1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn’t matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember about me!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. If you don’t want to play on your blog, or if you don’t have a blog, I’ll leave my memory of you in my comments.This could be really really fun--and interesting--can't wait to reminisce with each of you! :)
So my ward does a babysitting co-op. It's pretty cool. Everyone takes a turn every few weeks, and if you need a babysitter Monday-Friday from 9-12 or 12-3 there is always someone scheduled. You "pay" with tickets, and "earn" tickets when it's your day to host. So anyway, we had co-op today. 10 kids running around my house for 3 hours. I pretty much just wandered around every few minutes counting kids to make sure they were all still here.
Anyway, I was cleaning up after they all left when I found a special surprise in the bathroom. The youngest potty-trained boy had just used it and left a mess everywhere. It was on the wall, the floor, the rug, pretty much everywhere. I have never experienced this since my boy is still a baby. Girls do not have this problem. Girls are so much more dainty.
The girls here today would love and pet Yoshi, but the boys would yell and chase him. Poor dog. And Alysson is so into dinosaurs lately. She wants a dinosaur party and has a whole bunch that she plays with all day long. But I noticed another difference today. To her, the dinosaurs are her babies. She feeds them, bathes them, puts them to bed. The boys made them roar and fight.
The boys turned everything into a contest, which usually progressed to a fight. The girls all wanted to take turns to hold Carson.
I just want Carson to stay a baby so I don't have to have a dirt-digging, wall-peeing, sword-swinging, bug-catching preschooler.
Alysson just finished her week of swimming lessons. I guess it was worth it because at the beginning of the week she was crying to go home and clinging to her teacher, and at the end of the week she would at least use the kick board and let the teacher take her under water. She won't go under by herself though.
We did have one MAJOR tantrum from her. Yesterday, the teacher pretty much spent the whole time convincing Alysson to put her face in the water. Alysson never did it, and it was time for the next class to start. Her teacher even kept her an extra 5 minutes, but it still didn't happen. So Alysson wanted to go into the kiddie pool for a few minutes and try some more by herself. I gave her 2 minutes because we had 20 minutes to get home and change before some people came over. After the 2 minutes, she still hadn't put her face in, but I told her it was time to go anyway. Then she lost it.
I guess she was probably disappointed in herself because she couldn't do it and wanted to keep trying. Who knows. She started screaming and splashing. She raised her hand to hit something, but nothing was there so she walked to the rock wall and hit that. She stayed in the middle of the kiddie pool so I couldn't reach her. While not that deep, it was deep enough that my clothes would get wet. I was so embarrassed. All the other moms from the next class were watching, the other kids wouldn't pay attention to the teacher because they were watching. I didn't know what to do.
Finally, I handed Carson to this really helpful lady in our stake and got in the water with my shoes and skirt. It was awesome. The first day I don't wear a bathing suit and I actually get in the water. She kicked and screamed all the way to the car. The nice lady carried Carson and all our stuff for me. She even buckled Carson in so I could wrestle with Alysson. I don't think I've ever been so mad at her. She went straight to bed with her wet hair and bathing suit and took a nap. I don't think she has napped for over a year now. On the bright side, Carson slept too, so I read and finished my book for book club.
Anyway, here are some pictures from swimming.
So, we are super poor right now because Scott still doesn't get his first pay check for a month. We are constantly looking for ways to save a buck. Yoshi was due for a haircut. He was looking pretty shaggy, plus it's 110 degrees, so I feel bad for him being so hot. His haircuts cost $45, which I thought was ridiculous, because really, how hard could it be? As it turns out, pretty hard. See for yourself.
This one is my favorite because it shows the places the clippers got caught on all his fur. 
So now I have to face the humiliation of taking him to PetCo and explaining what happened. And, they aren't even going to be able to make it look that much better because it's so bad. Crazy dog, he's like having another kid. Plus I'm sure I'm going to have to buy Scott some new clippers because he'll never use the same ones Yoshi used.
So you all know what a huge bug fan I am. One time, I actually asked my neighbor to come to my house to kill a spider because Scott wasn't home. In my defense, it was HUGE. Anyway, cockroaches are taking over the city, or at least my house. Every day I wake up and go on a dead cockroach hunt to clean up all the ones that died over night, usually 2 or 3. So, I saw one this morning, after I had already put away my dustpan. See, I can't pick them up in a paper towel because I can't stand the thought of feeling them. And, if you accidentally squish it, they bleed green. I know this because I stepped on one. So, instead, I sweep them up and flush them to Hell, or Heaven, if I'm talking to Alysson.
Anyway, I made a mental note to pick up the one I forgot before we left the house, and then quickly forgot the mental note. I gated Carson into the family room and went to help Alysson brush her teeth. I was coming back around the corner and saw that Carson had escaped, that crazy kid. He was in the kitchen with his fist in his mouth. It took all of 1/10th of a second for me to realize that HE WAS EATING THE COCKROACH. I'm pretty sure I've never run so fast. I grabbed him and stuck his entire body in the sink and started the water. He was screaming, but I didn't care. I'm sure the water was freezing, but oh well. I washed that stupid cockroach down the drain to Hell and washed Carson's hands, and I even rinsed his mouth out. I'm so proud because I touched the cockroach with my hands, I cleaned Carson all up, and then myself, and all with out raising my voice or using one bad word. I was shaking the entire time, and chanting in my head, "Don't lose it, you have a 3-year-old watching and she repeats everything." I will NEVER leave a dead cockroach out again. I can't believe that's even a sentence I have to use.
So Carson has taken up screaming. I have no idea why, if he isn't getting some sort of attention he needs, or if it's because he's teething, or if he just thinks it sounds awesome. Anyway, by the end of the day, I have had ENOUGH. So we are eating dinner, and he is screaming and Alysson decides she should scream too. I ignore it for a few minutes and then finally blurt out, "The next person who screams is outa here." Alysson screamed, and so she went to her room. Then Carson screamed, and Scott pointed out that I needed to be fair, and I couldn't really send him to time out so I went and got Alysson and said I was sorry. Then Scott decides we should play the quiet game. After explaining the rules to Alysson, she said she wasn't going to play that game but wanted to play the loud game so she could scream as loud as she wanted all over the house. What a crazy girl.
Okay, I know it's been a long time since I've posted, but I'm just getting to the point where I can relax at night and not worry about unpacking a box. Anyway, we love it here. Our house is wonderful and here's the best part: it has a fenced in backyard. Alysson loves to go outside and play and I feel safe enough to stay in the kitchen and keep an eye on her. The one complaint we all have is the heat. It's brutal. I've been gone for 11 years and have gotten used to SLC summers. It was 104 yesterday. And the bugs. Cockroaches and HUGE spiders. It's killing me. I HATE SPIDERS.
So developments in the past few weeks. Carson sits now. And he crawls, or actually scoots on his tummy, but he is moving. He gets into all of Alysson's stuff now, so that has been a problem for her. She gets really upset. He has started babbling too. And he got one tooth. Alysson started playing soccer at the YMCA down the street. That is a fun place. It has pools, sports for little kids, a gym for me, and free daycare for the kids when I'm working out.
And the most exciting news is Scott's graduation. That was such a fun day. Because our baby sitter canceled at the last minute, we ended up having to take the kids to the actual graduation, but they did so good. Neither had to be taken out the entire time. We had a party that night at Scott's parents house and tons of our friends and family came to celebrate. So excited it's over!!
Anyway, here are few pictures.
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