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I notice it almost every day when I look in the mirror.
And I noticed it BIGTIME in our recent family pictures . I look 32. Maybe older. My insides still feel 22, and it's a down right shock everyday when I look in the mirror and don't see the face that I feel like I should have. (My eyes are a story all on their own.)

I also notice it when I say things like "I am not the maid of this house" and "do you think the garbage is going to take itself out?".  All things my own mother said.

And I felt especially old the other day as we were on campus at BYU. Maddy had club volleyball tryouts, so we made it a family event. Since I had all 3 little boys with me, who thought that the bleachers and the basketball hoops were early Christmas gifts, I thought I would treat them to some french fries at the eatery across the parking lot. (I was also treating myself to some temporary sanity, and all of the other people in the gym to some relief from the Grant Boys.)

And while we…

Sick of It.

Another overly used phrase of mine. When Aaron is mocking me, he will say it long and drawn out. And monotone. "Siiiiiiiiickoooooooofiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!"

His mocking me is a good thing, though. It turns my crappy mood into a "I hate it when you make me laugh when I still want to be grumpy, but I can't because you are so retarded." (Sorry, I know that is so not PC. Please don't be offended.)

But, I'm really sick of Halloween, and I'm ready for it to be over. Over. So over. And I am going to agree with The Scrooge of "Trunk or Treating", but my reasoning is not about politics.

My reasoning is because when a neighborhood or ward decides to have a trunk or treat, then I, as the mom, actually have to go. Because if I didn't go, I would be missing "the event". As opposed to just staying home while Aaron takes the boys around the neighborhood. In that case, "the event" is the neighborhood, which I am still a part of, in my…

Highlights From My Weekend

(My name is Charlie, and I am a paci-holic with an afro)

1. My conversation with Max about our Mom-date.

Me: So, where do you want to go on our date today?
Max: Um, Las Vegas.

2. Watching Parker play in his soccer game on Saturday. (He had an awesome header that he took right outside the other teams' goal. And of course a million other great plays, but that one was my favorite.)

3. Finding a Peg Perego Aria stroller, at Target of all places, for $49.99, regularly priced $199. (Not like we need another stroller, but it was such a good deal. I felt like I had won the lottery!)

4. Seeing Ali, and Jess, and lots of other good friends at a fun Halloween party. (Where I'm sure I gained 8 pounds from inhaling an entire platter of delicious apple dip + apples, and my favorite rice krispies + peanut butter + chocolate frosting treat.)

5. Watching the hostess at Rodizio Grill use a red sharpie as lipstick- while manning the hostess stand. (I am not EVEN kidding.)

6. Really great weather. (I m…


Sometimes, I have to ground myself from blogging. Or from computer crack entirely. This weekend, it's just from blogging. Because I have better things to do, like...

-get over the flu (entirely)
-have a mom date with the little boys
-go on a date with my boyfriend/husband (same person)
-dress up for a Halloween party
-enjoy my life, cause I am a blessed girl

Sweet Potato Soup

(and if I had $160 to blow, I would serve it in this set from Williams Sonoma)

This is my FAVORITE soup ever. Well, next to my mom's Creamy Potato Soup. But I think it's against the law to share that one.

2 tbsp butter
2 celery stalks
1/2 yellow onion, chopped
2 cans chicken broth
2 cups water
2 tsp chicken bullion
4 med. potatoes peeled and cubed
1 lrg. sweet potato peeled and cubed
2 cups fully cooked, cubed ham
1/2 tsp garlic powder
1/2 tsp seasoning salt
1/2 tsp parsley flakes
1/2 tsp dried oregano
1/4 tsp pepper
1/4 tsp crushed red pepper
1/4 cup flour
2 cups milk

Simmer celery and onions in butter 4-5 minutes, or until tender. Add broth, water, and bullion. Add potatoes and ham. Add remaining ingredients, except for flour and milk. Bring to boil, and simmer, covered. Combine flour and milk in separate bowl. Add gradually to soup. (Sometimes I will add cornstarch if I think it needs to be thicker.)
Stir well. Bring to a boil. Serve immediately, simmer on low, or keep warm in a crock pot.

Family Pictures '07

I believe in having family pictures taken every year. And I believe in paying money, sometimes a lot of money, to have them taken. Because it will remind me of how cute my kids were at that age. And because I love to put them up in my house. I love to make them HUGE and hang 'em up on the walls.

And knowing that my SIL, Kelly "K.M." McCaleb, is an upcoming, and very talented photographer, I decided that I would ask if we could squeeze into her very tight, and almost totally booked, schedule.

I had a few hang-ups in asking her though. Because she's family. And I didn't want to get into the "you don't have to pay me" conversation. And if the pictures didn't turn out, I didn't want her to feel bad. I wasn't worried about whether or not I would like them because- first of all, I never don't like pictures of my kids, and second of all, I've been really impressed with her talents lately.

So, I got over the hang-ups. And asked. And like I …

Party Pictures

Dang, I LOVE these guys!

And these sweet dimples, too. And that chocolate cake!

And she's pretty stinkin' cute, too!

And c james LOVES chocolate cake... or any kind of cake... or any piece of food, for that matter.

And we all think Stefi is so pretty!

And the family party is never complete without these two!

Or a ride in the Cozy Coupe!


Someone once told me that you know you're done having kids when you feel like you have one too many.

And after I had Jack, I totally felt that way. Not that I didn't want him, because I so wanted him, and loved (still do) him- every tiny, little piece and part of him. But, Jack made 5, and FIVE kids is a LOT of kids. (And still is.) Five is the new Seven. Really, it is.

And, yes, I realize that my baby is still a baby. And still very baby-ish. And I understand why the baby of the family is the baby of the family. I find myself thinking, saying, wishing "please stay my baby forever, please...just a little bit longer."

Because we're done having kids. We just can't have anymore. Because with every child there is more dinner to be made, more laundry to be done, more energy required to survive the day. More drama. More noise. More fighting. More arguing. More chaos. And even though I so want one more baby, I have to remind myself that I want to be a good mom, too. An…

The Best Pumpkin Bars Ever

--photo by Mique of Thirty Handmade Days--
Here's the recipe (care of my good friend, Jenn) for the Pumpkin Bar treat I had at Thanksgiving Point the other day. They really are the best pumpkin bars you'll ever eat, and should be part of your family's autumn traditions. Welcome fall-- we've been waiting for you! 

Pumpkin Bars
2 c sugar
4 eggs
1 c vegetable oil
29 oz can of pumpkin

 Mix together, then add;

1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp baking soda
2 tsp baking powder  
2 tsp cinnamon
2 c flour

pour mixture into greased cookie sheet or jellyroll pan
Bake @ 350 for 25-30 minutes

Cool completely, then frost with...

Cream Cheese Frosting
8 oz softened cream cheese
1/2 c butter
2 Tbsp cream or milk
1 1/2 tsp vanilla
4 c powdered sugar

mix until smooth, spread evenly over pumpkin bars

Mom Date

I took Charlie and Jack on a mom date last Friday. And I decided that I need to do that more often.

I've been in a funk this last week. Unable to really wake up in the mornings. I drag myself out of bed, make a bottle, and 2 bowls of cereal, turn on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, and hope that I can squeeze in another hour of sleep on the couch.

And I've had to turn the fireplace on because it's cold.

And I am dragging for the rest of the day.

And then around 3pm, I feel like I need to take a nap. And if you haven't seen my calendar, I am usually in the car at 3 pm... driving... and really wishing I hadn't given up Diet Coke- AGAIN.

But Friday was my turn to drive in the preschool carpool. So, I figured while we were out, and all of us fully dressed, with hair gelled into perfectly formed faux-hawks (not me, just the boys), we might as well treat ourselves to lunch. And I really like The Deli at Thanksgiving Point, and since it's just down the street, it was the perfect c…

Happy Birthday Chars!

2 years and 1 day later, I had another one. Another sweet, baby boy. And while I was holding him, fresh from the heavens, I could tell he was going to be trouble. He was wide eyed, with a puckered lip. And I just knew.

And in his 3 years of life, he has been just that. The one who empties every cabinet, dumps all the toys out just for the sake of making a mess, who finds the one muddy rain puddle and splashes in it while wearing his church shoes (church clothes for that matter, and the muddy puddle is usually found in the parking lot on the way into church), the one who smears his greasy chicken nuggets + ranch remnants from his hands and face, all over my furniture.

But he is also my sweetheart. The one who says "I love you" spontaneously. The one who wants a kiss and a hug- 5 times before he goes to bed. The one who rubs my cheek, and wants to snuggle. And he's also the one who laughs at everything. EVERYTHING!

Happy Birthday! I love you, Chars. Very, very, very much!