Falling off the potty train.

Jack will go down in history as the hardest Bearden child to potty train.  Casie will take a close second, Ellie third and Annie wins the easiest by FAR!

I love that little boy of mine SO stinking much, but I was mean to Jack yesterday.  I don't really want to record it, because it wasn't my finest parenting moment, and quite honestly I want him to forget it ever happened, but what he said was so cute I wanted to write it down.  After peeing his pants for the third time I put him fully clothed in the shower to wash off.  I didn't do freezing water, but it wasn't fun for him.  He was crying and I was almost crying too...(it's been almost 3 YEARS of trying to potty train him people!).  After turning off the water, I told him to stand in the shower while I went to get a towel.  As I was coming back I heard Jack say, "She went too far this time....Mom went too far."  My heart melted and I scooped up my little drowned rat and apologized for losing my temper.  I hate when I react  
negatively in situations when I know it's just making it worse.  I honestly am at a loss though.  I am not sure how to get him to use the potty!  I have gone through positive rewards (like treats and toys) to negative consequences ( like losing his scooter, oh, and add fully clothed shower to the list).  It's such a good thing that I am so head over hills in love with him.   It's also good that he loves me too and is quick to forgive my short comings.


One cute thing he said about potty training once was, " Mom, it would be so much easier if I could earn  prizes for peeing my pants."

Honest Abe...(aka Jack)

It was raining, it was cold, we went swimming anyway in the outdoor pool.  In order for kids to be able to get in the hot tub they have to be five.  Jack will be five in 2 months.  Here is the conversation I had with Jack before heading out to the pool.

ME: Jack, if they ask you how old you are then let's say your are five ok? (In my heart I knew I shouldn't had said that, but I also knew how cold he would be...and the serpent  Mike beguiled me and said that Jack was essentially five...and...and...and...)

Jack: (looking up at me with shock and disbelief) But, that's not right.

Me: (sheepishly) You're right..ok we won't do that.

Jack:  It's the rules Mom! And if you tell them I am 5 I will say, MY MOM IS A LIAR!  I'M ONLY FOUR!!!

Me:  (kicking myself..feeling small..and laughing a little)  I am sorry...you are right...good job....

Jack: And if they believe you and give me a wrist band that is blue (indicating that he is 5 or older)  I still won't get in the hot tub!!

Coloring with Uncle Matthew

Instead of trying to catch up on all the wonderful parts of life that have slipped by undocumented, I will just jump right back in and start blogging again from this point.  Sound good? Good.

Matthew, Jessica, and Toa came and visited us last week.  Matthew and Jess are extremely attentive and patient parents (like how I used to be until I grew grumpy and tired).  They really do their best to meet all of two year old Toa's needs and are really sweet to him even when he is in "terrible two mode".   On the last night they were here we felt like we wanted to soak up every minute we had left with them so I let the kids stay up late.  While Jessica was putting Toa down,  I walked in to find Matthew and Jack coloring together.  Matthew would draw Jack a picture then Jack would color it in.  First of all Jack has never, in all the four years I've known him, sat down and colored.  But these two sat like this for an hour!  The thing that touched me the most was that it was past 11pm.  I know Matthew had to be exhausted.  Being a dad is tiring on it's own, but be a patient and attentive dad is super tiring!! I am so glad he took the time to make Jack feel special.  

Prayer of the Children

Jack's Prayer:
Heavenly Father.  Thanks for this great day.  Please bless Sister Hansen.  Please bless that his stroke will go away. (we are fasting today for Brother Hansen, who Jack refers to as "Sister Hansen".  He is in the hospital after having a stroke.) Please bless Dad will get better.  Please bless I will get better.  Please bless that Heavenly Father will do really good at living in heaven. Please bless that Mom will do really good when the new baby comes.  (This is NOT an announcement, and I am hoping it's not a prophecy!! I don't know where he came up with that.) Name of Jesus Christ Amen.

Jack has been hating anything to do with Church so it was wonderful to hear him pray again.  He is such a sweet boy.  

So many Jackisms...so little time.

Jack: Sometimes when I hear a ghost type of noise, I get up and try to hit it in the eyes with a stick.

Jack: (sleeping in Casie's bed after talking about Christmas)  Casie I want to go sleep in Mom's bed now.  
Casie: Why?
Jack: Because I am scared.
Casie: Of What?  
Jack: Of Santa watching me. (then looking at the heater vents) Like, what if Santa is watching us through those vents?!

Mom:  What should we name our new cat? (aka a stray that we adopted)
Jack: Safety Marshal

Christmas Lights

Me:  I think I will take these tree lights back.  I don't love the light that the LED lights give off

Jack:  What kind of light does the JackD lights give off?

It took me a second, then I started to laugh. Obviously he thought I meant EllieD.  Smart little fella.

Another Strange Dream

I dreamed Mike got called to be a member of the 12 apostles.  We were at General Conference and President Monson called Mike up to the stand to be sustained.  I noticed as Mike stood he was wearing a shear shirt with a tank top underneath.  He also had painted his face white with Halloween make up.  As President Monson was asking for the sustaining vote and everyone was raising their hands, Mike wanted everyone to see how funny he was so he shouted into the micro phone, " Your Mom sustains me!" I was mortified and very happy to wake up.  

Jack's observations

Jack observed: Me picking a zit on Annie's face and her telling me it hurt.

Jack also observed:  Me giving Annie some herbal tea for her hurting stomach.

Putting all these observations together Jack came up to me and said, " Mom, I have a really sharp boogie in my noes that hurts.  I think you need to give me some coffee."

Already causing a stink.

We closed on our house in Daybreak yesterday.  I need to write a whole post about how it came to be that we decided to move, but the more pressing and interesting matter at hand is what was waiting for us when we arrived.  Enjoy our little adventure......

 IN we ran, excited as first graders on the first day of school.

 DOWN Mike ran to check out where he would set up his basement recording studio/office.

UP Mike ran to tell me there was a SKUNK in the window well.

OVER I crossed to my phone to call pest control.

OVER priced was their removal fee...($300)

INTO the window well flew some Pringles that Jack fed the "cute little baby"

AROUND a 2x4 I wrapped some twine

INTO the window well Mike placed our homemade "skunk ladder"

OUT sprayed skunk stink all over Mike and our new home (luckily it wasn't a direct hit to Mike.  Mike was being very careful but the skunk was understandably nervous)

OUT almost came vomit from us.

IN the window well the skunk ladder stayed

OUT came the skunk sometime during the night.

IN we will move once the stink is gone.

It's what fun is

What is my recipe for fun at an amusement park you ask?  Well,... I must not be hot, I must not have to wait in long lines, I must have good things to eat, I must have happy children, I must be surrounded by family, and no one must puke on me.  Our trip to Lagoon today didn't disappoint.  As you can see from my first two photo's the dark clouds rolling insured that we were not too hot.  Perhaps the forecast also kept the crowds away because the lines were great...(although I am comparing them to the lines we waited in a month ago in Disney World...hmmm...I should blog about that...anyway we waited for 80 MINUTES for one ride!!!  Plus it was hot hot hot...PLUS Annie and Casie both puked. Were my  requirements for fun fulfilled?  No they were not!)  

 Ok, here is where things got a little crazy for a while.  Casie somehow talked me into going on the Sky coaster with her.  Basically they haul you up a million miles and then let you drop in a swinging fashion.  Casie has ALWAYS been a dare devil and I have ALWAYS been a wimp.  For some reason I agreed to do this ride with her.

 Here we are soaring through the air. It actually was a really fun ride.  I would do it again.  Maybe.  I am super proud that Casie is so daring.   She's everything I wish I was at her age.  Ok, now back to those pesky rain clouds...... Rich and Melissa and Mike hadn't been able to ride any "Big Kid" rides since they were busy with the little ones. (I took the teens, Mike took the toddlers...I wet myself on the Sky Coaster, he got wet on on the baby bumper cars...even trade off right?)  I offered to take the kids to some of the kiddie rides.  5 minutes later there is a DOWNPOUR!  I rush back to our pavilion with the kids, but Mike and company decide that they still want to go on their well earned ride.  Here is the result.....

 I told Melissa she couldn't touch her mascara until I took a pic.

Here's the whole crew waiting out the storm.  

I didn't get any pics of Annie and Ellie, but they had a blast today.  Ellie is turning out to be quite the adventurer.  She took on every scary roller coaster and craved the next big thing.  Annie is taking after her mother a little more.  It actually pleased me to see how unaffected she was by our peer pressure.  If there was a ride she thought looked too scary she simply said, "I'm not going on it."  There was nothing anyone could do to change her mind.  It was a fact.  She is leaps above where I was at her age.  She did a few scary rides and enjoyed them.  Jack was a joy.  He loved all the little rides and was the only one who wasn't ready to leave when the time came.  He fell into a deep sleep 3.2 seconds into our car ride home.  

Mother's Day or I'm an IDIOT?

This is a choose your own adventure post!  If you would like to read about Mother's Day click here.  If you would like to read about how I am an idiot click here.

Ha Ha...psych!  Those aren't really links, I knew everyone would choose the idiot one, so I will just write about that one.  Maybe the Mother's Day one will follow.

So there I was, minding my own business in a strange new city (Park City) which had a strange new Walmart.  From the moment I walked in I noticed how different this Walmart was compared to the Walmart that I avoid at all cost yet still seem to frequently visit back in my home town.  Everything was topsy turvy.  The crafts were next to the fish.  The lotion was next to the camping equipment.  There was a guy with a mic trying to sell knives.  People were smiling and one of the employees was nice to me.  Totally different than any Walmart I am used to.  So anyway, I was leisurely milling about killing time while Mike had the kids on a secret mission to buy me some Mother's Day gifts. (They were also in Walmart)   After gathering a few snacks...(for Casie's Lacrosse game, which is why we were in PC) I decided to use the public restroom...(something I also avoid doing but when ya gotta go, ya gotta go).  I left my grocery bags with Annie and walked into the bathroom.  Now, being observant has never been one of my strong assets, but in this case my observancy (is that a real word?)  was the very thing that got me into trouble.  As I walked into the restroom I noticed that on my left was a light switch.  Above that light switch was a sign that read, "Please flip this switch if bathroom needs attention"  I thought that was odd, but after going through this strange and mysterious Walmart, I had come to accept the unexpected.  If I had not been looking and pondering so intently on the switch to my left, I would have noticed the row of urinals to my right.  But alas, I stared at that switch until I had closed the door to the stall.  I really should have been clued in as I walked into the stall.  There was toilet paper on the floor and the toilet was a beacon of putrescence.  The seat was the very symbol of why I never want to use public restrooms.  All I could think as I hovered there, (TMI?) was that I was SO going to be flipping that switch when I was done.  As I opened the door and headed toward the sink I looked in the mirror.  MUCH to my horror, there in the reflection were two men in the classic "peeing man stance".  I am sure the blood drained from my face as I gasped.  My first gut reaction was to draw attention to my error by saying, "Oh, whoops..looks like I made a bit of a mistake."  Luckily my survival instincts took over and made me stay silent and RUN out of the bathroom.  Ellie happened to be coming out of the girls bathroom at the same time.  I grabbed her arm and whispered, "We need to run".   We ran to the car, laughing all the way.


Oh, one more idiot story to share.  Does anyone else love those very berry, very red, very sticky fruit smoothies you get from Costco?  Well a word of caution to you fellow smoothy lovers out there.  If you happen to buy one and you happen to set in on your bumper while you are loading your THOUSANDS of dollars worth of groceries into your Suburban.  Make sure you grab it BEFORE you SLAM your cargo door shut.  Otherwise you will have a very berry, very red,  very sticky mess ALL over your thousands of dollars worth of groceries.  Luckily I had just bought paper towels.    

Maybe he'd stop if we didn't laugh so hard...

Oh my little Jack.  What a potty mouth he has.  Today he told a story that got the girls (and me) rolling with laughter.  Here it is...

"Once upon a time, Dad was hugging a horse.  He hugged the horse so hard that Dad tooted.  (girls laugh hard..Jack sees the reaction and continues with his tale..) Then Dad hugged another horse.  Dad hugged the horse so hard that it maked Dad AND the Horse toot."  Even Mike who was sound asleep woke up and started laughing at Jack's story. I try to tell him that it's not acting like a "Gentleman" when he says things like that, but when the whole family is laughing at him, it's hard to make him stop.  Out of nowhere a couple of days ago he came up to me and said, "When Jesus comes again I will probably stop doing potty talk.  But I will keep saying potty words until he gets here." 

Christmas Miracle!

No, the Miracle isn't that I posted three posts in one day, it's a different one that happened almost 9 years ago.

Christmastime was upon us.  I was just starting my shopping and I had a bit of a chip on my shoulder.  I felt like all the gifts I had ever given my kids were forgotten 1 week after Christmas.  I really wanted to give them something that they would love and play with for a LONG time.  As I pulled out of my driveway to hit the store I decided to say a little prayer.  I asked Heavenly Father to help me find a gift that my kids would play with for years to come.  Literally, the second I said amen, Annie (who was a quiet little two year old, but was known for several "from the mouth of babes" types of conversations) said " Mom, I want Thomas Trains for Christmas".  She had NEVER mentioned trains before and I NEVER thought of ever buying my girls trains before.  I had to laugh at such a specific and immediate answer to my prayer.  I of course bought Annie a wooden train set for Christmas that year.  Annie is now 11 and we still have the original set we bought her..(give or take a few missing tracks)  We have added to it throughout the years, and it has remained a constant favorite among my kids as well as cousins and neighbors.  I am grateful for a Heavenly Father who cares about even the smallest desires of my heart.

Here is Jack with the whole set up....(our tracks and trains have TRIPLED in amount since this young man has started potty training.)

Jack's Dream

Jack told me he dreamed that he was in the Temple with baby Max.  He said they were in the waiting room singing a song together.  This made so much sense to me.  I have always felt that Jack and Max not only shared a strong friendship, but a musical bond as well.  When I was about six months pregnant with Max, Jack suddenly became very sensitive to lullabies.  I remember one night I was holding him and I starting singing, "Hush little baby don't you cry"...Jack's lower lip started to quiver and he broke into sobs.   The same thing happened with Rock-a -bye Baby.  I thought it was very strange because I had sung these songs to him his whole life. Shortly after Max passed away, Jack (who was only 2) couldn't listen to soft music without bursting into tears.  Primary songs were the hardest for him. I remember his sweet nursery teachers tearfully telling me how Jack teared up during "I am a Child of God" during nursery.  I started to wonder if my two boys used to sing together before coming to earth.  I wondered if somehow Jack's little spirit knew that he wouldn't get to spend his earthly life with his best friend.  I loved that he shared his dream with me.  Both of my boys are so special to me.  I truly look forward to the day when I can see their beautiful friendship resume.  

More Quotes from the Bearden Kids.

Jack and Mom snuggling in bed.

Jack: Mom, will I have a husband someday?
Me: No, you will BE a husband someday.  You will meet a girl and then get married and have kids and be your own little family.
Jack: I will have my own babies?
Me: Yep
Jack: Well, I don't know how to hold babies.
Me:  I will show you.
Jack:  (deep thoughts...)How do I call that family and tell them that I just want my Mom?


Jack and Ellie swimming in the tub with their swimsuits on.

Jack:  Ellie, would you like to swim in yellow water?


Ellie showing me her school work.
Ellie: Here is a test I only got 13 out of 30 right....(pause)  It's a good thing I'm cute!

And the Winner is...

SARAH!!!!

Thanks for all your funny comments!

Sarah wins some dishwasher soap!  I order it monthly from Melaleuca.  It's A-MA-ZING.  Even the expensive brand from the store doesn't get my dishes this clean and spot-free.  It's also totally natural I know there is no dangerous soap residue left behind.  Enjoy Sarah!! 

Do you ever wake up with a comic strip idea in your mind?

...cause I do.  For some reason I woke up a couple of weeks ago with all these little comics about fish running swimming through my mind.  Strange I know, but I am what I am.

Originally I was going to share them on my blog and allow others to give me small patronizing courtesy laughs, but instead I have decided to let ALL my readers (aka Mom, Mindy, and Sarah...and possibly a few stalkers) see what their own imaginations can come up with.  I have commissioned a world renowned artist (Annie) to draw the pictures and I will let YOU come up with a caption.  I will share my own caption at a later time.  Should I do a drawing for a fabulous prize?  Yes, yes I should.  OK, leave a comment with your own caption and I will do a drawing.  The prize will be a house hold product that has changed my life.  Ready,...Set,....Be Funny!!!

An Oldie but Goodie that needs to be shared

This is a story I have shared at parties or with friends, but I haven't ever written it down....

This is something my sister Mindy said when she was a young teen.  Because Mindy is older than I am  I didn't understand why it made my parents laugh so hard.  I understand now.

When our family moved from the big city, (Orem) to the small farming city of Delta, Mindy looked out her car window. As we passed the fields of Alf alfa she said,  "It's so cool to see all the farmers out on their concubines."
She meant to say combines.

When the cat's taking a nap, the mice will play.

As Jack and I were sitting on the floor playing with trucks, I found myself feeling tired.  I saw that Jack was engrossed with his own little game so I closed my eyes for a minute.  I didn't mean to fall asleep but when sounds of truck playing turned into silence I knew I had dozed off.  I woke up with a start and realized Jack wasn't there.  I called to him.  He came running in and I noticed he was covered in a white substance.  "What is all over your clothes?" I asked.  Jack looked down at his shirt and then back up at me and said in a "matter of fact" sort of way, "Well...you supposed to be watching me."  What the???  How does he know he can use my guilt against me?  I laughed...hard.

A few other cute Jackisms...

While I was doing my hair Jack came in all furrow browed and with his arms folded asked.  "Mom, why do you trap me in here?"  When I realized he was asking me this after he had attempted (after seeing that I was pre occupied with getting ready for the day) to escape the house and go outside.  His efforts had been thwarted by our child safety door handles.

A couple of days ago I was playing a game with Jack.  I would give him three instructions and then he would carry them out. (simple, but fun)
"Ok Jack.  Go touch the front door, then come back and give me a hug, then stand on one foot and say "I love my Mom!"
Jack ran away excitedly to touch the front door.  Then he ran back and gave me a hug.  Then he looked at his feet and placed his right foot on top of his left foot..(so technically he was standing on one foot) and yelled  "I love my Mom!"
He is such an adorable creature that I can't get enough of!!!

How Jack got some popcorn from Target

Mom:  Jack, I need to go to Target.  Do you want to come?
Jack: Yes!  And I can get some popcorn when we are there!
Mom:  No, remember how the popcorn salt gives your lips owies. (for some reason his lips have a strange reaction to the MASSIVE amounts of salt and artificial butter they put on their popcorn.)
Jack: No, but Mom...Do you know what I love about my body?  I love that when I get blisters they can peal off all by their selves and then I am healed.  So ya...I should have some popcorn.