May 24, 2008

School's Out for Summer!


Raegan has successfully finished her very first year of preschool and she loved every minute of it, I also loved every minute of it! She did so well! I am so proud of all the things that she has learned. Her teacher this year was Mrs. Rodabough and she was great with the kids, firm, but loving which is exactly what Raegan needs. When I had my parent teacher conference with Raegans teacher I was told that Raegan has learned more then expected at this age and that she is tender, loving, and the leader of the class. This is something that Raegans church teachers have also told me. Mrs. Rodabough said that at times she feels as if she has a mini me in the class and sometimes Raegan has to be reminded that she isn't the teacher. I'm glad that Raegan is building self confidence, I hope that it doesn't come back to bite me in her teenage years.Mrs. Rodabough, Sariah, and Raegan

McKenlie and Raegan on the first day of school.

Macy's First Haircut


Snip, snip! I know what you're all thinking, isn't Macy over 2 years old and she hasn't had a haircut until now! Well, it's true, I thought I would try to grow her hair out long so that I could do fun hair-do's. The mullet got to be too much for too long, so we had to say goodbye to her semi-long locks. Heidi was good enough to come to my house to trim her up and give her a really cute new do that I just love on her. Macy was great during her haircut, and we kept her distracted with treats to avoid any problems; once again, I'm using food to control her. I promise I really do put a limit on her treats a day, every time I turn around Macy is asking for food. Like I said before, the girl loves to eat! Anyway, I love her haircut and thank you Heidi for making her darling!

May 19, 2008

Farewell Jazz!


Well, it's all over for the Jazz and I had to bid a farewell to them. The past couple years Kurt has gone in on season Jazz tickets with a couple of buddies and we all split up the games. I have to admit I'm not a die hard fan but I loved going to the games with Kurt and cheering them on. If your ever going to sit next to Kurt during a game you have to be prepared to be deaf in the ear that's next to him because he screams so loud and is on his feet the entire game. I'm also sure that he's purchased a new Jazz t-shirt every time he attends a game.
Kurt is a sports fanatic and I have to say that I'm grateful that we don't have a pro football team. I already become a football widow during NFL . To be honest, I want to cry when it's football season. Anytime Kurt is home he is watching some sort of sport it doesn't matter what it is, he loves it all. It is his obsession. Putting all that aside, I did enjoy being apart of one of his loves and I'm sad to see the Jazz go this year.

May 16, 2008

Raegan Jo

It's been awhile since I wrote down all the crazy stuff that Raegan says. So today I decided to take notes, here's what I got so far:

Raegan, "Mom, I know where Jesus lives."
Me, "Where?"
Raegan, "On the Earth by the snow penguins in the July."
Me, " Honey, he lives in Heaven with Heavenly Father."
Raegan, very frustrated with me, "I KNOW!!!"


Raegan, "Guess what's in the clouds!"
Me, " What?"
Raegan, "Chocolate strawberry icecream!"


Raegan was yelling at me to come wipe her bum in the bathroom. I come in and say "Stinky!"
Raegan says, "But don't you like my poo poos Mom?"
Me, "no"
Raegan, "But their girls!"


Raegan, "Mom can you do me a favorite?" (favor)
Me, "Yes, what is it?"
Raegan, "Can you go in the kitchen and I'll tell you I want a cookie and you say no and then I'll think I'll have a brand new favorite. I will just wat one cookie at a brake, can you do that as a favorite?"

May 9, 2008

ROAD. TRIP. ROAD...

TRIP! That's what my new van kept chanting to me, so off to Vegas and St. George we went! We met Chris and Stormi and their kids there and swam, swam, swam. It was so nice to be in sunny weather and spend some time as a family.
I've decided that when we have endless amounts of money we'll move to a warmer climate for the months of January through May.

Macy hated the water, anytime someone would ask her if she wanted to get in she would put her hand out and yell, "NO SWIM!". I had to teach her to at least yell, "NO THANK YOU!".
We couldn't get Raegan out of the water, although she wouldn't go in the water without her life jacket. Good thing were taking swimming lessons this year.

April 29, 2008

Is Image That Important?

So the time has come to make a very important decision in my life. The question is to be cool or to be practical. It has been a rough road. Sometimes, I believe the answer to to be cool, for instance, if you have a great pair of shoes that look great but feel horrible and you know your feet will be in pain for days after wearing them, sometimes it's worth it.

Is this one of those situations? Well I after much deliberation, I've decided that the practical side of this situation outweighed the cool side. So yes......I am proud to say that I am an owner of a shiny, new, black.....mini van! However this is not just your average mini van, oh no, outside of the automatic sliding doors it contains: a computer system, satellite t.v., 2 DVD players, i pod (in the computer system), channel changer on the steering wheel, back up screen, like 20 cup holders, seat warmers, rear air control, back windows that roll down, and much more. I could live in this thing. By the way, it's okay to brag about a mini van, because after all, it's still a mini van. There's no getting around it.

I've never been one of those kind of people that really cares what I drive, as long as it's in good condition, fits my kids, and gets me to where I need to go then I'm happy. No matter how nice my car is, let's face it, it's going to be full of french fries, fishy crackers, and Macy's shoes and socks that she takes off the second I strap her in.

The lease on Kurts truck is up, so we had to make a decision to whether get him a new car, or let me get something with more seating, which I really needed. Even with only two kids I think three rows of seating is essential. Just this year I wasn't able to car pool with everyone I wanted to to preschool because I was the only one who didn't have enough room in my car.
The leases on these new vans in the month of April were awesome so we did it. Don't think I'm crazy, but Kurt brought home a decked out Durango for me to test drive, but I choose the mini van instead, with gas prices, I just couldn't do it. I didn't want to feel trapped in my house because I didn't want to spend the money on gas. Did I mention that mini vans have auto sliding doors? This feature alone sold me, no more freaking out when Raegan opens her door in the parking lot and nails the car next to her. No more Raegan running around the car while I put Macy in her car seat, she can just get in all by herself. No more not being able to transfer anyone else in my car. I'm excited about it, all y-all should go purchase yourselves a fancy mini van, and be not ashamed.

Kento-Bean

My dads business has launched a new website, basically he writes funny stories on it, that's what I've gathered so far. He's extremely talented and is one of those do it all kind of guys. When ever I have any sort of random question, I ask my dad, I swear to you he knows everything about anything. I love him dearly.
Check it out! Yes that is my dad's picture, what do you think? Do we look alike? Nah.
http://dev.570knrs.com/pages/kentsmith.html

April 25, 2008

Why I'm the Mom

So my aunt Becky has given a grosser than gross challenge. I'm pretty sure that my mouse post qualifies. But I wanted to post something for Kurt concerning this. This actually isn't even a gross thing, but in my cute hubbys head there isn't anything more repulsing.
So heres the story:
A few months ago Kurt had the morning off. We were following our usual morning routine. I bathed to the kids and was getting them dressed. I was standing in the laundry room ironing Raegans shirt when Kurt comes running, no, I'd should say sprinting around the corner, throws a tub of disinfecting wipes at me and slams himself into the bathroom. Next thing I hear is him puking his guts out. It sounded like WWII, it went on and on. My heart started pounding and I'm thinking something is terribly wrong with my husband, I'm also thinking that the toilet must be filled to the top and he should do a mid flush (sorry, that's gross but you must know he threw up a ton). As I stand outside the door wondering if were going to be making a trip to the hospital or not, the toilet flushes and out walks my ever so calm husband. He says to me "Do you mind cleaning up Macy's diaper on the bathroom floor from her bath this morning?" and he starts to walk away. No explanation for what just went on.
I'm still worried and I ask him what the heck is going on? He tells me that he stepped on Macy's overly wet diaper and the crystally stuff in the diaper squirted on the wall and he was cleaning it up when he started dry heaving and he just couldn't take it anymore. Really! Stepping on a wet diaper made my husband vomit like crazy. I still laugh when I think about it.
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