Slacker!

I have been probably the #1 slacker of all time, when it comes to blogging the important stuff. Sad to say, but so many things have happened in the last 6 months, that I haven't blogged or recorded. I read some amazing blogs (Mary) and it makes me feel so inadequate as a blogger. I feel the need to be as entertaining, and funny as some others (Mary). And I have good intentions of blogging, but then life takes hold and other things become more important.
There is no excuse, for not recording the funny,the sad, the cute, and the happy memories that my family has made. So I'm making a resolution before the New Year. And I'm going to TRY to blog at least once a week. But before I start, I think I better finish what I'm starting. So bear with me, this post will be filled with lots of picutes and stories of the things that has happened to us in the last 6 months. And hopefully those who are reading this will not be bored.

We moved back to Yakima, from taking a long but short "Vacation" in Southern California. Where we moved in with my mom, and CRAMMED ten people into a two bedroom house. This is where Spencer learned "GANG" signs. He was thinking of starting a business (since he was no longer employed) of teaching some other 30 year old white men to learn gang signs. There wasn't a lot of interest, so that idea was bagged quickly.
Since, Spencer was no longer working, that meant he and I had a lot of free time together and as a family to do things. We went camping with some of good friends from Yakima 2ND Ward. Where we did lots of relaxing, eating, hiking, playing games, and enjoying each others company.Thanks Dave and Kathy! You guys totally rock!

We also had plenty of time to visit family. We went to Grandmas house in Smithfield, Utah

Took a trip to Bear Lake!
A trip to Temple Square was next.

Then off to the annual Daw Family Reunion in Island Park. Where we had a total blast with family we hadn't seen in a year. We loved being able to spend time, and relax with everyone! Lots of good food, fun games, water skiing, tubing, hikes, trips to West Yellowstone, stories of reunion pasts, haircuts and waxing ( for those who needed it) from Aunt Mai,fun crafts, canoeing and lots of time with the fam!

My baby girl turned the "BIG" 11! She is growing up too fast. And we are so proud of the young lady she is becoming! She had the chance to celebrate with everyone at the reunion.

This summer was by far the "BEST" summer "EVER"! Even though Spencer didn't have a job, and we were getting by, by the skin of out teeth, and there was NO INCOME, we never lost sight of what was most important. We definetly saw the Lords hand this year, and are so grateful for the blessings we have received!

We came back home from all of our adventures. And quickly there after school started. Brianna is now officially a Middle Schooler. She reminded us everyday for a month, how cool it was to be in Middle School. Kaden started 4th Grade, and was glad to be back with his partners in crime. Sophie and Emily also started school. Pre-school! And I thoroughly enjoyed my "Free Time"!

By this time Spenc had found a job. Hallelujah! Thank the Lord! We had moved into a tiny apartment. But we weren't complaining (at least not much), we had or own SMALL space to call our own. Things were definetly looking up. The kids were so happy to be back in Yakima. Little did they know, we were thinking of moving them again. This time to Pasco. When we told them, they cried like babies. But we tried to explain to them, Life SUCKS, get over it. But, it still didn't help with the crying. We will always remember our fun times in that SMALL apartment.




Right before our move, Brianna had a band concert. She plays the trumphet. And in a small apartment with neighbors, not good. But we all survived ( as long as we had cotton in our ears). And I think the neighbors survived too.


The next BIG event I missed was Halloween. This year I thought it would be fun to make costumes for the little girlies. NOT!!! I figured out I'm not a seamstress, not even one in the making. And I will never have mad sewing skills. I know...sad, but true! Fortunetly I had an awesome friend who was willing to help me through this very painful and stressful time in my life. The costumes turned out great! Thanks Julia!





Soph,had a few fun fieldtrips this year in preschool. She went to the Pumpkin Patch, and the Fire Station. She absolutely LOVES preschool! And it's fun to watch her grow up into a very fun 4 year old.

Brianna got a new nickname. She is now BRACE FACE. For the longest time, Brianna has always wanted braces. Her wish finally came true. She was so excited, she could hardly contain herself. She told anyone who would listen to her about her braces. The day finally came, and she was on cloud nine, but then...morning came, and no longer was she a happy girl. I woke up from deep slumber, with her moaning, and crying from the pain. Poor Girl! But even in all that pain, she said it was still worth it.

I turned 34 this year. And it wasn't a big deal. So what if I'm a little bit older, hopefully a tinsy bit wiser, a lot more chunkier, and whole lot happier. Life was good to me this last year.

Life at the Daw home was not boring to say the least. This year had more ups and downs than a 6 flags, 4 star black diamond close your eyes and hold your boobs roller coaster. But.. we got through it. We learned alot about each other and are much closer as a family. We learned what amazing friends and family we have, we are so grateful. And more than anything, we learned that we can make it through just about anything. So life from here on out will be a breeze. Onery boss at work... no problem. Daughter becoming a mouthy teenager.. bring it on! Two little girls that drive us to the edge of sanity... walk in the park baby. Oh yeah, the world is our oyster (what a weird saying, oysters are slimey and kinda gross, why would I want one... but I digress). Until next time, this is the Pasco based Daw family, good night.. and.. good luck.

Boobies or Chi Chi's?

As I was cleaning the kitchen, Sophie and Emily were coloring at the table. This is the conversation as I heard it.

Sophie: "Emily you color really pretty. I'm coloring mommy as a princess. Mom what is your favorite color?"

Me: "Red"

Sophie: "Mom do you want jewels on your crown?"

Me: "Sure, that would be great."

Emily: "I'm coloring a picture for mommy too. Sophia, can you help me color the crown?"

Sophie (talking to Emily): " I wish I knew how to color chi chi's."

Emily: "Sophia, they're not chi chi's, they're boobies. Look ( as she pulls her shirt up to her neck to make sure Sophie can see where she is pointing.) I have boobies. See Sophia, look, I have boobies."

Sophie ( without even taking her eyes off her drawing): "Emily, those aren't boobies, they're chi chi's. I have chi chi's."

Me (silently laughing)

So boobies or chi chi's? Which one is it for you?

C. U. P.

So we're moving. And I don't know about all of you, but when we move I like to have the whole house cleaned before we pack. (So it is easier to pack when everything is put away and in it's place.) Well got up way to early and started to do all the small little things that had to be done before the movers came. One of the things I did was clean the bathrooms. For those of you with little kids you know how they like to fill every cup possible with water and leave it there for the next time, so they can dump cold water on each other. I try to dump all the water out, but sometimes laziness get the best of me.
So I'm in the bath, dumping all the water out of the 30 cups, saucers, pitchers, and any other container the kids have water in. I get to the last one and I notice it's really murky. To my amazement it isn't water. It's pee! Yucky, smelly, gross yellow stinky pee! Your probably wondering, "Who in the world would do such a gross and disgusting thing?" I'll give you one guess. KADEN! My sweet, innocent, never does anything wrong Kaden!
When he gets home, I pull him aside and ask him a simple trick question, "Kaden, did you pee in the bathroom?" As soon as I say it, his face registers to the grossness that happened in the morning. But he tries to play it off. So I say " You know what I'm talking about right?" He lowers his head, and says "yes" because he knows he is already in trouble. I ask him " Where did you pee?" He responds with "C. U. P."I laughed so hard, I almost peed. Oh, I love that kid, even if he is gross.

UUGGGHHH!

Have you ever had a day, where you just want to run away? You really don't care where you go, as long as you get out of the house away from cleaning, laundry and screaming kids. I'm thinking about locking myself into the bathroom with a thick book, and not coming out until Spencer gets home. Which will be sometime around 6:30 or 7 tonight. Do you think anyone would notice? Or will I have 2 little girls crying and knocking on my door asking me to come out? Anyone want to come and save me?

Just you wait...You'll see. You'll ALL see!

It's inevitable. It will happen one day and then you will know. You will find yourself with four small creatures that you created by your own free will and choice. These creatures will start out tiny and helpless and cute. This is their way of tricking you. You will feed them. They will get bigger. And then the creatures will begin to argue with you. They will talk back. They will demand things. They will draw with sharpie on your favorite living room chair. You will make threats. They will throw their heads back in laughter at your threats. You will do something you promised the universe you would never do. You will say things your mother used to say. These phrases might include: "You are suffering the consequences of your own actions" and "I brought you into this world, I can take you out!" They will jump on you and pull your hair in response. They will tell people at church that you didn't answer the door when the doorbell rang yesterday because you were naked. They will scream at the grocery store at the top of their lungs "Help! This is not my mommy!" There will be many more antics, but I will not go into that now because I wouldn't want to depress or frighten you.

One day you will walk through your once quiet and calm home. There will be globs of toothpaste on the bathroom counter. There will be red crayon on the walls of your hallway. There will be clothes that were freshly folded only two hours before scattered all over the laundry room floor and the basket they were in will have turned into a "boat" somewhere else in the house. There will be dried juice on the kitchen floor that makes your shoes stick. There will be tiny hair bows of every shape and size tucked in the sofa crevices. There will be a Dora doll wearing your husbands garment top and your $80 glasses sitting on the sharpie chair mocking you with her permanent smile. And then you will make your way to the creatures' head quarters where you may or may not still be able to see a bed. You will wander into the creature's lair, but this is a mistake because you will step on a tiny black Lego that with jab so far into the bottom of your foot that it pierces your sole. You will want to scream naughty words at the top of your lungs but you will stifle your scream because of all the "little ears" that are surely lurking nearby. Instead you will bite your fist and squeak out a small cry. It is a cry for help but no one will hear you. At this point you will turn around and see your husband standing in the doorway. He will have a look of despair and confusion on his face that mirrors yours. You will stand side by side taking it in in total silence (aside from the screaming and complete chaos taking place in the living room as the creatures dance to the music of "The Wiggles" who you vow to strangle should you ever meet in person). You will look into each others eyes and there will be no need for words. Your minds will communicate with one other. First his brain will say, "What have we done?" and then yours will say, "I don't know, but it's too late now." and then his brain will say, "It's never too late! I've heard of gypsies who come through town and buy children. It's worth looking into." Suddenly a wave of motivation mixed with the devil's rage will surge through both your veins and you will summonthe creatures in your most intimidating voice. You will stand in the doorway with your hands on your hips and shout out commands pointing wildly at the mess. The creatures will put up a fight. There will be stomping of feet and gnashing of teeth. The air will be thick with defiance, but this is a fight you MUST win. They will sulk in the tub after losing "The Cleaning of the Room Battle of '09". They will pout begrudgingly as you scrub them clean of all the filth. You will silently attempt to scrub off some of the naughtiness in the process. This attempt will be in vain. You will help the creatures say their prayers by having them say things like, "Please help us to be gentle and loving and to obey mommy and daddy." This attempt will also be in vain. The creatures will eventually fall asleep but not before goofing around for half an hour, falling off the bed, and demanding a Hello Kitty band aid be applied to a patch of perfectly healthy skin. You and your husband will collapse on the sofa. You will lay there limp and expressionless for an hour. And then the unexplainable will happen. It always does. You will actually begin to MISS the creatures! Why would you do it? So you will stealthfully sneak into each one of their freshly tidied bedrooms and hover over their beds. You will watch the newly bathed peaceful creatures as they sleep. You will say words like "angels" and "sweet". You will ooh and aah and pat one another on the back at your perfect little masterpieces. Then the little fat one will stir, threatening to awaken and you will tear out of there so fast your head will spin. Your heart will be pounding with fear and terror. This serves you right.

I wish you all the best of luck with this very special and obnoxious rite of passage. Later you can ask me who stole my brain straight out of my head when the decision is inevitably made to expand the creatures' numbers to five.

The Hammer

I never really fancied myself as the as an authoritarian or just a big meanie. And most of the time I'm not. I'm just a big lovable teddy bear who melts when he sees his two little girls. Ok, that's not totally true. I don't really melt when they take a razor to my computer monitor, pour paint all over themselves, put my phone in the toilet, jump head first into my privates, dump all the body wash into the tub... need I say more. BUT.... I usually am just a big furry (except on top of my head) lovable, Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, Friendly, Courteous, Kind, Obedient, Cheerful, Thrifty, Brave, Clean, and Reverent. Wait a minute, that's a scout. I guess I'm one of those too. But I digress...
In a nutshell, I'm pretty mellow most of the time. Well, most of the time comes to an abrupt end at bed time. In an instant, I go from being fun lovable dad... and into... THE HAMMER. I don't know what it is about bed time that makes me so crazy. I guess I just like to have every thing orderly and expeditiously. So when I go to bed, I don't really like to hear the following: 1) I forgot to do my homework (here's the kicker) and it's going to take me an hour. 2) I forgot about my science project that will require you to run around town like a mad man till midnight tonight to make it happen. And to a lesser degree: 3) I forgot to brush my teeth. 4) Can I get a drink. 5) I forgot to eat dinner. 6) I want another story. 7) Kaden's touching me. 8) Brianna won't let me have the book. .. yada yada. I could go on for pages. I suppose that if those things were the exception to the rule, it probably wouldn't bug me. But the fact that they happen.... every... night... drive... me to the... brink ... o f s a n i t yyyy. And probably just a teensy weensy bit over. I find my self just repeating over and over,"Just go to bed". The way I say it changes as the night goes on though. It starts out very polite. "Please small child, just go to bed cherished little one". Then a little bit annoyed, "Will you just go to bed already". Then just a touch of the Hammer, "GO TO BED NOW!". And finally, with a faint sob,"for the love of all that is good in this world, please go to bed before go into a full nervous break down". Once my children have seen that they have taken me through this gamet of emotion, they dutifully go to bed. "No more damage can be inflicted tonight" is what they whisper to each other...
Anyway.. last night was one of those nights when they were just getting on my last nerve. Sophia and Emmy were just playing non-stop in thier bed and wouldn't go to sleep. So I took Sophie and laid her on the floor in our room and told her to go to sleep. After just a second, she started to cry and begged "The Hammer" to let her lay down with mommy. Oh, and she also said something about some stupid spider... like that would matter to a 3 year old that is terrified of spiders. Just man up and go to sleep!! The following was recounted to me by a patient loving wife trying to teach me something. After I left the room, Sophia began to sing softly "Follow the Prophet" over and over again. You see, mommy had taugh Sophia to sing a hymn when she was really scared... Susi called Sophia to the bed and brushed away her fears and rocked her to sleep. It was at this point that I realized that I needed to change my approach a little bit to putting the kids to sleep. I get so wrapped up in making sure they are sleeping, I stop listening to them and ignoring what they are telling me. When I do listen to the, hold them, read them stories and am patient with them, they go to sleep wonderfully. The Hammer realized that he needed to drop the tough guy act and just love the kiddies at bed time. makes a huge differnence. Anyway, that's about enough...

Update!

I just know all of you were waiting anxiously for another post about my diet so here it goes. I've lost 17 lbs. so far. The diet is hard! But I think the hardest thing has been my cravings! I'm not hungry but, I'm always craving stuff I can't have. Making food for the family is hard too. I have to sit at the dinner table and watch them eat the delicious meals I prepare for them, and stare at my pitiful plate of chicken and vegetables. When all I really want to do is steal food off their plate and stuff my face.
But, I have to remind myself that the end result will be well worth it. Right? Please say "yes". Nothing taste as good as skinny feels. At least thats what they say. But I'm not too discouraged. I've lost 13 inches of my body. And trying on clothes is actually a little more fun. I'm liking what I see in the mirror.
So on to the next 17 lbs. Wish me luck!

Dieting

So I started a new diet. I hate dieting, but I hate being over weight more. I have done almost everything out there except for surgery, and nothing seems to work. I did Jenny Craig for about 3 months, but found that I was always hungry, and it was really too expensive. I have worked out here and there and found little to no success losing weight. Don't get me wrong, working out made me feel better, but it was really hard to work out and not really see any results as far as losing any weight. I tried Weight Watchers with Spencer and had little success, but while I was losing maybe a pound a week, he was losing 5.
After about 3 months of dieting, I had lost 8 while he had lost 22. Then for Christmas one year, Spencer gave me 12 sessions with a personal trainer for a present. Believe it or not, I was extremely happy to receive such a gift. I was put on a strict 1200 calorie diet, and worked out 2 hours a day 5-6 days a week for a whole 3 months. And in those 3 months I lost 1 pound! Yes, you read correctly, 1 pound! Again I felt discouraged. But, I didn't give up. I tried another new diet. This time it was L.A. weight loss. My mother-in-law did it, and had great success. I for sure thought that this would finally work. I tried it for 3 months and I didn't even lose a pound. Talk about taking a razor to my wrists. OK, I would never do that, but needless to say I cried alot. I went to my Dr. and asked if there was some drug I could take, to make me less hungry. She politely said in a round about way that I need to stop being lazy, and even though I was mildly obese, to get off my fat a** and work out and follow a strict diet. UUGGGHHHH!!! Was she not listening to me when I told her in detail that I had been on a strict diet and was working out daily. Anyway, she made an appointment for me to get some blood work done, to make sure I didn't have a thyroid problem. So I'm like "YAY", maybe that's my problem. But, no it wasn't. My test results came back normal. So, I gave up. What was the point of eating chalk and working out all the time and not seeing any results? I had missed my double chocolate cake with milk chocolate frosting. Not to mention, brownies, bagels with cream cheese, $200 dollar cookies, french fries, blueberry muffins, and diet Pepsi.
So I made up my mind that my body liked to be FAT! And that I was going to have to go through this life PLUMP!( to say the least) I was never going to be able to go shopping and look in the mirror and be happy to see my "mildly obese" self looking back at me. So I started my new diet. It was "eat whatever I want" diet. My mind was made up. I was just going to have to live with what I looked like and be happy. So I did. And it was fun while it lasted, and then one day, while on vacation, my sister-in-law mentioned this new diet her friend was doing. She had lost 60 pounds in 4 months. And you didn't have to work out! So I said "sign me up!" OK,I didn't sign up right then and there, I did some research,and found that the diet could actually work. Or maybe I just hoped it would because I had tried so many other things. So for our 14th anniversary, Spencer surprised me with the diet program. I was a little scared and hesitant to try it, because, this diet is like no other diet I have ever been on. And you have to give yourself a shot 6 days out of the week. But I figured I tried everything else already, what would it hurt to try this one. I've been on it for 6 days now and have lost 6 POUNDS!!!!! I can't hardly believe it! I have worked out and dieted and not lost nearly as much as I have on this diet.

So, the reason for this post, is to keep myself accountable for staying on this diet and if I know that other people know about my diet program, they could keep me on track. In the past I have done diets and worked out and not told anyone (except for Spencer) because I didn't want to feel like a failure. And I didn't want people to say that I couldn't finish what I started. So if you see me diving for a Snickers bar at Rosaures, tackle me down and slap be back to reality.

(FYI Before and after pictures will be posted after the after pictures are ready.) So stay tuned.

And I want to give a little shout out to my hubby, for loving me just the way I am. Unconditionally fat or skinny. Always telling me that I'm sexy and beautiful, lying to me when I ask him if I look fat, and giving me encouragement when I need it. Thanks Babe! I love you!

9/11

It has been 8 years since the September 11 attacks, and I can clearly remember where I was, and what I was doing. There are moments in my life when confronted about,I have no idea what happened. I draw a blank. Spencer will ask me all the time of things we have done or if I remember this or that. Again I draw a BLANK.
But I could tell you everything about that day. How I woke up in the early morning, with a daily ritual of turning on the t.v. and watching Good Morning America. Brianna was only 3 and Kaden was 2. They were busy playing with their toys in their room. I remember sitting in my bed under the covers. It was gloomy outside,and a little chilly, unusual for San Diego. On the t.v. they were talking about the twin towers and how a plane had just crashed into the first tower. I was shocked to say the least. I was mesmerized and couldn't believe what I was hearing and witnessing. Then out of nowhere a second plane came flying in and strikes the second tower. I felt my heart pounding out of my chest and I was paralyzed. Then I started to cry.

I felt extreme saddness for all those who lost their lives. The images of people jumping to their death, the smoke bellowing from the windows, people running from the site, and people running to the site.

I called Spencer and told him what had happened. We were both in shock.

Eight years later and I still have to choke down tears. May we always remember the sacrifices that were made to save lives on that day. And the sacrifices that have been made since keeping us save. We are so grateful to be living in a country where we are still free and grateful to those who keep us free.

School Time!

I don't know about those of you who read my blog, but the 1st day of school is the most exciting day of the year. It almost ranks up there with Christmas morning. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids! And I would do anything for them. As long as I'm not breaking any laws. But, when I drop them off for school, I sing Hallelujah
all the way home. Does that make me a bad mom? Please say "no" and tell me it's normal.
Brianna had a "great" 1st day of middle school. I went to pick her up and and the first thing she said was " I want to do that again!" She even got asked out. She didn't exactly know who asked her out, because the boy who wanted to be her boyfriend,made his friend ask her for him. She said "no". On the second day, it happened again. Only it was a different boy. And he too, made one of his friends ask for him. According to Brianna it's now the "in" thing for your friends to ask out whoever you want to go out with. I told her she was way too young, and she couldn't have a boyfriend until she was at least 20. Of course, her response was with a look of disgust, and she then reminded me that I was married by the time I was 19.
Kaden had to miss the 1st day of school, because he had the flu the day before. Poor kid! While Brianna, was getting all her supplies ready, and picking out her outfit, Kaden was puking in the bathroom. He was really bummed. He roamed the apartment, giving me the run down of what he would be doing if he was at school at 9,10,11,12,etc... Needless to say, he was really excited to start the next day! When I went to pick him up, I went to hold his hand to cross the cross walk, and he very quickly and decisively pulled his hand away. My little boy (because that is how I still see him) is now to COOL to hold my hand. What's next? Will he be to cool to give me a hug? A kiss on the cheek? I started to tease him and said I was going to walk him into his class and give him a hug and kiss and tell him I love him at the top of my lungs for everyone to see and hear. He didn't like that one bit. My little boy isn't so little anymore.
The 1st week of school went really fast. The kids have enjoyed going back and were really excited to see all there friends again. And I have enjoyed my semi-quiet time with the girlies. Only two more years and I will be all alone. What am I going to do with all that time?

My lists of 8's

Ok,ok, I guess I will give the WHOLE 3 people who read my blog something to read. Thanks Charity for giving me something to do @ 11:30 at night. I've had a lot of time on my hands lately. But that's for another blog later.

So here it goes.

8 Things I Did Yesterday

1. Took all 4 kids to the Dentist.
2. Made roast beef sandwiches for me and Spencer. ( I tried to make food for the kids, but they wanted to do it themselves. So NO, I didn't forget to feed my kids.)
3. Went swimming with the kids @ the Smarts home. ( Super Cool family in our ward who we all absolutely love. Thanks for letting us enjoy your pool!!)
4. Waited for Spencer to get back from his interview in Tri-Cities.
5. Went to my Moms house to eat very yummy flautas.
6. Cleaned the apartment.
7. Gave Spencer medical attention. ( he burned his hand, arm and face with boiling water. All because he was trying to help me in the kitchen. I know I married a keeper.)
8. Stayed up way to late to watch a stupid movie.


8 Favorite shows.

1. The Young and the Restless ( I know, I know, dumb, and it is such a housewife thing to do. But I'm addicted.)

2. So You Think You Can Dance ( Love this show!)

3. The Bachlorette ( Another stupid show, but ADDICTED)

4. Lost

5. Heroes (Wish it was ON!!!)

6. Dancing with the Stars

7. Greys Anatomy

8. Ugly Betty


8 Favorite Restaurants

1. New Thai ( You have to try the Orange Beef, melts in your mouth)
2. Red Robin and the bottomless fries! Yum!
3. Mongolian Grill ( I could probably eat there everyday.)
4. Xochmilco ( Finding good authentic Mexican food is hard and this one is soo good!)
5. Outback
6. Wing n Things ( only in Southern Cali, and I couldn't get enough of it. Making my mouth water just thinking about it!)
7. Chipotle ( shredded pork tacos rock!)
8. In n Out ( another Cali fast food restaurant, that I love. Especially the protein burger, and animal fries. )

Just a shout out to Girls Night Out, and all my wonderful and beautiful peeps who come and are willing to try new and fun restaurants. With out you guys life would definitely be boring.


8 Things I Look Forward To

1. Kids going back to school.( I love my kids to pieces, but living in this very small and cozy apt. is claustrophobic. The older kids going to school would help alleviate the situation.)

2. Shopping at Target (I have missed MY store!)

3. Shopping @ Costco ( I know this sounds funny, but since Spencer lost his job we haven't been able to shop at these 2 stores. And I'm so looking forward to goin back.)

4. Playing the piano (ever since I was little, I have always wanted to learn. I think I'm ready now. Anyone know of some piano teachers?)

5. Going back to school ( I'm still trying to decide what it is I want to do. Anyone have any suggestions?)

6. Losing weight. ( this has been a never ending story with me. I just love food to much. If only someone could come up with a pill (not to suppress your appetite) but a pill to make the food taste bad, then maybe, just maybe I could be a size 5 again. oh the joy!)

7. Take my family on a cruise. Now wouldn't that be nice!

8. Learn how to sew.( Always wanted to learn. So I can make my girlies cute dresses. How fun would that be?!!)



8 People I Tag

1. Jana, ( Because I know you will do it.At least I hope you will:)

2. Saimi ( Thanks for always commenting on my blog. I know at least one person reads it. And I thought you would have fun with this.)

3. Mary ( Take some time off from packing and make us laugh. You are so funny. you need to write a book!)

4. Destiny ( if you haven't already had you baby)

5. MaryAnn ( Because you know there is probably a good chance we could be in-laws in the distant future :) And I need to know what restaraunt to take to you to.

6. Christy ( Just because I love you)

7. Lindsay

8. Ashley Y. ( I would love to get to know you better.)

Families are Forever

On our way to the Daw Reunion, we decided it would be fun to spend a day in Salt Lake and walk around Temple Square. We had planned to go to The Church History Museum and the Visitors Center, but didn't make it because after watching the film Joseph Smith the Prophet, the little girlies got tired. So I didn't get to see everything I would have liked to have seen. But,being there with my family made me so grateful for the blessing of Temples. And the opportunity we all have to be Families Forever. I couldn't imagine not having my family any less than for eternity. I am truly grateful for my family. And knowing we will be togehter forever is an amazing blessing.

G-ma's House

How we love to go to G-ma's, let me count the ways.

1. she's and awesome cook!

2. we get absolutely spoiled whenever we visit.

3. she takes us shopping

4. she lets us take naps while she babysits the kids.

5. she's fun to be with.

6. we love her cookies.

7. she lets us use her hot tub as a swimming pool.

8. she lets us eat all her junk food, and drink her endless supply of soda.

9. she gives GREAT hugs.

10. and just because we LOVE her SO MUCH!

We had so much fun visiting G-ma Daw! We can't wait to do it again next year. We love you G-ma!!!