"can you say cho-co-la-te m-i-l-k"

Hey everybody this is my first attempt to blog and it is already exciting!! So yesterday Jackson really wanted some chocolate milk and kept grabbing my leg and asked, "Dad can I have some chocolate milk please?" I think he had been asking for about five minutes when I realized that my "DAD" instinct to block out such requests had kicked in and I hadn't heard what he was asking so I asked "what?" He replied "I want some chocolate milk!" and another "DAD" instinct kicked in and I replied "Go ask your mother". He came back after a few minutes and said "Mom said I could have some chocolate milk!!!" So I said "Okay I will make you some". Somewhere along the way Jackson got the idea that his Dad needed a little help and said. "Dad can you say cho-co-la-te m-i-l-k" So that is the day that my three year old son taught me how to pronounce chocolate milk. Oh and Brian if we were in a contest I could totally learn how to say chocolate milk faster than you.

"Go Team Falcon Kickers!"

This is how much Jackson liked playing in his soccer games.

Here's coach trying to give Jackson a pep talk.

Here's Jackson's team giving a final cheer at their final game

When Jackson wouldn't play in the game Jared asked what was wrong. Jackson loves playing soccer with Dad and his team mates but he didn't like the idea of an opposing team. So when Jared yells across the field to Jackson what he meant was "You don't need to be afraid of the other team in red" what he yelled was "It's okay Jackson, they are kids just like you-they're just a different color." Oh, husbands say the darndest things!

"B" is for "bakery"

For Jackson's "pre-school" they were learning the letter "B" so they got to take a tour of the Ukrops Bakery. Jackson used to be the only boy and he was the youngest so he got a lot of attention from the girls, but now the ratio is 3:3 but he still likes to be the ladies man. Except now he just has someone to play fight with and they don't run away crying when he shoots them with a pretend laser. But the boys do fight over pretend spaceships. It's actually pretty funny. Jackson will steal another boys invisible spaceship and the boy will cry because Jackson won't give back the invisible spaceship. So I have to tell Jackson that it's rude to steal other peoples invisible toys and he need to give it back. It's always something.

This was the freezer part of the tour

This was the Tanner part of the tour

This was the most fun part of the tour because they got to decorate their own cake and write their names on it and take it home and let Dad eat it.

"Trunk or Treat"

So last night was our big ward halloween party. Jackson loved being Super man. Tanner scared himslef to tears being Frankenstein. It was fun.

I just have to add some before and afer pics of the boys so you can see what our little blondies really look like, although I think this is what they were meant to look like in the first place (with the black hair).

Tanner warmed up to the idea of being green and scary after he figured out it was all to get tons of candy.

Journal writing

I grew up writing in my journal almost everyday. Some people would say that is a sign of diligence and that my future posterity will greatly appreciate my time and effort. That I will have left something of great importance because it shows who their mother, grandmother, great great whoever really was and how people really lived -or whatever it is that draws people to read about other people's personal lives.

I worry about what my posterity will find. At first it's kind of fun to read my old journals. I was embarassingly obsessed with boys I never had the guts to talk to, Jonathan Taylor Thomas (still haven't figured that one out), and my friends. Then as I got older I started writing more spiritual things and that always makes me feel good to remember when I really started figuring things out. But then writing started getting sparse and you can see the harsh effects of the child bearing years. It seems that I no longer have the time to sit and write about all the funny things the boys do everyday and about how happy I am being a mom, but I seem to find ample time to jot down the chaos and anger I feel when I find a whole roll of toilet paper in the toilet or Jackson has decided that not only is his body a canvas for artwork but so is Tanners.

So I have concluded that I want to take Elder Eyring's advice in keeping a journal, but I have decided to go the extra mile and keep two journals. One for Happy thoughts and the other one for my real thoughts. Then at the end of it all someone will have to burn the latter to spare my poor posterity of knowing where they really came from.