he loves us and so you see, we are a happy family!

Above and Below: Brett had all three kids on his lap and bounced them

up and down over and over again. They were all in giggles

before it was over. (Brett included!)
I'm just so thankful to be married to a man who lets his children "hang out" with him while he's working and who is so HANDS ON involved in their lives. He's playful, patient, and genuinely interested in their lives. Unfortunately, I know not all kids can say that about their father. Thank heavens mine can. I might sound braggy, but I don't care. I'm proud of my man and not afraid to shout it from the rooftops!

for all you SVU fans out there...may you not be as obsessed as I am. * it's scary, really, but if you ARE, this vids for you, so turn off my playlist:

Season 10 can't start soon enough! Let's hope it's better than season 9. Something more like Season 7. (See? I'm a total L&O geek; self-proclaimed, I might add.)



Less than one week to go until the Season Premiere. Don't bother calling me Tuesday nights between 9-10. Now that we no longer have a DVR, I will not be available one hour a week due to a television program.
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And YES, I realize how pathetic that sounds.

me quirky? nah...

Whitney "tagged" me to list Six of my Quirks, but I'm only going to list FOUR since two were the same as hers (not wanting footprints in my fresh vacuum lines) and rewriting (and rewriting!) lists)--nice to hear a woman after my same heart:

1. My nose has to be clean. As in NOTHING inside it, even the smallest, teeny-weensiest booger. I just can't stand it. To the point that sometimes my inner nostrils feel raw because I blow and wipe my schnoz so much.

2. Nothing bugs me more than when my piano students rest the palms of their hands on the keyboard while they are playing. Wrists up! Wrists up! It's hard for me to bite my tongue when they are beginners (and I do bite my tongue) and I'm always so relieved when they crawl out of that bad habit! They play better and let's face it--LOOK much better!

3. Just before I go to bed I have to do two things or else I cannot sleep--even lately when I've tried to stop being so OCD about it, I toss and turn until eventually I get out of bed and do it anyway. I have to 1) peek in on my kids one last time to make sure they are sleeping comfortably (no blankets kicked off or no one about to fall out of bed) and 2) I check the doorlocks and my scentsy burners because I'm always paranoid I haven't locked the doors or that our house will catch on fire because I've left the Scentsies burning all night long.

4. For some reason the last load of laundry usually ends up staying in the dryer until the following week when I'm ready to start laundry all over again. I'm not sure why I do this. Sometimes I think I've forgotten about it and sometimes I think I'm so sick of doing laundry by the end that I just get lazy and think "I'll get it later"...and then I don't.

ladies & gents, BREAKFAST is served...

Our kids have recently taken to the idea of "cooking" breakfast for mommy and daddy. I'd be lying if I didn't say this scares me a little. One of these days, will I wake up to the smell of smoke because they've put something non-microwavable in the microwave or gotten brave enough to try cooking on the stove top? Or will I find a lake of spilled milk dripping onto my tile floor? All fears aside, however, it is the sweetest feeling in the world to know you children excitedly conspired this sunrise surprise just for you!!!

Here's a picture of our first juvenile-made feast: toast and orange juice. Nothing like a Dora Cup of OJ to help wash down a delicious bite of toast

which has been saturated with a "healthy"-sized serving of butter.

YUM! Every bite tasted of LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!

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What we thought was the best part, however, was the "check-list" we found that Halle had made of things they had to do. Is she my daughter, or what??? THREE CHEERS FOR LISTS!

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(We did have a talk about how them cooking breakfast is such a treat because it doesn't happen that often--I think I was able to quell any desire to do it everyday by presenting the notion that surprises are fun because they are rare. We also had to cover "toaster-safety" as I had visions of them inserting forks or knives in order to retrieve a stuck piece of bread.)

9.11

I realize it's one day after the anniversary and that this post may have been more appropriately-timed 24 hours ago, but yesterday I just couldn't do it. I just couldn't let my mind go back to that day. Sometimes there are memories still too fresh, too raw...do you have those, whether about 9/11 or anything else, where you feel you just do not have the emotional reserve to allow yourself to visit those memories? That's how I felt yesterday. Any time my mind drifted to the idea that it was a somber anniversary, I found myself quickly pushing it away, trying to ignore it. Our morning had already started off on a depressing note, as my in-laws beloved family pet of over a decade had passed away...I just couldn't do more. In fact, I think I did everything I could to avoid the obvious date. I did laundry, cleaned the bathrooms, took the kids for a long bike ride, and even went out to dinner with some girlfriends. But it was after dinner. After the sun had gone down where the day finally caught up with me, in the silence of a house with three beautiful children sleeping upstairs--safe and free. I turned on the television and what did it happen to be on? The History Channel just as it was starting it's "102 Minutes that Changed America" program. Basically a minute-by-minute account (in real time) assembled from audio and video taken by professionals and amateurs on that fateful day. Watching it made you feel as though you were there...in New York...a bystander witnessing history and tragedy. I was tired and it was late, but I couldn't turn it off. I was taken back to my own experience that day. Everyone has their own that will never be forgotten. Here's mine. It's not a pleasant read, how could it be, but someday it will be important that my children read it and realize what we all went through that day.

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I was pregnant with Halle--in fact, she was born on Tuesday, September 25, two weeks from that very day. At that time, I was working for SkyWest Airlines and had recently transferred from the airport to their training facility downtown Salt Lake. Following my morning routine, I flipped on the TV so I could listen to the Today Show while I got ready. But as soon as the screen was lit, the television aired dramatic images of smoke that had me frozen in place. I sat, kneeling on the floor, for probably ten minutes as I tried to take in the shock of it all. Brett was on his way to class at the U and I remember thinking, "I've gotta call Brett." My other thought was that my job was going to probably be busier today as I knew air space over New York was restricted, and anytime that happens, no matter where in the country, it affects every airline in some way as passengers have to be rerouted, etc. I called Brett and told him about this terrible "accident".

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Just as I was wrapping up my phonecall and getting ready to turn my back to the TV, a motion on the screen caught my eye. A burst of flames and audible gasps from Katie Couric and Matt Lauer. I recall yelling into the phone that there had been an explosion and Brett was asking me "What happened? Calm down! What happened?" I kept him on the phone as I watched and within a minute the news had rebroadcast the footage and it was very clear. A 2nd plane had flown itself into another building. It was now obvious to everyone that this tragedy was no accident, but rather something deliberate and full of hate. I immediately began to cry and told Brett I had to get to work, that I knew there would be complete chaos at the airport. I got ready as quickly as I could and drove to the TRAX station. On the way I called my mother-in-law because I knew my father-in-law was back East on business and was supposed to fly home that morning. I was in a panic as I could not reach him myself and wanted to make sure she knew to tell him to NOT get on the plane. She said she had already spoken to him and as expected, all planes were grounded. Next, I called my boss and asked her if she wanted me to go to the airport to help the ticket agents. She told me that actually, at the moment, they did not need help as they were not yet rescheduling passengers, since no one knew when to reschedule them for. How long would planes be grounded? Did airports need to be evacuated? Did all luggage need to be rechecked for security purposes? All of these questions were being presented to airport personnel. Instead, I was needed downtown to help get our crews home. That's when it hit me.

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The flight crews. Rumors had already spread that the two planes had been hijacked, likely the most terrifying scenario a flight crew could face. Of course, I did not know the flight crews of those planes personally, but like most jobs, people that work in the same field feel a sense of brotherhood or in the very least commonality. Here I am, standing at the TRAX station, and I've started to sob because I've had a mental picture of what the morning must have been like for them. Starting out the day like any other: putting on their uniforms, packing their small carry-ons with the brightly-colored plastic "CREW" tags attached to the handles. Kissing their loved ones goodbye if they are leaving their home that morning, or taking the elevator down to the lobby from their hotel room if they were doing a stand-up shift. Arriving at the airport, they would have checked-in with Crew Scheduling and participated in a briefing about an hour before take-off, overviewing the flight plan and doing their preflight work. They may have experienced what I had many times when I worked Flight Operations at SkyWest...they may have stopped into Operations and enjoyed a bagel or a cup of coffee as they joked and visited with the ground airline employees. As they entered the aircraft, they would have said hello to the ticket agents who were working their particular flight. That brought a whole new range of emotion to me as I thought of that. The ticket agents. I was a ticket agent. What if you were that ticket agent who had personally exchanged conversation with those terrorists, checking them in, asking them how they were doing that morning, checking their ID, which appeared to be valid, and then taking their ticket as you bid them a good flight? Closing the flight and walking the manifest to down to the flight crew. That would stay with you the rest of your life. And even though you had done your job, the guilt that you would feel. And what about after take-off? The horror and pain the crew and the passengers went through in-flight. A lot of people may joke about flight attendants being glorified waitresses, not crediting the months of intense training a FA endures before their first flight. Their first and foremost duty is the safety of the aircraft cabin and its passengers. I suppose we'll never know every detail of those flights, but I felt physically ill as months later we heard of the audio reports from the black box of United 93 where in the background a FA can be heard pleading for her life, the pilots lay dead or dying. So many people were murdered that day. People in the towers, people on the ground by the towers, or the heroic rescue workers running into the towers when everyone else was running out. People in Washington, D.C. serving our country at the Pentagon, and all the passengers on board the planes. But the thoughts that consumed me the most at that moment were the kind of people I worked with everyday. The Captains, First Officers, and Flight Attendants, who had simply gone to work, not realizing that their "work space", their aircraft, would be their vehicle to their graves, as well as missiles used to kill thousands others.

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The rest of that day was spent trying to find hotel and travel accomodations for the many SkyWest crew members who were now stranded in cities, unable to fly home. I was at the front desk but I could hear coworkers in the copy room watching the news on an antenna television with poor reception. At one point, I could hear from that room my coworker Amber stifle a scream. She came out seconds later sobbing, "They're jumping! Jumping out of buildings. I saw them jump, holding hands!" That night Brett just held me as we both watched the TV and cried. Eventually, he said we ought to turn it off, that it wasn't doing us any good to keep watching the footage over and over. I cried myself to sleep with my husband's arms around me, and all I could think of were all the spouses who's arms were empty.

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Looking back into the days and weeks that followed, don't you find it interesting that at that time, no one objected to public prayer or public expressions of pleading for Diving Intervention? Flags were everywhere. Patriotism was everywhere. So was God. And everyone felt so desperate, felt a need for a God, that nobody objected. Nobody protested or felt their rights were violated.

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How soon we forget.

confessions of an odd-eater:

There is something about Brett being gone that puts me into absolute ANTI-COOKING mode. For some reason, when he is not here, it's more difficult for me to get the kids to eat the more "grown-up" meals (you know...normal stuff, like chicken and rice, lasagna, blah-blah-blah). So I don't even try. Instead we have "kid stuff"...mac 'n cheese, Campbell's chicken noodle soup, pancakes. Stuff I don't have to force feed with a back hoe. The only problem is none of that kind of food appeals to me after a long day of single-parenting, so what usually ends up happening is me sitting and visiting with the kids while they eat their dinner. Then, after they go to bed, I eat whatever sounds good but does not require much preparation. Here's where things get interesting. When I am the only responsible adult around, I eat the stupidest stuff. There. I admit it. Take last night for example. Once I had the house to myself I settled down for a real pathetic feast. First, I finished off the last half of a small jar of green olives. Then I moved on to the three remaining dill pickles that have been sitting lonely in the back of our fridge for a month. I was thirsty, but had a hankerin' for something sweet, so I had a large glass of chocolate milk. Popped in a DVD. Watched half of it before deciding the olives and pickles didn't cut it. Paused the DVD while I set myself up with 3 slices of bread and a generous puddle of A-1 Sauce to dip it in. Don't forget the string cheese and a tall ice water to wash it all down with. I know, I know. I'm nuts. Now, I must defend myself (if it's at all possible at this point) by saying typically I fill my nights with a heaping bowl of cereal. But after three days of Marshmallow Maties and Honey Bunches of Oats, I was feeling a little "cerealed-out". How I made the leap from cereal to A-1, one will never know. I think I've mentioned in the past how much I love sauces, so I guess at the time it didn't seem "off". Heck, at least I was eating it with bread instead of a spoon! Now that would just be weird.

i'm just a kid who's four, each day i learn some more...

Wyatt has been looking forward to his new PRESCHOOL ADVENTURES for many, many months now! So has Mommy... It's weird to have him gone, even if it's only for a few hours twice a week, but I am so anxious for him to have more social interactions with other children and he is more than ready to learn, learn, learn! He's such a sponge, absorbing everything around him. He's attending Foxtales Preschool and so far we feel great about things. His teacher, Miss Amy, seems more than qualified, and I like that she is so organized and purpose-focused. Here are some pictures of his preschool "firsts":

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At "Meet The Teacher" Night

Making a "frame" Miss Amy was going to glue his picture onto

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Getting ready for a storytime

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Rico Suave on his first morning of school, September 2

Like his new duds?

He was so pumped about wearing new school clothes!

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Miss Amy, Mr. Wyatt, and the bright Sunshine

on our FIRST DAY!!!

leavin' on a jet plane...and eating bean dip.

Well, this Sunday evening I find I have the entire house to myself. OK...myself and my three beautiful, funny, and at the moment, hyper-active children. After lunch and FHE, Brett hopped on a Southwest jetplane for 113 degree weather in sunny Arizona. He'll be gone for a week, enjoying the life of a bachelor (the kind that wear a gold wedding band). I, in the mean time, will enjoy days filled with kid-friendly dinners (when he's gone it's usually mac 'n cheese or pancakes for dinner) and hearing every creak this house makes at night (my "manly-beefcake" won't be here to protect me from the imaginary home-intruders that my mind conjures up in paranoia). It will also be an interesting week as it is our first to "endure" with downgraded cable. (But it feels soooo good to save $$$!) No more DVR. No more HD-TV. No more channel above 25, and really, we don't get that many since about 6 of them are either shopping networks or in a language 4 out of 5 people in this house do not understand. (I'm actually starting to wonder if Brett really has legitimate "work" down in Phoenix or if he's using it as an excuse to get himself back to CABLE TELEVISION... Hmm...I definitely have my suspicions.)

While he is there, I asked him to please eat at our favorite restaurant in Gilbert. If I can't go there myself, I'll "eat" vicariously through him. Moly Moly, I miss the bean dip, the horchatas, and the shrimp-mango quesadillas at Gecko Grill. (Any East Valley Arizonan knows exactly what I'm talking about!)

So honey, know that I'm (we're) missing you while you're away. Try to have fun during your short time free of family responsibilities, and...we'll keep the light on for you.

gearin' up for another year of learnin'

The all-important backpacks.

SIDE VIEW and STRAIGHT ON:

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And here we are.

Halle, the mighty 1st-Grader standing in front of Washington El.

with her co-student & gal-pal Hannah Banana. (I'm loving the legs crossed!)

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Is this the door opportunity knocks on?

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Wyatt had fun helping big sister find her seat.

Oh, and he just had to wear his backpack, too!

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Here is Mrs. M.

Remember how much you idolized your elementary school teachers???

I wanted to grow up to look just like and be just like my first-grade

teacher, Mrs. Womack...I thought she was the nicest lady and so perdy...

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It was probably disruptive, but I couldn't resist:

I snuck in one last picture after the bell rang and class started.

There's our A-student!

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Day 2: Riding the bus to-and-from:

I love how she looked that morning! I wish I would have gotten a better picture without the glare of the sun! Her bus stop is super-convenient, being just at the end of our street. It was a leap of faith for this over-protective mommy to let her baby be driven back and forth by really a stranger on a bus that potentially could be occupied by a few children with values that may be less than ideal, but it's been a good growing experience for us both. Mostly me (let's be honest). She's doing great walking home by herself (with Mom watching out the window like a hawk!) and has even told me about when the "older kids" were being bullies or vulgar and how she chose to change seats closer to the front.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

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That's my girl.

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Playing with sweet friend, J., at the bus stop.

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Talking to daddy and telling him all about school!

toothless wonder

On the back of our pantry door I have a list of chores the kids can do to earn money. Halle has been saving her pennies to buy a new clock/radio/CD player for her room. She's got $7 out of $10 earned already ($10 is Mom's special price). Let me tell you...at the rate she's going, she's not going to have to do any more chores to make up the $3 difference! In the past month, the tooth fairy has paid her for three, yes THREE, chompers! She's losing teeth left and right! I keep teasing her that soon all she'll be able to eat is applesauce and pudding! The third tooth (the bottom one) she lost at school, which made it all the more EXCITING!