The Best Valentine's Day Surprise EVER!

KK-

I did it!  I pulled off a monumental surprise Valentine’s Day for Big D.  I was honestly worried that he had figured out what was going on, especially when I blabbed the secret to so many people.  Luckily I had a lot of help from friends and family to help me keep it secretive.  

 Big D thought we were going out to dinner on Saturday since that was the night I could get a babysitter.  He was surprised when I handed him an envelope at dinner on Friday night.  Inside the mushy card were 2 tickets to a BYU basketball game, to see his “mancrush”: Jimmer Ferdette.  I was hoping for Big D to jump out of his seat with extreme enthusiasm, but I had to remind myself that he is not me (or YOU!).  Instead he said, “BYU basketball tickets - Cool!  But you do know this game is in Utah tomorrow, right?”

“YES!!! That is part of the present.”

“How are we getting there?  What are we doing with our boys? What about everything we have scheduled on Saturday?”

I excitedly informed him that I had taken care of everything.  Baby Cub was flying with us while T Bear would stay in Seattle and be babysat by some friends.  I also told him that his family was going to the game and that they couldn’t wait to meet Baby Cub.

As we packed and got everything ready for our weekend getaway, Big D started to get more and more excited.  

Baby Cub getting ready for his first airplane ride.

We flew to Utah with the only complaint being that Baby Cub won’t take a pacifer, so that made the plane ride a little rough.  After our arrival, we had a pizza lunch with my siblings (Thanks KK, Kelv & Alene, Btown & Jose for making it happen) and pumped ourselves up by watching some Jimmer Ferdette on Youtube.  

It was so exciting to be back a BYU basketball game.  Although our seats were at the top of the Marriott Center (literally), being at a sold out game was thrilling.  

A cute little family with 2 young boys dressed in BYU Jimmer jerseys sat right in front of us.  I just stared at them wishing my T Bear was there.  Finally, I had to lean over and tell the mom that I was just loving watching her boys.  She said her boys are ages 2 and 4, and that they love Jimmer.  The fight over who gets to be Jimmer when they play together.  I told her that I had 2 little boys as well, but she was probably thinking that I was a crazy lady stalking them.

Jimmer had a rough first half of the game, but things started picking up in the second half.  The crowd was going wild for Jimmer Ferdette (did you see Btown’s sign?).

The 2 year boy in front of us stood up on the bench and yelled, “GO JESUS!”  Big D and I busted up laughing.

He kept yelling “Go Jesus” while everyone else was cheering for Jimmer.

I reached over and said to the mom with a smile, “I can tell you talk a lot about Jesus and Jimmer at your house.”

The mom replied, “Yes, I guess you can tell who we worship at our house.”

The BYU Cougars did not let us down and beat Utah.  After the game, we decided to go get T Bear a little $5 BYU shirt.  The did not have any left in his size, so I grabbed a little BYU squishy ball.  I stood in the wrong line at the souviner table.  When I went over to the correct line, there was not a line.  It was a herd of people crowding around the cash register.  No one could tell who was next.  The poor cashier was trying quickly to process everyone’s purchases and kept telling everyone to form a line.  No one wanted to budge.  

How ridiculous, I thought.  And before I could even think about it, I took over the situation.  

“Alirght, that is enough.  We are making a line people!” I said loudly.  I literally started shoving people back into a line.  People were shocked, and moved into the line I was creating.  Then, since I formed the line, I stood towards the front.  I figured you can cut in a line if you created it.  There was one guy kind of to the side of me, I said to him, “Are you in line?” 

He said, “I will do whatever you tell me to do.”

“Then get in line in front of me,” I ordered.

“Oh no, Type A personalities go first,” he said. 

“Is that because you are scared of me?” I asked.

“Yes.  I am scared of women,” he replied.

He stepped line behind me, and I quickly bought my ball and was on my way.  Big D watched this all happen from a safe distance where no one would know that he was my husband.  

We spent the rest of the weekend with Big D’s family so they could get to know Baby Cub.  Even though it was a quick trip, we were anxious to get back to our T Bear.

I told Big D that I had won.  He wanted to know what I won.  I told him I won Valentine’s Day.  Big D said that he didn’t know you could win Valentine’s Day.  Turns out you can and I did.  But he better not expect this every year.  I am hoping that this amazing surprise/present will last for about 10 years.  

Thank you KK for all your help.  It was so great to give you a BIG hug.

Love,

-Miss T, the winner of Valentine’s Day 2011

A fun Time.

Anybody know the time?

We sure do thanks to Miga! Miss T it's so fun to have you here with us in UT. Today when we didn't even plan to wear the watches Miga made us for Christmas, and then we did--now that was a sisterhood moment.

I love this watch Miga made, because
1. It is fashionable and adorable
2. It tells the time
3. It's quiet
4. The face is clear

Remember how I used to have that talking watch? Vivian? Well, it's nice that this watch is a little quieter. Thanks Miga for giving us all such a good time.

Blowouts

Baby Cub after his bath.  Poop-free smile!

Dear KK -


I had heard that babies are different from each other.  Honestly, I loved T Bear as a baby and could not picture how our next baby would be different.  Then Baby Cub came and I quickly found out how different my boys are.  


One of the biggest differences is that Baby Cub frequently has blowouts.  Are you familiar with this?  This is when the poop is not contained by the diaper.  I had seriously can count on one hand the number of times T Bear has had a blowout.  Baby Cub on the other hand has a blowout at least once of week.


*Pause*  You are probably wondering why I am even writing a blog about poopy diapers.  You have to realized how much of my time every day is spent changing diapers, feeding, wiping bottoms, etc.   This is what my life is consumed with right now, so of course it seems like a great topic for a blog.  


Back to the story... today's blowout was amazing.  By the time I stripped this boy down, there was poop all the way up the back to his neck, on his arms, and on his cheek.  I then freaked out about fecal-oral diseases, which I remember learning all about in Mircobioloy at BYU.  That then reminded me of you at BYU and how you are not thinking about poopy diapers all day long.  I then was slightly jealous.


After I bathed Baby Cub, I wrapped up in his towel.  He was so happy.  I love it when he smiles at me like I am the most amazing person in the world.  Baby Cub's smile lights up my day, and then I don't mind that he has blowouts all the time.


Well, hope you enjoy a blowout free day!


love,
Miss T

Send the Message that You Need a Date Night

KK -


We all need a date night, but that doesn't always happen.  Sometimes you need to send the message LOUD and CLEAR that you need a date night.


I dressed Baby Cub in this outfit and it worked.  I got a short date to the Crepe Cafe.  It was heavenly.


So send the message that you need a date night and get creative is you need to.  Use children's clothing (like me), be more flirty, use chalk, or post-it notes, or billboards, or youtube, whatever.  You will be happier if you get a date night in once in awhile.


Thanks Baby Cub and Big D for making me a happier lady.


-Miss T

A Consequence of the Independent 2 year old

Here is how it happened:


I was feeding Baby Cub while T Bear was playing in the same room.  T Bear ran out of the room saying he needed to go potty.  I asked him to wait until I was finished feeding Baby Cub.


I then hear T Bear lifting up the toilet seat and saying "I can do it by myself Mommy."  Oh dear, I thought and remained sitting on the chair in the other room (note - a mistake).  


The bathroom T Bear was in did not have a stool, and so I hear T Bear yell, "Uh-oh my pee is going all over the floor!"  I still staying feeding Baby Cub (note - another mistake) and tell T Bear to come out of the bathroom and we will clean it up later thinking that the damage was already done, why get up now?


Then I hear T Bear say "I will clean it up."  Then I hear nothing (nothing is the sound of trouble, but I still fed Baby Cub).


Finally I hear rushing water and T Bear saying "Uh-oh Mommy!"  Finally I interrupt Baby Cub's bottle and race to the bathroom to find T Bear standing in water and the toiled over flowing.  T Bear had put almost a whole role of toiled paper down the toilet and tried to flush it.  


What do I do first?  I tell T Bear to stay there.  I run and get my camera.  As I am taking a picture, I tell T Bear I am doing this so that we can show Daddy later.  He looked scared.  Really, I thought I would take a picture to laugh at it later.


Then the clean up begins.  I start mopping up the water with towels while T Bear strips off all of his wet clothes.  Then he comes and offers to help again.  I tell him he can use that little towel to help wipe up the floor (note - yet another mistake).  I return from carrying wet towels outside, to find T Bear has put his towel into the overflowing toilet.  That was it!!! He was out of there.  


As I was telling this to Miga, she said, "Well, you talk to him like he is a 10 year old and forget that he is only 2!!!" 


Big D wanted to know what I did to actually punish him. I told him nothing, I just put him down nap.  For the record, T Bear did say he was sorry multiple times.


Luckily the new house was stocked with a plunger.


All this was a result of an independent 2 yr old in a house that is too big, and a mommy who ignored some obvious signs.  Still makes for a pretty good story.


-Miss T

Every Kid's Dream

Isn't it every kid's dream to move into a house with a Roller Coaster?

T Bear sure loves it.



Come and visit us anytime.  Friends and family get their first ride FREE!

Haupia Pie.

Dear Miss T,

I had a taste of Hawaii yesterday. Did I ever tell you about Haupia pie? Does anyone else know Haupia pie!?!

It is delicious! It's a coconut and chocolate pie and it is to die for. Get this small world story.

There are two Hawaiians in my ward at church. One of them was serving a mission while I was serving in his home ward and I ate Thanksgiving dinner at his house! His family is awesome, and so is he. Figures. Well, those two wonderful Hawaiians invited me for Haupia pie and it was heavenly.


I wish I could share some with you.

Love, KK