Freedom?

I know it's been awhile since I've written anything...my life has been boring. This weekend however we are finally getting a break away from the kids. We are going to Reno for a friend's birthday. I should be excited for the upcoming freedom but I'm not. In fact I am more sad thinking about not being with my girls all weekend. I don't know how people can just take off and leave their kids for a week. It's crazy that when there is no opportunity I dream about sleeping in, of not hearing the word "mom" for a day and not playing resturant to a picky 4 year old. Now that I have one I don't want to leave. I know it's only for 2 1/2 days and I know they will have more fun with Troy's sister than they would at home with me but I can't stop from missing them already and we haven't even left. Some how this freedom doesn't seem like freedom at all.

First Impressions

For some unknown reason to Troy and I, we always give the impression that we are less active and just starting to come back to church in what ever ward we move into. It's bizzaar to me that even though we don't miss church unless we are out of town and I even make comments in class the ward members in our ward especially the bishopric have thought we were less active. We were asked about 2 weeks ago to give a talk and the counselor asking us was so tentative about even asking us to talk and then he practically tried to write our talks for us because I don't think he believed we could do it. Luckily Troy and I prayed very hard over our talks that we gave this last sunday. We were able to have the spirit with us and I had several people tell me it was the best talk they had ever heard. A couple people told my sister that they were shocked. They had no idea I was so spiritual they told her they thought we were less active...in the end the bishopric told us what a great job we did and that they were sorry they waited so long to ask us to speak. Maybe now I can get a teaching calling in the ward....

Young Troy

Christmas was awesome. We had fun being with the family in the Bay Area Irelynn made out like a bandit. I saw an old friend I haven't seen in a long time. It was nice to have so much help with the girls. Nothing blog worthy happened during the week but I have the cutest pictures of young Troy for you all to appreciate thanks to his sister Shannon. Enjoy!

Dying Young

I've always thought I would die of cancer. I'm paranoid of getting it. I don't know how many different types of cancers I've already had in my mind. Each time Troy has to tell me go back to bed you don't have cancer. Well I am no long worried about dying of cancer since I am positive I will die of a heart attack. Between my husband and 2 girls who love to love to play tricks on me and worry me I'm sure my heart won't be able to last a lifetime with them. Troy loves to pretend he has been in a car accident or that Kalaya drowned or what ever he thinks would be entertaining at the time. Irelynn hasn't done anything to me YET, but she is showing signs. Troy called the other day to talk to me and she answered the phone. When he asked to talk to me she told him with a straight face "mommy isn't here she's shopping. I'm all by myself babysitting Kalaya." Kalaya as you know likes to pretend to drown. Well she has found a new game. I put her in her high chair and she started choking on some bread so I come rushing over worried that she is dying. She got it out of her throat by herself but realized that pretending to choke was a fun game to torment mom. She let's out a sound like she is choking (which sounds totally real. not like she is pretending) and she keeps her mouth opened wide looking at me with round eyes. It's weird that it is just born in them. She doesn't continue making sounds nor does she close her mouth. If she did either of those things I would know she was just joking but since she does it the way she does I feel like I have to look everytime. My poor heart....

bath time

Kalaya's new thing is to pretend like she is falling and drowning in the tub. I finally found my camera after her 20th time of doing it so she was less dramatic about it. She first started hyperventilating and then acts like she is crying when she comes up and then does it again. Then she found a cup in the tub and switched to drinking a sip from the cup and then falling backwards. I tell you this kid is CRAZY

Running in the Rain

I'm sitting in the computer room so bored. I probably should go to bed but I don't think I could sleep. Instead I sit here snooping on people's blogs I don't even know. Like Jeni's friend something wade who talked about the reason she likes to run marathons. I felt very inspired to get up and start running. I hate running. I wish I liked to run but obviously to all I don't. I was very inspired to begin for all of the 2 minutes it took me to look out the window and see the rain. Thank you rain, you just saved 2 chins and a tummy roll from disappearing into oblivion. Now back to snooping...

Santa

We went and sat on Santa's lap last night. For 3 years in a row Irelynn has cried in every picture. This year she was a trying to be brave but she did not want to sit on Santa's lap without Kalaya. Kalaya kept waving at Santa while we were in line and he was sitting on his chair. I thought she was going to be tough and not cry but she freaked out as soon as she was on his lap. Irelynn has tears in her eyes that she tried so hard not to let come out. She did a good job and was very brave. Troy and I went to the temple with Nick Takis on Tuesday night to get his endowments. It was so beautiful there. We need to go back more often