going to school

i think this may be tucker's favorite time of day--walkind the kids to school. when we actually get to the school, he is goo-gooed all over and he loves it. the kids love the attention as well.

he loves me...

i got an early mother's day card from mikey. he made it in his computer class. it's nice to know that he knows what is important to me. i sure do love him.




Happy Mother's Day

This coupon is good for:

go to bid win my mom siys and i wil do it .

i wil wock the dog

i wil clen the has

i wil go to bid win my mom sis

ho to wid a bik

by mikey



you git yur bik and git on the bik.

put yur fet on the peduls.

strt widn the bik.


if i hadn't fought for mikey to get the writing (they were teaching writing in the afternoons and he is only half-day so he missed out on the writing the first half of the school year--i fought hard for a schedule change and i got it--he was the only half-day kinder in his class) then i would never have this little gem.

SKI DAY!

the kids signed up for the ski days this year.  for two days they go up to vail and get lessons and ski all day.  anna was a bit nervous and mikey was sooo excited!my friend who has kids the same ages as mine (and same skiing ability--"never-evers") and i went up and spied on them.  here are some pics...






they had a blast! and i really couldn't believe how well they did...especially anna.

what's happening to my cute, nice boy?

i picked michael up from school. here's a bit of our (my) conversation:

me: mikey how was school today?

mikey: silence

me: mikey, did you have fun?

mikey: silence

me: did you sing? play games? read?

mikey: silence, again

me: more, more questions

mikey: silence

me: michael, how come you aren't answering me?

mikey: silence

me: michael, it's rude to not answer someone when they are talking to you.

mikey: mom, i am trying to ignore you.

me: (a bit stupified) well, you need to tell someone when you don't want to talk.

mikey: okay, i don't want to talk.

say what?

michael has really been into playing "paper, rock, scissors" lately. tonight we (shawn and i) were trying to coax michael into his bed with me laying by him (they ALWAYS want shawn).

shawn told him to come play "paper, rock, scissors" with me and then whispered in his ear something to the effect of "do nuclear bomb (which for those of you who don't know and don't get it--the nuclear bomb destroys paper, rock AND scissors).

well, mikey gets a sly grin on his face and comes and jumps on the bed. he reaches his hand over and starts tickling my bumb.

i guess he heard shawn say "go tickle her bumb."

my confused son

we were watching the view the other morning with "ross the intern" as a co-host. mikey was watching more intently than i thought.

he finally asked me, pointing to ross, "is that a boy o a guhl (i love the way he says girl)?"

i giggled and said, "oh he's a boy."

and mikey replied, "he is acting weelly guhly. why is he acting guhly?"

i could only laugh. mikey is apparently very observant.

nothing exciting, really

as we were finishing up a nice father's day dinner, mikey called out "who wants to play with me." cute little jenna (katie's second child) responded "i do" to which mikey then responded "i wasn't talking to you denna."

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shawn told me yesterday afternoon he went into the front room to watch some tv. anna was there watching her show. he asked her for the remote. with a look of some kind of annoyance, she replied, "okay. but only because it is father's day."

and he is only in preschool...

mikey informed me that "teacha asseley had a wed-see".
i couldn't figure it out.
"a red seat?" no
"a real seat?" no
"wuh, wuh, wed-see." he said--using the sounds he is learning, like a good boy.
"is it something you eat" no
"is it something you play with" no
"is it something you do" no
"is it something you wear" yes--finally
"is it a skirt" no
"is it a shirt" no
and i continued on with everything you could possibly wear from a hat to a pair of socks--and it was all no.
"wear do you wear it?" i asked
"on yo bum, mom." he said.
"oh," i finally got it. "a wedgie!"
"yes." he said. "sometimes when she dits down, she has a wed-see."
"michael," i told him, "tell teacher ashley to pull up her pants."

dance, dance, dance

the kids had their dance recital on saturday night. they did so good! kamille, their teacher, does such a great job--mikey even danced a little on the stage in front of everyone! the girls looked so cute with their costumes and make-up. it was a great time for everyone!

p.s. for those of you concerned that michael is in a dance class, no worries. i don't think shawn will let me put him in next year--he didn't know about this year until about half-way through. he wasn't too happy. he wants him in golf or baseball or some other sport--typical male. i don't see the problem--boys dance all the time--i can totally see michael on "so you think you can dance" in a few years. the guy who won last year was a returned missionary and everything!

mikey, in his own handwriting

he has learned to write his name. being a good mom, i told him that an e has only three lines. he told me it looks better with more. so, being a good mom, i let him keep all his lines.

just in case santa came early

mikey checked under the tree this morning first thing.
"dust in dase" he said.

mikey: "mom, i got all my running cothes on. i got my running pants. i got my running dirt. i got my running detdirt. i got my running dooes. do dey have running pool-ups?"
me: "sorry, bud, i don't think they have running pull-ups."

no, he is still not quite trained. potty YES! poop no.

1st grade and mawzzmeyos

okay, i am not quite sure what to do. 11:30 is coming and going and i feel like i should be picking anna up from kindergarten only she is in 1st grade now. i was thinking about this and decided i should go and make my bed. you know, do something. huh, the bed was already made. i had already done it. wow. it is only day three and i am at a loss as what to do. i know i have things to do it just seems that i shouldn't be able to get to them because of the kids. now, i don't have an excuse and i don't know what to do. huh. wow. this is a wierd feeling.
i told mikey i didn't know what to do and he said "you can get me a bow of mawzzmeyos" (bowl of marshmellows). so i did. now, what do i do? i got a whole 27 minutes before shawn comes home for lunch. huh. wow.

little listening ears are everywhere

my friend dropped off some stuff in our carport. this morning as we went out to the car, anna looks at the stuff and exclaims, "what the hell?"
do i say that?

back from the races...

Here they are--mikey is sooooooooooo excited! I love it. Mikey has his Tony Stewart Home Depot Nascar hat on. It was fun and I might even do it again--only if I win free tickets again. It was a great family outing even though at the end anna and i thought we were going to die of heat exhaustion. Fortunately they have a sonic in tooele--slushies definitely cooled us down.

off to the races...

I won tickets to the fat ass motorsports park for the "heroes of speed". shawn has been wanting to take mikey out there. so, although it isn't nascar, i think the boys and even anna will enjoy themselves. i suppose i am somewhat interested to see what it is like but i definitely will be taking a book.

Michael James Burton

Happy Birthday Michael James. He is four years old today. I remember 4 years ago when he was born. It was so blasted hot. I would venture to say it was hotter then than it is now. The hottest day EVER in salt lake was recorded that week he was born. 107 degrees. Oh, I remember.
I was so miserable. Our power kept going out. I would go and sit in the car in the carport with the air on. One time our macho policeman neighbor walked by and looked confusingly at me. I didn't care. I was miserable. I still had just over 2 weeks to go before his delivery. I had just gone to see Dr. Curtis and I was at a one and not completely effaced. AHHHHH! I wanted to be done with the pregnancy. But not quite ready for the extreme measure of the castor oil shake.
Mike, my brother-in-law, suggested we go for a ride in the canyon. He suggested that the change in altitude would perhaps get me into labor. I thought he was smoking his lunch. But I knew it would cooler in the mountains so I planned a family get-together with tinfoil dinners for Saturday evening the 27th.
I remember on our way down the canyon the contractions started. Shawn and I laughed. I had had so many braxton-hicks with Anna. But at about 2 am sunday morning I called my mom to come stay with anna. I went in and was monitored. The nurse was amazed at my contractions. I just knew they hurt. All I wanted was a morphine shot (I had a couple with anna because of my false labor). She checked me and I had not progressed at all since I had seen Dr. Curtis. She gave me the option of staying a bit longer (because of the closeness and the strength of the contractions) or I could get a shot and go home and sleep. I took the shot and went home.
I was soon disappointed. The contractions didn't go away and I didn't even come close to the happy peaceful sleepy feeling I usually got with the shot. By 9 am we were back at the hospital with anna safely in the arms of my mom at church. I was admitted at a six. I got my epidural. ahhhhhhhhhh.
Michael James entered the world that afternoon but not before causing me some pain. My epidural wore off right before he was coming out. I was SCREAMING and Dr. Curtis didn't want to have to sew me up with no anesthia in me (I didn't have to be sewn up). He sat down on a chair next to my bed and put his feet up on MY bed. He told Shawn to relax it would just take a minute. I don't think Shawn heard over my screaming. Those two contractions, one on top of the other, really made me appreciate modern medicine and technology. Michael is such a good boy. As Dr. Curtis held him up to announce we had a baby boy, Michael peed all over Dr. Curtis. He would have been 8 pounds but instead was 7 pounds 15 ounces.
What a joyous day. A good strong healthy baby boy.

number 10 of the previous post

it might oly be 95 degrees out and this might just be anna's christmas flannel nightgown, but he doesn't know that nor does he care. and i don't either. he obeyed when i told him to get jammies on. what a good boy and a cute one too.

potty time

you know your child is old enough to be potty trained when:

• he know when he has to go and you know when he has to go because he gets into his "pooping stance"
• he has a preferred brand of diapers
• when you buy him different brand of diapers, he learns all about them and then proceeds to show and tell his dad all of the "cool" features of the new diapers (extra stretchy at some areas, different tabs, etc)
• he can change himself by removing his old diaper (only when he is just wet and overflowing) and getting out a new diaper. then, he unfolds the diaper and stretches it out. he then pulls the tabs over to the front and does them up loosely. he then steps into the diaper (like underwear) and pulls them up. he adjusts the tabs to make sure the diaper is on good and tight. puts his pants back on and throws out the old diaper (what a good boy)
• he goes potty on the potty before the tubby and sometimes during routine diaper changes

okay, so i know it is time. i just don't care to push the issue. so everyone, leave me and mikey alone. we are happy with things just the way they are. diapers are a good thing.