Ouch, exercise hurts!

I so loathe everything about exercise. Needless to say, I am trying to get into better shape. Like I am a square shape and want to look more like the shape of a triangle, with a few circles on top. Anyway, I talked Brant into playing racquetball with me this morning. Big mistake. Mr. Gold's Gym is a raving maniac--okay, not really, he's just 12 years younger than me. He would not let me stop to rest, drink, or die. We put in a good 30 minutes and I was ready to be rolled home. He insisted that I hop on the treadmill for a "few" minutes. Apparently he thinks few and twenty are the same thing.
Now I am home and can't move. I think rigor mortis is setting in.

3 is here, 2 is gone!

Time goes so quickly. My baby is already 3. I told him I don't want him to grow up. He said he doesn't want to grow up either; he will just turn three and stop. He is such a sweet son and is a total momma's boy. No complaints here. He is a peace maker and very thoughtful of others. He loves to hang out with his big brother and sometimes listens to his big sister. All three of them are very close. He is really into super heroes now and Flash is his favorite. He thinks he can run as fast as Flash. He loves going to Nursery every week and talks about being a Sunbeam so he can go to Primary with Madi and Porter.
We still act out our scripture study. The kids really get into it. He always volunteers for the biggest part. He was Abinadi, King Noah, and Alma--as he kept stealing the show. When I told him he was going to be burned at the stake, he said, "I don't wanna die, Mom!" So, he wanted to change the story.
He was very lucky to have a birthday party on Friday before his birthday. His Grandma Smith organized a party. In addition to my three, there was their cousin Bella and their friend, Jarius. The kids made cupcakes with grandma and she took them all to the dollar store buy him presents. Friday night we took the family to St. George and stayed at Travis'.
My kids think "Uncle Travis'" house is like Disneyland. They love it there. I am not sure if it is the big house, the cousins, or the pool. But, they always ask to go to his house. On Saturday, we had an informal day long party. The kids all went swimming and the adults looked on--it was too freakin cold to jump in. But, we couldn't convince the kids of that. Travis and Haley (who are partially insane) jumped in later. Haley with her clothes on...let's just say our family doesn't need any alcohol to get crazy. (For the record, there was no alcohol.) We ate pizza for lunch and then opened presents.
Lane went crazy over the superhero cape his Aunt Haley made for him. He got way too many gifts from all of his cousins. Later, they set up the slip n' slide he got on the side yard. The kids spent the rest of the afternoon sliding across the lawn, and being sprayed by cold water.
We decided to vote on our favorite 80s movie and have an adult slumber party. Footloose won--however, we couldn't get it on Netflix. Brant, who was pulling hard to watch Bloodsport, ended up getting a few new movies at Redbox. The kids had no problem falling asleep after a long hard day of playing with cousins. It was great. Lane kept saying, "I am 3. Three is here! 2 is gone."

Feeling like a drowned rat

We moved into our new place a couple of days ago. And of course, are slowing moving in and getting all of the utilities set up. Our gas wasn't scheduled to be turned on until today. But, I was really dying for a shower. I have an appointment later today and did not want to be sticky and stinky.
I called the gas company--hoping to get an estimated time of arrival--but got the standard "sometime this afternoon." I spent an hour talking myself into toughing out a cold shower. I had everything ready and decided to go for it. At 12:04 I jumped in and took the quickest shower of my life. At 12:08 the doorbell rang.

I'm not a "chew-kee" and other isms

Sometimes I want to just wrap up everything the kids say and save it. They are so hilarious. I am going to try to remember some of the things that have made me laugh recently.

Lane told me, "I'm not a chookie! Mom, tell Porter to stop calling me a chookie!" I asked him what a chookie was. He wouldn't tell me. Finally, later in the day he said a chookie was a twin--and he's NOT a twin--Porter and Madison are. Do not call him a chookie--he doesn't like it.

Madi asked me what Kindergarten was...I explained the whole school system of K thru 12. Then I said, after that you get to go to college. They teach you whatever you want to be. For example, if you want to be a teacher you go to teacher school; if you want to be a doctor, you go to doctor school; and if you want to fly planes you go to pilot school. She said, "Do they have Princess College?"

Porter and Lane like to watch the Ironman cartoon series. One day Porter was singing the theme song to me..."I'm a man on a mission..." We turned it on the TV so they could watch it. When it started singing, "I'm a man on a mission," Lane said, "That's what a mission is! I want to go on a mission!" The boys are both very excited about going on missions now.

When Lane thinks something is really funny he says, "That's so much funny!"

Belated Happy Mother's Day

I'm a little late talking about Mother's Day, but at least I missed the blog rush. Rhonda helped the kids paint the cutest little pots and they planted daisies in them. It was very sweet. Our ward in Summerlin is so amazing. I really have missed it. Every year for Mother's Day they make a huge brunch that is so delicious. We had homemade bread--the really good kind--that tastes soft like rolls. They made sandwiches, fruit platters, lettuce salad, and desserts of every kind. It was awesome! We watched church videos on Mothers. It was very cool. And, after Sacrament Meeting, they gave all of the Mothers Utah Truffles. It was fun!
In the morning, I called my Mom to wish her Happy Mother's Day. The kids got on and talked to her too. She said she missed all of the breakfasts she used to get for Mother's Day. Funny how those were so silly--and I don't think we made that good of a breakfast for her--but that is what she missed. I can totally understand now that I have little ones. They are so sweet and innocent and love you so much. The best part of being a mother is knowing that you are number one to your little ones. They love so much and unconditionally. I do believe they are here to teach us more than we teach them. What sweet little angels.

Me Madi, Me Strong

Vicki and I used to joke that if the two of us could be one woman, we would be the perfect woman. I am starting to think Madi may just be that girl. She is a nerdy intellect like me that loves to talk to large groups of people. But, she has this athletic side that certainly does not come from me. I can't believe how tenacious she is at such an early age. She loves to run--and run faster than everyone else. She loves to be strong. Recently, she made it all the way across the monkey bars and has been so excited to show everyone. She wanted me to come and see so we walked to the park. However, she had showed her Grandma Smith how she could go across four times in a row earlier in the day. By the time she showed me she just couldn't get all the way across.

Think you can sleep anywhere?

The balmy Vegas weather has given ample opportunity for nice walks. I took the kids to McDonalds--we walked. It was a mile and a half away. They took turns walking and riding in the stroller. On the way back, they were all tired and didn't want to walk. Lane crawled in the bottom and Madison and Porter climbed in the front. I don't know how he managed to do it, but Lane fell asleep.