New Year Resolution

My husband and I have the same discussion every year.

Brett: Do you want to set some goals for this year.

Me: Yep.

Brett: OK, what do you want to do.

Me: Oh, I don't know you figure it out.

This conversation goes on for about a week, the last week of the year. He has every intention of getting me to commit to something, and I have every intention of agreeing, trying, and even coming up with some of my own. And then before I know it, it is January 27th. He has set goals for us (and I may not even know what they are) and I am still trying to figure out what I slacked on from last year.

I hate Resolutions. I understand the need for goals and to work on things, but I guess in my mind, I hate that it has to surround the New Year and that is isn't something that is a continual process.

I should love them because maybe it would really get me to blog. Maybe.

And there you have it. The first resolution I failed at.

There is still time.....

Last month I opened up my journal to write in it. I try to write a yearly letter to each of my kids around the time of their birthday. I remember the year before I was always so tired and had the intention of doing the older 2's letter when KK had her birthday and I wrote hers, since I didn't get it done when they had their actual birthdays. You probably can imagine my surprise when I opened my journal and realized it had been over TWO years since I last wrote. TWO WHOLE years of incredible busy, brutally honest events that were captured no where. Maybe occasional excerpts here on my blog, but even this has slacked off. If I don't have it here, and I don't have it in my journal-it is nowhere. Guess I better get on it and start getting better at both.

I am setting a resolution for today: To start.

Nesting

Nesting: Often referred to as the period of time before a woman is about to go into labor in which she feels the need to organize her house and her life.
I have always thought of it as a womanly instinct. Until this week. My husband is on a roll. He has spent the last two days going through cupboards, drawers, and closets. I have never seen the likes of it before. Can't say that I mind it. It would just be nice if it lasted all year long.
Now let's just see if I can actually find things in the days to come.

Ready for the New Year

I am sitting here at work right now, 3 am on Christmas morning. Not a lot going on, which is a good thing. I hate tragedy on holidays, especially this one. I requested to work tonight. Strange, especially for me, I know. As much as I would rather not work, I need the hours. Work has been extremely slow to the point that I am working sometimes only once a week. It has been like this for a couple of months. Everyone keeps thinking it will pick up because of "respiratory season", but we have yet to see the effects of that. Maybe once everyone hangs around family for the holidays that will change.
I am sad I won't be there in the morning to see the looks on my kids faces. Brett is going to try to hold them off for as long as he can. He told them he would even make them breakfast in bed, sweet, I know.
It is amazing to think how quickly 2010 has gone by. I can hardly wait to slap this year goodbye as it goes out the door. 2010 has to have been one of my least favorite years, EVER.
Lots of things happened, challenged us and helped us to grow. Maybe one day I will look back and cherish this year. Not today.
One good thing did come of the year and that was getting Brett back with us. Couldn't have asked for anything better. One more year til we are done with school and maybe I will feel some normalecy in my life. And truly, I can't complain because I am blessed with a beautiful healthy family!

Here's to hoping for a better year!

It's Great to be Eight

T-man is a huge Jazz fan. It has been fun to see this develop. He gets excited to hear about the games, asks his dad the final score, and loves to go to the games. His favorite player is Andre Kirilenko, AK-47.

He just turned 8. For his birthday party, he wanted to go to the Jazz practice facility, tour it with his friends and play basketball on the court. I didn't know if this was possible, but with a small connection ( wink, wink) to the Jazz, we were able to pull it off.

The kids loved it. Smitty was amazing. Made the tour fun, funny, and exciting for the kids. Their favorite part was Fesenko's size 19 shoe. That's right, I said NINETEEN.

Fifteen kids later, we had ourselves a party. They loved climbing up on the seats where the players get their ankles taped. They were each able to pick a player to stand in front of their locker to get their picture taken. Played a little hoop, some quick round of lightening. and then headed up for pizza and cupcakes. They even got to pick drinks out of the refrigerator.

Smitty had little bags for them all, each with player cards, a book and a Jazz fleece blanket. T-man got an autographed basketball from the team.

I think everyone came out a winner and some even scored!

Berry Fairy and More

What is up the weather being horrific every year for Halloween? I couldn't believe the torrential down pour we experienced just as we were walking out the door to go trick-or-treating. I thought I was pretty ingenious for coming up with this for lack of umbrellas:

My husband thought it was rather funny so he took a picture. Fortunately, the rain didn't last all that long and we were able to forgo the wagon. But right after the rain stopped, it got really cold. We hit a few houses and called it quits not longer after. The kids luckily had hit Brett's work up the day before and were overloaded with candy. They had 2 floors over 20,000 square feet each of cubicle after cubicle. Work provided the candy. Needless to say, we were on a sugar high way before the real thing even began. Peacocks, werewolf and a Berry Fairy, we don't get very creative in this house.

The LOVE Note

My 5 year old was so excited today. A boy handed her a sealed envelope at school today. She thought it was a birthday invitation. She opened it up and I heard a "HHHHUUUUHHH?" escape from her lips. A wide grin swept across my face as I glanced at the "invitation". "Oh", I exclaimed, "Your first LOVE note". And with that, I could see the blood inch up her cheeks. "But Mom, I don't even like him!" She wasn't quite sure what to think, but after a minute, I saw a sheepish grin come across her face and then she declared, "He has a crush on me".

About

My 5 year old informed my husband on Saturday what Fall really is about.

P: Dad, can I jump in that pile of leaves you just raked up?

Dad: No, I just raked them up, besides, I don't want you to get all messy.

P: Dad, jumping in leaves is what FALL is all about. And besides, it is Halloween, and we are supposed to have fun on Halloween.

Let's just say Brett couldn't argue with her. Chalk one up for the 5 year old.