11 Years

Well, today is our eleven year anniversary. We have already been married eleven years! I am sure you are all amazed we made this long, as am I! Where has the time gone? I have to say it has been a very fun eleven years filled with adventures and joys. Ryan is the best husband I have ever had! Ha ha, hope that's always true!

All kidding aside, I love this man who takes care of me and our growing family in every way. He is a hard worker and is always coming up with new ideas, which I have grown to love. I love that he dreams big and approaches everything in life with optimism and enthusiasm. Ryan is the best dad, he never misses anything that is important to the boys and he will stay up all night to get work done so he doesn't miss out on family time. He inspires me to be better and dream bigger. He is my everything, thank you for the best years.

Back to School

Grade One is upon us. Truthfully, Connor has already completed 4 weeks of school and I am behind, again. He has truly enjoyed his first grade year, so far. He has a great teacher that lets him have two recess breaks and lunch! Wow, miracles happen when you go from half day to full day!
However, there is one problem with grade one, according to Connor, and that is GIRLS! He has spend the majority of his recess breaks and lunch times running away from stinky girls that are trying to kiss him. Let me ask all you mothers out there who have 6 year old girls, are they all so promiscuous? Okay, so I know there are plenty of nice girls out there, but what do I do about the little flirts chasing and kissing my son? Maybe I should stop making him match, wear deodorant (yes he needs it!), and brushing his teeth. I am at my wits end with this "problem". Not to say that Connor doesn't do his fair share of tauting and teasing the girls into their hormonal craze, but is this normal to start so young? I agree, he is a handsome little fellow, but he is also so annoying and has cooties, can't they see this?
On another note, we were told that our son is a stinking genius! Well, maybe not genius, but he is smart. He has tested at a grade 4 level for reading, writing, spelling and math. Pretty darn good, I had no idea and still wonder as to the origin of his cleverness. But we are going to keep that quiet from him. He doesn't need a bigger head than he already has. But we are very proud of him and his efforts to learn, he LOVES school and everything about it, except maybe that his mom is mean and packs him a lunch, even on macaroni and cheese day. Can you believe the injustice?

Life Happens

I wish I could say that I have been negligent on posting lately because I have been so extremely busy crossing things off my to do list, but alas, that is not true (at all). We have just been "busy" living life. August has flown past me without notice and September is upon us, does that mean cooler weather for Utah? If not, I may need to be leaving for good! Maybe that has been my problem, the heat has made me lazy and stupid!

But we have still been busy doing fun things and sending Connor back to school. We were able to go up the canyon a few times in August, roast some marshmallows, have some great dutch oven cooking and enjoy the scenery.

As you can see, we spend equal amounts of time taking baths after each day spent outside, what is about boys and finding any dirt, mud and mess that you can? They have thoroughly enjoyed themselves this summer.

We were able to visit the county fair one evening and the boys really had fun. Of course they wanted to spend all their time on rides, but when the Ferris wheel makes you scared out of your pants, your rides are limited! The boys screamed like little girls! So I wanted to take the kids into the animal barns and show them all the animals and give them all the exciting facts that I know from growing up a farmer. But apparently the barns "stink" and it is "so gross", etc. Can you say citified? These boys need to go back to their roots. They wouldn't even pause for 30 seconds to watch the cattle being shown and judged, after all I spent many a summer training cattle and showing them, I knew which ones would win, but they were not interested and neither was their dad. Cotton candy and thrill seeking rides were calling their names! Time to get back to the country.