USU vs BYU

Special USU vs BYU shirts: $14

Buying tickets from a scalper: $20

Beating BYU: $0 ... its nothing new. :)

Not being related to Max Hall: PRICELESS

GO AGGIES!!!!

Laugh if you wish... we did!

Koy was reading a story one day in crazy jibberish and it was pretty funny so I thought I would catch it on video... The ending is the best.

Hunting in AZ 2009

We just returned from 10 days of Arizona fun. Danny talked me into putting in for a coues deer tag in the Superstitions. First off, I've never even heard of a coues deer. And the Superstitions? I've driven past them half a million times yet never imagined they were populated with deer. Initially we planned on taking horses, but with the crappy monsoon season and not wanting to turn myself into an outfitter, we decided to backpack. And yes, I've made fun of the granola-crunching booger eaters my whole life and used to say that if the good Lord intended me to walk I would have been born with 4 legs and a long tail. Anyway, I bought a pack, quit drinking soda for 2 months, and totally intended to exercise, but never have been good at voluntary exercising. Cap that off with my refusal to "go light" as backpackers would have it, I loaded my pack with clothes, my bedroll, camp chair, GPS, batteries, binos, and ammo, and it weighed in at 66 pounds. That was before I tacked on the food and 8 liters of water. (8 liters @ 2.2lbs/liter = 17.6) So that's 84 pounds before food, my gun, and Johnny's spotting scope. After walking 100 yards with that thing strapped to my back I was ready to set up camp. 4-5 miles later I was ready to turn the gun on myself. But that was the worst day by far. The rest were fairly easy.
The first day and a half I was hating hunting. I hadn't seen anything. I told myself I was trophy hunting, but it appeared that I drove 800 miles to look at the desert. Then I stumbled upon some pretty awesome sheds. I only got a picture on my phone and can't figure out how to get them to my computer, but I'm having them mounted and will show pics later. 3 points on one, 5 on the other, all in the classical basket shape of a white-tail rack. Nate and Johnny wanted to buy them from me, but it turns out that those 2 horns were all I came out with, I never even put a bullet in my gun. Still, the sheds made it all worth it. If you lay the sheds down next to each other they form a heart, and I told Sherrie that I was going to put our picture in the middle and a plaque on the bottom that said "horny love" but she wouldn't go for it. Guess I'll just have to get them mounted. The 3 experts I know (Nate, Johnny and Danny) all seem to think he'll be around 110 or 120 inches, which is pretty big I guess. Especially on a deer that weighs only 80 pounds and stands around 32 inches tall. So, that's my mighty hunting story. Here are some of the pictures with Danny and photo-genic Nate. I never would have guessed that in a million years, but it's true. I don't think I'm afraid of him anymore...
While us men were off killing beasts of the field to provide food and raiment for our wives and children, they were at home complaining that we were off trying to kill beasts to provide for them. Ungrateful little .... I'm only kidding. Mostly kidding. But nothing is stopping you women folk from organizing the female-version of a hunting getaway. We would be happy for you to have a getaway to allow you to get back to your cave-woman roots. As long as it's not during hunting-season I guess. And as long as you come home clean shaven and smelling good. How is it that men go hunting, much to the chagrin of the women, and come home ugly, smelly, dirty faced, messy, hairy, and tired, yet you are glad to see us? Women...
Actually, Sherrie was able to spend some good time with my sisters and my mother. No wonder she was glad to see me when I got home. But thanks again sisters and mother for letting us crash at your places. It's been almost 2 years since we were in AZ and it was a fun trip. Actually, it was only fun being at your places and hunting. The driving back and forth are the main reason why it's been 2 years since our last visit. But Koy did super good on the 800 mile journey, so it really was better than anticipated. Going home always opens my eyes to how fast life is. It seems like just yesterday Sherrie and I were moving in to our basement apartment and listening to a daily lecture from our 85 year old land lord about how fertile that basement is/was. (He either thought we were infertile or was too deaf to hear our many practice attempts to procreate.) And Sherrie made a quilt with Kimmy which she is super proud of. Thanks to everybody, and I guess that's all.

Birthday Boy! ... plus one week...

Koy Boy turned one last week! The last year has flown and the poor little guy was sick for his big day. Millie and Mom decided that he looked like uncle Fester (I think that's his name) from the Adam's Family. He really did. His poor eyes were so red! He had a pretty rough check up the day after his birthday. (I almost cried too!) He had 4 shots, a toe prick and few other things that weren't so fun.

His 1 year stats are: 19 lbs 10 oz - 10th percentile.

Height: 29 3/4" - 50th percentile.

He is kind of a shrimp but what he lacks in size he makes up with his personality. He's a crack up! These days he just jabbers almost all of the time. He likes to say "boo" and squeel like he's scared. He can say a few words like dut (duck), ma ma (na na if he's mad), da da, eth (yes) and everything makes a barking noise unless you correct him. He tries really hard to moo but it just turns out like mmmm. He likes real food and not baby food so much. Actually, it just turns into a spitting war so I gave that up. We had a fun little birthday party but he got cranky and he didn't really want anything to do with his cupcake so he went to bed early. Oh well! Here are a few pics from the big day. Enjoy!

I don't think he knew why we were singing and he looks kind of like he wants to Justin to save him from the situation. I don't blame him. We're not exactly Mo-Tab material.

He didn't really like the frosting. Wierd.

This made me sad. Here are his footprints almost one year apart. He used to be so little!

Sometimes being a baby

...wears you completely out.

Mr. September

Here is your Mr. September folks. This 11 month old boy will melt your heart with his giggle and his smile. Really, I'm not shocked he won. Just look at this cute little pose...

J/k. He really didn't win any contest but we're just still in amazement that Koy will be 1 next month. Where did this year go?! We were looking at Koy's pics w/Melissa on Saturday night and it made me so sad because he just grew up so fast. I had forgotten how sweet he was and his first giggle and the little coo-ing noises he used to make. It's enough to make someone want another one... but not right now.

On Monday, I won the bad mom of the day award. Really. When Koy woke up at like 6 I decided to just let him cry in his crib while I ran downstairs and made him a bottle. I figure two hands are better than one, so making a bottle without Koy in my arms would be a cinch. Nope. I got the bottle all ready and went to put the lid on and tipped the whole dang thing over. Arg. So then after that, I got another bottle made and Koy went back to sleep. At 7:30 I hurried and got my jogging clothes on so we could go when Koy got up. I picked him up and we rocked for a minute and then he sat up and spit up all over me and the chair and carpet. Arg again. We went on our jog and the rest of the morning went well. Then I went to put Koy down for his afternoon nap and made him a bottle. I carried him upstairs, grabbed his blanket and binki, and put him on our bed to change his diaper. He was drinking his bottle and he was being really noisy but I didn't think anything of it so I finished the diaper change. Then I looked up and Koy's face is covered in formula, he is grinning at me, the bottle is almost empty, his outfit, blanket and our bed is soaked. I didn't get the lid on the bottle tight. ARG!

Later that afternoon I decided to hurry and make some oreo cookies. I was trying to hurry and frost the cookies and get the mess cleaned up before Justin got home and Koy just starts to SCREAM! I look down and he had stuck his hand inside of the broiler box on the bottom of the oven. I picked him up and ran his hand under cold water until he calmed down. It didn't take long and when I looked at his hand I couldn't tell where it was burned. So I sat him in his chair and gave him a cookie to eat. He was having a hay day with the frosting so I went to take a pic and he grabbed the cookie with his burned hand. This almost made me cry...

That must have hurt so bad! Poor guy! So we ran his hand under water again and then I just plopped him in the sink and let him play in water again until Justin got home. It took a while for the blisters to appear and this is what his burns looked like yesterday...
One of the blisters popped last night, so I popped the rest of them this morning and put band-aids on them. Koy's a champ because he didn't even cry or fuss when I popped them. He's actually been doing pretty good but I feel like the crappiest mom in the world right now. It's a good thing he won't remember this and it's a good thing that Tyler's "Mr. Dr. on Call" and he knows what to do. Thanks Ty!

He makes me laugh...

Koy is pulling himself up to everything and getting into things he shouldn't and dancing to every clip of music he can hear. He learned how to flush the toilet the other day and then he couldn't take it anymore... I think he wanted a bath...

I was trying to put pictures on the computer and this is what was watching me...

... so I gave him some crackers... and he made a mess...

...and then he got kind of upset so I went to help him and this is what I found...

What a goober.