or money bars). I happily watched my cute hubby and child play when Rusty saw something he HAD to go see. No no that's entirely wrong. He saw something that made him go crazy with stupidity. He checked his brain on the side of the road and forgot he was tethered...to me. Before I know it my arm is practically pulled out of it's socket and I land with a big thud while he drags me until I let go (duh!). That's right, my dog took me on a walk and proceeded to beat me up. I have bruises, scrapes, and cuts a plenty! But let's just face it, people falling down is just plain funny. It wasn't long after I had licked my wounds that Brad and I were rolling (I was limping) on the ground laughing. I hadn't taken a beating like that since the time I was catapulted in a thicket of Willow bushes while rollerblading...down a hill...on a date. Did I mention that I was on a date? The date had to come into the willows to help untangle me. That's also a good story, a heroic one in fact. I sacrificed my body so I wouldn't run a little old man over. The date didn't teach me much (like how to stop or turn) before rolling me down a hill (it was like my 3rd time!). But back to the non heroic story...you know the one where my dog hurt me and my pride? Lucky for me that weird park is encircled with really tall grass so I don't think anyone but Brad and Brynner saw. Because I am fresh out of pictures of me falling and stuff I thought I'd at least draw you one. Enjoy my fierce artistic skills.

Today Brynner learned

2009-07-10T21:34:00.008-06:00

ALL girls have cooties....except Mommy, of course.

Fourth of July

2009-07-08T15:51:00.012-06:00

We hung out with Brynner's Aunt and Uncle on the 4th. We saw an awesome parade where we scored some gems of a treat. There were Otter Pops, Frisbees, frozen string cheese, taffy, and did I mention they were throwing cheese?! I ♥ cache valley parades. More importantly then cheese is Brynner had a rockin' time. I was so relieved since we would be stationary for over an hour. This kid is soo busy when we're driving and hit a red light he starts insisting, "Go!... Go!... Go!..." each time an octave higher until there is panic in his tone. I've started to interpret the yellow light for hit your gas and pray you make it (OK...I at least think of it every time).

He danced as music would go by and had a blast eating the coveted otter pop. Brad stripped him down after a few min. so he wouldn't make a mess of the father/son Run DMC matching shirts! Brad couldn't believe I didn't know who they were. Apparently they were {quote unquote} cool back in the day.

After the parade we had a good time hanging out and grilling at the near by park. We enjoyed some lovely singing (bless their hearts), genuine brats, out of this world sprinkled rice krispies, and a little boy stealing our buns.

Back home we wanted to see what Brynner thought of some fireworks....

yeah....he didn't like it.

Puddle me this

2009-06-12T20:32:00.018-06:00

It's been raining so much here that I've seriously considered naming each droplet and welcoming them into the family. They would receive all of the {rejected} names that Brynner may have had if Brad got his way....Atticus......Vannes (Pronounced Van)......Jett.......Oden.....I think I blocked out the rest. My point is Brynner and I had been cooped up for days and enough was enough! It was pouring outside so we put on a sweatshirt and stood on the porch. It may not sound great to you, but it really was the beez kneez! I couldn't remember the last time I went outside to watch such a crazy rain storm. Sheets of rain ricocheted off the sidewalk as it came shooting down. I caught some serious deep breaths which is exactly what I needed. Brynner got what he needed too...something new to see (it hailed a few times) and splashing in the puddles on the porch didn't hurt either. I run back in to get my camera and as soon as I opened the front door, heavy air insulted my nose. I couldn't wait to get back out! Next time it rains poke your head out for a bit. The body is optional, but highly recommended!

Gorgeous Bride!

2009-06-01T09:50:00.011-06:00

So. I did my first 'official' Bridal shoot. It was sooo much fun! Becky was so easy to photograph and was such a good sport doing whatever I asked of her. Check out her gorgeous dress...that her Mom made for her! Love it. Love it. I can't wait for the wedding this week!!

Disneyland!

2009-05-19T11:25:00.002-06:00

We gathered lots of stories on our trip to Disneyland.

There was the story of The Plane Ride Over. It began and ended the same-just take a guess. Brynner had us knee deep in apologizes which I gave out to anyone that dared walk by. I think I laughed out loud when the flight attendant said, "See, it wasn't that bad!"

There was the story of The Ticket Counter which explains, at least in part, The Plane Ride Over. I'll skip past the two hour wait at the ticket counter, through Brynner melting like the Wicked Witch of the West (I swear I saw the smoke and all), and straight to the nail biting end. We missed our flight and had to purchase another ticket for me. Expedia sucks. End of story.

Never fear, once we got to our hotel and Brynner had gotten his wiggles out with his Daddy, we were good to go.

Brynner slept on the drive to Newport to meet up with my friend Tillery. Bless that nap. He happily chewed on his corn dog and fries while the adults had a sophisticated dinner and conversation. It was so good to catch up with Till! Love that girl.

Over the next two days we introduced Brynner to the concepts of long lines, huge stuffed animals, and over sized sprinklers. It was magical!!

Look closely and you can see Brynner crying. Classic.

ohhh look at those chubby hands!

Hey! There's a picture of me....I knew I came on this trip! :)

I should have know a slide would have been his favorite 'ride'

Brynner did NOT like riding Dumbo. He made grunting noises as it moved up and down.

Right after this picture Brynner kissed Mickey right on the nose.

Ummmm....I think it goes the other way Brynner.

Yay for Teacups!

Brad entertaining Brynner while in another line.

Mickey's house!

Orange You!

2009-04-30T14:26:00.001-06:00

Can I please just tell you how delicious this tangelo was? The ratio of sweetness to tart-y-ness was superb...and orange-y at the same time. I could feel the vitamin C burn my throat. Plus I peeled it in one piece without even trying. What a cool tangelo.

Sorry honey, Brynner and I devoured the last one. Maybe you could stop and get some on your way home?! It'll be fun {wink}!

Picnic by the lake

2009-04-23T20:51:00.007-06:00

A few days ago I dug my toes in some sand. It has been far too long. There is something so therapeutic about it's gritty cold self against my skin. I was at a small lake a few blocks from my house enjoying an absolutely perfect afternoon. There was sunshine, turkey sandwiches (with cheese!), and my two boy's laughter. Heaven I tell ya. While Brad and I watched Brynner run down grassy slopes in a fit of giggles I couldn't help but notice two brothers down on the beach. They were building a sand castle. All was well until the older brother threw their bucket in the water and demanded his brother to get it. I watched them argue about who would retrieve it as it slowly drifted away. Silence washed over them as they caught sight of the bucket bobbing up and down out of their grasp. I assumed they thought it was a lost cause and were each saying a silent good-bye. Three children playing near by, asked if they needed help. Ideas were exchanged and suddenly the busy bunch ran down the dock. They were going to catch the bucket as the wind persuaded it North. They barely missed it on dock number one, the second dock they missed it again, but by the third dock it was found. You've never seen five children more proud about finding a bucket. It got me thinking. We've all got something in our lives. At least I do from time to time. As I contemplated the something in my life, I decided to be proud of the bucket I've found. Excited even! And speaking of excited, check out Brynner running down those grassy slopes. I wish you could of heard his shrills and squeals. Precious.

Bob and Randy Harmon care

2009-04-12T08:16:00.003-06:00

I was asked to bring dinner to a family in our ward. I was excited to do it! I love to cook/bake and so off to the store I went at three o'clock to get the items I was lacking. That would give me three hours to make and deliver upon my word. I bought all the groceries and started to load them in my car when I realized that Brynner was still holding the bottle of yeast and I had shoplifted. Not only had I shoplifted but I killed two plastic bottles by not taking in my "go green" green bags and I had to use two "for shame" bags. I whipped the cart around to head inside. I was very careful to not make eye contact with anyone I saw...they'd know I had shoplifted! I apologized to the boy carrying in the cart, the cashier, and the bag boy ( I really did). They didn't seem to care. I'm also telling you. Do you care? Well I bet Bob and Randy Harmon would have cared that I shoplifted a six dollar and eighty-nine cent bottle of yeast. I bet he would have cared that I felt really bad about it. What's next?! Batteries? (Just so you know, that was the edgiest thing I could think of) Sins aside, I finally made it home at four o'clock! How did it get that late?! I guess shoplifting and killing plastic bottles took more time then I thought it would. Two hours to go. Brynner ran off to his room and I started to fly around the kitchen. I went to check on Brynner when I saw something fall from the top of the fridge. It was my new vase from the flowers Brad brought home a few weeks before (It would be appropriate to applaud this gesture next time you see him). And I use past tense because it broke into four thousand seven hundred and fifty two pieces. It took me approximately twenty-eight minutes to clean up. I won't even go into the fit Brynner was throwing because he was restricted to one room. He was watching Little Einstein's, which is a treat for him for heavens sake. I thought he'd be cool, he was very uncool. Sins and glass and throwing fits aside, I did manage to finish the meal. I was 10 min. late and nobody was home when I took it over.....but at least I delivered upon my word. You care right? I bet Bob and Randy Harmon would.

The Red Chair

2009-04-10T11:08:00.007-06:00

Let's ignore the fact that my son is obsessed with carrying around his red Ikea chair and focus on him being an American Hero [slash] genius [slash] really good thinker. Ask yourself this: How would you like access to a chair at any given moment during your day? Picture yourself standing in a line, pumping gas, or turning off a light switch. Now picture doing all of those tasks sitting down! Almost feels like you should be paying someone!

Don't be surprised if I start to carry around one of these handy red Ikea chairs. Plus! They’re only $3.99. Plus! I can squeeze my butt to fit in it. Worst case scenario is that I can only squeeze one cheek comfortably. I would still have to vote 'Pro' carrying it around.

Here's my second thought. I might have to limit myself to carrying around just the chair-no purse, no Brynner, no cell phone. Other wise I may start to look like Navin R Johnson. Wouldn't want that.......or do I???? The paddle game would come in handy in a boring meeting and the thermos could store some lovely hot chocolate! He really is onto something.

This is Brynner.

2009-03-29T14:07:00.010-06:00

This is Brynner exploring his artistic side. Go Brynner go.

We are officially 'hang pictures on the fridge' people.

P.S. I finally found out how to post larger pictures. Wanna know how? Go here

P.P.S. I haven't figured out my spacing issues. While I'm composing a post it will allow me to have as many spaces in between paragraphs as I want. However, when I post it, it squishes some lines together while spacing others out. So annoying! Does anyone know how to fix this?

Parking lot home

2009-03-06T08:00:00.004-07:00

In my dream a couple nights ago I was babysitting some of my friends babies for a few days. (By the way Kensey, you're having a boy if you were wondering) I kept forgetting them everywhere I went. They were such good babies that they never made a sound. I would put them on a shelf, for example, and a day later they would still be there. If I wasn't forgetting them somewhere I was forgetting to feed them and change their diaper etc. etc. etc. I woke up several times and when I would fall asleep this horrible dream continued (that never happens to me). Each time I woke up a flood of relief washed over me. Imagine if I really forgot my child?! Which reminds me that I was forgotten once......sorta... My Dad was taking my sister to work at Foodtown and I wanted to go along for the ride. I was in the back and Cheri was in the front seat. Which means she had probably called the front seat as we were walking down the front steps and I probably wished I had called it sooner. The front was a big deal in my family. Front seat=power. ie Music control, temperature control, beverage control (Our Camry didn't have cup holders in the back. It was tough). We arrived at Kamas Foodtown and Cheri started to get out, as did I, so I could sit in the front seat ( big deal, remember?). I had barely slipped out and closed the back door when my Dad zoomed off. I started waving my hands while yelling, "DAAAADDD!!" He didn't hear me. I ran the entire length of the parking lot that day. He didn't see me. I ventured on. It was like a scene out of a movie. I started to close in as he sat at the stop sign waiting for his turn to merge onto the main road. Just as my fingertips brushed the back windshield he took off! I watched him drive out of view as I continued to wave my hands hoping he'd check his rear view mirror. I wiped off my dusty fingertips and had a good, out of breath, chuckle. I was young but it was still a long parking lot! I waited for what seemed like a long time thinking any second I'd see him turn the corner and rescue me from my new parking lot home. I eventually gave up and started the walk of shame. My Dad had forgotten me. OK, I wasn't really ashamed, I was giggling too much as I walked back into Foodtown. 20 min. later he finally pulled up. He told me he had made it almost to Woodland before he realized I wasn't in the car. He had carried on an entire conversation with himself and kept thinking it was weird I wasn't responding. He finally looked back to find an empty back seat. I would have paid good money to see his face. However, I would have spent much more if I could have been guaranteed a front seat from then on. Front seat=power, music control, temperature control, beverage control, and (recently added) making it home control. Priceless.

Love is in the air

2009-02-09T14:13:00.005-07:00

Image courtesy of blogs.knoxnews.com

Valentines is a few days away so I thought I'd share who my new favorite singer/song writer is, Tristan Prettyman. Go here to listen to her stuff. I think she's talented and amazing and oh so perfect for a little valentines romance. To me she's a cross between Norah Jones and the old school Jewel. Slow dance in your kitchen and living room and fall more in love with your sweetheart. Happy Valentines!

Perfect Plug

2009-01-29T13:32:00.005-07:00

Of all the house hold chores I get to do, vacuuming is my favorite. In fact, the only thing I don't like about vacuuming is trying to remember how to spell it. Two C's or two U's? (Feel free to share your clever associations) Anyway, we had our home appraised recently for a refinance. The appraiser was talking about square feet and how long our garage was etc... Exciting things I don't get to converse about on a regular basis. I don't know about you, but I really can't picture what 200 yards or even 200 feet look like. So. I think everyone should learn to speak in vacuum terms to me. Instead of talking about square footage on my house, the appraiser should have asked how many different plugs I must use to vacuum the upstairs. Without hesitation I would have blurted out, "One!!" He would have been impressed with my extensive knowledge, had he asked me that. All the same, I recall how excited I was the day I found my one perfect plug. I vacuumed the entire upstairs without the annoyance of switching plugs. I guess you could say we've sucked together, my vacuum and I. I suck at spelling vacccuuum and my vacuum has great suction. May you be so lucky!

In other news....

2009-01-05T10:11:00.004-07:00

Just once I'd like to run around naked in some puppy dog slippers while emptying shelves and cupboards to my hearts delight. I would make everyone around me giggle with my infectious grin and I could get away with anything! That's the dream life. I can only think of one thing that I may improve upon-some puppy dog gloves. I wouldn't want to catch a cold for heavens sake!

In other news Brynner got a cop car for Christmas. It speeds off with incredible force and even makes sounds. He's quite pleased with it.

In other, other news Brynner can finally fit into the corduroy jacket we bought years and years ago. He's our little college professor.

And yet some more news. My son kind of looks like me in this picture. I can't quite place exactly which feature, but it's awesome.

Tip from Tahnie: Brushing Teeth

2008-12-10T16:42:00.007-07:00

I brush my teeth too hard. It's true. My logic-if you want them really clean, brush really hard and Tadaa! really clean. Not the case when it comes to teeth. Apparently my gums are receding because I brush too hard. I now only use my two pinky's to hold my toothbrush. You should do the same. It was an important lesson learned. It made me think about more things I could be doing too intensely.

I have an actual indentation on my right middle finger from years and years of pushing too hard as I write.
Just the other day, I actually got a very painful blister on my finger from getting out a few stains on Brynner's clothes.
I can cut through those Styrofoam plates like butter, and I also recall snapping plastic forks right and left! (I decided against inserting a bad joke on how they don't make right and left handed forks. Good decision, glad I left it out.)
I've been know to take a bottle of those overly enthusiastic scrubbing buddies bathroom cleanser and doing havoc on my bathroom. I can scrub good and hard as long as I have on a pair of rubber gloves. I feel empowered, I would dare say even fearless with them on!
Brad and I went to Disneyland this week (another post) I intensely played the new Toy Story 2 shoot game. My hand hurt so badly from pulling the trigger I could barely eat afterward. OK I didn't have that hard of a time. I found that after spending $17.00 on a sandwich, my animal instincts kicked in, I ate through the pain.

What does this all mean?? I honestly don't know. Just promise me this: Use light circular motions on those pearly whites of yours.

Happy Sad Birthday!

2008-12-09T09:16:00.001-07:00

Our baby boy turned 1 this month! I can't believe he's been with us for a whole year! No cutesy party for Brad's son. We had a family biker rally complete with temporary tattoos, do-rags, and a Harley Davidson inspired cake. Ideally the birthday boy would have been happy and feeling well, but alas, we would find out that afternoon at the Doctor's, he had a ear ache on his left side and pretty much had a miserable day. An early nap allowed for a little break in the tears but they flowed freely almost the entire party. He didn't eat much of his lunch and didn't want to touch his cake let alone eat/play with it. Are you excited to see pictures from this happy day??!!!

Brynner crying on Dad's Harley with Mom

Brynner crying while opening gifts with Poppy.

Brynner chewing on gifts...at this point in the day we thought he was teething.

Brynner's little cake. You know...the one that he didn't want anything to do with.

Brynner thinking how strange everyone is for the sudden out break of song.

Poppy helping Brynner get messy.

Brynner not liking messy...or ear aches....I forget which

Brad threw this cake together 15 min. before people arrived. Good job hon!

Yes, that is a vacuum attachment for a pinata stick. What do you use?!

This is on his actual birthday. He enjoyed his cake this time!

Finally we have a happy Brynner on his Happy Birthday!!!

One word answers

2008-11-21T22:04:00.002-07:00

Cheri tagged me, I think to see if I could do one word answers! 1. Where is your cell phone? upstairs 2. Where is your significant other? Home! 3. Your hair color? Brown 4. Your mother? vital 5. Your father? thoughtful 6. Your favorite thing? hugs 7. Your dream last night? Forgot 8. Your dream/goal? consideration 9. The room you're in? Office 10. Your hobby? photography 11. Your fear? loss 12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? forward 13. Where were you last night? Twilight 14. What you're not? male 15. One of your wish-list items? camera 16. Where you grew up? marriage 17. The last thing you did? blink 18. What are you wearing? blanket 19. Your TV? Brad's 20. Your pet? hairy 21. Your computer? Tahnie's 22. Your mood? content 23. Missing someone? Dad 24. Your car? transport 25. Something you're not wearing? leotard 26. Favorite store? here 27. Your summer? adore 28. Love someone? Brad 29. Your favorite color? blue 30. When is the last time you laughed? minutes 31. Last time you cried? week Harder then it looks, you should try it.

Thankful: Part I

2008-11-15T22:20:00.006-07:00

I'm thankful for my family

I'm thankful for my close family

I'm thankful to move forward in life and beyond

I'm thankful for kisses

I'm thankful we can rest and take it all in

I'm thankful I can hear my son laugh

I'm thankful my man loves his little man

I'm thankful my son has skills

I'm thankful my husband has one sexy behind!! Hmm.

I'm thankful I'm not raising my son on my own

I'm thankful I have a sense of humor

I'm thankful my child looks up to his Daddy

I'm thankful to be in the background once in a while

I'm thankful my son likes me

I'm really really thankful my son likes me

I'm thankful to Britta for doing such an awesome job with our family pictures! Go here to check out her website. (thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you)

Halloween

2008-11-05T10:17:00.007-07:00

He doesn't have his white gloves on in these photos. All the same, I think he made a pretty cute Super Mario!

I had to quickly update this and show Brad and I as the Publisher's Clearing house couple for Halloween. I know I look terrible in this picture...that's what I was going for! Those curlers are harder then it looks to put in. Kudos to my Grandma for doing it by herself all these years! :) We won 1st prize for most creative!

Story Time-Elliott

2008-10-29T08:15:00.002-06:00

Brad's youngest brother, Elliott, is one in a billion. I love his quirks and how he doesn't follow societies rules. I swear the world would be a better place if there were a few more Elliott's around. Drew posted some stories of Elliott on their blog here. He asked us to do the same. So, with love, here are some stories that always make the Roska's laugh...

Phone Conversation

Tahnie: Hi Elliott, it's Tahnie!

Elliott: Hey 'Tahn's of fun'. What's up?

Tahnie: Oh nothing much. Hey, I need to leave your Mom a message on the phone so I'm going to call back OK?

Elliott: Oh sure, no problem.

.......ring ring....

Elliott: Hello?

Tahnie: Hey Elliott it's Tahnie. I need to leave your Mom a message so don't answer the phone next time OK? I'm calling right back...

Elliott: Oh OK. Sure.

......ring ring.....

Elliott: Hello?

Tahnie: (laughing) Elliott! I need to leave your Mom a message so I'm going to call right back so I can get the answering machine.... DON'T answer the phone next time it rings OK?

Elliott: OK. Got it.

....ring ring.....

Elliott: Hello?

Tahnie: Elliott! Listen-to-me. Don't-answer-the-phone. I'm-calling-right-back-and-I-need-to-leave-your-Mom-a-message. Tell me what I just told you.

Elliott: To not answer the phone because you need to leave Mom a message.

Tahnie: Perfect. Now I'm calling right back OK? So don't answer.

Elliott: OK.

.....ring ring.....

Elliott: Hello?

Tahnie: Bud! Seriously! sigh.... Just tell your Mom I called OK?

Elliott: Yea sure.

Camping bag

I love the four things Elliott packed in his bag for a camping trip a few years back.

1. Digi Draw

2. Digi Draw (that's right he brought up a second one in case the first failed him)

3. pad of paper

4. pencil

Mission

When Brad was on his mission his companion Elder Martin loved the letter he got from Elliott so much he still has it from what I understand.

Dear Brad,

Guess what? Yup. Sock's bit me.

Love you

Brad also heard on his mission that Elliott called 911 because some kids wouldn't play with him in the neighborhood.

Prayer

Elliott was asked to give the prayer before Sunday dinner. He prayed among others things that his Dad's, "Raging indigestion" would get better. All 7 of us tried so hard to not laugh, but we couldn't help it and poor Elliott got his feelings hurt. What jerks we are!

Sandwich

Kent brought a friend home that Elliott had never met (bigger guy). They walked in the front door and Elliott looked at him and said, "You must be hungry! Let me make you a sandwich."

I had to limit it to five stories but I seriously have more. You've gotta love this kid. He's great and sweet and thoughtful and so funny!!! Great idea to write these down Drew. I hope he'll appreciate them when he gets older.

Memories of Grandpa Moon

2008-10-24T15:06:00.004-06:00

My Grandpa Moon passed away on October 8, 2008. I was asked to speak at his funeral and tell of a few memories I had of him as a Grandchild. I wanted to share with you my talk...

Along with my sadness at Grandpa's death, I also find something to be glad about. I’m glad he is not suffering and that he is at peace. I’m glad for having known him and for the things he taught me.

Lives which have been closely tied together for 63 years cannot be separated without pain. So my thoughts today are particularly with Grandma. I hope you enjoy and find some comfort in the memories I have of Grandpa. Grandpa showed me how to be still, quiet, and gentle while he fed the birds outside in his yard. I was in awe as I watched all the chickadees and the occasional blue jay fly down from the trees and land all over his hat, shoulders and hands. One time he even let me wear his hat that he had placed bird seed on. He said I had to stand as still as a mouse so they would come to me. Some did come but they wouldn’t flock to me like they did Grandpa. Grandpa encouraged our wild imaginations from the time I was very young. One of the largest Aspen trees in his yard had a hollowed out portion at the base of it. He showed my sister, Cheri, and I and proceeded to tell us about the elves that lived in that tree. He helped us build a small mailbox right outside the hole. I don’t remember what we would write on the tiny pieces of paper, but I do remember we would anxiously wait for the elves to get our letter and send their reply. Sometimes two or three days would pass but eventually there would be a little note from the elves that lived in Grandpa’s big tree. Grandpa had a cute sense of humour and loved to tease us grand kids. Each year he would set the bear trap in his fireplace and let us know that this year he was going to catch Santa Clause and play with all of the toys. As you can imagine, we were horrified at this thought! When Easter would come around he would tell us how he was going to use that darn bear trap again and get the Easter bunny and make some good rabbit stew while he ate the candy and eggs. I also vividly remember him cautioning us about not eating the black seeds in a watermelon because if you did, you’d have watermelons growing out of your ears! I recall being very troubled and thoroughly inspecting each piece before I’d put it in my mouth. Grandpa also had a sweet tooth. You couldn’t get out of seeing Grandma and Grandpa without being offered candy or chocolates. A few years ago I made a chocolate cake for a family gathering. We took some food over to Grandma and Grandpa along with a few pieces of cake. Grandpa thoroughly enjoyed that piece of cake and happily accepted a second piece ensuring he scraped the plate clean so he got every last morsel. He didn’t eat much then so we were all happy to see his appetite even if it was for chocolate cake. These are all special memories to me and to my brother and sister and I feel honoured to be the one to share them with you. I made some of that chocolate cake today for the gathering afterward and hope you’ll have a piece….. or two and remember all the sweet things about my Grandpa. I know through prayer we can be comforted in our times of need if we but ask our Heavenly Father. I have a testimony that I will be able to see him again. Families do go on forever. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Shedding in defense

2008-10-16T21:34:00.016-06:00

Why must my dog shed soooo much?? Seriously. Hair is all I notice lately. Vacuuming twice a week is just not cutting it. For the next two month I'm going to have to double that if I ever want to get any visitors ever again. Scratch that......I'm going to have to triple it. In fact I won't be able to get anything else done so don't ask me why I don't shower anymore, cook, converse, or leave comments on your blog...I'm vacuuming-leave me alone! We've even resorted to attacking what (few) visitors we get with our roller thing-a-ma-bob-hair-taker-off-er as they leave because we can't remember if they had pants on or not and frankly I'm concerned what the neighbors might think?!! To avoid this I guess you could check your pants at the door and we'll give you a towel to lounge around in. I don't think that's so weird. Some people make you take off your shoes...why not your pants?! Trust me, you'll thank me later as you see all the other guests line up for their roll down. I do have one theory why he must shed so much. To get back at us for letting Brynner poke, grab, sit one, drive into/over, stare at, and yank his tail...just to name a few.

I am amazed at how easy going Rusty is and maybe vacuuming for two months straight twice a year (yes, it happens in the spring as well) won't be so bad. He'll have to endure like what honey..... 3 more kids :) ?

Evidence that we do feed Rusty. Check out that booty!

12 Step Program

2008-10-11T22:28:00.002-06:00

Update: Brynner has taken some huge steps with his toilet paper addiction and enrolled in the 12 step program! Count em up....there's 12 in there! We're so proud of our little man. Today he's 10 months and 10 days old.

Toilet Paper Sorrows

2008-10-06T19:41:00.007-06:00

Toilet paper. Yes that's right, this entire post is about toilet paper. I'm very particular how toilet paper is put on the holder. Let me be clear....The one and only way toilet paper should be hung is so it rolls off the top and down the front. Just in case anyone is confused, I have included a correct and an incorrect illustration below. Let's just start there.

Correct

Incorrect

May I also add I have taken toilet paper for granted. Particularly the way it hung so wonderfully and so correctly there on it's little holder all those years. It was so wonderful in fact that little Brynner wanted to try it out. He only wanted to roll it once so I shared with him that, for some people, you roll it once and it's over-you're hooked-addicted. I'm sad to say he was one of those people. He just can't get enough of the rolling and the piling up and rolling again of the toilet paper. I'm trying to ease him off it so I took the first step and reversed all the toilet paper. So if he does roll it, it will make a nice little circle on itself without piling up on the floor. I know. I know. It goes against everything I thought I'd teach my child, but I just had to step in before it really became a problem. I mean, what if he started to hoard the toilet paper under his bed?! You can imagine what a dilemma that might be one day. Nothing is worse than being caught without toilet paper-nothing. I'd sacrifice anything to help my child, but I must admit when Brynner is fast asleep, I sometimes sneak into the bathroom.... and turn the toilet paper around just so I can remember how it use to be between us. None of the awkward pauses when I'd reached for it and need to stop, yet again, and remember to roll it from the back (aka: the totally wrong way of putting toilet paper on it's little holder). I know this is only a temporary fix until Brynner figures out that toilet paper can roll both backwards and forwards. When that day comes, I may gather up some friends and family and spring an intervention on him. He needs to know how his toilet paper addiction is affecting others around him. Bottom line is I don't want the same thing happening to your family. So I thought I'd quickly share how the toilet paper addiction started off so cute and innocent. He'd pull himself up by the tub in my bathroom and turn the water on and off a few hundred times while I was taking a shower or getting ready in the morning. Then one day while I was in the shower, he took my towel, threw it into the tub, and turned the water on and crawled away.

The gateway addiction

Things were never the same after that and eventually ended in toilet paper sorrows. If you're going through the same thing, I'd love to hear about it. Together we can conquer this toilet paper addiction! Thanks for listening.

Story Time-Oatmeal

2008-10-02T13:56:00.006-06:00

I can't make a decent bowl of Oatmeal. I would stop there but it probably needs to be a documented and proven fact for you to believe me. That, or Brynner and Rusty both hate oatmeal which is practically impossible in every way. Our dog will eat anything. Well that's not entirely true. He won't eat two things...and I can only think of one thing right now-olives. So back to the fact that I can't make oatmeal.

A couple weeks ago I made Brynner some strawberries and cream instant oatmeal. Yes it was the instant kind, the kind with sugared dehydrated strawberries in it and I happen to love it. I put in the 1/2 cup recommend amount of water. Pop it into the microwave (Not to go off on a tangent or anything but I think I've watched Sandra Lee WAY too much for one life time. Does it bug anyone else how often she uses the word Pop?! Makes me insane and there I go and use it!) for the recommended minute and wait. I can see the deliciousness bubbling up through the microwave window. It beeps. I take it out. I realize it's probably the same temperature as liquid lava. I put it in the freezer. I wait. The only problem is Brynner doesn't want to wait any longer. So I start to jump up and down in my PJ's singing Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree as animated and loud (with full blown hand actions) as I could. After the third round and a little Itsy Bitsy Spider thrown in the mix the oatmeal had finally cooled down enough and this is kind of how it went down.

Me: Mmmmm...Strawberry Oatmeal...

Brynner: Gag

Me: You OK buddy? Here's some more! Hmmm... Oatmeal!

Brynner: Dry heave

Me: My gosh are you OK? Do you have something in your mouth? Let Mama see....what's in there? .... Nothing, try again. Hmmmm...Strawberry Oatmeal!

Brynner: Gag. Gag. Dry Heave

Me: OK maybe you don't like this kind. We'll try another day.

A week later....

Me: Hmmmm....Cinnamon Oatmeal!!!!

Brynner: Dry Heave

Me: See look, Mommy will take a bite!! Hmmmm...Oatmeal!!! Your turn!!

Brynner: Gag. Throw up.

Me: Oh No! Sorry baby, no more oatmeal I promise!

What do I do next? Scoop the left over yummy oatmeal that suddenly doesn't look that yummy, into Rusty's bowl. And it kind of went down like this...

Me: Hmmm....Oatmeal!!! (Scrape, Scrape).

Rusty: chomp, slurp, inhale....... Gag. Gag. Dry Heave. Throw up.

Me: You've got to be kidding me!!!!!!!!! My oatmeal is NOT THAT BAD!!!

So it's now documented and proven that I shouldn't be allowed to make oatmeal. My dog who will not eat olives and one other thing I can't remember; now won't eat olives, one other thing I can't remember, AND my Oatmeal. Sigh...

All in a days fun!

2008-09-20T16:39:00.007-06:00

It's 11:00 am. I decide I want to take some pictures to kill some time while Mr. Roska is at work. I wasn't ready yet and Brynner had just woken up from his nap. I quickly get ready, feed Brynner lunch, clean up and get him ready. I gather up the camera, tripod, jacket, snacks, keys, and throw it all in the stroller. I have one hour left before the next nap time, gotta hurry! I turn on the security alarm and open the back door just in time to see the first few splatters of rain on the concrete. Darn it! I look up at the sky and think by the time we walk there, it will be over with. Just as I have this thought, the heavens open and a good down pouring begins. Not to be defeated, I decide to take some picture on our front porch. Not my first choice, but it would have to do. I close the back door and wheel the stroller to the front door. By this time our security system had set and as I opened the door, the ear bending alarm goes off! I'm trying to keep Rusty from bolting out the door while digging through the stroller to find my car keys and turn off the ruckus (we have a key less entry for our alarm system). Crisis averted. I lock the door, look outside and lo and behold the rain had stopped and the sun was out. Perfect! Now if only I could get Brynner to cooperate like that. Most of the time I got pictures of a screaming toddler trying to rip chunks out of my hair. On the other hand, a grumpy face is what I need sometimes to make me smile.

While setting up the camera and tripod and looking for that darn self timer button, I pulled out 9 leaves, 2 rocks, 3 pieces of bark, and about 5 handfuls of grass out of Brynners mouth. Even with all these glorious distractions, I had squeezed in a few more shots then I had anticipated. Feeling satisfied, my little boy and I strolled leisurely back home just in time for his afternoon nap. I was excited for Mr. Roska to see the fruits of my labor. All in a days work. Or should I say, all in a days fun!

6th year!

2008-09-18T14:34:00.005-06:00

Our wedding anniversary was last Sunday. I can't believe it's already been six years! I'll try and not be too mushy because frankly no one but Brad probably wants to hear this kind of a thing anyway. So that's my disclaimer-read on at your own risk!

Brad knows me well and surprised me Saturday with a 1/2 day at the Sanctuary Day Spa. (Holly, next time he knows to book it at Sycamore Massage and Bodywork!) It was heavenly with a foot treatment, body massage, sea scrub, herbal tea with scones, and to end it all with a good sit in the steam room followed by a nice hot shower-basically the works and I loved it! Then my Mom came over and watched Brynner so we could go out to dinner (thank you Mom!). We went to Ruth's Chris. It was soooo good! I felt especially fancy because Brad had called ahead and had a bottle of sparkling pear/apple cider chilling in a bucket by our table. Just like our wedding night! We had such a great time being alone together outside of our house and without child in tow. It was a very much needed night out! I hope he feels how in love with him I am. I'm so attracted to him in every way. He's such a good dad and husband. He knows how to lighten a mood and make me feel better no matter what ails me. I can honestly say I like who I am when I'm around him. He has taught me to stress a little less, to not be so critical of myself, and to not hold back a laugh when something amuses me. I love you Brad, Happy Anniversary!

Just look at my handsome hubby of six years! ahhhhh....

High School Tag

2008-09-01T15:09:00.002-06:00

I haven't done a tag for a while so why not! 1. Did you date someone from your school? Sure did. It's kind of hard not to when there is only one high school within 30 miles or so. 2. What kind of car did you drive? The 'Grandma car' was my favorite, Purplish/Brown Buick. Fact: We named it that not only because it looked as though a grandma might drive it but it was, in fact, my Grandma's car before we got it. 3. Did you pass your driver's license test on the first try? I'm comin' clean... I never took the driving test, only the written exam. My teacher said I didn't need to. Gotta love the great example South Summit is to impressionable young minds! :) 4. Were you a party animal? No. I was a good child, not perfect, but good. 5. Were you considered a flirt? Good question. I probably was. After high school I got pretty good at it but I'm not sure during high school? 6. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? Choir; we called it Tapestry. 7. Were you a nerd? No 8. Were you on any varsity teams? Cheerleading 9. Did you get suspended/expelled? No. Good child, remember? 10. Can you still sing the fight song? Not without the music. And maybe not with it either. 11. Who were your favorite teachers? Mz and Mr. Draper. Mr. Dougherty was just so different I always enjoyed seeing what he'd say next....but I wouldn't say he was a favorite. 12. Where did you sit during lunch? Usually in the far north hall in front of our lockers. Even when I was a senior my Dad would pack lunches for me sometimes. I remember he'd always pack like 10 cookies for me. It was really cute. I remember he would write me notes sometimes on my napkin. I'm definitely going to do that with my kids. I loved it. 13. What was your school's full name? South Summit High School 14. School mascot and colors? I remember I dressed up as the mascot once at a football game. so fun! We were The Wildcats and our colors were Kelly green and white. 15. Did you go to Homecoming and who with? I recall a formal dress up dance...but others are saying it was just a regular dance. Either way I'm sure I went and I'm sure it was with Tyler. 16. If you could go back and do it again, would you? I wouldn't go back but I do wish I would have done a few things differently. My biggest regret is not hanging out with just the girls more often. 17. What do you remember most about graduation? It's all kind of fuzzy. I remember the all night party after graduation and I won a Leatherman (then traded it for a vacuum with Curtis Cox) We danced, ate a lot of food, and I tried, key word tried, to roller blade down the halls just so I could say I did the same thing my brother did at his all night grad party. I also remember hanging out with Ben and Dave afterward at Dave's house. 18. Where did you go senior skip day? Lagoon 19. Were you in any clubs? I think I was in FBLA and GYC even though I couldn't prove it because I was sick the day all the pictures were taken for the yearbook. 20. Have you gained some weight since then? According to my scale I've actually lost weight. But I also lost all my muscle too :( 21. Who was your prom date? My senior year I went with Cameron Page and all the other years I went with Tyler. 22. Are you planning on going to your 10 year reunion? Yes, if we have one... 23. Did you have a job while in high school? Dick's Drive Inn, Levi Outlet, and Yarrow Hotel

Dress up

2008-08-27T10:16:00.008-06:00

The other day I saw a jean jacket that Brynner had never worn and thought how cute he would look in it. I was a little sad that he would never wear it outside before he grew out of it. I put him in it and it turned into a fun game of dress up so I took a couple pictures. The game was that I would put on his sunglasses and hurry and snap pictures before he could take them off. He won most of the time. I managed to get a couple cute ones in between trying to get him to sit still and get Rusty (our dog) out of the way. Finally I took a couple pictures of Rusty with the glasses on and he wanted nothing to do with us. A little reverse physchology was just what he needed.

2008-08-19T09:51:00.003-06:00

It's about time I posted some pictures from the last couple months. Brynner really has turned into a little man lately. He can say Dada, give kisses, crawl, feed himself, pull himself up on furniture , and gets into everything! I can't wait to see what he'll do next.

We can always get a smile doing this.

He loves to empty all the toys and books before he plays.

I love him in just his diaper!

He already has the look down when he gets into something he's not supposed to

This is his expression when he's saying MMMMMM!

First tooth! It's coming in crooked and it's all my fault!

He loves to look outside at the tress blowing in the wind.

Uncle Drew pretending to be a Rhino.

Story time! This is his favorite book right now.

When I pull out the camera he crawls over and wants to look into the lens.

Anything he can bang on is his favorite toy!

He thinks grass is funny and sometimes laughs when he feels it.

Working on getting that Cheerio in his mouth!

Cheerio Addict

2008-08-18T21:13:00.005-06:00

Brynner has been learning to feed himself finger foods. We usually put him on a towel on the floor so he can crawl around and prey on his cheerios to his hearts content. It's the circle of life...sorry Cheerios! Rusty, our dog, thinks this is the greatest idea because a soggy Cheerio or two always make it his way. This is how we discovered our dog's secret talent in entertaining our son. Brynner thinks it is the funniest thing in the world to see Rusty catching Cheerios and will gladly give up a few! I had to share part of the video we got tonight.

The Pianist

2008-07-18T20:57:00.003-06:00

Our Prodigy Son....

Memories

2008-07-18T09:36:00.002-06:00

I got this from my Sisters blog! I thought it would be fun and hope you will play along! Here are the directions: 1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you have of Brad or I. It doesn't matter if you know us a little or a lot, anything you remember! 2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about us, We'll assume you're playing the game and we'll come to your blog and do the same thing. Thanks for playing!

Story Time-Accident

2008-07-14T21:16:00.004-06:00

It has been a while since I've posted and even longer since I've done Story Time! Now, lets get you in the right frame of mind. Just picture yourself in your kindergarten classroom with a carton of milk all cozy on the floor.....feel better? Me too.

There I was, driving down I-15 being a responsible driver as usual. Seat belt-check, mirrors-check, tire pressure-check. Was I speeding? Of course not! Peeling a banana? Absurd! Was I tailing the big blue truck driving in the fast lane-maybe. But at least I wasn't speeding or peeling a banana. Phew, that would have been much worse. Luckily I was behind the big blue truck puttering along at 60 MPH or I may have to admit to not peeling a banana... instead of not speeding and not peeling a banana. Good. I'm glad I cleared that up. As I was not speeding nor peeling a banana and being a responsible driver (except for the tailing part) I watched as what appeared to be a rock bounce out of the bed of the truck. It skipped once, twice, then headed right for my little Toyota Camry. I tried to duck my head but it was in vain, it hit my little Toyota Camry right smack dab in the spot. What spot you ask? THE spot. The one in a million spot that couldn't be replicated if you tried a hundred times. Before I had a chance to say, "Pickle Pete's Stinky Feet," the loudest bang I've ever heard in my entire life reverberated around me. That was odd. Then I realized I literally couldn't see one tiny itsey bitsey part of the outside world from my windshield. Interesting. I thought a bad word, slammed on my brakes, then prayed. My mistake was thinking the bad word first and then praying. If I could recommend to anyone that finds themselves in this situation to pray then think the bad word, it would be much better. Anyhow, I was able to pull into the right shoulder without being hit. It had all happened so fast! When I got out of my little Toyota Camry and looked at the damage it was not good. That rock, that little insignificant rock, had hit the sweet spot, unlatched my hood which caught wind and flew up shattering the windshield. It was sure a good thing that I wasn't speeding and peeling a banana when that happened or things could have turned out much worse (see below).

Friends don't let friends speed and peel a banana

Nerds, Bums, & Smiles

2008-06-17T20:56:00.004-06:00

Homemade pipe cleaner glasses + 6 month old boy = pretty cute nerd

Instructions: Go to the song playlist on the right and click "Booty Song" before viewing the picture below. (Credit goes to Amanda Nichols who had this song on their blog for a little while. It's one of my favorite new songs!)

Nothing cuter then this baby booty!

A couple cute pictures from the last little while....

For David Archuleta

2008-05-22T09:04:00.006-06:00

Brynner's reaction when he heard the American Idol winner

David,

I bet you're asking yourself why America didn't vote you in as The American Idol. Because David, we're idiots. That's why. How could one resist your buttery tone and squinty eyes as you serenaded us week after week?! Life isn't always fair David but always hold onto these loving words from Paula, "David, you are ridiculous. I want to just squish you, squeeze your head off and dangle you from my rear view mirror."

I too David would like to squish your squinty little eyes...and head....and hang you from my rear view mirror. That's how much of a fan I am.

You might have seen me crying after you didn't win last night on Fox 13 news. It was all for you David. But don't cry for me, crying for you. I'll be fine, I think. On second thought, perhaps you could stop by my house later on today to check to see how I'm holding up. Thanks. It really was hard on me that you didn't win. I haven't been able to eat or sleep since that dreadful night (last night). Except I did have breakfast this morning and slept until 8:00 am. But other then that I haven't slept or ate a thing.

Well, I guess I'll be seeing you later today. Until then, hold your head up high and know that you'll always be MY American Idol.

Your biggest fan,

Tahnie

Sleep like a Baby??

2008-05-07T13:30:00.004-06:00

From everything I’ve read Brynner was considered a “fussy” baby. From Day 2 we had to walk the floor endlessly bouncing a screaming baby in order for him to get to sleep. After doing this for a couple months each time he slept, we found bouncing on an exercise ball worked great and found it did help the process from two or more hours to sometimes just 30 min. That is, of course, if we could ever so gently lay him down without him waking up. If he awoke the whole process would start over. More then a few nights Brad or myself would have to take over so the other person wouldn’t get frustrated at our little guy who, no doubt, was also frustrated he wasn’t asleep by now.
By three months he was still waking up every two hours around the clock and it would take at least an hour to get him back to sleep during the night. Brad was telling his client about our sleep woes when she swore up and down how much a book had helped her daughter. That day Brad went and bought the book and I started to read “Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child” by Dr Marc Weissbluth. Brynner wasn’t old enough to start what he called Extension to get him to sleep (or commonly known as crying it out). So we waited until he was about 3 1/2 months old and tried to let Brynner cry himself to sleep that night. It was horrible!!! I can’t tell you how guilty and worried I was that he would feel abandoned or scared. The book said he would do some “protest crying” but they didn’t say anything about him screaming bloody murder! Poor sweetheart worked himself up so much we couldn’t handle it and couldn’t follow through for the first few attempts. Finally we were so exhausted we decided that no matter how long he cried we were going to start being consistent at night and not go to him as he feel asleep. The first couple weeks were really rough but after that he would typically cry for a ½ hour before he would fall asleep. Then we started with naptime in the day. His sleeping habits were getting worse during the day in that he would sleep more then 20 min. only if I held him. I couldn’t get anything done! It took him another two weeks to where he would cry typically for a ½ hour for naptime. He started to get up twice a night which was a huge improvement to the four or five times in the past.
Slowly but surely he improved until today I feed him and lay him down awake but drowsy and he’ll fall asleep (most of the time) without any crying at all. Strangely enough, however, if he falls asleep while feeding he’ll sometimes cry for 15 or 20 min. when I put him down. I’ll take that any day over what we had gone through in the past! He also needs consistency so if I do something that messes up his schedule, like taking him places during naptime; he has a harder time for the next couple days. As long as I hold my end of the bargain he now sleeps at night and at naptime by himself!! As of last week his day naps are getting consistently longer to where he’ll sleep anywhere from 1 to 3 hours. It’s heaven! I can get so much more done in the day. I look back and realize how hard it was to hear him cry but it was all worth it a couple months later! How nice it is to hear him wake up happy and play in his crib until I get him, a stark contrast from him screaming because he was still tired.
For any new parents out there I just wanted to let you know how much easier it became for us! Every baby is different but if you’re struggling in this area, this book sure helped our little guy!

13-18 Weeks

2008-04-25T08:39:00.006-06:00

Brynner makes me laugh all day. There are many days when my cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing. I can't imagine life without him now. He's my everything! Here are some pics for your viewing pleasure.

I read babies can learn to stick out their tongues so I did until one day he did it back. Now we can't get him to stop!

On his best behavior

He found his feet this last week and is always trying to get them in his mouth.

First time eating Rice Cereal. Those are funny Rice Krispies!

Check out those thighs!

Hmmm....socks!

Getting ready for a walk

Daddy and Brynner's favorite game!

I love to snuggle with my sweet little man

He's always so happy to see Dad when he gets home from work

My Mom thinks I'm cuter then you!

Traditions

2008-04-08T15:08:00.003-06:00

Now that we have a child I’ve really wanted to start a lot of traditions so that as long as our children can remember, we’ll always have done certain things. I truly believe that it brings the family together like nothing else can. I think it even brings a sense of security that the kids always know certain things are going to happen every year on this holiday etc... It makes the day so much more fun to look forward to. I would love to hear all the traditions you may have in your family as something to blog about or at least leave me a ton of comments so I can get more ideas!! Here are some ones I’ve either thought of, seen somewhere, or carried from one of our family traditions. And let's face it, most of them revolve around food! New Years Eve: -Fortune Cupcakes. Bake them as normal and cut a slit on the top to put in the paper fortunes. You could make your own and print them off the computer (preferred way...you can make them very personal and funny) or buy some at your local craft store. Once they are frosted you’ll never be able to tell they were ever cut. April Fools Day: -Make food that resembles something but is really something else (like the cupcake meatloaf a few posts back) Halloween: -The Family Night Phantom is another fun tradition where your family takes a treat to unsuspecting homes with a poem. "The Phantom Ghost has come to town to leave you some goodies, I see you have found. If you do not wish a curse to fall, Continue this greeting, the Phantom call. Post this Phantom where it can be seen, and leave it there until Halloween. Then make two treats and two phantoms like this, Deliver them to 2 neighbors who may have been missed. Deliver at dark, when there is no light, Ring the doorbell, run and stay out of sight! Have fun and remember, don't be seen....share in the spirit of Halloween!" Sundays: -We make waffles every Sunday. This week we made cinnamon and vanilla waffles, the week before it was blueberry. I can’t even begin to tell you how many waffle recipes I’ve tried, but so far this one is my favorite for the basic recipe: Basic Waffle Recipe courtesy Alton Brown, 2005 4 3/4 ounces all-purpose flour, approximately 1 cup 4 3/4 ounces whole-wheat flour, approximately 1 cup 1/2 teaspoon baking soda 1 teaspoon baking powder 1 teaspoon salt 3 tablespoons sugar 3 whole eggs, beaten 2 ounces unsalted butter, melted (1/4 cup) 16 ounces buttermilk, room temperature (2 cups) Buttermilk Substitute: Add 1 Tbl. of Apple Cider vinegar for each cup of milk and let sit for 5 min. Vegetable spray, for waffle iron Preheat waffle iron according to manufacturer's directions. In a medium bowl whisk together the flours, soda, baking powder, salt, and sugar. In another bowl beat together eggs and melted butter, and then add the buttermilk. Add the wet ingredients to the dry and stir until combined. Allow to rest for 5 minutes. Ladle the recommended amount of waffle batter onto the iron according to the manufacturer's recommendations. Close iron top and cook until the waffle is golden on both sides and is easily removed from iron. Serve immediately or keep warm in a 200 degree F oven until ready to serve. Longest Day of the Year: -It's always in the middle of June. The idea is to enjoy the most sunshine on the longest day of the year. Take that day off of work/school etc... and let each family member choose an outdoor activity (Picnic, hiking, swimming, miniature golf etc..) Birthdays: -I thought it was so great that I got to have whatever I wanted on my Birthday for Breakfast and Dinner. -Celebrate 1/2 Birthdays! Buy a small gift and have cake and ice cream. These are just a few ideas. Let me know what you do as a family!

Rice Krispies

2008-04-03T14:55:00.006-06:00

I just had to share a cute story that happened today. Brynner had his four month Dr. appointment and Brad took a long lunch break so he could come as well. During the visit our Dr. mentioned starting Brynner on a little rice cereal once a day. Brad was telling the Dr. how excited that made him feel that he would be able to feed him. He told her he was going straight to the store and get some. He paused for a second and then asked the Dr. "You mean Rice Krispies, right?" I couldn't help but burst into laughter. How cute is that?!! Our Dr. chuckled and told him the difference. He was a good sport and just laughed right along with us. I thought you all might think it was funny too! :)

April Fools!

2008-04-01T20:39:00.004-06:00

This year I decided to do my tricks via food. No, I didn't switch the sugar and salt, but I did make cupcakes and sushi. The cupcakes were made of meatloaf with a mashed potato frosting and the sushi was rice crispy treats, gummy worms, and fruit rollups. I had more fun making it then I'm sure Brad had eating it! He looked at the odd dinner on the table and just smiled and sat down to eat. What a sport. At first glance I really think you could be fooled into thinking they were real cupcakes. The sushi was obvious. At least the Peach Mango flavored water really got him! April Fools Brad!!! After all the weird food he even cleaned up the kitchen. Thank you honey! By the way I got both of these ideas from www.familyfun.com you should check out this site, I love it!

Story Time-Food

2008-03-30T14:35:00.008-06:00

Story #1
On our second date I invited Brad over to my apartment for dinner. Afterward he made an apple pie from scratch-I was impressed. I can't exactly remember how the subject came up but he was telling me that he had never burned anything while he was cooking. Suddenly I pictured my Dad scrapping burnt toast with a knife over the sink and thought that everyone has at least burnt toast, right?! I proceeded to tease him and he continued to defend himself. Of course it only escalated the more time we spent together. Then one day it happened! He burned a grilled cheese sandwich at my apartment. I couldn't help but jump up and down while laughing and screaming ha! I told you so! I remember the look on his face perfectly. He wanted to be mad but just couldn't help the smile creeping up on his lips. It was priceless. To this day I still tease him when he accidentally burns something. Granted it doesn't happen often, but just the other day he did make the fire alarm go off!! :)

Story #2

Before I had the baby, Brad and I worked for the same company so we would go to lunch together. One day I saw what looked like an adorable little diner so Brad and I decided to try it out the next day for lunch. It was called the Vertical Diner. We sit down and see that they had a lot of tofu and alternative proteins among which they also listed chicken. So I ordered a veggie burger and Brad gets the chicken sandwich. 30 min. later we finally get our order. I had an ok burger with 4 regular sized carrot sticks. And Brad had a odd looking sandwich with a few tortilla chips (no salsa or anything just plain tortilla chips) Then Brad bites into his and thinks that they made a mistake and calls the waitress over. He told her he had ordered the Chicken Sandwich. She informed us that it was an entirely Vegan restaurant and that was the "Chicken." Nothing against substitute meats but why would they bother listing 6 different types of protein and then call the 7th Chicken? Confusing to say the least! They also didn't have anything printed on their menu about it being all Vegan. Brad couldn't eat the rest and we both laughed as I finished off my four carrot sticks. The waitress took off Brad's meal (even though we didn't ask, which was very nice). Our waitress said it happened all the time....so you'd think they would have something somewhere that said everything was Vegan right? The next closest thing was McDonald's so we stopped in for a double cheese for Brad and I got a Hot Fudge Sundae. We really did get a good laugh out of it so it was worth watching Brad's face as he tried to figure out what was on his sandwich. Sigh...We'll always have the Vertical Diner!

Story #3

To have story time and not tell about the cobbler would just be wrong! This takes place back in my High School days. I'm sure a lot of you have already heard this...but it's a classic! My Mom had just made a big peach cobbler and had offered a piece to my boyfriend and I . My Mom, Stepdad Ren, Tyler, and I were all standing in the kitchen talking while we started to take our first bite. I look over and Tyler has a confused look on his face, gets his fork, and starts pulling something out of his cobbler. How this happened I will never know, but apparently a blue rubberband had somehow fallen into the pan and just as equally impressive, my Mom hadn't noticed it. It wasn't the standard size of rubberband either...it was huge! It seemed like he pulled it out for a good 5 seconds before the last of it had finally made it's appearance. It was shocking, very unexpected, but hilarious! I can't remember if he ate another piece or not. Poor guy was probably traumatized!

Catching up

2008-03-28T20:40:00.005-06:00

I have to play catch up due to my nearly insensitive lack of blogging lately. My apologizes to Amy, Holly, and Brad :)

Our son was finally blessed! We had scheduled his blessing for February 3rd but as you can all remember, it snowed so bad that day that church was canceled. So we had to wait until March 9th when he was finally given a wonderful blessing. The whole time during the blessing I was bouncing my legs as if he was sitting on them in some odd attempt to keep him from crying. My Dad told me he was watching Brynner through the blessing and he was just fine looking around at everyone. I was really relieved. I admit I have an irrational fear of Brynner crying in public and me not being able to console him. Odd, I know. To this day I still have a hard time going grocery shopping, for example, without Brad. It's not that Brad can magically stop the crying, I just feel better with him there. We unfortunately didn't get a get a ton of pictures of Brynner in his blessing outfit because he was so sweaty and uncomfortable that we promptly changed him not long after we got home. We did get a few..none of Brad and I, but here is one with my Mom. She is the one that made the adorable outfit. I had her make it out of the train of my wedding dress. It really means something special to me to know Brynner and I shared two of the most important days of our lives wearing essentially the same thing. With that said, please do not tease my son that he wears girls clothes...appreciate it. I had to ship the material to Arizona where my Mom made it in just three days. Thank you Mom, you're the best!

(Brynner's Elvis impression)

The Easter Bunny also made an appearance at our house as he did undoubtedly to yours. For some reason Brynner was given things like a kite, candy and other ridiculous things such as a book and movie which he cannot (or should not, rather)enjoy yet. Don't be concerned, Brad and I discussed it and will play, eat, read, and watch his things until he comes of age.

As far as things that have changed with Brynner. Last night he slept 8 hours straight! Do you know how exciting that was?? So why couldn't I enjoy it?! I woke up countless times from 3:00 to 6:00 and had to go check on him to make sure he was ok. Man, I'm beginning to sound like...oh I know...a first time parent! This is huge if he keeps this up, I'm so proud of him!

Another very important thing he started doing last week was going phhhhhww. I have no clue how to spell it but it just might be easier to show you on video. I dare you to spell it. No I triple dog dare you. That's how long I pondered on the spelling of this rather adorable new trick.

Pictures! 8-12 Weeks

2008-02-29T20:09:00.000-07:00

We haven't posted pictures for quite awhile so here are some of my favorites from age 8 weeks-12 weeks. Sifting through them all, I realize just how many pictures we take of him! He's just so cute though, I can't help myself!

This is a picture of him talking. He's really been "talking" a lot! It's sooooo cute! I have some cute footage I'll post as soon I figure out how! :)

He is usually so cute and happy when we change his diaper.

We attempted to take some family pictures a couple weeks ago. It didn't turn out so well as you can see. We got a couple pictures out of it...the one above and the one on our profile. For putting the camera on a timer and trying to make him look forward instead of at us or the dog, I think we did pretty well.

I just had to post this one because of that lip! Oh my gosh...I kind of like it when he's sad just so I can see that face....but just kind of because that means some crying will follow.

I love to see the smiles even more then the pouty lips!

Regarding his mouth, he likes to eat with it and munch his hand with it. So much, in fact, that his nickname right now is Captain Munch....

However, today he found a third thing he likes to shove in his mouth. This was the first time he grabbed a toy and put it in his mouth. He did it over and over. It was really great to catch something he did for the first time on the camera! I know it seems silly but I was so proud at how well his motor skills are progressing.

Story Time-Vacation

2008-02-26T21:52:00.000-07:00

I love to hear stories so I thought I'd make a habit of story time on our blog every once in a while. So here it goes... a couple stories taking place on vacations that we've been on. Story #1 A little back ground first...Brad went on his mission to Paris France and when we got married we decided we really wanted to go back before we had kids. Anyway.... one day we were in a food market buying cheese and pâté for our lunch that day. The cheese was displayed in a huge circular refrigerator, like what we have here but 4 times the size. So there we were, both engrossed at the task at hand, when all of a sudden I get hit from behind. I look back and there is this old French lady, in her late 50's or early 60's, armed with a shopping cart looking at the cheese display. I quickly said sorry and moved out of the way. You could have sworn I was invisible because she didn't even acknowledge my existence. I was shocked at her lack of concern for my now bruised calf’s and couldn't help but watch her. Not a minute later she was walking down the same isle and smashed her cart in the back of a girl that was apparently where she wanted to be. I started to feel my blood boil as I watched her do it, yet again, but this time to this sweet looking old guy. I couldn't believe it! What an ornery, miserably unhappy lady this was! Brad jokingly commented that I should go do something about it. Those that know me know I would never do what I was about to. Maybe an evil spirit inhabited my body, but before I had time to think, I marched over to her, lowered my shoulder, and checked her like a hockey player into the display case. I couldn't stand to watch her bully anyone else just because they were" in her way." Brad nearly fell on the ground from shock! As I walked back to him I realized that didn't make me feel better at all. All of a sudden we saw her coming for us. We're talking, full on running, cart in hand, coming for us. We were at the base of some stairs going up to the second level so I hopped up onto them while Brad grabbed the cart before it could run him over. Then that was it. She didn't say a thing. When she turned around we got the heck out of there before she could make a lap and try again. It makes me laugh now when I think about it, but I honestly learned a valuable lesson that day. Revenge truly doesn't make you feel better. In fact I felt so guilty we went back the next day trying to find her so I could apologize. Story #2 Brad has a tendency to start planning our vacation for the next year the day after we get back from a vacation. Therefore we usually book it well in advance so that we'll have it paid for by the time we leave. So Brad booked our flight to Florida and printed out the itinerary probably 7 months or so before we left. The morning of our trip we're running a bit late, but not bad. We're in the airport getting our boarding passes and realize they had changed the time for our flight sometime between 7 months ago and now and we hadn't bothered to confirm the time. We were going on a cruise which wouldn't have waited for us had we been flying in that morning, but luckily we were coming a day early anyway so it wasn't such a big deal. We had a good laugh, drove to a bowling alley, and played a few games while we waited for the next flight out. The morale of this story is always, always; check the times to your flight the day of to see if you have the correct times. I'll make sure story time is illustrated next time! :)

Tagged #2

2008-02-13T22:02:00.000-07:00

What were you doing 10 years ago? Well to be exact....I would have scraped my windshield as little as possible before I got into "The Grandma Car" and raced to school because I would have been late. Inbetween 1st and 2nd period I would have bought an enormously huge cinnamon roll for a bargain $.75. For lunch I would go to Foodtown and buy a bagel, yogurt (Strawberry), and an apple or Banana and eat it in the hallway. Then after school I, of course, went to listen to Wet Cement practice as I drank a Hawaiian Punch. Then I would have raced to work at The Yarrow Hotel and did my homework as I waiting for calls to come in...to be exact.... 5 things on my to do list today: 1. Get in as much work time as little Brynner will allow. I'm hoping for 4 hours. 2. Do the laundry 3. Post a blog 4. Make batter for waffles in the morning...our Sunday tradition. 5. Get as much sleep as little Brynner will allow. I'm hoping for 4 hours! :) Things I would do if I suddenly became a billionaire: Man, that's a lot of tithing! :) There is all the standard stuff I would do...buy everyone in my family a house and a car, the best schools for Brynner, pay off any bills we might have, go traveling every few months, give x amount to charities each year, invest the majority of it, and give x amount to the research of admirable endeavors. Oh and another practical thing, I would have a personal masseuse so I could end my day with an hour long massage. But honestly there are more interesting things to read about so let's get right into those. Just to name a few... We would own a house in every time zone. Buy an island in the India Ocean on the Seychelles island chain. Dedicate a couple of years of training in various arts to break as many world records as we could. Brad would want to hire a tattoo artist to replicate the Sistine Chapel on the roof of his mouth (now I want you all to hold him to this!). He also really wants to give Oprah a loan and hold it over her head. Between that and using his money to corrupt the British Parliament so he could buy a seat in the House of Commons-he'd pretty much own the world. I think the only bribing I might do, on the other hand, would get dirt on the IOC so they would give into my idea of extreme picnicing as a sport for the next Olympics. It has bags of potential! My other slight indulgence would be to replicate the machine on The Jetson's so I could get ready every morning in about 2 min. and look perfect everytime. Man that would be sweet! Oh and one more thing...I would have a Jamba Juice in my house. Not asking too much, right!? :) 2 of my bad habits are: Procrastination and eating dinner in front of the television. Everytime I try and make Brad eat with me at the table he just starts to laugh when I ask about his day because he thinks of an episode of Seinfeld when Kramer had the "How was your day today?" speech. 5 places I have lived: 1. Woodland, UT 2. Orem, UT 3. Stansbury Park, UT 4. South Jordan, UT 5. Oakley, UT Jobs I have had: I starting to work at 14 and am proud to say I've only had 8 jobs in my life: Dick's Drive Inn, Levi Outlet, Yarrow Hotel, Daily Herald, Galaxy Diner, Baja Cantina, Sports Imaging Photography, and Mountain Land Design. 5 things people don't know about me: 1. Back in my crazy kid days I would completely change my outfit...shoes, socks, pants, shirt, everything...all while driving. I would do this all the time, I guess it was a combination of always being late and always anxious to get where I was going. My Dad taught me, by example, to drive with my knee so I picked up on it and learned I could do lots of things while driving like that. Bad. Bad. 2. I prefer Waffles to Pancakes if they're made at home...but Pancakes to Waffles when I'm at a restaurant. Did I just blow your mind?! 3. I've never felt as free as the night I went skinny dipping with a few friends in St. George. We were so worried about the other people looking at us, we ran by each other holding hands so no one would see from behind! Ha! ha! That's a funny memory. Don't worry girls..I won't rat you out! :) 4. I prefer to eat applesauce with cinnamon on it and cottage cheese with season salt on it. 5. My Sister, Step Sister, and I, once toilet papered our own house! If I remember correctly we wanted to get back at our parents for not letting us go get someone else that night. Of course it ended up back firing because we were the ones that cleaned it up! I now tag: Kensey, Cheri, Drew, & Em

Mighty Fine Catch

2008-02-05T15:02:00.000-07:00

I've been focusing so much on our new little guy that I thought I'd write about the first little man in my life, Brad. I don't think I tell him enough what a mighty fine catch he is and how lucky I am that he's mine. It's amazing how the room lights up and becomes more exciting when he's around. He really has taught me to laugh! I've never known anyone to watch a movie or a TV show and do big belly laughs by themselves in a room. He does it everyday and I love that about him! A special treat is to watch America's Funniest Videos with him or be around him with his brother, Drew, when they start telling stories of their childhood. I'm also told their fishing trips are a riot, but I'll take their word for it. I can't really see the appeal of waking up at 4:00 am but maybe I'll get into-you never know! Most of the pictures I have of Brad, he's fishing. Here are a few of my favorites...

Brad is also so thoughtful. For my birthday this year he sent me flowers, made an appointment with a Spa that day for a massage, pedicure, and manicure; and had his Mom come over and watch Brynner. It was such a great surprise! I needed it so much! When I came home from the spa he had a special dinner waiting that he learned to make when he was on his mission in France. I can never remember the name of it, but it was heavenly...even with our screaming baby in the background :)

One last thing I wanted to tell him I loved is what a great Papa he is. I love watching them together. He's so helpful in the evenings when I need a break and Brynner gets so excited to see him. We are both so lucky to have you in our lives. I love you so much honey!

I call for a do-over!

2008-01-22T13:18:00.000-07:00

It's a sad truth all Greenbay Packer fans faced on Sunday, no Superbowl for them :( Brad is a huge fan, therefore I am too, by association. Dad dresses Brynner in one of his Brett Farve jerseys and I had to take some pictures-they looked so cute together! We thought we had won for sure when the kicker for NY shanked another field goal and we had won the coin toss. The next three pictures are from that blissful moment....

Then all our hopes and dreams came crashing down when Greenbay managed to loose by a field goal!! It was a sad day at the Roska household. I tried to tell Brynner it was only a game, but he was inconsolable.

1+1=3

2008-01-18T15:48:00.000-07:00

I am so ashamed it's been soooo long since I've posted on our blog. I have repented so please check back often now as I feel like my head is back on straight. Becoming a mother it really all I've focused on lately and it's about time I come up for some air!! Brynner (pronounced Brenner) was born on December 2nd at 2:08 in the afternoon. He weighed 7 lbs 5 oz and was 21 inches long. We got to the hospital about 6:00AM that morning with determination that I was going to have a natural birth. I brought everything I thought I would need to accomplish the task at hand and never used a bit of it! I was dilated to a 7+ when I suddenly had a new goal of getting the anesthesiologist to my room sooner then later! haha! My contractions were overlapping toward the end and I didn't want to deal with it any longer. Very intense! I tip my hat to those that have gone natural. Our ultimate goal was to have a healthy baby and make it a memorable and positive experience. I wouldn't have changed anything about that day. It was perfect.

I had been having contractions for a couple weeks and thought I was going into labor twice before it really happened. His original delivery date was Nov. 26th. I really wanted him to come in Nov. because our family has so many December birthdays. I was dilated to a 4 a few days before the delivery date and my Doctor and myself anticipated an early delivery. Three days after the original due date came and went is when I really started to be sick of being pregnant with all the heartburn and being uncomfortable. If I didn't go into labor on my own my Doctor was going to start me on Dec. 3rd. So I was so excited when I really felt like I was having some real contraction Saturday night (Dec. 1st). I remember helping my husband and our friend John with a talent they would need to perform next week at our works Christmas party (I'll let Brad blog about that if he wishes). I realizing my contractions were starting to get more and more intense at about 11:00pm. At 3:00am I woke up Brad and had him start to help me relax as much as possible. We called his brother, Kent, to come watch our dog while we would be at the hospital and we were off at about 5:00am. As soon as we called our parents and family and let them know we were at the hospital, all of Brad's family came down to the hospital. This was to be the first Grandchild on Brad's side so you can only imagine how excited Grandma Roska was! She and her partner Irma came to wait for the delivery along with Brad's brother Elliott and Drew and his wife, Emily. From about 10:00am to 1:00pm we all sat in the room talking and of course watching the football game on TV with it being a Sunday afternoon. Brad was determined to, "Bring the boy up right from the start." I was just so excited to finally meet my baby I could barely believe it was time already when I began pushing about 1:15pm. I pushed for about 45 min. Brad and I later commented to each other about how relaxed our doc, Dr. Knowlton was with us. We would chat between contractions and listen to her and the nurse swap stories from other births they had been at. It was a very different atmosphere then anything you ever see on television or the movies. Watching him be born was the single greatest thing I've ever watched. It didn't freak me out like I had thought it might. It was truly beautiful. I remember seeing his face for the first time and feeling almost shocked that he was here-Finally!!! I was really relieved and soooo happy he was safe and healthy. Brad's reaction was my favorite! He just started to laugh (if you know Brad it's not a quiet laugh) and cry all at the same time. He kept saying how "Rad" he was. When I finally got to hold him I fell in love and felt so blessed to be his mother. It was so wonderful to finally see him. I remember thinking how much he opened his eyes and looked around quietly. My Mom was trying to catch a flight into Salt Lake and only missed the birth by an hour or two. I couldn't wait to show her and the rest of my family what a perfect baby we had!

It wasn't until the next day that we (and our neighbors) heard his sweet cry. (I don't know if other parents feel this way but when he cries both Brad and I think it's the cutest thing we've ever heard. He sounds like a little kitten sometimes.) Brad finally made me ask for a nurse to try and get some ideas of what to do. Turns out all he needed was a nice warm blanket and fast asleep he went-who knew! So enough of the typing....let me introduce you to our son Brynner Cash Roska.

Hours old

1 day old

2 weeks old, my little angel!

Brynner practicing throwing out his mojo, just like Dad taught.

Brynner's first Christmas 2 weeks old

I bet this sweet picture made you yawn! 2 weeks old

3 weeks old. He is happiest when he's in his crib.

3 weeks old. He loves to look at the airplanes on his crib bumpers

You try explaining where babies come from and see what kind of a reaction you get!

3 weeks. Bath time!

Just look at those big beautiful eyes! 3 weeks old.

He was smiling at Papa, and I just barely missed it! 3 weeks old

There is Brad, poking Brynner again and making him cry. 3 weeks old

Do you think he looks like Brad...?

Or does he look like his Mom? 3 weeks old.

He's already 9 lbs in this picture! 3 weeks

5 weeks. My very favorite photo we've gotten thus far!!

This week he discovered he like how his hand tastes. 5 weeks old.

Quality bonding time with his brother, Rusty. 5 weeks old

Two tuckered out boys! 5 weeks old

This was last night, he just melts my heart! 6 weeks old

I just love his lips! 6 weeks old

This was today when Brad got home from work. He just loves his Papa! 6 weeks old.

Wedding Bells!

2007-11-05T21:39:00.001-07:00

My Dad got married last Friday!! His wife Jill is the sweetest lady and wish them both all the happiness in the world! They met at the single dances, from what I understand, and knew each other for about 5 years before they started to date. I could tell it was getting serious when I stopped hearing from my Dad ;) They dated for about a year but didn't give us much notice for their wedding. I believe he told me two weeks ago that, SURPRISE, they were getting married Nov. 2nd. We had all expected it. In fact, Brad and I met Jill conference weekend last April and Brad had made a bet they would be hitched by the next conference. He was only off my a month or so. Scattered about are a few pictures Brad and I took of them at the Timpanogos Temple. It was a beautiful day!!!

Here is the new Family. This was the first time we had all met each other. They all seemed really nice but lets face it-we probably won't see much of them and visa versa. Over time I'm sure we'll get to know each other.

Below are my cute Nieces and Nephews! Cheri made their dresses for another wedding this last summer. Clockwise:Christian, Aubrie, Hailee, & Emilee. Aren't they adorable!?

Pumpkin Pickin'

2007-10-13T20:02:00.000-06:00

Brad & I went and harvested our own pumpkins today at this adorable pumpkin patch! What a deal, I think we got 5 big pumpkins and two little ones for $14.00! We're going to make this a yearly tradition. You get a wheel barrel on your way in, as modeled by Bradley and start scavenging for the perfect ones. I was so happy we had our camera in the car with us. Here are a few more pics...

In the back part of the patch they had about 7 or 8 old tractors lined up at the edge of a children's corn maze. My dad would have loved to see these!

When we got home we lined up three of them on a pot and the other two we carved. We couldn't remember ever carving a pumpkin together since we were married. I'm so glad we finally did! Even if I did totally mess mine up we had fun anyway. I'm not sure if you can see it really well, because it was so dark when we took these pictures, but Brad's pumpkin is eating a smaller pumpkin. I got a good laugh out of it. I've done scary faces every year I've carved them, so I decided to do a crescent moon and stars this time.

Best of the best....

2007-10-12T19:51:00.001-06:00

according to Tahnie & Brad. Best Mac & Cheese: The Mascot of our blog, Great Value brand (thick and creamy style) dirty ol' 50 cent Mac & Cheese. The best darn boxed food you will ever have the privilege of sinking your teeth into. They put an addictive chemical in it that makes you crave it fort nightly. Football Team: It's gotta be Green Bay. I was introduced by Brad to this team and surprise...I actually don't mind watching it like I use to. Once you realize what's going on, it's not half bad. Best Wrestler: (Disclaimer: This is so embarrassing that this is published on a blog that I contribute to) According to Brad it's Chris Jericho. I refuse to watch and find out why. Jamba Juice: Hands down, no competition.....Caribbean Passion. Best "First" Car: Out of the two of us, it's definitely Brad's. 1989 Plymouth Horizon, four door (but only two open) hatchback with custom blue spray paint. Best French Fries: Apollo Burger with fry sauce...but of course not as much as Drew coats them in. :) Best pickup line...that actually worked: "I lost my phone number, can I borrow yours?" And no Brad didn't use it on me...thank goodness. Best Pen: Bic, soft grip, gel pen in blue. I think it helps my horrible writing not look so horrible. Is there such a thing? If there are "skinny mirrors" than I guess there can be. Best Sushi Roll: We're split on this one.... Tahnie: Pink Flamingo (Mikado) Brad: Spider Roll (Mikado) Best Abstract Artist (that we could actually afford to purchase work from): Francesco Savinelli Best Utah pronunciations: Fridee, Layun, melk, hurracun, expecially. And yes, I admit, I use to say Melk instead of Milk along with pellow instead of pillow. I am happy to report I've correct myself. Best Yogurt: Western Family, fruit on the bottom, Boysenberry... Why did they stop making it, WHY??! They all come premixed now. It's just simply not the same!! Best Cartoon: Duck Tails...wooohoo! Best School Lunch: Brad: The square pizza with bits of Canadian bacon and Ranch for dippin' Tahnie: Potato Bar with lots of cheese, ranch, and bacon bits and those blasted good peanut butter bar brownie things. hmmmm....I really want one now. And I just have to mention, since we're on the subject, the infamous Hot Dog Boats. Does anyone else think it's really strange to boil hot dogs, split them, top with two scoops of mashed potatoes and melt cheese on top?? What the..... Best Board Game: Brad says, "cut throat, nasty, Sorry!" I say Clue was the best. Best Slurpee Flavor: Cherry. Don't fix it if it ain't broke. And that my friends is the best of the best according to Brad and Tahnie. Hope you enjoyed life my our point of view for a bit.

54 & counting

2007-10-02T19:26:00.000-06:00

54 Days until the baby is due! It's an incomprehensible thought that Brad and I will be responsible for such a vulnerable little thing. I've had a reoccurring dream that I had twins and for some reason I keep forgetting about one of them. In my dream I won't notice for hours on end that I left him somewhere unattended and then I'll panic and scramble to find him. I'm sure every new parent has these insecurities that I can still only partly relate to. Of course you hope your going to be the best parent, the most understanding that ever existed. All the while teaching them the things you think are necessary for them to be a well adjusted, balanced adult. It's all perspective.....I vividly remember pledging to my Mom that when I grow up I'd buy my kids all the "junk cereal" as she called it, that they could handle. To me that was a good parent, so I wonder what other things I'll look back on in 15 years and shake my head at. My friend Amy told me something once that I always think about when I start to feel overwhelmed. She said there are three people helping her raise her kids; her husband, herself, and Heavenly Father. It reminds me to keep things in perspective and look forward to the lighthearted side of parenting.

I'm it!

2007-09-30T14:15:00.000-06:00

I've been tagged! Amy tagged me to list 8 interesting things about myself. Here is goes... 1. I over came my dislike of fish and tomatoes by making myself eat them over and over again. 2. I once jumped off a 90 foot cliff at Lake Powell and loved it! One word of advice: I wouldn't recommend doing it with a life jacket on...it really hurt when I hit the water 3. Brad & I collect magnets from every place we vacation to. The tackier the better :) 4. My name is Utahna and I live in Utah. I personally don't find this that interesting , however, strangers apparently do and I always get asked if my parents named me after the state. One more thing about my name....I don't have a middle one. 5. I really hate my writing. I'm closer to coming to terms with it-but not quite yet. 6. I remember the day I found out the Tooth Fairy didn't exist: My dad had mistook a $5 bill for a $50 bill in the dark. I was sooooo excited the next morning! That is until he explained the Tooth Fairy made a mistake and switched me. 7. Brad & I just celebrated our 5 year anniversary! I love you little man!!! ;) 8. I've always wanted to paint. Abstract stuff, mostly because I didn't get any of my Dad's talent, and if it looks odd I can say I meant for it to be like that. So now it's your turn: Brad, Holly, Drew, Em, & Cheri (I know you don't have a blog yet but you should start one!) I wanna hear 8 interesting things about each of you!!