It really is hard to get a picture of the two of these girls together. This is probably our best Easter shot. I forgot to get a picture in their Easter dresses -- bummer!
More candy?!
Enjoying a little whipped cream with Daddy.
Sammy with President Monson ... I mean, Uncle John. Yeah, I'm not sure why this is, but when I point to a picture of Pres. Monson and ask Callie who it is, she says it's Uncle John.
Easter morning (the Easter bunny happens to come on Saturday here) and all the thrill of finding her basket! She's mostly super excited about the tootsie roll in her hand.
So, here's the thing. A girl needs her girls. It's just the way it is. You can love you husband to pieces. You can love your kids so much you want to eat them (though really, isn't that just kind of gross?). But, I have found that I need my girls. I don't need many, but I need some who I can laugh with and be crazy with...who I can just talk to. These two girls just happen to be some of my best girls. Reagan has her hands full with 3 kids (Adriel and the twins are only like...17 months apart?), husband finishing school -- now finished, moving, etc. Marci has her hands full with 2 kids and big time allergies with the one. You all know my story. We all needed a reason to take a break from our little families...so we did. And we met up. It was a short weekend, but it was amazing what it did. We all went home feeling rejuvenated. We ate, we ran, we slept in, we shopped, we laughed, and cried, and talked and talked and talked. I met them freshman year at BYU. That was over 10 years ago now. They are my buds. It was sad to leave them (yes I cried) but I was really excited to see Marcus and my little girls back at home.
Marse and Reggs, just know that I'll eat Thai food with you any day, anywhere...maybe in 2013.
When Analisa was here, she and her friend got a hamster...Callie loved the little hamster. But a few times I was afraid that we were going to have a Of Mice and Men moment. Luckily little Rod lived, but he is currently living in another home while Analisa is gone. If he ever returns, great will be Callie's joy I tell you!
It's been awhile now since I really shared what's going on in our lives. I know our adoring fans (family) want to know...so...here comes a slew of posts.
About a month ago, we took the family on a visit to the quaint little city of Visalia. Why? Because that's where Uncle Ted, Aunt Peggy, and Hunter, Jackson, and Brayden are. The weekend was so much fun, Callie couldn't handle it. She had to sleep like this (see below) on the way home.
We did some hanging upside down while we were there.
Holding babies.
Watching movies.
Chewing on cups.
And gettin' all cleaned up.
Fun was had by all, except Jenny whose fun was not as grand because, well, I got really sick and threw up. Not so much fun. I stayed in bed a lot. Too bad. We'll have to take the trip again.
There have been a few times in my life when I've been in crisis mode. Not crisis because of events that are going on, but because certain events AREN'T going on anymore in my life. When I got home from my mission,shortly after getting married (this in no way reflects my love for dear Marcus), when Samantha was about 11 months and I was getting a tad overwhelmed with her, and actually....recently...I just feel like I'm super boring and OLD. Back in the day, my glory days, I was a hoot, the life of the party. (Or so I thought) My identity was wrapped around the fact that I was a fun (and kind and all that other stuff) person. I was responsible and people called me "mature" for my age -- I really fooled 'em -- but I was fun. F. U. N. fun. I loved making people laugh, I was spontaneous, always up for most anything, threw parties, had egg fights (ouch), went to concerts, danced, contorted my face into really ugly looking faces and we took pictures of those faces, made crazy home videos....I was appropriately crazy. Sure sometimes I was over the top, but as long as we were all laughing, right? hmmm At times I have reflected on my past personality and think "I'm so different." In some ways this is a good thing. But in others -- I miss the Jenny of old. She was fun. She was carefree. She was who I still sometimes think I am, until I realize I'm not. And that's sad. I realize that I'm tired, boring, very scheduled, and practical. Aside from being tired, these aren't necessarily bad things. When I have these realizations, I change things up a bit to try to find old Jenny, and just make her Jenny 3.0 instead of Jenny .5...to wipe down the cobwebs and spring clean my soul.
And usually when this happens, I realize that I pretty much love my life, and I'm really not ALL that different. (There's something to be said for maturation, but that's for another day.) I still dance in the kitchen, make funny faces, sing really loud, enjoy a good concert now and again. Instead of making my own crazy home videos, I make our kids do them! I squish up their faces to make them make funny faces. We dance in the kitchen together. Some things haven't changed too much. I love my life.
I came across this video, and not only was I laughing, but it also made me feel great about the stage I'm currently in. Bring on the minivan, because you know what...in the words of Callie, it's just pretty much funky fresh.
It really is hard to get a picture of the two of these girls together. This is probably our best Easter shot. I forgot to get a picture in their Easter dresses -- bummer!
