My name is Alyson and I have allergies.

I only have them in the Spring and Fall.

I get them the worst in the Fall.

Every year I forget I have allergies.

Then I remember.

I took a Claritin D last night.

The first time I've been able to take an allergy pill in four years.

It made me really loopy and weird.

I threw the tv remote at Trevor in the middle of the night. Really hard.

It took a huge chunk of skin out of his ankle.

It was bleeding.

I pulled some of my hair out.

I had some really strange dreams all about a soft white cloud.

I don't remember any of this except the cloud.

This morning we couldn't find Trevor's glasses.

We thought for sure that I picked them up in the middle of the night and with super-human strength crushed them in my hands to a pulp.

Then we found them. Unscathed.

I don't think I'll take any more of those things.

Sami Sue, I love you

Sami has made some breakthroughs lately and it gives me hope for her. Okay, maybe that's a tad dramatic. LOL!

Since starting pretty school (that's what she calls pre-school) and tumbling she has actually been more talkative. I think it has given her something to be proud of and a little bit of confidence. She still has a long way to go.

We love you Sami, messy hair and all!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!

Just thought you should know.

Some news and a funny story...

Logan has been in school for a week and a half. It has been great to get him out of the house. He loves being away from us too!

Trevor gave all of us school blessings the Monday before school started. It was really a nice way to start the school year. Yesterday Logan came home from school and said "Mom, I am so glad Dad gave me that blessing and IT REALLY WORKS! I've been so good at school!" LOL!

We have started Sami in preschool and I think that will be SOOO good for her. If you know anything about her, you know she is ME when I was little. SO SHY! I would much rather do preschool at home, but we felt like that would not have been a good thing to do for Sami. She really needs as much interaction as possible. We also decided to take it a step further with her since she is starting to act like a typical LOST middle child, and we signed her up for a tumbling class. Just another way for her to feel good about herself.

Things have only gotten more chaotic around here, and I don't think life could speed by any faster! Today as we were getting ready to send Logan off to school, I asked him to brush his teeth and comb his hair and just then the phone rang. I picked it up and talked for a few minutes.

When I hung up, we had exactly ten minutes to make it to the bus stop (about a half mile away). Perfect. Except Logan had not done what I had asked him to do. I rushed him into the bathroom and shoved the toothbrush in his mouth while with the other hand combing his hair.

Then we ran out the door. Except the girls stopped at the driveway. We had exactly four minutes to make it to the bus. I ran back to grab Phoebe's hand and as we were running across the street, she tripped. I looked back at her as she was going down, and she fell into my feet and made me trip too. LOL!

Both of us sprawled in the middle of the street, and Logan and Sami looking on saying "Come on! Get up!"

Of course it wasn't exactly that humorous at the time. Phoebe immediately had a huge goose egg on her forehead and I had huge chunks of skin missing from my hands. We were both bleeding and yet still running for the bus stop. Then a lady from our ward who had not seen what happened pulled up in her car beside us as we were running down the sidewalk. She wanted to talk, and kept attempting conversation with me as Phoebe was screaming and Logan and Sami were still running. I slowed down to a walk and tried to talk, but my mind was a huge jumble. I don't know how I got her to drive away, but she did and we were off at a run again. We made it with a few seconds to spare. Then Logan was gone and we sat down on the grass to examine our wounds.

Phoebe kept saying "Hit my head! Owie!" Poor little girl! I felt so bad for her! She was so excited to get a band-aid when we got home.

Now I think it's time to end this chaotic day and go to bed. I've had a migraine all day long.

I re-injured my shoulder. Trevor doesn't know. Don't tell him. He never reads this.

I was sitting at my desk and the kids were fighting. and fighting. So I JUMPED up to break up the fight, and JUMPED into the top of the desk with my shoulder.

Ow.

It has hurt for about a week and a half. Same spot. But it is starting to feel better finally. Kind of.

No. It is.

He just freaks out over it, and he doesn't need to.

That is all.

Oh, and I accidentally erased all of Phoebe's birthday photos.

I'm on a roll.

BWAHAHA! Time to go out for ice cream!

I realize I sound like I'm depressed lately.

I'm not. Really. Life is GOOD!

I can just picture Heavenly Father watching me and my antics and he is ROLLING on the floor laughing at me.

He has a sense of humor.

And I am THAT funny.

Logan Rides the Bus

Technically this was from Logan's second day of school, but we'll just pretend it was his first. I took him to school his first day, and that is just plain boring. He was so excited to ride on the bus. He really wanted me to let him ride it the first day, but there was no way I was going to miss out on taking him to school.
He looks a little nervous waiting here for the bus to show up.
He finally sees the bus coming!!
Logan's bus driver's name is Rusty.
Bye Logan! Have a good day!

So when I went to school to pick Logan up this afternoon (he rides the bus to school, but not home) Logan started crying and yelling at me hysterically that he wanted to ride the bus home and his friend was riding it home and how I was so mean. Ok. I think we've got some hormones going on.