It'll grow back

Madison, Porter, and Brant all got their hair cut on Friday morning. It was a first "real" haircut for the twins. Madison had an adorable A-line from her Aunt Bobbi about a year ago, but that has since grown out and had my Mom-trims done to it. Her hair was so cute! It went to the top of her shoulders and was a cute little bob, with swooped bangs. I was so glad she had finally started to get longer hair. She has taken nearly three years to grow anything. Her hair is baby soft, but so fine.
Apparently, getting her hair cut inspired her to pick up a pair of scissors and do some more. Only hours after her cute new do, she found a pair of scissors slashed through her hair. She ended up with one side looking like a mullet. I was devastated. More so than anyone else. Travis even told me it was just hair. Instead of Madison crying, I had tears falling. I took her back in on Saturday morning to get it evened up. The best they could do was give her a very short cut. Even so, it still has to many short pieces. Honestly, it looks horrible. But what can I say, except that it'll grow back.
P.S. She also clipped a chunk out of Porter's hair in the front. He at least has thick enough hair that I can cover it up with a little manipulating of his hair.

Thanksgiving

I have many things to be thankful for this past week. I am especially thankful for Brant is also Super Dad and Super Husband. I was required to work this weekend--with the exception of Thanksgiving Day. Brant had Thursday, Friday, and Monday off. So he packed up the car and kids and brought them over to Travis and Haley's for the 4 days. It was so awesome. Even though I had to work, it was nice to come home and spend the evening with my family. I cannot wait until they can come over here full-time.
We had a nice Thanksgiving with Travis and Haley and their family. Some of Haley's family also came over. I really enjoyed getting to make the whole meal. I know that sounds funny to some people, but I love to cook. I spent Wednesday night and Thursday morning cooking. It was a lot of fun to me. Plus, Haley bought everything--which was very nice of her. We played baseball after our early dinner. We ate at noon. The next day we were sore from playing. How sad. They just went back a couple of hours ago. I'm back to my bachelorette life--but I'd rather have them here.

The Rest of the Story

I guess I should have explained the rest of the story behind "Two Truths and a Lie." My mother-in-law has scoliosis like I do. She has recently been experiencing severe hip pain. I had the same thing happen to me when I was pregnant. It feels like someone is stabbing a knife into your hip. And, you don't want to take a step because you never know when a sharp pain is going to shoot through your body. It's awful. My brother would adjust my back and massage my muscles, it hurt so good! Anyway, I volunteered to help ease her pain.

And about the FBI agent...I feel so important that I can say an "FBI agent called me." It's actually an old friend from Page who called to pass on some information. He has a friend who's daughter has the same thing that Travis' daughter Ari has. So, it was totally un-FBI related, but still sounded mysterious.

About the two pounds...that's not happening this week. Maybe next week.

2 Truths and A Lie

Yesterday, when Brant came home I played 2 truths and a lie with him. I told him he had to guess which of these two things were real and which was not true.

1) I got a call from an FBI agent today.
2) I gave his Mom a butt massage.
3) I lost two pounds.

He quickly says, “I know you didn’t lose two pounds.” I couldn’t believe it. Seriously, the two pounds seemed more far-fetched than the other two? I thought for sure I had him. I guess it just makes me mad he can tell when I’m lying. With a face like this… Who wouldn’t believe me?

Am I blogging too much?

I really didn't think so, but I just heard Madison telling Porter "I'm going to put these stickers on my blog." He said, "That's cool. I don't have a blog."

I don't ever want to close my eyes again!

That's exactly what Porter said to me when he woke up Monday morning. I said, "Why?" He said, "Because, I hate to sleep, Mom!" Which is funny, because he is the last one to wake up in the morning. He never wants to go to sleep at night, either. I think his personality is such that he doesn't want to miss out on anything. He thinks that sleep robs him of that.

I love his happy, go-lucky attitude. Madi and I, we tend to be uptight when everything doesn't go right or we feel like we're losing control. Porter already senses that in me and he'll say, "It's okay, Mom. It's okay." He says that to me all of the time and I always smile, because I realize I am taking something way too serious and need to chill out.

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When I had to leave on Tuesday morning, Madison was feeling very sad. She said, "Mom, I am feeling sad." I said, "I know, honey. This is really hard. It's hard for me too." I said, "Do you want to cry?" She said, "Yes." I said, "It's okay, so do I. But it will only be for awhile." She hugged me and said, "Okay, Mom. I love you. I will call you so you don't miss me so much." I don't know how she is so grown up for only being 3. I am sure every parent thinks this, but I look forward to seeing what they will accomplish in life and how much more they are going to teach me.

Belated Happy Halloween

I wasn't home in time for Halloween...so Brant took care of everything. Even, the costumes. I had the idea and he dressed them. They had the wrong shoes on, and he put a long sleeve white shirt under Madison's cheerleader shirt. And, a pair of red sweat pants. It didn't look very cool...especially with her white church sandals. But...I can't complain he did everything. Plus, I didn't get to take pictures because I wasn't there, so this is about it for picture quality. P.S. The referee shirt was made out of a white turtle-neck and black duct tape. Very clever, Brant, very clever.

22 years...and counting

That's how long Tracy and I have known each other. Wow! I can't believe how fast the time goes by. And now, she's moving to Kentucky soon. So, Tracy and her family drove over to St. George. She took me out for lunch. It was nice to visit and catch up. I told Brant I was so sad, I would probably never see her again. He simply said, "Liz, 'never' is a really long time."

I know my ABC's...all 24 letters

Madison has learned her ABC's. I'm not sure where she learned it. I haven't worked with her that much on it. She usually doesn't forget the last letters. Porter could care less about learning them.

Getting Used to Things

I am kind of getting used to the new schedule of leaving home for 5 days and then coming back. It's still alot of stress being away from the family. I don't know who has MORE stress...me or Brant. He has to work a physically hard job and then come home and take care of three little kids. I have a fairly easy job and when I get off work I have all the time I need for myself. I'm just all alone. It's always too much or too little in life. I guess we just have to enjoy what we have and be greatful for the have's and forget the have not's.

I love reading the Jackson Family Blog It keeps me so inspired. I don't personally know this woman. I came across her blog over a year ago. Her daughter died unexpectedly on a Sunday morning from a freak accident . I guess her story her story struck me at the time that it did, because her daughter passed away the day after my baby was born. For every day I have had with Lane, she has had without her daughter. Her story, her writing, her testimony, and definitely her personality inspire me in the struggles I have in life. So many times, when I feel like I am struggling with the things I don't have and want, I realize it could be a lot worse. That keeps me grateful for my challenges.