Poohdles!

Eli and I were driving to work today. Eli was talking my ear off about who knows what! During one of the conversations he started talking about all the dogs he knows. He started naming all of them. Then he started talking about what kinds of dogs they all are. So, here is what he said:

Eli: "Mom, I know why they call them poodles."

Me: "Why?"

Eli: "Because they poop a lot! They are always pooping. You know poooohdles."

No, lie. That is our exact conversation. The kid really believes that is why they are called poooooohdles.

Happy Birthday G-Man

On Mother's Day, May 12th 2002 at 12:35 am, I became a mother for the second time. It was a wonderful Mother's Day present. The best thing was to not be pregnant any longer. I don't think I could have handled it for one more second (for those of you who saw me know how huge I get).

Gabe has been such a good boy. He has always been a momma's boy. When he was about three or four he would come in our room in the middle of the night just to tell me he loves me. Here are a few more things about Gabe:

• He has always loved tractors (you name it and he knows what it is)
• He loves to dig in the dirt
• He is my vanilla kid (blonde hair and vanilla icecream)
• He is a good eater
• He is very loving and kind
• He makes friends easy
• He loves to do anything outside
• This year he has learned to play basketball with his friends (Of course his dad doesn't teach him)
• This year he started BMX and has 14 trophies (I don't know what I am going to do with more)
• He loves school (reading, math, science etc.)
• He is a thinker, he thinks about everything

I love this kid, he is such a good kid. I just want him to know how much I love and appreciate him. He is my little G-Man!

A few pics:

Happy Birthday G-Man!

Nunn's Day

To my sisters, from Vegas to Chicago and back to SLC, it will be a rough Mother's Day. However, I am trying like you to remember the fun times. The memories that she brought us. I learned so much in the short 15 or 16 years that I knew her. I learned a lot from my mom too, but I learned different things from Nunn. Here is how we celebrated Mother's Day last year...

We opened Mother's Day gifts. Of course, the token picture frame that had pictures of all her grandkids (It even made her cry). What else would you give someone that had everything. I think she liked it though, she hung it on the wall and it is still there.

Then we celebrated Gabe's birthday. Of course she had a cake for him and she was right there with a spatula and paper plates ready to dish it up.

Then we went outside to play with some of Gabe's presents.

Then....this is the last thing she saw....

...until Eli came charging at us with the hose. We were all fast enough to dodge the water, except for Nunn. She sat there and got soaking wet. I think she was a little bit mad but she laughed about it too. So this year I am hoping that she had a good Mother's Day last year because I know I will never forget it!

Happy Birthday Eli!

I can't believe my baby is 5! How does that happen? This kid is a funny kid. He always says funny things. Here are a few things he has said just in the past couple weeks:

• Mom, do we have a local Geico representative?" (he heard a commercial on the radio while we were driving)


• I asked him how he hears these things and he said, "I don't know how to turn my ears off." (He hears everything, and I mean everything)


• "Hey, I know which cows make chocolate milk. The cows with brown spots."

I love this kid so much and we are so glad he is a part of this family. Troy especially loves him when he talks the whole six hour drive home from Las Vegas. He never shuts up. He loves to talk and talk and talk. However, we wouldn't trade him for anything! So....

Happy Birthday Eli!!!

Trying out for the Police Academy

So I took Eli to the doctor the other day for his Kindergarten check up and he had to get 4 shots. Our doctor always gives them tokens that they can redeem in little machines. This is what Eli chose...

...need I say more?

Stories

So I found out at Gabe's Parent Teacher Conference that he is a good story writer. His teacher says he just writes and writes. He writes three stories to the other kids' one. Last week he came home with this one. I think it says it all:

My Grandma

By Gabe Noorda

My Grandma died July 26th at midnight and it was so sad. I loved her.

We slept over a lot. I mean a lot, a lot with my cousins.

She bought us a lot of things, too.

We went over every Sunday.

She would read us a lot of stories.

She got sick, very sick.

She would do anything for us and she was very nice.


I thought this story was so cute. It proves to me that my kids still know her and miss her as much as we do. I hope they never forget how much she loved them.

One year

So it has been a year since I started my blog. I am not good at blogging, or writing or posting or whatever you want to call it. This is definitely not my forte. However, I started because some very close relatives moved far away and I was kind of forced into it to keep them up to date (you know who you are). Also, my mother-in-law wanted me to so she could see pictures of the kids even though she saw them almost every day. So one year ago I gave in. A lot has changed as most of you know (everybody reading this blog knows). Nunny is no longer here to read the blog and look at the pictures. I started this for her and she isn't here anymore. It sucks! However, we finally got her headstone, it is beautiful. So for Jill and Keli who aren't here, here it is.

And to Nunny, we love you and miss you more than words can say. Who knew so much would change in this short year. One year ago today, Nunny thought we were buying a minivan and now we are posting about her headstone.