Treasures

I love anything that has a story; a treasure I like to call it. I love a toy that was so loved it’s been handed down for generations, or a baby dress that your grandmother wore. I love a treasure in my house that has once been in my parent’s house, or grandparent’s house, or great grandparents house.

When my parents and grandparents sold our condo in Park City a few summers ago, I was lucky enough to inherited one of the beds. It was the bed that my grandparents always slept in downstairs and it belonged to my grandmother’s father’s sister, Aunt Lil. (Pheeew, did you follow all that?) When my grandmother’s aunt passed away my grandma inherited it. When we sold the condo, I inherited it, a true treasure to me. It is a beautiful white wrought iron headboard and footboard. I can’t wait one day for a little girl to sleep in it again. I love that I have it and know where it came from and who it belonged to and where is has been. I hope it stays in the family and with someone who appreciates it for a long long time!

There are a few treasures like this at my parent’s house that I am sure all my sisters would happily display in their home. The two I am thinking of are my dad’s train set and my mom’s glass clowns.

My grandpa bought my dad a 1946 authentic freight train set when he was 3 or 4 years old. I know it is probably one of my dad’s very few prized possession. It was always around my Grandparents Christmas tree each year for all the kids to enjoy. We LOVED it, and now our kids love it. A few years back, my grandpa gave it to my dad for his home and his grandchildren to enjoy. My dad takes very serious care of his train and the kids have strict rules when they are around it. But my dad always gives the kids turns tooting the horn and carefully stepping over the track to make a tunnel for the train to ride through. Dax absolutely loved his grandpa’s train last Christmas. I loved seeing the joy my dad had in his eyes seeing the kids playing with it and I loved that way I felt watching Dax play with it, and I loved the absolute delight Dax had in his eyes playing with it.

At grandma and grandpa’s house, my mom has a wonderful playroom for the kids. There is a closet full of games, toys and puzzles. She has some great vintage Little People sets that all the kids still love paying with, no matter how old, and a lot of the toys us girls played with when we were little. The whole entire playroom came to shape around my grandmother’s glass clowns. My mom’s parents passed away when we were little, and there are only a few select memories I have of them, but one is definitely seeing those little clowns on the end tables in their little apartment next to a dish of peppermints. They sit up very high in the playroom so that none of the kids can reach them. They are adorable. Practically every time we are at my mom’s playing, Dax asks for the one with the balloons to get down so he can play with it. I love that he recognizes how special they are.

The reason I have been thinking about this lately is because I think I know what one treasure I will be passing onto Dax. It’s his Airplanes. When I was pregnant with Dax Austin gave me this adorable mobile for Dax’s room that probably cost more than most birthday presents he buys me. I had been eyeing it for a few months and desperately wanted it, but couldn’t justify paying more for a mobile than just about any other thing we had bought for his room. When I got it for my birthday I was elated. It didn’t play music; it didn’t have a nice arm to hang from the side of the crib. It simply hung from the ceiling. It has 4 vintage model airplanes in green, blue, red, and yellow and that is all. I loved it because it didn’t say “baby” to me. It looked like any boy, of any age, could love. We instantly hung it over the crib. Since the day Dax started sleeping in his crib, he has slept under this mobile. Now that he is out of his crib and into his twin bed, it still hangs over him when he sleeps. When we transitioned Dax into a bed, I spent a few nights sleeping under those planes, and I can see why he loves them. He still falls asleep looking at them swing.

The other day I caught Dax standing on his bed reaching to get his planes. I smiled as I watched him through the crack in his door. He loves those planes. He’s had them since he was a baby, and I think he will enjoy them for a really long time. I can’t believe one day he will have a son of his own, and I can’t wait to give them to him so he can hang them in his own son’s room.

What "treasures" do you hope to pass along to your children??

July

We're smack in the middle of Summer. Although the 4th of July is typically one of my favorite holidays, something about 115 degree weather dampers that just a little bit. I guess it's the fact that you are sweating watching fireworks. Err go, we still love wearing red, white and blue and celebrating the freedoms we have in this wonderful country! It's a little late, but wishing everyone happy wishes this month!

4th: Happy 4th of July

18th: Happy Birthday Ally

19th: Happy Birthday Mom

30th: Happy Birthday Shannon

Little Bums

When did this happen? How is this possible? What does this mean?



The boys can fit in the same size diapers!! This can only mean two things….

1. Wyatt is getting way too big way too fast
and
2. Dax seriously needs to get potty trained


How do I make time stand still for one and skip into the future with the other??

Disclaimer: The boys fit in the same size diaper, but they don't wear the same size. To give Dax some credit, he does wear a size 5, I just thought it was funny that if I did get in a bind, they could wear eachothers.

Wake up Call

The house is quite as Dax plays quietly and Wyatt sleeps soundly in his room.

Suddenly, Wyatt wakes up and he’s happy. He chatters softly and squeals at his animals in his crib.

Realizing Wyatt is awake, Dax takes off down the hallway towards his room; the area of the house he has been forbidden to play in for the past hour in a half.

I follow closely behind reminding Dax to be soft as he barges into Wyatt’s room.

As soon as the door opens, Wyatt stops talking and listens and waits.

Dax climbs onto the crib and peers over the side.

Wyatt starts squealing again and kicks his legs and flails his arm.

Dax looks back for me to inform me, “Wyatt’s awake, mom”.

Then he looks back down at Wyatt and says “Hi Baby” five times in a row.

Wyatt smiles and keeps kicking and flailing.

Dax says, “Wyatt’s happy to see me, mom.”

I say, “Yes!”

Dax says, “Pick Wyatt up, mom”

I pick Wyatt up and proceed to kiss his face off.

I kneel down so Dax can kiss his face off.

Dax says, “He’s proud of you, mom.”

Dax goes running out of the room.

Wyatt and I follow.

We find Dax sitting on the couch with his arms out, “I hold him, mom.”

I sit Wyatt in Dax’s lap and they both smile at me.

Then Dax says, “Take a picture of us, mom”

I get the camera and snap away until Dax pushes Wyatt off his lap and says, “You hold Wyatt, mom” so he can see the pictures I took.

Wyatt whines because Dax manhandles him.

Dax says "Wyatt's tired again, mom".

Then I go into a mini-speech that includes how "we need to be soft" , "Wyatt's just a little baby" and "when he squeals you need to stop whatever you are doing to him".

Dax says, "Okay, mom"

Then the same things happens at least one more time each and every day. You can imagine the number of pictures I have of these two sitting on the couch!

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!

Happy Faces

"One big circle. Two dots. And a smiley face. Look mom. Look dad. I draw a happy face.”

Holy crap! That’s really good.

Dax doesn’t color much. He just doesn’t. He plays more with the crayons then actually uses them. They fit perfectly into the bed of his trucks and make a nice track for his Hot Wheels. We’ve bought coloring books for him and had little lessons on staying in the lines, but he really doesn’t care. His nursery pictures come home with one blue line. One. He just isn’t that interested in creating a masterpiece I guess.

He does love his little Doodle Pro though. I think this is our third one and it keeps him more entertained during Church than anything else I bring. He will sit on Austin’s lap and tell him what to draw. A shark. A dog. A crocodile. A lion. A bee. A lizard. A snake. A daddy snake. It’s mostly animals, but sometimes there is an occasional transportation something. A choo choo. A plane. A car. Then, after each picture, he shows me, so proud, as if he drew it himself. I never draw on those things. If Dax wants me to draw, which is only if Austin isn’t around, I stick to the alphabet and numbers. Once he called my dog and elephant, I gave up. I have no artistic ability.

Yesterday we were hanging out on a normal Sunday afternoon and he was drawing on his Doodle Pro. He asked me to draw a picture. Austin was sitting right next to me and he asked me to draw a picture. Talk about pressure! I stretched my artistic abilities as far as I could; a happy face. I said, “One big circle, two dots, and a smile.” He laughed. Then he tried. One big blob, 65 dots/marks, and another squiggly somewhere outside the “one big circle”. Then he laughed again. We erased it and did the same thing over about 30 times. I would show him how to do it, and then he would try. We got the 65 dots down to a few, but they were nowhere close to resembling eyes. Nothing in fact was really resembling a happy face. Austin helped a few times too. Then we got distracted while Dax kept working…..

“One big circle. Two dots. And a smiley face. Look mom. Look dad. I draw a happy face.”

Holy crap! That’s really good!!

So, here you have it, Dax’s first masterpiece!

P.S He was so proud of himself. I can NEVER get him to smile like this when I'm trying to take a picture.

His Shadow

In Arizona, one of the major questions when you are buying a house is the direction it faces. When it faces north/south, you’re in pretty good shape, but when your house faces east/west, it’s worse because it is the same direction where the sun rises and sets. And, with the Arizona sun being so blazing hot, this makes for VERY hot mornings and evenings. Lucky for us (read: NOT so lucky for us) the home we fell in love with was facing east/west. I’ve whined about this little predicament since about the day we’ve moved in. We’ve added sunscreens, added ceiling fans, added thicker curtains and blinds, but to no avail. The sun still blazes through those windows at dinnertime and makes me miserable. It’s the hottest time of the day and during these summer months, I hate it. That is, until last week. Who would have guessed that that blazing sun would be the destiny for our son’s new best friend?

Yup, Dax has a new best friend. They play together so well. Dax is always happy when they are playing. This friend does exactly what he wants him to and they never fight. It’s so nice when he comes over to play. Lately, it’s every night around dusk.

If we leave our bedroom window blinds open, stick Dax in the doorway, and face him towards the wall, this is where you will meet his new best friend, his shadow.

Austin rarely picks up the camera, but I have to give him credit for taking this picture. Dax was so mesmerized seeing his shadow on the wall and watching him do all these silly things. He liked touching his head, and then his toes, then turning to the side, then dancing, and seeing his friend follow right along.

Now that he and his shadow have met, he’s showing up everywhere. He’s there when the TV is off and Dax sees himself in the screen, when he’s running through the house and sees him in the window, when he’s playing soccer outside and sees him on the grass, when he’s riding his bike and sees him on the sidewalk.

We really love this new friend. He makes Dax so happy.

Now, if we could just figure out how to deal with all the crashes and accidents he’s causing around here because Dax is too busy watching his shadow to pay attention to what he is doing!

Lemon Juice

I used to be naturally blond. All my older sisters had darker hair like my mom, but Jamie and I were blond. I guess we inherited it from my dad because he was a cute blond little boy. Plus, I lived at the beach. I went ALL the time. That natural sun bleached my hair during those long summer days next to the Pier at tower #3. It always felt so good to be sun-kissed with glowing hair. I also played softball nearly every weekend for close to 8 years. My pony tail would always be blonder than the rest of my hair.

Then, I moved to Idaho. No more beaches, no more sun, and no more blond. That summer after my freshman year I headed back to the beach with dark hair and pasty white skin. It was awful.

The solution? Lemon juice. I don’t even know who told us about this, or why we thought it would work, but everyday me and my sister and whoever was with us would go down to the beach. We took a spray bottle filled with lemon juice and a comb. We would spray and spray that lemon juice until there wasn’t a drop left, comb it through every piece, and then we would sit. We would sit on the beach waiting and praying it was making our hair blonder. And while we sat hoping to be blonder, we looked a complete hot mess.

Long hair, plus sea-salt air, plus ocean breeze, plus lemon juice = one crusty, tangly mess.

Miraculously, we thought it was worth it. We would get home, shower, blow dry our hair and convince ourselves that this lemon juice solution was truly turning us blonder. Who knows if it ever did?

Well, I’m a bad mom. Last week I put it to the test. No, not on myself, on my two year old son. We were headed to the pool before swim lessons and I knew it was going to be a long day in the hot sun. So I lathered Dax up with sunscreen, and I pulled out the spray bottle. He looked at me funny, but I have a trick. Referring any shirt, shorts, shoes, sandals to “surfer”, and I get my way. When he doesn’t want to put a shirt one, I tell him it’s a cool “surf” shirt and he puts it on. He never wants to wear shoes, but cool “surf” sandals he likes. So when I started to spray his hair and he wouldn’t hold still, I told him he was going to have awesome “surf” hair.

We played out in the sun all afternoon. Even after the pool and swim lessons we played on the slip in slide in the backyard. It was a long day and we were exhausted. After Dax’s bath I patiently waited for his hair to dry to see if he was blonder. I couldn’t tell. A little later Austin came home from work, not knowing what I had done. Within a few minutes, after saying all his hello’s, he looks at Dax and then at me and says, “He looks so blond to me right now.” What? Lemon juice really does work!!

Just so we don't think we're crazy, he really does look blonder, right?

before lemon juice

with lemon juice

after lemon juice

Just Me and My Dad

We went camping, just me and my Dad (and the rest of the Fathers and Sons in the Ward)

Dad drove the car ‘cause I’m too little (even though I put up a big stink and layed on the horn a few times in protest as I climbed into the back seat).

On the road I ate Twizzler and drank Dr. Pepper ‘cause dad said we were on a “road trip” (and mom wasn’t around).

When we got to the campsite, I was dirty in no time. Dad said that just meant that I was a boy and was having fun.
We roasted hot dogs for dinner, played Frisbee and got more dirty. I found a tree stump that I really liked.
When it got dark we started a fire. Dad said not to get too close so I wouldn’t fall in. Anyone who knows me, knows that that was good advice!

After playing awhile it was time for bed. Dad bought me my very own, brand new alligator sleeping bag that I thought was so cool. Cool, until I figured out dad was sleeping in another sleeping bag next to me. I gave my dad a big hug so he wouldn’t be scared (wink wink) and decided to sleep with him in his sleeping bag on a twin air mattress. I went right to sleep.

I made lots of new friends and everyone in the ward got to know my crazy personality a little bit better. Mom made me take a bath right when I got home.


We had fun camping-just me and my dad.

--Dax, age 2 1/2

A retold Little Critter story, Dax's favorite books

June!

Happy June! My little guys adore their dad so much, obviously Dax wants to be just like him. Happy Father's Day to all you dads out there! Wishing everyone happy wishes this month---it's a BUSY one!!

2nd: Happy Birthday Mom MacGillivray

3rd: Happy Birthday Scott

4th: Happy Birthday Kobi

10th: Happy Birthday Ryder

15th: Happy Father's Day

16th: Happy Birthday Michael

21st: happy Birthday Joe

23rd: Happy Birthday Misti

25th: Happy Birthday Josh & Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad MacGillivray

29th: Happy Birthday Trevor

My heart…

....belongs to Wyatt.




I feel like I haven’t posted about my sweet baby in sometime. Dax is so easy to post about. Every day Dax is learning new words and phrases and doing something crazy to make us laugh. He is wild and carefree and still oh so daring! He’s humorous and loving and he makes my heart melt when he looks at me with those big big eyes. I just love him.

But my Wyatt is no different.

He too is learning something new everyday and getting so big! He thankfully has conquered his crazy cat nap ways (cross your fingers) and he loves to spend his time hanging out on his belly. He evens sleeps on his stomach now too, one of my favorite things. I love seeing his little diaper bum up in the air! He rolls over in a blink of an eye and just today I laid him down and before I had put water in the pot on the stove, he was onto the tile, at least three complete rolls away. Dax gets such a thrill at making Wyatt laugh, but we don’t spoil it for Dax and tell him that Wyatt smiles, laughs and coo’s for anyone, or anything he can see. He truly is such a happy little guy.

I love his face. His chubby cheeks, his little nose. He has the biggest eyes that turn red when he’s tired and his lips make the perfect O shape when he’s talking. His hair is still super light and his eyes are a beautiful blue. He cries real tears now, but we don’t see those too often. When he’s awake, either he’s smiling or I’m smiling and I can just tell, this little guy is going to have my heart for a long, long time.

The Pool

Last week Dax started his first swimming lessons ever. You may think it’s a bit early to start swimming; it is only May. But, as the weather gets warmer and warmer, the pool is more and more refreshing. In fact, last Monday, on his first day of lessons, it was a whopping 108 outside!! I’m kinda a whimp when it comes to cold water, but even I wanted to get in the pool!

Dax was SUPER excited. The lessons are right around the corner from us, and there are 4 little boys in his class, one being his cousin Kruz. Miss Katie, their cute swim teacher, lead the boys straight to the water and Dax excitedly jumped onto the top step and played with the rings to wait for his turn. She taught them how to kick, pushed them under water and find the wall and how to monkey walk. Dax only swallowed a little water before he caught on to closing his mouth. The first day was a huge success! He was happy, energetic, loved splashing around and even said that swimming was so fun.

Then day two rolled around……

Tantrums flared, screaming started, he was jumping up and down and not in an excited way and yelling for me to come and get him. “I want out pwease mommy!” The pool is fenced in so all us moms sat on the bench and tried to ignore the screaming. Once one started panicking it was a chain reaction. They all looked like they were behind prison bars wondering why we were just sitting there and not moving to rescue them. At each turn Dax would go straight to Miss Katie and have his turn and do awesome, but as soon as he made it back to the step, the water works would start all over again.

Day three was a little better. Then day four and five were cancelled because of a crazy storm that rolled in. Yesterday was the first day back and I think he would have been fine, except the water felt like the ocean but without the waves from all the rain. Even Miss Katie was in a full wetsuit!! Dax was shivering from head to toe and had purple lips.

But, even with all those distractions and between all that screaming, he’s getting it. He’s flapping his arms and kicking his legs and you better believe he is closing his mouth. Every lesson he gets taken a little further back from the wall and some how he makes it there and finds it. He isn’t afraid to put his head in the water anymore and he isn’t afraid to jump to Miss Katie. At the end of each lesson, he gets a sucker. I think that makes it all worth it. And, as long as he is happy at the end, it makes me feel like it was all worth it putting him through that torture! I love to hear what he has to say as we drive home and his eyes are red from the chlorine and his nose is running and he is still taking big gasps from crying so hard.

When I showed Dax these pictures, here is what he said.....

“I a swim in the big big pool like a Dooooory! (Finding Nemo”) “I a do a monkey walk!”

“That water is so cold!” (and he shivers as he's sitting on my lap)

"I a close my mouff and reach for the whall"

"Dax crying." Why? "'Cause I swimmin' in the big big pool"

Yup, that about sums it up!

The Classics

Pictures are priceless. They bring back memories, put smiles of faces, remember the good ol’ days. Pictures are classic. There are the ones that will be your favorite for years down the road, that capture the moment, the personality, perfectly.

It’s almost guaranteed when you look through a baby’s album, there will be those traditional shots that will be captured in every single baby book you look in. For example, there will always be the first day of school shots. I know my mom has mine, and what a hoot it is to look at them! Most likely you’ll find pictures of the first steps, pictures of the child screaming with Santa Clause, pictures of a child running around in their diaper outside, pictures in the snow, in the pool, their first trip to Disneyland. You’ll most likely see pictures in the bath tub, in their Easter dress, at their school talent show, swinging on the swings, and learning to ride their bike. These are all classics. As a mom, you know you always take them, you don’t want to forget that memory.

Well, for me, for some reason, there is another category that is a classic. No matter how old Dax gets, I still have to pull out the camera for this one. I know one day he’ll outgrow it. It most definitely will not always be cute. In fact, I probably only have a few more years of this shot before it gets so NOT cute. But for right now, when he does this, when he looks this way, it always causes me to pull out the camera. I’m not exactly sure why. I’m not sure if it is the sly little smile, or the twinkle in his eye, or the joy you can tell he is getting out of looking this way. Either way, whatever it is, I love it!! See what I mean?

My mom has always told me that I was her piggiest eater. If there is one thing that Dax takes after me, it's that he is a piggy eater too...and to me, it's adorable! Next month, we'll start Wyatt on cereal and I'm sure I'll have a million pictures of his cute, messy face as well.

What shots of your kids can you never resist to take a picture of?

The Backyard

It has been a long time since I have been able to enjoy a backyard…...

Growing up, I was lucky enough to live in the same house in HB for the first 18 years of my life. When I was 4 or 5, although we lived a ½ mile from the ocean, my parents put in a pool. I spent so many summers swimming around watching my hair turn green. I use to pretend our little Jacuzzi attached to the pool was my own personal swim area. As I got older, we made up the craziest, funnest games to play. I can remember boys jumping from our roof into the pool. Something I never did, but witnessed many times. We always had end of the school year parties and end of the season sports parties. We had a HUGE light in the back that would light up our entire cul-de-sac and then the next morning we would find hundreds of June bugs dead in the water. Gross I know, but they just meant we spent the night swimming under the moon with great company.

My backyard had a little playhouse nestled in the corner that my dad and grandpa built. It had little pavers walking up to it, a door with a lock and cute little windows. When my mom would make curtains for our house, she would use the scraps to make curtains for the playhouse. And when pieces of furniture got too old or dingy for our house, they were moved to the playhouse. We loved re-decorating that playhouse. We didn’t too much care for the bugs that found their way inside, but overall it was a great place to run and play.

Every summer we had a great big garden with string beans, cherry tomatoes, squash, zucchini, corn on the cob, you name it. I spent so many hours sitting on the brick retaining wall picking weeds, and I’m sure a few occasional plants, and watering that garden. On the opposite side of the yard we had a huge area with raspberry bushes. We loved picking them and putting them straight in the pool to “wash them” off and right into our mouths. These raspberries made the best jam, malts and ice cream toppings.

My backyard was where the opossums fell into the trashcans, where we sat on lawn chairs and played cards on summer nights, where we took pictures before high school dances, where we would rinse off all the sand after being at the beach. It is full of so many memories. I am so grateful for those memories.

I didn’t realize how grateful I was for that backyard until now—10 years later. Since I left for college at 17, now 10 years later, this is the first time I have had the chance to enjoy a backyard. Between college dorms and apartments, married campus housing, basements and so forth, I have not had a backyard of my own to enjoy. Granted, our house in Utah did have a great big yard, there was just nothing fencing it in. That kinda defeats the purpose if you ask me.

Now finally, we have our backyard! And only recently have I learned how important it is for a little child to have a backyard so he can start having those memories about this house that I have of my first house. It is Dax’s favorite place to play. We spend at least an hour out there each afternoon. There’s nothing fancy about it. Grass, a sand box, his playhouse, some planters, and a little baby orange tree, but this is completely Dax’s territory. He has the freedom to throw, to run, to kick, to jump, anything he wants. The baby pool from last summer has been replaced by the 8 foot slip ‘n slide this summer. And maybe next summer that will be replaced by the blow up water slide at Costco. The activities in the backyard will keep changing as the kids keep growing. Whatever they are, I am so happy that we have a backyard. Dax may not remember the fun he had these first few years, but I know I will always remember how much I loved watching him play in the backyard.

The 'Scary' Quiet

Have you ever had one of those moments where your mind is telling you one thing, but your body is doing something completely different? That's happened to me....many a times. Almost daily.

Well, yesterday was no exception.

It was very quiet. You would think I would be rejoicing in the fact that I managed to get both boys down and successfully sleeping at the same time, and time that both were sleeping had past the horrible half-hour mark when Wyatt thinks he is ready to wake up and is rearing to go---this boy thrives on the cat nap. Happily, we had already had that kind of quiet earlier in the day where I took great advantage and sat on the couch and watched three television programs and ate a post-lunch lunch. I'm a little embarrassed to admit that, but since it doesn't happen as often as I'd like, I'm okay with it.

It was the other kind of quiet. The quiet when your 2 year old is awake and playing, you're in another room, and you can't hear them. The scary quiet. I run when this happens. Dax is anything but quiet. He crashes cars loud, yells "TIMMMMMBEEERRRRR" loud when building high high towers with his block, jumps off furniture loud, and sings songs loud. And usually it happens to be taking place right next to me. There aren't many times throughout the day that Dax isn't within an arms distance reach. I've mentioned this before. He doesn't need me playing with him or isn't shy and scared to be away from me, he's just the first born that follows his mom from room to room.

But, yesterday, this wasn't the case. I was in our bedroom and Dax was awake, and it was quiet. The TV wasn't on, he wasn't outside, and he was quiet. I wanted to move. I knew I needed to move. Every fiber told me to go check on him to see what he was up too. He's getting smarter these days...it is causing more trouble. But my body couldn't move. I knew I was going to pay for it later, but I could not move. I couldn't jinx those quiet, still, precious moments of peace.

It didn't last long. Five or ten minutes maybe and he came bounding into my room, "Hi mom, what are you doing?" I asked him the same thing and couldn't get any answer that made sense. I went to the front room where I knew he was playing, and found no evidence of foul play. Everything looked as it should be. Nothing was broken, nothing was cut, and nothing was drawn on the walls. I was feeling pretty good. But what had he been up to?

It wasn't until I downloaded my pictures off my camera from this weekend that I instantly realized what he had been up to.




What a crack up! He only took five pictures, and these are three of them. The funniest part is he turned on the camera, turned it onto himself, and got it to take black and white pictures. I can barely do that half the time! I was actually kinda impressed. If a camera can keep him quiet in another room for a few minutes, I'm all for it.

Needless to say, today's errands include a stop at Walgreens for a disposable camera just for Dax.

The Pecans

Yesterday we had our contest winning photo shoot with Mindy! We had so much fun! We met her in a beautiful custom home development right here in Queen Creek where lots for these homes costs more than our house! It was the perfect setting and the perfect atmosphere for pictures. There was a perfect office with great big wrought iron and wooden doors, stone walls, curvy paths lined with trees, a clock tower, bright green grass and rows of stunning flowers. Mindy was everything we expected and more!! She was so great with Dax and just let him dictate the pace and the style of the shoot. He didn’t really want to stay in one place too long and had a TON of…let’s call it, energy. How does that happen even with no nap? Mindy captured everything we had hoped! It was pretty difficult to get a shot of Dax and Wyatt together, especially with Dax having no interest in holding his brother and Wyatt not sitting up yet, but some how Mindy managed to capture the two of them in what might just be my favorite picture of the bunch. It is featured on her photography site’s home page. How cool is that? Check it out for yourself and let me know your favorites. I need help picking our 2 free 8 x 10’s.

Go to http://www.mindykiddphotography.com/ and enter the site. Click on CLIENTS and enter macgillivray for the password.

Thank you again Mindy for your time and talent! You are truly truly great at what you do! How did we wind up so lucky to win your fun contest?! We can't wait for the next one! :)

...brings May flowers

Happy May! Sadly, May flowers around our house means fake flowers. Dax loves to smell flowers but also has a little issue with jumping from one flower bush to the next like leap frog. Who knows where he comes up with these things. Wyatt wanted to eat these flowers anyway, so I guess it's a good thing they're fake. Wishing everyone happy wishes this month!

11th: Happy Mother's Day

17th: Happy Birthday Grandma Kreipl, Jennifer and Melody

26th: Happy Birthday Dad and Happy Memorial Day

27th: Happy Birthday Miki

Winners!

When Jamie and I were born, twins weren't all that common. People would stare wherever we went and there have been more than one time that someone has stopped us in the mall or at the library to ask if we have ever considered modeling. I'm not trying to toot my own horn here, it was merely the fact that we were identical twins.

When we were younger my mom thought getting us into acting and modeling was a great idea. That didn't last long. Apparently when we would audition for commercials we would laugh when they asked us to cry and we would cry when they asked us to laugh. There was a frozen fish sticks commercial that used to be on TV all the time. The part we were auditioning for was for the two kids who were supposed to run downstairs to the basement and there they would see boxes of fish sticks popping out of the freezer. The camera would zoom in on the children's faces and there was supposed to be an expression of shock and surprise. We couldn't make that face. We didn't get the part.

Another time when I was probably 4 or 5 and I was in a room by myself sitting in a chair looking at 3 people behind a desk. They asked me if I liked Big Bird. I just giggled and acted shy and then eventually shook my head. The whole interview lasted about two in a half minutes. it doesn't take a brain scientist to figure out if I don't like Big Bird I'm not going to get the part in a Sesame Street commercial. That was the last straw. My mom got tired of driving us to LA, so she gave up on us. We always joke how if she would have persisted maybe we could have been the Mary-Kate and Ashley Olson of TV. Oh well!

Something good did come of this (Mom, pay attention, this is for you!). For our portfolio my mom had a professional photographer come over and take some headshots of us. We wore red shirts with white floppy, cotton hats with red hearts on them. I L-O-V-E this picture. It makes me smile when I see it. i can remember the day, getting my hair curled, sitting on the brick wall..all of it. It is my most favorite picture of Jamie and I. The picture captures our personality, our love for each other, the happiness in our eyes and smile. I just love it.

Well, this is a long way of getting around to it, but we WON! Thanks to all you diligent voters, the boys won a classic photo session with an AMAZING professional photographer. It was a tight race between us an adorable little boy with a painted-on tiger face. As the clock crept closer and closer to midnight our trusty counters, Dave and Misti, let us know we were in the lead by about 11 votes....they even stayed up until 1 am Utah time just to make sure "picture #5" didn't swoop on us and take the lead at the last second. When Mindy went to declare the winner at midnight last night there was a glitch in her Internet and she wasn't able to view the results right at midnight. So, to be fair, she declared TWO winners. Either way, we're winners and the boys got over 190 votes! You guys are awesome!

The reason why I've been so adamant about winning this thing is so that maybe, just maybe, these pictures will capture all those things that I see in my favorite childhood picture. Hopefully these pictures will be something that the boys can look at when they get older and smile how I do when I look at mine.

I'm sure I will have some truly brilliant pictures to share with all of you when we have our photo shoot! Thanks everyone and thank you Mindy!

We're getting a TEMPLE!

The rumors have been swirling for awhile, but it's official now. Two new temples are being constructed in Arizona and 1 will be right here in Gilbert! Check this out!

LDS Church NewsPublished: Friday, Apr. 25, 2008 Plans to build two new temples in Arizona, one in the Gila Valley and the other in Gilbert, were announced by President Thomas S. Monson. This will bring the total number of temples to 134 already in operation or in the planning and construction phases."It is my personal priority to make sure members of the Church have access to the blessings of the temple," said President Monson. "It is here where members learn of their divine origin and destiny; where they are strengthened spiritually as individuals and as families. Temples are sanctuaries from the storms of life."There are currently two temples in Arizona: one in Mesa and another in Snowflake. The temples in the Gila Valley and Gilbert will bring the total number to four.The two new temples are the first to be announced by President Monson since he became president of the Church on Feb. 3.

We are so blessed! We have always lived so close to temples both in CA and in UT and have been so fortunate. We are thrilled to be the closest to this new Gilbert Arizona Temple than we have ever been to one of the Lord's houses. That's saying quite a lot when we've lived in Orem and would attend the Provo Temple and lived in Lehi and would attend to Mt. Timpanogos Temple. It's pretty spectacular and we can't wait!!

Circus

MacGillivray Bros.

CIRCUS

proudly presents a terrific duo of magnificent family productions touring the nation!

Starring Wyatt MacGillivray

and Ringmaster Dax MacGillivray

Watch as Dax holds the oinking stuffed pig and the Amazing Wyatt rolls over!

Well, he didn't quite make it all the way over...but he was so close. I can't believe my little guy is about to roll over. Dax was so proud of him. He was so encouring telling Wyatt to "come get the pigggggg-ie!" I really felt like I was watching a little show at the Circus with baby animals! They were both so cute. Just a little more training I guess and then we're hitting the road!!

Don't forget to keep voting for the boys @ http://bloggingwithmindy.blogspot.com/