Love of my Life

I just wanted to write a few things about why I love Scott so much and why I am so lucky and undeserving of him. I have been so grateful lately as he has helped in so many ways to let me fulfill my desire to run a 1/2 marathon. It is an extremely time consuming undertaking. I really didn't realize how much. Every Saturday he is so good to watch the kids, and anyone else who can't find a sitter, for about 3 hours without complaint. He is happy to help and is happy to see me running. He takes no joy in running and doesn't understand why I would even want to do this, but he sees that it brings me joy, so he is happy to help. It makes me love him all the more.

The next thing I love are those beautiful brown eyes. They are the prettiest I have ever seen and love to look into them. No need to say more.

Don't tell him this next one, but I love his stupid old man jokes. Yes after the thousandth time I've heard them they get old, but it is so much a part of him, how could I not love it.

I love that he loves me and thinks I'm the best looking lady in the world, even though he is dead wrong and seems to have beer goggles on without drinking. I'll take it though, someone has to think I look good and it is not me.

He is good good with kids and loves them. When we were dating I loved to watch him with his niece Katlyn. I knew he would be a good dad. How many dads will sit and play Barbies with their little girls, even though it isn't exactly his idea of fun. He loves taking Noah out hunting and fishing, and Noah loves it and feels so big. I love that they are already counting down to Father's and Son's, their favorite event of the year.

I am blessed to have a man who is a hard worker, although at time it is annoying when I can't get him to hang out and a side job can wait. He has been so good to help my family out with things in their homes, which in turn helps us out in our home.

I could go on and on, but I'll stop here for today. I just want my children to know some of the reasons I loved their Dad.

Making Valentine's

Pretty much every year we make a homemade valentine for the kids to hand out at school. I am not creative, but I am good at using others ideas. This year we found a cute idea to make ilove pods. The kids loved them and I love (hate) doing them each year. Now that they are done it was fun and they turned out so cute. The kids love having an original valentine to hand out and not just a card. In years past we have done lips and mustaches with a sucker so it looks like they have lips or a mustache when they are eating their sucker (2 years 'cause they liked it so much). Last year was a love puppy made of hearts.

In the moment of making the valentines I completely hate what we are doing and I question why. Today was a snow day, yeah (usually), but they decided to start out with fighting right of the bat. Then we worked on their valentines, more fighting, crying, and whining. Then to the store and we looked like the crazy family with the mother who beats her children and yells in public. I know bad idea to take them out when they are in these moods, but we ran out of materials (aka they ate them) and I just wanted to be done!!! Then I though a much needed drink from Sonic would be good. Wrong again. They kept messing up the order, seriously is it that hard to get three drinks, cheese sticks and an ice cream cone. Finally we left with the drink order right and the cheese sticks, I didn't want to deal with it anymore so Harley had to go without her cone. She was not happy, but I could hardly understand the guy taking the order, and vice versa, the kids were yelling and fighting, shocker. I just wanted to get home. We came home to finish and as I am unloading the groceries the kids fight over who gets to site closest to the the space heater and spill Noah's Cherry sprite all over the floor and it begins to run onto the carpet. Instead of cleaning it up they stand there looking at it and freaking out about whose fault it is and who know what else. I send them to time out, so I don't beat them, clean it up and have a lecture with them. After we all cool off they help finish the valentines and get the house in order so I can heavy clean tomorrow. (Apparently they felt bad) So we are done and the kids are playing nicely until I get them ready for bed and to read a little and it is all done, thus I look back and am glad I did the homemade valentines. I hope one day they will appreciate it and remember it as a fun tradition and not the trouble they got into this year.

Blog worthy moment

The other day the kids and I were strolling around Target checking things out. We stopped and looked at the seeds discussing what we would like to have in the garden this year and what we would need to buy already started. Harley came upon a jack-o-lantern packet of seeds. She looked at me and said (very sarcastically) "I didn't know you could grow jack-o-lanterns" (the package had a picture of a pumpkin already cut out in true jack-o-lantern style in the garden)and in return I said "Do they grow with their face already cut out like that?" and she replied "I think so." It cracked me up at the whit of my child, she gets it from me. I just had to stop and tell her how much I loved her and her whit, even though at times it isn't so funny (when she is mean). Being a part of the Webb family she rightfully comes by her quick, sarcastic whit. Hopefully we can help her learn to use it for moments like these and to not hurt others feelings.

It's Penguin Time!

Every year the Ladera second grade puts on a penguin play. It is the most exciting part of the year and every kid looks forward to it. They talk about what part they want and hope to get for about a year until they get their part. Last night was their performance and today is the celebration of a job well done. Noah did a wonderful job, it was very cute. Harley did a wonderful job last year too. It is so much fun to see them get up and perform and I was glad that they were excited to get up and say their parts in front of the all the people. The day after the play they wear black and white to school and get to eat black and white treats. So last night I was up until 11:30 make some penguins out of olives, cream cheese and carrots for Noah to take. He was so excited and I am so thankful for the internet to give me creative ideas that my mind could never think up. Now if only I could be motivated to clean up my house.

My Own Worst Enemy

Why is it that we are our own worst enemies? I hate that it is a daily battle inside my head. My biggest battle right now is wanting to run, or at least at the beginning of the week it was. I wasn't able to run much (2 miles) last week and then I got sick. I didn't want to push it and become worse. Then this week rolls around and I haven't run for a week and don't really want to. By now I really don't want to run in the race, it just doesn't seem like it sounds fun anymore and I am tired. Well I talk myself into running 2 miles and go to the gym. I get three miles in and feel great. It didn't even feel like I had missed anything. Then Yesterday rolls around and my arm is killing me. It hurts to lift and pretty much just move. What the Heck did I do? I just ran, how could one arm be so dang sore? I know I'm retarded and look even more so running, but this is ridiculous. So today rolls around, I'm a little less sore. But, I really don't want to run today, so I just go and do it, only 2 miles since Sat. I need to run 6.5 - 7 (YIKES). Well I get home and low and behold, I have a blister on the arch of each foot. Come on now!! I have a hard enough time motivating myself. Do we really need to make this any harder. To add insult to injury, someone said that I wasn't training very good (enough) and wouldn't be ready for the race. Thanks! This is hard enough. I wish I had someone to train with, maybe that would help. If I could just get outside of my head and be more positive about this. But, alas, it is hard when your tires, hurting and discouraged. The only thing motivating me at the moment is proving people wrong and showing that I can finish the race, even if it takes ten times longer then anyone else and I bring up the rear. Even if my family is waiting by themselves at the end because it has taken me so long to finish. I will do it to prove I can and that is the only thing keeping me going right now (because we know it is not losing weight that is, since I just want to keep packing it on, and on , and on, should I go on?)

Lost and Found

On Saturday night Scott went to lock op the dealership for the night and ended up taking Cocoa with him. Cocoa is a pretty good dog, doesn't like to stray to far and will come right back as soon as you call. Well he managed to get off on his own and was lost. Grant and Scott looked for over an hour and couldn't find him. Scott was so upset, how where the kids going to react, he was only out of his sight or a little bit, where could he have gone, and all the other wonderful things. When Scott got home he was so upset, so I thought I would go check things out. I looked and didn't' see or hear him and then Grant showed back up so we looked some more. It was around 1 in the morning when we gave up. The next morning we let the kids know. It was so sad for them, especially Noah. They asked if we could get another puppy if Cocoa wasn't found, grudgingly I agreed (Hannah just had puppies so they could pick one for free is they wanted). I called the pound and there was no sign, dead or alive of him. We were sure someone probably took him home and were hoping that they would find him and call, not just keep him considering he is an expensive dog and yorkies are stolen all the time here. We said many prayers and went to church. I kept hoping that someone would find him and call. As much as I hate having the dogs around, well cleaning up after them really, it is worse to see the heartbreak in Scott and the kids. After church we decided to check voicemail. Sure enough some ladies found him hauling butt down Main Street and grabbed him before he was hit, about 1 in the afternoon. They called and returned him. The pound also kept calling back and checking in, which I thought was very nice of them. So we have our Cocoa back. He was filthy and exhausted. He really didn't want to eat, he just wanted to sleep, but we were worried because yorkies tend to get low blood sugar really easy and have seizures. So we cut him up chicken leftover from dinner and mixed it with corn and peas. He was so happy to have human food. Then Harley gave him Gatorade to drink with a medicine thingy and bathed him. He is much better today and really doesn't want to be outside for more then a minute. Apparently he did not like being lost and prefers it here. We are glad to have him back, maybe.

It's good to have Scott home

Scott is back in town and it is so nice. I must admit my kids probably love it too because I realize I am a lot more relaxed when he is here. I can handle them being awake a little later and let the house go a little, or lot more (because Scott gets irritated if I clean too much, not that you can ever tell that I have). We sure missed him a lot. I am glad that he spread out his training over a few months time, instead of being gone pretty much the entire month of March. The kids were so excited to have him home too. I think he is glad to be home so he can get the boat in working order though. The first order of business for him, and no relaxing until it is done. So even though he is back in town, I guess he really isn't home. At least he is at night, so now I can fall asleep at a normal time.