My Tag

My cute friend Amera tagged me with this game a few weeks ago and I totally ignored it (I’m so sorry Amera!!!). I was just too lazy to play. Then my sister tagged me with it too, so I thought I better put on my thinking cap and get to it. So here it is…..

How To Play This Game of Tag:List: 3 joys, 3 fears, 3 goals, 3 current obsessions/collections, and 3 random surprising facts about yourself.Tag 5 people at the end of your post by leaving their names. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog!

Joys:
1. My little family. They themselves alone bring me more joy imaginable, but I instantly came up with three things each of them does that brings me joy. When Austin comes home with flowers. He does this on occasion for no reason at all, and it isn’t even so much the flowers that bring me joy (even though I love the way they look on the table), but that he stopped on his way home and got them for me. When Dax sings. He has just started doing this and it melts my heart. His favorite is Row Row Row Your Boat and I love the way he tries to say “merrily”. After each song, he says, “You like that song mom?” YES! Wyatt’s smile. He has the greatest smile. It melts my heart.
2. When I successfully bake something. I don’t know what happened, why I’ve been plagued by this, but I cannot bake worth a lick. I cook well, but baking is a whole other ball game. Cookies aren’t soft, cakes don’t rise, and cream cheese mixtures never get smooth enough. I can follow a recipe perfectly, but somehow, 9 out of 10 times I can’t get it right. So, that one time, when I bake something successfully, that brings me pure joy!
3. Taking a child to Disneyland. Last year we took Dax for the first time and I have never had more fun there ever. I grew up with a season pass; I’ve been a hundred times, but nothing beats watching a child experience it for the first time. This summer, when we go back, I think he will love it even more!

Fears: (NOTE- This was no fun thinking about)
1. When a new baby is in the house I cannot help but think about Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. That would be one of the worse things ever to experience and for some reason with Wyatt I thought about it almost constantly when he started sleeping in his own room. This is definitely one of my worst fears.
2. I fear the day that one of my children, for whatever reason, don’t love me and cut me out of their life. I have no idea why that would happen, but I’m not sure there could be a worse feeling then your child not loving you back.
3. Memory loss has always frightened me. That would be awful to experience or to see a love one experience it. I couldn’t imagine not remembering who people are, or wonderful memories about childhood. I dread getting old for this reason!

Goals:
1. I really want to learn how to make baby food for Wyatt. I only have a few weeks to figure this out, so I better get started. I think it would be so fun and rewarding and probably save a little money along the way. Anyone have any tips?
2. Like Nicole, I would love to get Dax potty trained by the time we go beach camping in August. I think I can handle only changing one sandy diaper bum rather than two.
3. I would love to put up crown molding in our living room, so I guess this goal would be to get Austin to do it for me!

Current obsessions/collections:
1. I wash my hands A LOT. I wouldn’t diagnose myself as OCD about it, but I think I’m probably pretty close. In turn, Dax gets his hands washed all the time too. I know most moms probably try and keep their kids’ hands clean, but I probably over do it a little bit. I know Austin has given me weird looks before about this one.
2. My closet is color coordinated and all my clothes all hang in the same direction and usually in the same spot. It throws me off when Austin puts laundry away and hangs a shirt up in the wrong spot.
3. This is all the fault of my dear friend Kat. In her kitchen she has all plastic utensils in one drawer (spoons, spatulas…), all rubber and wooden utensils in another (spatula, wooden spoons), and all metal utensils in another (knifes, whisks, pizza cutter…). In Utah we didn’t have enough drawers in our kitchen to do this, but since we’ve been in this house that is absolutely the way things are organized. If something gets put in the wrong drawer, it makes me a little crazy. I love when Austin helps out, but sometimes it just makes more work for me to go back over what he’s done. But I still love him for trying! J

Random surprising facts about myself:
1. I can’t blow up a balloon. I seriously can’t. It practically gives me a headache to try.
2. I hate anything new that comes sealed that you have to peel off using a tiny tab. Like a brand new bottle of syrup, ketchup, mayonnaise, and lately the milk at Costco. I always manage to pull off the tiny tab, and then have to get a knife to puncture the thing and then get my finger all gross trying to peel off the rest of the seal. It makes me crazy!
3. Up until a few months ago I did not like olives, not even a little bit. The smell even grossed me out. Now all of a sudden I do. Kinda random?

Now, if you want to play, tag yourself!