Happy Mother's Day!

Isn't it funny that I never realized just how much my Mother did for me or just how much she loved me until I became a Mom myself almost 7 years ago? She has always been, and continues to be my biggest and perhaps only fan. She goes above and beyond to serve us and make me and my children happy. I love her so very much and consider myself one of the luckiest people in the world to be able to call her, Mom!  

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FUN! Fun! Harley's ONE!

At exactly 2:19 PM on May 3, Harley Belle turned the big "1"!  I sure feel alot better today than I did last year. Unfortunately, Harley does not. She has been terribly sick since Saturday. The doctor says it is just a virus, but she is not eating, drinking, sleeping, or playing.  Granny surprised us by making a special trip for Harley and my birthday but things obviously didn't work out quite as planned. We were going to celebrate on Sunday but she was much too sick as was her brother Atley. Monday she was also too sick.  Today she was probably still too sick but it was her actual birthday, plus Granny had to leave so we went ahead with the party sans guests. She didn't smile much, wasn't interested in her cake and went to bed at 6PM.  Let's hope she still parties the same way when she's seventeen. 

We love you Harley Belle!  Get well soon so you can enjoy your presents! Mommy will save you a cupcake!

Easter Progression

First, a visit to the Easter Bunny. 

Second, dye the eggs.

Eat the eggs.

Then when the children are nestled all snug in their beds with visions of colored eggs dancing in their heads, the bunny creeps in and leaves them treasures.

The children, thinking it is Christmas instead of Easter wake up at the crack of dawn and Harley discovers her favorite Easter candy.

Then with her peep and her sheep she is ready to go back to sleep.

Next, dress up in Easter finery and try to snap some pictures before church!

Happy Easter friends and family.

Family Bike Ride

I am so excited that Harley is finally old enough to get strapped onto my bike and take a ride with the family. 
This time of year is so beautiful here, when it isn't raining that is, and I love to be outside with the kids. Nash is close to riding alone but for now he is still riding behind daddy on the double bike.  Atley rides a little too fast and most rides have at least one wipe out, but he is tough and always hops right back on.

The Snack that Smiles Back

Sometimes I get the impression that my children are a little unconventional.  I suppose that is my nice way of calling them strange. For example, Harley has a walker. She also has a push toy and a mommy who would love to teach her how to walk, however she prefers a container of goldfish.  Each day she cries and begs at the pantry door for our gigantic tub of goldfish crackers.  She then uses it to walk around the house.

Occasionally, she stops...

and has a snack.

She is also always willing to share.

Easter Favorites

Of all the holiday's I think Easter has the best candy, even better than Halloween.  The family voted and here is everybody's Easter Favorites.

Nash prefers the JELLY BEAN!  In fact, I have caught him twice with these yummy delights tightly gripped in his hands, while he slept at night.  He must have a secret stash in his bedroom.

Atley prefers a good old fashioned milk-chocolate bunny!

Scott loves Cadbury Eggs, but strangely enough he waits to eat them until Easter Sunday!

I love me some Reese's Eggs.  Pure joy right there! 

Perhaps next year Harley will have more of an opinion, but for now she prefers whatever sugar seeps into her milk from mommy's Reese's addiction.

What Easter treat do you love?

My Animals at the ZOO

Atley had a day off from school yesterday and it was so pretty outside that we headed to the National Zoo.  It was especially fun because lots of the animals had brand new babies. I have never seen Harley so excited.  She absolutely loves all animals.  She was a perfect angel throughout a very exhausting day.  She yelled, "AHHH! AHHH!" at every new animal we saw.  When we were watching the tiger a woman actually told me that she thought my baby was making the tiger nervous with her loud screams.  I just laughed.  Harley especially loved the baby meerkat.  I thought watching the baby and momma gorilla was a bit too much like life at our home.  Atley had to stop and read everything in sight, while Nash was often forced to take little breaks under the nearest shade tree. 

Soccer-School Play-National Harbor

We had a busy weekend full of, well, everything mentioned in the title. Nash and Atley both had soccer games.  Atley's game was hailed/rained out after about 20 minutes but he played well, had lots of fun and of course mom was sans camera. Nash was a stud in cleats at his game, while Harley was a fantastic cheerleader for her big bros.

Atley had a starring role in the 1st grade play. He did a great job and got the biggest laugh of the whole program! We are not sure whether we are excited about our budding thespian, but we are really proud of his performance.

We went to National Harbor to celebrate Atley's hard work.  No trip to the harbor is complete without a visit to the PEEPS Candy Store. 

Here is Nash having a break down at the PEEPS store.

And here is Nash having another break down at dinner. Never fear, when he realized that Church was on TV this weekend, he was smiling again!  We all love General Conference and we managed to squeeze in all 5 sessions. Does anyone else fast forward through the MoTAB and prayers? We do, and I am pretty sure we are going to hell! 

Now what?

I took Atley to the doctor a few weeks ago. His pediatrician suggested I take him to a dermatologist for some skin issues he has been having.  This is the way she worded her suggestion, "You can take him to any dermatologist. Just take him to whoever does your Botox."  Hum! Not sure whether that was a compliment or an insult. 
A few days later I went to get my hair cut.  The rather rude beautician couldn't stop talking about how badly I needed a dye job to cover the gray.  "Seriously, how can you stand to walk around in public like this?" Yeah, yeah! Just cut the hair already.
Then after a rather embarrassing beat down on the basketball court with my church team, a woman from the opposing side approached me and said, "Maybe the two of us should form an old woman's league."  I thought, "Speak for yourself Granny!"
Perhaps all of these occurrences and the impending birthday month just around the corner bothered me more than I realized, because I found myself at the mall yesterday in search of a new miracle make-up.  Maybe some Botox in a bottle if you will.  I bought the make-up and then made a detour into Forever 21.  They were having a big sale and I really needed some retail therapy.  After about 2 minutes in the store, Nash looks at me and says, "Mom, I think you are too old for this store."  I looked around and realized I did have at least 10 years on the other patrons.  Needless to say, we left.
Now what?  I am stuck in between Abercrombie and a pair of SAS shoes.  What's acceptable?  It isn't like I shop at Hollister with that dirty old mall walker who wears his teeny bopper label super tight around his not so tight physique. I gave up those overly cologned (not a real word) places long ago. I like Old Navy, H&M, Gap, Target, and up until yesterday Forever 21.  However, Nash's revelation makes me doubt my welcomeness (again not a real word) in any of these stores.  Is it time to stop trying to be trendy and embrace my mid-life with a pair of oh-so-unflattering khakis?  I need your advice! Where do you shop?  How can we make this transition together?

Sincerely,
An Ageing Fashionista

What are little boys made of...

Snakes, snails, and puppy dog tails-or something like that.  A couple of weeks ago, before Atley was grounded from his bicycle for taking off to try to find his tutor/5th grade crush's house, he discovered a snake.  No big deal! The boys find creatures all of the time.  You might remember the giant toad I found in their box of Hot Wheels cars, or maybe the turtle that lasted about two days.  The only problem with this discovery was that I was completely unaware of it.  You see, I was inside sewing, which I might add, requires my full concentration because I pretty much suck at it, meanwhile the boys were outside with their dad.  Atley came into the house very quietly. He came up the stairs very quietly and flung something at me very quietly. By the way, this quietness is very abnormal Atley behavior.  Now, I am not afraid of snakes, but since I did not hear approaching little boy feet I was very startled when something slimy, scaly, slithery, and cold seemingly fell out of the sky landing smack dab on the back of my neck.  Okay, I wasn't just a little startled I might have peed my pants. I do know that I screamed and tossed that snake as hard and as far as I could, much to the dismay of a six-year old on-looker.  I think a lesson was learned. I am just not exactly sure by whom!

Letter to the Team

Dear Cougar Ballers,

Well boys, I am sure that I don't need to remind you but today is game day.  Sweet Sixteen game day! I am also sure I needn't remind you that we haven't been this far in the tourney for 30 years and it sure would be nice to keep playing, don't you think?

  I am writing to let you know that I believe in you, even if my March Madness bracket didn't pick you to make it past Gonzaga.  Just understand that there was $5 at stake so, I went with my head and not my heart.

You should also know I have taken all of the necessary precautions.  First of all, we are not having a party to watch the game.  I am sorry that we did this to you in the past.  We didn't realize that watching at the Butler house was a sure fire way to get you to lose.  We have seen the error of our ways.  The breaking point was when the odds makers in Vegas started calling our house to check on our party plans before setting up the bets.

 I am also wearing my lucky green shoes. They don't even match my outfit.  This is a sacrifice I am only willing to make for you.

You have become a part of our daily lives and vocabulary, not to mention, our sole source of entertainment all winter.  We haven't missed a game and some we have even watched twice.  Our four-year old told his big brother he was going to "Jimmer" him yesterday.  Our six-year old has been inspired to shoot hoops daily without prompt or prodding from his parents.  By the way, his favorite player is Noah! He likes the name. He swears he has heard it somewhere before.

 Logan Magnusson, I am so proud of the way you take the charge.  We need you big fella and you will always have a special place in my heart. Afterall,  I was your 9th grade Geography Teacher in good old Heber City! Do you remember me?  I was that super young and super hot teacher with long dark hair.  Actually never mind! It might only be me who remembers myself that way.

Jackson, we need you to step it up, just like last game.  Please don't double pump the THREE, just take the shot.  You  might surprise yourself. 

Kyle, you can think about your mission to Siberia in May. Focus on what's important right now, basketball!

 Jimmer, oh Jimmer, what can I say to you!  I LOVE YOU!  I dream about you often. Don't worry not in the creepy old lady cougar kind of way, although that might be nice too.  Even my grandma is a huge fan. She went and saw you play in Denver. She is also dreaming about you at night, but I think it might be in the creepy old lady cougar kind of way.  Don't worry, she is harmless.  I also "liked" your brother TJ's music on Facebook even though in reality I don't really care for RAP.  I don't know much but I think the boy has talent. But then again, I am willing to do or say whatever it takes to show my loyalty to you guys!

The truth is no matter how many times I listen to AMAZING or TEACH ME HOW TO JIMMER, wear my lucky green shoes, and declare our house party free, it is all in your hands now.  Don't disappoint!

With a Prayer in my heart,
Your biggest fan-Melisa Butler

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