tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74690232777134296722024-03-05T01:42:08.366-08:00Live For Today... Tomorrow will take care of itselfAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.comBlogger180125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-26163501861853848412015-08-16T07:43:00.001-07:002015-08-16T07:43:28.707-07:00Home can be a heaven on earthHave you ever had those moments? Those glimpses of what heaven will be like? I lay in bed this morning and heard my house come to life as all the kids woke up. As I read my scriptures I listened as my oldest let my youngest help him make eggs. Instructing her ever so sweetly. I listened as my two other sons talked to each other. No fighting. No yelling. &Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-72771623562698461472014-11-04T20:52:00.001-08:002014-11-04T20:52:25.999-08:00Halloween happens before HalloweenAm I the only one who feels this way? Our kids had trunk or treating, costume parades and Halloween parties all before Halloween night. It was cold and wet at our house on the 31st so I asked the kids if we could skip trick or treating down town. They took pity on me. We watched Hotel Transylvania and had homemade pizza instead. Here are some fun pictures of Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com2Boulder Creek Boulder Creek37.131197 -122.134997tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-37657272264005205822014-03-02T08:06:00.001-08:002014-03-02T08:06:11.200-08:00Fluffy, dairy free waffles!!!My weakness is a good, hefty breakfast. I would eat a full brunch buffet every morning if I could. Since the effort is too great and my waistline wouldn't fair well I settle on treating myself every once in a while. Pancake and waffle mixes have never been up to my high standard and I like making things that I know all the ingredients involved. Since my sweet baby has Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-34310228093664203902014-01-23T21:34:00.001-08:002014-01-23T21:34:39.176-08:00Our first trip back to San Diego'twas the day after Christmas about 8 in the morn. I hauled all the kids out to the car with a yawn. The car was all pack by yours truly, you see and to stay one more second was not ok with me. I struggled through Christmas Eve and Day all alone. It was high time that our Daddy was home. Not home, but with us, as we traveled down south. In search of family, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-90629399300507457892013-10-21T15:59:00.002-07:002014-01-23T20:26:31.833-08:00It's about time to introduce this little girlLucy Louise Wattson was born at 12:30pm on october 5, 2013. I know this post is long in coming! I don't think I will be sharing my birth story quite yet. It was pretty intense! What I can say is we are happy she is here. She is cute as can be and yes she also has a sensitive stomach. BOOO! Did I really think this one might be different? We are Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-31422870244303288202013-10-06T10:00:00.001-07:002013-10-06T20:00:15.760-07:00While we are waiting(I started this before Lucy Lou was born)So, it is a day after my due date and I am ready to be done. While we are waiting for angel girl how about a post about the happenings around these here parts. I really am loving it here. Mountain living is growing on me. I found a pool!! There is a YMCA less than 10 minutes from my house with a masters swim program. I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-30132110970842049162013-09-26T11:04:00.001-07:002013-09-26T11:06:29.212-07:00Keeping my head above water
So, the car ride up was brutal. We started off at 10 am and unfortunately did not get there until 9:00pm. Since my night's rest wasn't the greatest I tried to rest while my mom did most of the driving. I would just get to sleep and hear Charlie from the back seat "Mom, Mom, Mom, Mommy.."
"What?!" I would respond and be retorted to with toddlerese. The Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-16632628008485082942013-09-02T21:25:00.000-07:002013-09-14T15:13:43.161-07:00It has happened...The phrase: "Why me and why now?" came to mind once or twice as I struggled through the last week and a half before and during our big move. Moving is no easy task. Moving with three kids, no husband at home, and almost 9 months pregnant in hot, nasty weather is darn near impossible. As I was moving things kept going wrong with the house. First the a/c damaging the office floor.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-39397918336611200232012-10-24T21:12:00.000-07:002012-10-24T21:12:41.205-07:00Identification PleaseIt is interesting as we go through life we identify ourselves differently.
When we were in high school it was "I'm in ASB, I'm in band, I am a football, basketball, baseball player." By identifying yourself you naturally fell in with a certain group of people. If you were involved with many things you could move from one group to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-83547046033808295612012-07-13T14:46:00.001-07:002012-07-13T14:46:21.042-07:00OneHe's one!  I have come to the conclusion that the more children I have the faster that first year flies past.  It feels like only yesterday that I was nursing him and praying for more than 4 hours of sleep.  So, here is to year number one my little Charlie man!  I love your smile, your laugh, and your budding personality.  Your sweet chubby feet and thighs make me smile.&Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-90431263567291629872012-07-01T20:24:00.001-07:002012-07-01T20:24:41.501-07:00Oedipus ComplexRemember learning the greek tragedy in school? About a king and a queen that have a baby. An oracle or something tells that in the baby's future it will kill it's father and marry its mother. So the king and queen do what any parent would do. Send the baby out to die and to be sure it doesn't go anywhere they nail it's feet together at the ankles. OUCH. Long Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-26803524346296066142012-06-11T12:48:00.002-07:002012-06-11T12:48:35.387-07:00Flashback
I was driving in my car on the way home from errands today when I had a flashback. I was thinking of when I worked at ColdStone Creamery right next to the Edwards Cinema in San Marcos. You know, back in the year 2000 when it was a fun place. People came in, created something great, and when they gave us a tip we sang.
One Saturday night I was working there with six other Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-81253084864541216642012-05-22T13:36:00.001-07:002012-05-22T13:36:24.579-07:00Engineer vs ImagineerFrank is my literal, unimaginative child. My sister took him to a playground once and said " Let's pretend the sand is lava!" Frankie replys "but it's not lava. It's sand."
"I know," says Heidi "but let's pretend. "
"But it's sand." Frank retorts.
Ollie, on the other hand, is extremely imaginative. He is always showing me his "animals", making his stuffed animals come to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-8318596904714677842012-05-04T15:32:00.001-07:002012-05-04T15:47:38.532-07:00Living in the momentSometimes, as a mother, I worry too much about maintaining my children instead of being with them.  I make sure laundry is clean,  dishes are done, chores are completed, homework is taken care of.  I drive them here, shop for groceries.  Drive them there, shop for groceries.  Pick them up, drop them off, shop for groceries.  Notice a pattern?
I decided awhile ago Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-82619632354249235782012-05-03T22:28:00.002-07:002012-05-03T22:28:54.456-07:00Taking a leap!I am not one to put myself out there when it comes to my art. Singing, no problem. For some reason when I am given a chance to submit a photography piece for something I bow out. I do this alot! I have displayed once and was frustrated with the fact that people did not understand what I was trying to communicate. I did the bridal phrase "something old, something new,Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-14200111619624150612012-04-30T19:06:00.000-07:002012-04-30T19:06:49.826-07:00I can do thatThat is the phrase I use all too often when I see something cute to buy. I look at it, mull over the components and the skill used to make it and think "I can do that." Consequently, I do not buy the item and I continue to think about making one. Sometimes I even go as far as buying the materials for making something and then it just sits there. I need to join "projects Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-69066356612741896452012-02-06T14:43:00.000-08:002012-02-06T14:43:08.444-08:00Real CanadiansOliver is my boy with an imagination. He loves telling stories and playing pretend. One night he was running around the house in his pjs with a rubber band around his head like a sweat band. Then he added a cape to this costume. "I am Oliven the Strong," he proclaimed.
"Oh, hello, Oliven." I replied.
"I am a strong Canadian," he continued. "Strong canadians wear kingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-43233805040673763922012-02-01T11:18:00.000-08:002012-02-01T11:18:45.088-08:00Entertain me!Does anyone else get on their blog and start trolling other peoples blogs looking for something to entertain? I find myself getting on my blog, which I haven't written on in weeks, going down my list of blogs I follow and looking for something to read. I almost get annoyed when there is nothing new there. Curses! Everyone else has been too busy to write something for my Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-82697471443316579052012-01-11T19:33:00.000-08:002012-01-11T19:33:43.155-08:00Proper EtiquetteThis has been a question I have been mulling around for a while and I figure I might as well throw it out there. In today's world of social networking, constantly being updated on what is going on in others lives how do you go about face to face interaction? This may seem like a weird question but allow me to give an example or two.
I was Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-32148434199574204352011-12-07T09:30:00.001-08:002011-12-07T09:30:10.736-08:00Christmas is...Christmas is different for me every year. Some years are really great and I am into the Christmas spirit and then other years I am scroogy and depressed because I miss my Dad. This year is one of "those" years. With so many changes happening in my life this year it reminds me what my dad is missing and how much I miss sharing my life with him. Life goes on, and I am Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-11042255759621327402011-10-31T22:47:00.001-07:002011-10-31T22:47:43.638-07:00Halloween guiltYou know how it starts. You promise yourself you will exercise self control today. The day starts off well. You treat yourself to a piece, a small piece, of pumpkin fudge. Evening approaches and the candy bags that have been safely sealed, open. As the chocolate aroma reaches your nostrils, resolve weakens. No, stay strong. That candy is for the trick or Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-33644690414277600282011-09-24T21:07:00.001-07:002011-09-24T21:07:52.888-07:00Sleep is under valuedYou know how you read tricks and tips about how to loose weight in magazines all the time. Every once in a while they will throw in get enough sleep. The main reason sited, I have found, is when you are well rested your more appt to exercise and eat right. Let me put that into easier terms to understand.
When you are living off of 5 hours a night or less cookies look better thanAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-50304249864003416162011-09-16T18:11:00.001-07:002011-09-17T06:58:34.867-07:00Its a conspiracy
Why is it that all baby equipment takes different batteries? ?? Case in point: I go buy AA, AAA, and D batteries. Thinking I have everything covered I come home. I open up his bouncy seat vibration thing and see the need for two batteries... C batteries. Curses! By the way, why are there no B batteries in exsistence? Was that size inconvenient?
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-18226128457340149162011-09-13T22:51:00.001-07:002011-09-14T23:47:51.209-07:00I am a traitorToday was Charlie's two month check up. After the usual weight and height business came the immunizations. I am not a crier and have never felt like crying when my kids get shots. Today was different.The nurse came into the room and had everything ready. I held Charlie in my arms, turned him to one side, and pulled up the pant leg on his outfit. I did not watch as Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7469023277713429672.post-79870188630509148452011-09-12T10:30:00.001-07:002011-09-12T10:34:06.409-07:00I am a soccer mom!And I love it! Being the crazy mom that I am I signed Frank up for soccer this season and volunteered to be team mom. Our team is amazing! These kids play so hard and have a great time. Our first game was last Saturday. Although we aren't suppose to keep score let's just say our team won. I am of a slightly competitive nature so it was only natural for me to keep Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11087388463689428934noreply@blogger.com0