testing testing

So Graycie got a new laptop...I'm just testing to see if I could successfully blog from it.  Maybe, just maybe...I'll start blogging again.

ps. tyson WAS NOT my last baby

ah snow days.  they're kinda the best, aren't they?  every single morning i wake up and wish so hard i could just crawl back into my cozy bed.  so when it finally snows and the school district finally decides not to be idiots and cancel school, i'm right there beside the kids celebrating.

steve and i ran around on thursday to pick up some snow gear for the kids so they could get out and play without coming in crying after two seconds because, "there's snow in my gloves/boots." plus i couldn't stand to see trent in the too small pea coat he's been wearing for two years.  (interpretation: too small; fits just right...if you need further explanation...just ask rachael.) so once they were all properly outfitted they never wanted to come in...it was bloody fantastic.  they sledded down our driveway for a while, and down the hill the neighbor guy makes every year.  he has a tractor and uses it to plow all the neighborhood driveways...then uses the extra snow to pile in his front yard and make a little sledding hill.  after that we piled into the truck and went to the park by the school for a bit. we had locked ourselves out of our house so we went to don and karen's to get the spare key.  perfect timing.  she was just making some french dip subs with the most amazing au jeux(sp?) suace.  i love that no matter what time of day you end up at karen's she just so happens to be making something delicious...and there just so happens to be enough for everybody.  my favorite is her response, "oh, i just decided to throw this together..."  seriously.  steve said, "glad we locked ourselves out."...we all agreed.

after getting home the kids stayed out sledding.  i went out too to help them build a little jump at the bottom.  cue neighborhood kids.  steve and i took turns shoving the kids down our driveway to launch them off the jump.  the littlest kids were the best...they caught the most air.  easton and graycie were a bit of a challenge, but they all had a blast.  we literally had a line of kids waiting to be shoved down our driveway...it was awesome. 

the next day amy and rachael brought their kids over to sled...same song, second verse...just a little bit louder, and a little bit worse. 

colton only went down on his stomach once i believe...he said it hurt his nuts.  sophie seemed to be happiest when i was taking her picture...pretty sure she cried or pouted the rest of the time...weird.  good times were had by all, until the next day when it all turned to ice and someone took a snowball to the face...still sad to see it go.

hello diana

Turns out I have a fan...my sister diana apparently loves my blog, so who am I to rob her of such joy? s'up diana?! Also recently found out that Mallory enjoyed it as well. holla back, mal! Two fans, makes blogging totally worth it. That and maybe  I've been a little jealous that rachael has been such an amazing and diligent blogger, journaling about all sorts of funny shiz her kids do and say. Aka...all the smack her kids talk. (hilarious).  so in true new years resolution fashion there you have it...i'm "bloggin" again. 

so to start, there is no way to recap what...9 months worth of stuff?  i coulda had a baby by now.  steve said no, so whatevs.  instead i'm just gonna go with what's most recent.  that being the hunting trip me, steve, easton, and tyson went on yesterday.  tyson was told by his father that he could take his bb gun next time he went hunting so he could "shoot ducks" and that was all he could talk about.  he asked me several times that morning, "mom, should we call dad to remind him to bring home some more bb's in case i run out, so i can shoot some ducks?"  no ty, pretty sure you have plenty.  ten minutes later, "mom, should we call dad and ask him when he's coming home, so i can get ready to go shoot some ducks with my bb gun?"  i swear this kid was more excited to "shoot some ducks with his bb gun" than he was on christmas eve.  i didn't have the heart to tell him, that there was no way in H-E-double hockey sticks that he would ever shoot a duck with his bb gun. 

steve finally got home from work and tyson was quickly ready to go.  when we got in the truck he told me jonathon (neighbor boy) kept looking at his gun..."i think he thought i was gonna shoot him with it."  we went over to don and karen's to grab easton, who by the way got his first duck and pheasant of his life this saturday.  needless to say...he's hooked.

 this is a picture from saturday.  steve, uncle ken, easton, and don.  those fools stayed out for 10 hours!

 we got to our first spot and started "hunting."  steve and tyson took one side of this little brush patch, while easton and i took the other.  (me being there simply to take pictures and complain about how cold it was.) turns out if there are coyotes around, chances are, there are no birds.  and there were two of them...coyotes.  one ran right out in front of me and easton.  i just stood there as it took off running, mouth open a little, just a kinda shocked like.  easton assured me he had his gun up to his shoulder with the safety off in case he had to shoot. and i assure you, that he did not.  i was standing behind him, and there was no raising of any guns.  pretty sure he stood there looking just like i did.  the other coyote ran out on steve's side.  bella took off chasing it and steve had to call the little hood rat back.  (she's kinda scrappy that one.)

so onto our last spot.  we all get out of the truck and the boys head over to a canal to sneak some ducks.  i think three got up and steve got one.  it landed on the other side of the canal so steve sent jett and bella over to get it.  they both took off running the opposite way of where the duck was so after a bit of coaxful yelling steve was able to get them heading in the right direction.  bella, actually using her nose was able to find it first.  but jett being the hunting alpha barreled into her saying "out of my way, female dog...this is my job" and took the duck from her to bring it back.  so into the water he goes...bella not far behind.  she is actually faster than he is and was able to catch up.  guess she felt a sense of entitlement cause she was determined to get a piece of the duck she rightfully found.  so the two dogs swam together with one duck in their mouths.  awesome. (bella prefers the leg)

when i asked tyson if he took a shot at the duck he told me, "dad forgot to take my safety off."  (sad face).  steve let him take a few practice shots and all was good.  crazy to think how big my kids are getting and the experiences they are having...here's to 2012 and hopefully doing a much better job of documenting these things.

the end.

a list of randomness

when i haven't blogged in a while, i usually have a bunch of little random things built up that i want to say.  no specific stories or events...just randomness.  so i've decided to blog in the form of a list to get me caught back up.  

***  i got an email from victoria secret and in the header it said, "hello bombshell!!! get cleavage and boost beyond compare."  uh...i'm pretty sure there must have been some sort of slip up in who they sent their emails to that day.  i mean, bombshell? sure. cleavage? guffaw!  unless of course that bra was made of cleavage, then maybe...just maybe. sigh.

***   you know what's not cool???  when your son sneezes while he's peeing...just sayin'.

***   you know what else is not cool???  scotty mcreary's mike handling techniques.  the way he holds his mike, and the way he kinks his neck all to the side drives me nuts.  i just wanna shout at the tv screen, "dude, it's not a taco!!!!" 

***  in church on sunday during the hymn easton says to me, "this song sounds like it could be in a count dracula movie."  uh, i kind of agreed.

***   walking by graycie's room i overhear graycie, trenton, and tyson in conversation.  the part i could hear clearly was when trenton asked tyson, "do you want me to call you man boobs?"  still makes me laugh.  totally loled typing that.  


***   i need to take more pictures.  i realize this when i go to look for a recent picture to post...and there are none.  


***   a while back easton and trenton were in their room and easton was getting his pj's on.  while he had his shirt off, trenton says, "hey gibby."  (if you don't watch icarly...you won't get this...and for that i am greatly sorry.)


***   another icarly reference.  trenton is totally saving up for a PEARPAD.  


***   easton is becoming such an incredible baseball player.  his swing is be.a.utiful.  he fouled a ball off last night that almost made it to the parking lot.  the coach from the other team yelled at him, "easton! you better not hit my car!"  made his day.  seriously, the sport i once hated, is becoming more and more enjoyable to watch.  you know, when it actually resembles a sport?  bad new?  trenton started t-ball.  boo.  seriously wish we could just skip that part.  supportive, i know.


***   graycie is doing well in soccer.  i love to watch her play goalie.  super fierce.  she starts softball too, and is very excited to start a new sport.  i can't wait til she's just a little bit older and can start a real sport though.  volleyball's coming, my love.


***   tyson is obsessed with baseball.  he can be heard constantly asking to be pitched to.  if there is no one to do it, or willing to do it, he will toss the ball to himself.  all day.  we were in the back yard and i was pulling some weeds.  apparently needing someone to watch and since i was preoccupied, he recruited the dogs.  "jett, bella...watch this."  seriously.


***   how you know when addy's around...

within the first ten minutes this is how my boys looked.  i adore addy and have a sweet spot for her in my heart.  i know all too well that her violence comes from a place of love.  i too had a lenny-esque daughter who sometimes loved just a little too hard.  "pretty rabbit."  as much as i adore her i had to protect my boys.  turns out the problem was nothing a little reverse cone of shame couldn't fix.  

 
***   it was pretty freakin' cute when she was trying to get something in the pantry higher than what she could reach.  she ran into the other room and grabbed her woody doll to assist her in her mission.  mission accomplished?  hmmmm...she may not be able to say words...but the girl is intell.i.gent.

the one with the blah

blah blah blah.  it's so what i feel like right now.  no matter what, no matter who i'm talking to.  it's just blah.  could be from the massive migraine i had this morning.  it's always super fun having a migraine while being a stay at home mom.  i forced myself to eat some rice crispy treats so that i could take some excedrin.  (well, it wasn't too forced...i could quite possibly live off of rice crispy treats.) i crawled back into bed and turned on a show for tyson.  i closed my eyes in intervals.  every 20 minutes i had to start another show.  after the first show was over and tyson yelled, "MOM! IT'S OVA!!!"  i explained to him the next time a show was over to please whisper and i will start another one.  whisper, start, repeat.  this cycle went on all morning.  four little bears, and 3 franklins.  i'm pretty sure there was an olivia in there somewhere...i lost track.

i think i've been to a grocery store of some sort every day this week.  costco for the bulk, and walmart or yokes for random things i've needed.  it's getting old, real quick.  i took tyson with me yesterday to walmart.   he was sitting in the cart and after a while i was thinking, "hmmmm....he's awfully quiet."  so not like him.  

when i walked around to the front of the cart...i learned why...

this kid was out!  outter than ricky martin.  he didn't move a muscle from the cart...to the car....

....to my bed.  almost 5 years old, and he can still be found napping daily.  in the most random places and in the most random positions.  makes for some great pictures though...one day i'll post 'em.  

you know what else makes a great picture???  a kid crying.  i know it's mean, but sometimes it is so freaking cute to see a kid cry. to HEAR a kid cry, however, makes me want to drop kick them out the back door.  tyson fell into the clothes hamper yesterday, and i just couldn't help myself.  

both sad and adorable all at the same time.  i have to admit, it was so hard not to laugh.  freakin' landoni's.  

st. patty's day was pretty fun.  thanks to amy and rachael for the inspiration.  we had green pancakes and milk for breakfast.  i made green rice crispy treats for tyson's preschool snack...along with some green grapes.  easton and graycie had all sorts of green in their lunches.  a sandwich with green lettuce, green grapes, apple juice in a green box, green rice crispy treats, and a green apple fruit roll-up.  they loved it.  when they got up in the morning, they were excited to see the balloon rainbow in the kitchen, a bag of gold (rolos) and rainbow candy waiting for them there.  trenton found a leprechauns hat by the sliding glass door...proof that one had been there.  it was pretty cute to see them get all excited to try to find some more clues.  unfortunately there weren't anymore to be found.  they finally came to the conclusion that bella ate the leprechaun.  sweet, huh?

the one with the demaracats

ugh...i don't know why it is so hard for me to be consistent with this whole bloggin thing.  it should be easy considering i get all inspired after i read the daily rachael first thing every monrning.  and it's really not that hard once i actually sit down and do it.  it's like taking a daily vitamin...i know it's good for me, strong bones, healthy immune system, yadda yadda...but for some blasted reason, i can't seem to make a habit of it.  

i found an unopened package of pretzel m+m's today.  finding chocolate is equivalent to finding money.  a few months ago i found 67 dollars that i forgot i had...finding chocolate today made me just as excited.  pathetic, i know. 

last weekend we went to portland...i love portland.  portland=NIKE. 

we stayed with my sister at her new place.  it was so much fun just to get to hang out with her.  it's been so long since we've just got to be around each other.  she's self-proclaimed herself as the "fun" aunt.  she doesn't have kids, so she has all these grand ideas of fun things to do and eventually have at her place to spoil her nieces and nephews.  i completely support and encourage this idea.  and yes, my kids love disney cruises, new trucks, and prada...just sayin.  she took us to this place called sky high.  pretty much a giant warehouse made of trampolines...the kids LOVED it!  this is a video of graycie doing a classic, "hey, hey...watch this." (insert attempted flip/trick/whatever) "wait...that wasn't it."  

erin called and left me a message yesterday to ask if my kids could come and play.  i mean, who calls and wants to take all of your kids...without pay, just because. why don't we live closer, WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?????!!!!!!! 

a few things easton:

him and i were standing in the kitchen, and he asks; "mom, are we republicans or de-mar-a-cats???" as if that weren't entertaining enough, graycie pipes in from the other room, "WE'RE CHRISTIAN!!!"  


yesterday he was eating some of my all time favorite potato chips (hawaiin sweet maui onion) that made my mouth water just typing that.  easton says, "if these are really made by hawaiins, then i LOVE hawaiins.  and that's the good kind of prejudice."  obviously not fully grasping that concept.  although, i love how sensitive he is to the matter.  anytime steve is talking about an athlete or someone, and describes them as black, easton always gets after him saying, "dad, don't be prejudice." 

a few things tyson:


aubs and addy were here the other day, and tyson got them all a cheesestick for a snack.  trenton, being trenton, tells him, "that's made from horse poop, you know." tyson fires back, "who caews...it still tastes good."  yeah, save it for sophie, trenton!

tyson thinks he's pretty amazing with his "karate moves."  but who can argue?  the kids a phenom.  he had to point out to me though that when sophie folds her arms and kicks her leg out to the side that that is NOT a karate move.  so the next time he was at sophies he had to let her know.  he demonstrated her move and told her, "that is not a karate move...it's just a batgirl move."


thought it was pretty cute yesterday to see tyson seeking help from his older cousin spencer on tying his shoes.  thought it was even cuter to see how patient and caring spencer was in trying to teach him.  

 

so pretty much all these pictures suck...cause i took em on my iphone, and not my super awesome super legit camera.  sad face

the one with the uneventful valentines

valentines was uneventful at my house.  honestly, i didn't even have ideas of great dinners and decorations.  i have been so ridiculously tired lately, and can't seem to kick this headache i've been having.  i feel like alicia, or something.  (shout out ...HOLLA). karen picked up easton and graycie from school, while me, steve, and the little boys went to the dodge dealership to look for floor mats for the van.  did i mention we got a new van???  (we'll talk about that later when i have taken some decent pictures...until then).  then we went to the gym and got our workout on.  this is the most consistently i have ever gone to the gym.  (besides sports).  after that we went to don and karens to get the kids and gave them each a new webkinz for valentines.  graycie told me i was the best mom EVER.  i guess that counts as a success, considering it was just this morning that she told me, "i love you almost every day." 

here are the valentines the kids passed out this year.  thank you to amy and rachael for their amazing blog stalking skills, without which, this would have never happened.  i LOVED them.  and so did everyone else.  even easton was stoked because everyone kept asking him, "how'd you do that???"  awesome.  

p.s.  i had a hard time keeping it together when graycie came up to me the other day to tattle, "mom, easton called me a jumbo sized woman."  k, sweetie...i'll deal with it. "easton, your sister is not a jumbo sized woman, and in fact a girl of perfect proportions." 

the one with the towel

this past weekend we (steve, easton, tyson, and i) went to puyallup for a krush hitting camp.  i'd like to give a shout out to each member of steve's family who each had a landoni representative at their house.  don and karen had trenton, amy had graycie, and rachael had jett and bella.  thank you guys!!! the camp was held at the northwest diamond sports which was pretty freakin rad.  we stayed in a tiny little hotel room, which was not rad, not rad at all. it was the only room they had left so that's where we stayed.  easton and tyson slept on the floor, though i don't think it would have made much difference where we slept...the bed was just as hard (that's what she said).  since the room was only equipped for two people there were only two towels.  it was a pretty easy fix though, we just skipped on hygiene that weekend for the boys and then steve and i had one towel each.  

day two, my towel was hanging nicely on a rack, and steve's was wadded in a corner (big surprise there.) so that night i kindly asked him, since he would be showering before me, to please not use my towel.  he tried to tell me that his was the one hanging up.  bwahahahahha*snort*hahahahahahaha*sigh*...i never laughed so hard.  so i repeated "do NOT use my towel."  judging by the smirk on his face, i knew he had every intention of using my towel, leaving me with the nasty wet one in the corner.  i could not allow such an event to take place. so i waited 'til he fell asleep, took my towel, and stuffed it in the pillowcase that i was sleeping on.  no way would he be the one with the fresh towel in the morning.  that's what you get for NEVER hanging up your towels....i knew this day would come...i just knew it.
 
 
i love when tyson says a prayer and is constantly LOOKING for things to pray about.  he said the dinner prayer tonight and it went a little something like this, "...and please bless that twenton will not eat his food while we saying the pear...and please bless that gaycie will not laugh while we sayin the pear...and please bless that mom will close her eyes while we sayin the pear..."


i did a cartwheel in my front room on tuesday.  the kids were all at school, and i got to wondering, "hmmm, i wonder if i can still do a cartwheel???"  and the answer is yes, yes i can.  

i've always know that i would not be a person that could ever diet, or cut back on what i eat...it's just too hard.  i recently proved this point to myself when my mom took me to bob's burgers (which is fantastic) and i asked her "what's healthier, french fries or onion rings???" she just laughed at me.  


my grandma springman turned 91 on monday.  i can not even describe how much i love this woman.  my favorite thing to do with her is play cards.  her famous line, "she always has aces."  said in her most adorable voice.  i love her hands.  they tell a story.  so whenever we play cards, i am fascinated to watch her little hands.  they are tiny, but you can see that they are full of hard work and love.  i just think she's the cutest thing ever. 

the one with the grizzly

i'm still pretty spent from this weekend.  we celebrated a friends birthday at olive garden followed by an evening loaded with all things girls talk about.  when i say all...that's pretty much an understatement.  never ceases to amaze me the amount of ground we can cover in just one evening, course we stayed out talking 'til 3:30, whatevs. it was fun, but i'm still paying for it. ;)


on saturday i watched addison for rachael so she could go to a basketball game with kent and colton.  i would say "we" watched addison, but she would have nothing to do with steve.  we all went to the sportsmans show and when steve would try to get her out of her car seat she would reach for me and say, "mama."  i would try to correct her and tell her to say "aunt liiisa" but she never caught on.  i had to carry her, or be the one to hold her hand. i was mama for the rest of the evening. 

my dad was there volunteering at the fish pond, which was fun having him help the boys while they fished.  after they caught their fish we took them to see the grizzly bear. addison loved it.  she reminds me a lot of graycie.  she's rough and tough, and has such a strong love for animals.  

it was pretty fun having little addy with us...she fit right in and enjoyed keeping up with my boys.  at one point however, we were walking through some of the booths when she spotted a pretty bracelet.  she snatched that sucker up quicker than don leaping over a rocking chair to keep a kid off the carpet with a beverage.  when i asked her to put it back she squeezed her little fist around it so tight and then told me to shove it.  she may have said it with her eyes, but i got the message.  i asked her again, a little more encouraging this time.  at this point she threw it on the floor.  i gave the lady of the booth a little nervous, "hehe." shoulder shrugged and walked away as quickly as possible.  


we picked up aubrey from don and karen's and took them home for the evening.  rachael told me addy hadn't taken a nap so she would probably go to bed early.  HAHA.  she fell asleep on the way home, from about 9:00 to 9:06.  she woke up when i brought her in, changed her diaper and got her in her jammies. i figured since she hadn't napped i could just rock her with her bottle and she'd fall back to sleep.  not so much.  i'm pretty sure rachael's team edward, because her children are vampires.  little renesmee didn't fall asleep 'til 12:15...a mere 15 minutes before the cullens got home.  and aubs didn't fall asleep at all.  i know this may not seem that late to most, but after staying out so late the night before i.was.dragging.  they took there little brood home, that's all she wrote.  lights out. 



trent's a funny character.  he is the sweetest and most mischievous boy i know.  he has a shirt that says, 'i make stuff up, all the time, like right now."  it is him to a t.  for instance, at don and karens a couple of nights ago, sophie came out of the laundry room crying. (this is where the famous candy cupboard is.)  she said that trenton put poison on the cookies.  yup, trent was in there too, and in fact, told her that he poisoned all the cookies.  sweet, right?

we were playing mario bros. last night and trent and i kept dying, he looks over at me and says, "we're pretty crusty, right mom?"  (i knew he meant rusty...but some things are too funny to correct.)


my mom makes the most amazing chocolate covered peanut butter balls.  these are usually a treat enjoyed around the holidays, but given her circumstances she hasn't made them until now.  she sent a plate home with me yesterday and i let the kids have one before bed.  when i told them all to go brush their teeth trenton says, "ahhh, i don't want this taste to go away...it's soooooo good."  


my mom recently got a bill for just her hospital stay alone.  one of many she's received.  this bill was $135,811.26!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that's like more than my house!  gary's response???? "worth every penny." is that not like the sweetest thing ever?  makes me love him even more, even if he does cry when i steal his diet pepsi.

graycie's gay necklace...

no seriously.  at don and karen's the other night, graycie was crafting and creating, as usual.  when i checked on her to see what she was making she showed me this...

uh, in the words of aubrey, "what. the. hell???"  i didn't say that, but i was sure thinking it.  "what is this, graycie?"  "it's a necklace i made for carson, since that's what he calls me."  *big sigh* just another one of her beautiful creations.  the next morning she was going to wear it to school, i quickly stated...i thought that was for carson.  oh yeah, she said.  crisis averted.  

karen put together a bunch of pictures of steve and i's reception, bridal shower, and a few other things.  looking through it was outrageous.  when did we ever look like that?  what were we thinking about in those pre-kid days?  why did i look russian?  steve so kindly points out that i've gotten better looking with age.  it's crazy to look back on 11 years ago.  i got sentimental for a moment when i was looking at all of those moments passed, then looked up at steve...seeing the gray in his hair and the maturity in his face and said, "we're growing old together."  though it made me happy...it kinda freaks me out. 

amy introduced me to the song, 'cigarettes and chocolate milk' by rufus wainwright....i'm obsessed.  seriously, i've listened to that song like 200 times in the past two days.  i feel like a teenager again, locked in my room listening to ace of bases' i saw the sign.'  on repeat.   

i took preschool pictures for tyson's class.  i was super nervous.  i kinda feel like a poser, pretending to be a photographer.  i did it simply because mrs. kristen asked me to. i think the pictures turned out okay.  course me and amy were pretty biased about who the cutest kids in class were...

the one with mlk

so i was fixin' to have some super mario time with the kids and told trenton to get it all set up while i finished cleaning the kitchen.  i finished up and was all ready to get our game on.  i walk over to the rocking chair (me, trent, and ty all sit together here while we play) and tell trent scootch over let's play.  he tells me, "hang on, i have to finish this."  finish what??? i look at the tv and realize he was hard at work making a very accurate martin luther king mii.  he had his scholastic hand out from school and decided the perfect way to honor MLK would be to make a mii.  

graycie drew me a picture the other day.  i looked at the picture and say, "how nice."  i looked at the bottom and asked, "is that an airplane?"  she says, "yeah, it's crashing into the twin towers."  uh, er....silence....then she continues, "but the robot is saving the day."  phew.  i didn't quite know how to react to her beautiful picture.  

this other one trenton drew.  pretty much just me and a tent.  i love it.  the end. 

 church yesterday was so amazing.  feeling the spirit and being uplifted was so what i needed after the week i'd had.  *cough, choke* wait...riiight, that's not how it happened.  yeah, it went a little something like this;

we blew in from outside and brought the chaos of that wind with us.  we were late for sacrament (gasp), which is such a shame, because as we were getting ready steve was telling tyson to hurry up.  tyson says, "so we can eat the bread, wight dad?"  yes, steve says.  "good" says tyson.  "i'm weally hungwy." 

we make our way to the very back row of the overflow.  those seats might as well have our names on them.  "reserved for the freakin' landoni's." and then in fine print it could read, "if you came to church to hear the talks...sit somewhere else." so trenton made it his mission to make the girl in front of us laugh.  mission accomplished.  trenton spent the rest of the time sitting on the floor facing me with his arms and legs folded, problem solved.  tyson couldn't keep his hands off of easton, so we rearranged to keep tyson isolated.  graycie decided to get some coloring supplies out of our handy dandy church bag. (the backpack theme song comes to mind when i think of this bag...seriously anything that you might need...).  but instead of asking nicely to hand her the bag, she figured it was probably easier to climb over two full sized people.  i disagreed, and asked her to get back in her seat.  oh, you didn't hear me???  let me say that again while shooting lightning bolts out of my eyes.  GET BACK IN YOUR SEAT! (said in the most intimidating whisper i could muster.)  uh, did you NOT see those lightning bolts????  let me add some daggers.  there we go.  so back in her seat she went.  as she continued to reach for the bag, i asked her kindly to put her hands in her lap.  she then preceded to hold her arms out in the air in front of her as to blatantly defy my request.  if the wind weren't bad enough, we had our own personal landoni storm going on in the back row of church.  at one point, i look over at steve with the stinkiest of stank faces and said, "i am NOT feeling the spirit." there you go...a typical sunday.  

(it's a pretty random picture...but i've always loved the boats at newport.)

 

it's all about tyson...

tyson is awesome.  he makes me laugh.  he's my last baby and i can not believe how big he's getting.  there are a few baby esque things that he still does that i think i will cry myself to sleep on my huge pilla (i have a big head) when he stops doing.  like when he stops running his little fingers through my hair when i pick him up, or when he's sitting by me.  or when he asks me about tomorrow, and not "when it's good morning."  seriously melts my heart every time he asks me, "mom, when it's good morning, can i wear my batman shirt?"  cutest thing ever.

when we go to my mom's house, he immediately asks for some gushas, and to play the wii.  his game of choice? wesowts-da-dowts.  (that would be wii sports resort.)  close, yes? (i asked tyson to say wii sports resort nice and slow for me...see if you can catch it.)

steve took him to get his hair cut yesterday and he pulled a colton.  he refused to get his hair cut.  so steve pulled a rachael, and told him they weren't leaving until he got his hair cut, even if they had to wait til all the other customers left. after they were the only ones in the shop, steve held him while they cut his hair.  yes they.  one to hold his ears as to not cut them off, and one to cut his hair.  today i asked him if he liked his haircut.  he says, "yes, but i look bald."

tyson and jett are best friends.  seriously the cutest relationship ever.  when he is upset and crying about something, he can always be seen petting jett while he cries.  when he watches tv, he calls the dogs to wherever he's sitting so he can pet them, or lay by them.  the other night, tyson fell asleep on the couch.  jett walked over to him and gave him a big ol' lick on the cheek.  jett loves him too. jett had a tumor removed on the 31rst of december.  it came back as cancer,  but they got it all out.  he just had a test done on wednesday to see if it had spread or not.  results say...CANCER FREE!!!!!  i loved listening to tyson's prayers, always asking Heavenly Father to make jett all better, and that he will be okay.  seriously best friends, these two.  

 

his other best friend.  seriously never known two kids who had more fun wrestling than these two.

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in primary yesterday they were talking about the scriptures and how we should hold fast to them.  trenton was asked what it means to 'hold fast' his reply, "to hang on tight before someone else takes it."


there is a picture of steve that looks so much like easton...it's scary.  in fact, i convinced all of my kids that it was, including easton.  

 

i have been playing super mario bros. way too much lately.  we have two remotes and i make the kids take turns with one, while i keep mine as we play.  all in the name of advancing.  my kids don't mind.  and i'm teaching them a very valuable lesson.  when you grow up...you don't have to take turns.  i'm a little embarrassed to admit how much i scream when we play.  the kids think it's funny and we all get pretty worked up when we die at the castle for the gazillionth time.  whatevs.

i laughed pretty hard at one of rachael's 700 posts when she was talking about us taking pictures of the sea lions playing in the waves.  i was expecting to see a picture of, well you know...sea lions playing in the waves.  so when i scrolled down and saw the specs she called heads, i LOLed.  i understand her proudness, she did birth them afterall. i wanted so badly to post a picture in the comment section, but since i couldn't, i figured i would post one here instead.  

 

so just to clarify, i don't think my pic is the shiz or anything...but it caught at least a fraction of what we saw. and i am not knocking rachael's skills as a photographer...AT ALL.  i was just expecting to see something a little different.  it was the coolest thing to see them playing and surfing like that.  

i am a changed woman.  i laughed at pain.  this is the complete opposite of how i used to be.  i guess it was just a matter of time, before these freakin' landoni's changed me.  i get it now.  last night i was in the kitchen and heard steve cry out in agony, followed by a united frenzy of laughter from the little landoni's.  i rushed back to our bedroom to find out steve had rolled his ankle and was now rolling back and forth on our bed moaning and yelling at the kids to get out.  i'm pretty sure they didn't hear...they were too busy pointing and laughing.  i looked back at steve and as i saw his butt in the air, wagging from side to side as he made noises that can only be compared to a baby rhino crying for it's mothers...i got it.  in that moment i changed.  the uncontrollable laughter filled my belly, and i believe i will never be the same.

"LA-HOOOOOOO!!!!!"