Harry Christmas!

Harry wasn't really sure what was happening, everything he opened his brother took away from him.

Train ride

We had so much fun taking the train to Grandma's house for Christmas.

Liam and Harry.

Aunt Missy gave us a digital camera for Christmas, Woo-Hoo!

IT'S HARRY!

Harry loves to rock!

What's wrong with me.

My husband and I were joking around and he asked what was wrong with me, so I said I could give him a list but it might take a while. He told me I should put it in my blog.
So, here it is the list of what's wrong with me.
-I'm lazy
-I eat poorly
-I don't exercise
-I'm overweight (that's kind of a given after those last 2)
-I don't like to do dishes (so I don't)
-I have a little bit of OCD (as Jason has learned the hard way I will remake the bed in the middle of the night, with him in it)
-I have severe postpartum depression
-I'm an insomniac
-I would rather play with playdough than clean the house (ok I'd rather do just about anything than clean the house)
-I'm a shopaholic (makes very little sense for someone with no money)
-I have no fashion sense
-I have a really hard time making friends
-I'm very insecure and need constant reassurance (especially when it comes to my cooking and the way I look)
I'm sure the list could go on if I really thought about it, but why would I want to. The good news is the list of what's right with me is longer and much more important. As for Jason, there is nothing wrong with him! He is practically perfect in every way (no wait, that's Mary Poppins).

I'm ever so old.

I have just turned 27 OH NO! In this day and age when life expectancy is so much longer than in previous centuries, why on earth should I feel so old at only 27. If I live to be 80 that means I have almost twice my lifetime to this point remaining. However, now-a-days when there are so many diseases and such what will be my quality of life be for those years. Strange that life is so much longer but overall health is decreased.
Well, I'll learn how to knit and start using anti-wrinkle cream and see which suits me best, submitting to old age or trying to fight it.

A Message From The Lord.

I have been feeling a little less than spiritual lately. I spend all day changing diapers, wiping noses, making bottles, cleaning yogurt off the floor (and refrigerator and table and wall and child and myself), cooking meals, doing my homework etc. etc. When do I have the time or the energy to seek out the Lord in my life?
So, I was feeling really crummy about this the other day and that very night I had the following dream: My doorbell rings (which is weird since I don't have a doorbell). I answer it and in comes Gordon B. Hinckley. He sits on the couch, like he comes over and hangs out at my house all the time and I treat him as such. I think to myself this would be the perfect time to ask him how I can achieve more spirituality in my life. I mean who better to ask right, and how often do you get that opportunity? But do I ask? No, I give him pie and we watch Blue's Clues!
My interpretation of this dream is that I have the resources and the answers right in front of me, in my own home, but I don't use them, I just sit and watch cartoons.

P.S. I'm not sure if it matters but it didn't sound like it was even good pie, it was lemon/pumpkin pie. Doesn't that sound gross? How could I do that to the Prophet?!

I'm not complaining!

I just asked my husband why he always has negative things on his blog, so this is not negative. I wanted to comment on how much I LOVE cell phones. I love listening to other people's conversations wherever I go ( apparently you have to yell when you use a cell phone). I love every class I'm in getting interrupted by someone's phone, and they ALWAYS answer it! I actually called someone once not realizing she was in the hospital having a baby at that very moment and her husband who answered handed her the phone! Oh and My all time favorite; I was sitting in a movie theatre watching a suspensful, somewhat scary movie and the girl sitting next to me was text messaging the whole time! Those screens are bright. Plus she was messaging someone who was also in the theatre but was sitting somewhere else.
I'm so glad that so many people now are important enough to need a way to get a hold of them at all times. And it's not just doctors and drug dealers. I'm so glad my friend in Seattle can call me from the bowling ally, and the Chinese restaurant, and the video game store, and her car. Because I would hate for her to get bored just talking to me. I'm also so glad that people have something to distract them from the tediousness of driving now. I hate it when all I have to do is follow traffic laws and not get into accidents. Man I wish I had someone to talk to while I cut people off and ignore traffic lights.
See, I'm not complaining this was all the positive feelings I have about cell phones. Okay, so I'm sure they aren't all bad, but what is it they say about things that can be used for good......

Grandpa's sure know how to pick 'em.

My darling son Liam was nicknamed Lammy before he was even born. So for his first Easter his Grandpa got him a little purple lamb. Liam loved that thing so much. He would suck on it and just hold it in his hand while he slept. Well Liam gave up the nickname and the lamb at around 18 months. He has since adopted a monkey that his Grandpa Adkins sent for Christmas last year as his new friend. We have to include monkey in bedtime stories, and prayer and we have to kiss monkey good night and tuck him into bed (even if Liam isn't lying down and doesn't want a blanket or a pillow, monkey has to be on the pillow under the blanket.). Liam also has Ducky who was also purchased by Grandpa at the Deseret book store. While Ducky doesn't get included in everything he still must be tucked in along with Monkey.
So, now we have little Harrison, when Harrison was a month old his Grandpa bought him a "Hare". Get it?! Hare-ison Ha-Ha! Anyways, just in the last few weeks as Harry has learned to roll around his crib we often times catch him doing just what Liam did with that Lamb, with his little bunny. It's not small enough to hold in his hands so he sucks on a paw and just rolls around with it like a wrestler. And even tho' he has other animals in his crib we always catch him with the bunny.
Well this was kind of an anti-climatic boring post but there you go, Grandpa's know their stuffed toys.

What Women Want

I have been married now for about 31/2 years, and I love my husband dearly, but. He is the most unromantic man in the world! I'm sorry honey but you are. So, for the 3 people who read my blog (I know you are all men) here's what women want. Or in other words here's what I want.
I want *someone (*read Jason) to express some appreciation for what I do and not just notice when I haven't done it. i.e. Doing the dishes, cleaning the kitchen/living room/bathroom/babies room, cooking dinner. I will be the first to admit that I don't do much laundry or dishes because I hate doing those things and I have been blessed with a husband who does pick up the slack in those areas and for that I am truly grateful.
I want *someone to recognize and be proud of my talents and achievements. (though they may be few and far between) A couple of examples: about a year and a half ago I got sick of looking at the little puppies that adorn the trunks we use as night stands. Since I knew we could not afford new night stands I scrounged up a little bit of money, went to Wal-Mart and bought a couple of yards of dollar fabric. I brought it home and with no pattern and just by measuring the trunks I made covers for them that fit almost perfectly. When *someone came home I was really excited to show him what I had done. I showed him, and did what most women do I pointed out that they didn't fit exactly right thinking he would say "oh no they look great, that's so great that you could do that!" or something along those lines. But no, he gave me the most crushing line he could have. He said with a completely blank expression "oh well I can just get myself a night stand at D.I." Even just writing that makes me remember how sad I was and still am every time I see those stupid trunks. The other example has to do with the math class I am taking. Math is REALLY hard for me and so I have been working extra hard to at least pass this class. I think about it all the time, I go over procedures and orders and rules in my head every night before I fall asleep, I spend hours on homework almost every night. I was having *someone check my homework when I was done but he always made it seem like it was such an imposition and after he checked it instead of saying encouraging things like "Wow you got 22 problems right and only 3 need to be looked at again" He would just tell me everything I did wrong. That hurt every time he did it. I stopped asking him for help when he told me that he didn't want to do my homework for me and if I didn't understand it I needed to go to the math lab. I want *someone to see how hard I try even if I don't succeed.
I want *someone to stop thinking that just because he's already got me for eternity he doesn't have to try anymore. You don't work really hard to impress girls you date and do everything they like to do and try and spend as much time as you can with them only to treat your wife like you don't care what she thinks of you. It doesn't make sense to me to go out of your way to be your best self for virtual strangers and not even try for your eternal companion and the mother of your children. Actually maybe it does make a little sense, your eternal companion will always love you. Where as virtual strangers may not like you at all if you showed that side.
A few other things that I want: A good kiss at least once a day(morning breath or not, you used to not care before we got married), At least ten minutes of serious conversation a day (without sarcastic comments or quotes from the Simpsons), I'd like to be asked how I'm feeling once in a while (whether physical or emotional), I'd like to be asked my opinion on things as if my opinion mattered (as if I hadn't already given it forcefully).
I suppose this could go on for quite some time so I'll just stop now. I'm sorry for those of you who are not *someone (I guess everyone is someone) but I think if you ask any woman what she wants her list wouldn't differ much from mine.

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P.S. Jason this link is for you.

Why can't I run other peoples lives?

I know what's best for everyone but myself, so why can't I just be in charge of someone else's life for a while.
I have this friend, she has been my friend for longer than anyone else ever (other than my brother). She is ruining her eternity. I can't say she is ruining her life (although it is certainly a possibility) because plenty of people in this world are doing exactly what she is and they think they are just fine. I know better, and she knows better. She just doesn't care right now.
I taught the Gospel of Jesus Christ side by side with this girl. We studied and prayed and struggled together to teach people we cared about why they shouldn't do the things that the world sees as ok. And now she has not just slipped into these things gradually or unknowingly she has jumped with both feet. I would never in a million years be judge her for I myself have struggled and slipped on occasion. But I hurt for her like a parent for a wayward child. If you read my post about teenagers you know how I feel about this. I have too many Sisters that have gone down this path I'm not sure I can handle one more.
I suppose since I can't run other people's lives I will just add one more person to my prayers.

Getting Our Priorities straight

My Husband and I recently took a trip to Las Vegas, and while I've always known the people in this country have their priorities very askew. Nothing will re-enforce this knowledge than a few minutes in a multi-billion dollar casino. It has always bothered me to see how much people (myself included) are willing to pay for entertainment. And how little people want to get involved in their children's education or anything else. One hotel/casino in this case The Aladdin cost $1.02 billion to build and I can't even guess how much money they take in in a day. I've seen people throw away as much as $5,000 all at once and not even blink.
Now I'm not supporting communism or anything but I understand the ideal behind it. The problem is people seem to need someone to tell them what to do. In the case of all the attempts at communism throughout history that person has turned into a dictator. In the case of our country right now, Hollywood and the media seems to be our dictator, and many are following.
My point is (if I have one) if the money from one hotel/casino or one big budget movie (including the money these things would take in) were put into the school system, or into making affordable housing for those of us that can't afford it but want to be proud of where we live, it wouldn't change the world but it would change lives. And maybe if it gave more kids a chance and desire to go to college they could continue to change lives and who knows maybe they could change the world.

What the heck is Algebra?!

I recently began taking a Pre-algebra class at the local college. I got through almost 2 classes before I had to reveal my own stupidity and ask the teacher what the heck he was talking about. Who in their right mind would estimate that adding 248 and 25 would result in 200? That's just stupid! Who decided all this? Who made up these words that nobody seems to be able to explain in English? AND WHAT IS AN IMAGINARY NUMBER!!!! Isn't it bad enough to try an figure out the numbers we do have, do we have to make up more?

Believing in something

Why do some people spend so much energy complaining about things they don't believe in, and trying to convince other people not to believe in it either? Why don't they spend this energy finding something they can believe in? Or why do they pick one little aspect of something and decide, because they disagree with that one thing everything must be wrong? Of course I know the answers to all these questions but I just don't understand why people act so illogically. I for one don't believe in Buddhism but I don't spend all my time researching more things about Buddhism that make me not believe in it (actually Buddhism has some really good things about it). I just want people to respect one another and their beliefs, is that ever going to happen?

Why I'm afraid to have teenagers

Have you noticed the state of the world lately? Kids are being bombarded from every side with pure trash and filth. My children are safe as long as they are young and only influenced by what I allow into my home, but that can only last for so long. In 4 years my oldest son is going to start school and I will no longer be in control of every thing that he is exposed to. I feel that once he starts school it will be me and my husband fighting the world for our son. The world expects and encourages teenagers to experience everything and experiment. The problem with that is many of the things they are pushed towards are addictive and dangerous. How do I help my children understand that even though the whole world says it's ok, it really isn't.

Confessions of a Star Wars addict

I'm not a crazy person that could tell you the exact number of sand people on Tatooine, or why Darth Vader didn't sense that Laia was his daughter, but I know stuff and definitely have my opinions about other stuff.
Okay so if you haven't seen Episode Three don't read this because it will either spoil it or it just won't make sense. The emperor says that only one has ever cheated death, and then Yoda tells Obi Wan that Qui-gon is back and going to train him, does that mean he is the one? The emperor also tells Anakin that there was a Sith that could manipulate midi-clorians and create life, is that where Anakin came from, remember his mother said he has no Father? Does Anakin actually bring balance to the force by being the evil counterpart to his own son? And how is the force balanced, does there have to be good and evil?
As for my addiction, I have sons named Liam and Harrison you do the math. In fact I was watching the original Star Wars while in the hospital giving birth to my second son and all those annoying contractions just kept distracting me.

A day in the life

I wake up. This is my first opportunity of the day to trash my room. Mommy has foolishly folded my blankets and stacked them nicely and that can't be left alone. Mommy finally wakes up when I unplug the baby monitor and blast her with static. Then it's on to a full day of making mommy and daddy tackle me to change my diaper, smearing food all over myself and whatever else is in reach, watching Spongebob and/or Toy Story for the millionth time, poking my baby brother, trashing my room several more times, and throwing temper tantrums because I can't watch Spongebob and/or Toy Story again.
Then it's bed time and you guessed it my final chance to trash my room, in the dark this time!
Why do I do these things you ask, Because I'm two and I can.

The Dictatorship of "Toy Story"

It's obvious that Woody is in charge of the toys in Andy's room because he is the favorite. Who established this system? No one voted for him to be in charge. When Buzz comes along and threatens Woody's rein, he knocks him out the window. Clearly Woody has some control issues and violent tendencies as seen when he throws checkers because slinky dog isn't waiting to play with him. Mr. Potato Head seems more than happy to get ride of Woody, so could it be that not everyone is happy with the dear leader?
Next time: "What is he thinking?!" a day in the shoes of a 2 year old.

The disturbing inaccuracies of Spongebob

I have a son who loves Spongebob. It makes him laugh although I never know why he is laughing. So if anyone watches as much Spongebob as I do (unlikely) you know what I'm talking about.
Why does it snow under water? Why does Gary the snail meow? Why do they have a beach and an ocean to go swimming when they are already under water? Isn't it wrong that Mr. Crabs sell Crabby patties? Why is Mr. Crabs daughter a whale? I know, I know, who cares it's only a cartoon show but this is what I have to think about all day.
Next time: The Dictatorship of "Toy Story"

nothing very important

I just thought I'd jump on the band wagon. I don't have no learnin' so I'm sure I don't have anything important to say but who cares right.