Soccer

Addie started soccer this fall with the "Green Monsters" and Ansen was the assistant coach (never played before, but coaching anyway). Addison plays similarly to her mom in the day . . . cute hair bows, twirling, lots of talking, but so happy to be there . . . you know-hard core.

Addie's biggest fan!

Addie and Sarah

GNO at the Caras

I took my lovely ladies and met up with Lisa and her BFF, Kate, at the Circus or "Caras" as Olivia has been calling it. First, was dinner at Windows on the Wasatch which is this cute, little place we found . . . at the hospital. The cafe (or cafeteria) at Intermountain Medical Center is really quite good with amazing prices. With a mostly made to order menu (gourmet sandwich's, salads and the grill), milkshakes that I had to stop myself from complaining about too MUCH Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, outdoor seating, hard ice-cream for .90 cents, 32 oz. diet coke with lime on tap for .90 . . . it's really quite a treat. I think the key though will be to go with low expectations and then be pleasantly surprised.

Anyway, made it to the circus for elephants, tigers, and dogs-oh my. Lisa and Kate go every year so this year we tagged along. The little dogs were the best wearing dresses and riding scooters. The girls are so used to the earlier bedtime that they were dying by the time we got out at 10:00.

There is no 'Normal" . . .

There is no normal, there is no routine, there is not even a "new normal" . . . I can't even count how many times I have told people over the last 2 months that we are finally back to "normal" since Drew. It's only normal or actually just flowing for a few days and then it's hectic, wrong and so not a routine for a few more. Either I'm a relatively great mom, worked a full work week, or kept my house clean, but I can't do it all in the same week. Oddly enough though I'm pretty okay with the situation most days and we make it.

When I see a picture with all 3 of these beautiful faces, it still seems surreal that ALL 3 are mine! When did that happen?

I do have some "helpers" here and there (then again they're also the mess makers).

Conference Weekend . . . Uncle Dan was here to visit and we loved it . . .

. . . cinnamon rolls, crafts, and this is little incident . . .

20 minutes after finishing my hair I was playing with Drew and his full tummy.


I didn't want to re-do my hair completely so I thought a wet wash clothe to rinse it out and then re-blow dry that section would work. 2 minutes later the smell of hot spit up over took the fresh baked cinnamon roll smell so I had Ansen spray Frebreeze in my hair and I tried blow drying again with no luck. Next I tried tropical scented dry shampoo which only worsened the problem and decided to stop there.

30 minutes later I was still complaining about the smell and Ansen suggested that it might help to take off my hoodie, since the hood was full of spit up. Though it helped, I still lived with the concoction of smells for the rest of the day. . . and that I call Motherhood.

Addison-

Grandma C: Addie, what are you thinking?

Addison: I don't think much on Saturdays.

Olivia-

Will you go get me the neosporin in my bathroom drawer . . . or just put on some make-up. Whatever you want . . .