Trevor made me a new office chair. That man is so thoughtful! I've been sitting at the computer a lot lately working, and it is seriously hurting my tushy so that I can't walk very well. So yesterday he took my chair apart and threw away the upper half of it. Then he took an extra Jeep seat we have and attached it to the bottom half of my old office chair.

The result? Oh MAN! I have NEVER EVER EVER sat in a chair so comfy.

If you can't picture it, think chair from your car with wheels attached at the bottom. Can you even imagine something so cushy on your bum?

It rolls around and even swivels! He's a genius!

Normal?

So we've been trying to move on/ move ahead with life for the past two years. It gets frustrating. I think I'm finally to the point where I can admit defeat. Life will never be what I picture, because apparently what is in store for us is much better than what I can imagine. At least that's what I'm now telling myself.

If this is what our normal life is going to be, I better start accepting it and stop resenting it. Wait, am I being cryptic again? Some things I'm not allowed to talk about, and so that's what I'm talking about here. LOL! Get it? Sorry I can't be more specific.

I registered Samantha for Kindergarten a few weeks ago. That was so weird for me. I don't know why, but it just doesn't seem time to send her yet. The real question is whether or not we will send Phoebe the year after Samantha. I don't want to be THAT parent who sends their kid to school just to get them out of the house, regardless of whether or not they are ready emotionally or physically for school. Argh. I guess I'll still have a year to make the decision. I must admit, it's a hard one. And I can't help but feel pressure from the other kids around us that are Phoebe's age. The truth of the matter is that she barely makes the deadline; as in by a week. And she is so scatterbrained and hyper, I just don't know how she will be ready to go. Maybe she would benefit having that extra year to mature and focus.

We are trying to decide where we can find some extra room in our small house to fit a crib. I took a huge van load to the DI this weekend. I was going to have a garage sale, but we really need the room and hey, I was on a cleaning and organizing mission. it had to go ASAP. Besides, all growing up my dad would always say "donating to the DI will give us extra blessings" so I'm counting on that.

I think I'm going to have to break down and go through my beloved prop closet and get rid of some of that stuff and some of my totally rad furniture too. It makes me sad. Anyone want a totally cool teal chair? It's one of those wing back chairs. It needs to be re-sprung. I haven't gotten around to it yet, but as a photo prop, it didn't really matter if it was saggy or not. It is such a cute chair!

Ah, so much to do. If you want to come help, feel free. You may leave with something you didn't know you wanted. :)

p.s. We've been sick-free now for two weeks! Yay! *knock on wood

Birthdays

Happy happy birthday Trevor dear....

Happy days will come to you all year....

I hope so anyway.

Trevor, you are the best husband, and most loving dad. You take such good care of us! 

We love that most days you can be found in the garage. Even though I hate it, I love that all your clothes are greasy and dirty from working on cars. I love that we don't have to pay for a mechanic. 

I love that we are so like-minded and believe in doing work ourselves instead of hiring someone else to do it. 

I love that if we ever buy a large item that needs to be assembled, we fight over who gets to put it together. 

I love that you took such good care of me and the kids this winter when I was so sick. You brought me all my meals in bed for a whole month at least... maybe longer.

I love how spiritual you are and that you make it a priority to read the scriptures with the kids every night. 

I love that you are such a good example to our children of hard work and diligence. 

And anyways, we hope you have the most happy birthday ever because you deserve it!