Anything for a smile

I don't know why, but this video makes me smile, so I decided to share. Enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zlfKdbWwruY

Roughing It

Well, I just got home from the Sego "Camp Trip". Now, we Sego's use the term "camping" very loosely when we talk about this annual trip. My mom started this annual event two years ago, perhaps for my benefit (because prior to that my family really did go camping and had a tough time convincing me to come along).

It's not that I'm a snob; I just can't cut it (the whole camping thing I mean). I just simply don't like to be dirty or feel dirty. And I don't like to sleep on hard things, even if there is a ever deflating mattress separating me from that hard thing called Earth. Then add the prospect of getting bit by bugs, smelling like camp fire, and having to fish for your dinner. No thanks! So usually, I just stick to day trips in the beatiful outdoors, which I can truly appreciate while I'm clean.

So, the family has upgraded to "roughing it" in a cabin. Now, even here, the term "roughing it" is used loosely, because my mom seems to find the luxury cabins, which I am not at all opposed to. This year, we "camped" in Timberlakes (above Heber). We "roughed it" in a 4500 sq ft, 3- story cabin, where each couple had their own room with a comfortable queen bed and fluffy couch. We could have watched movies in our own rooms, but come on, you don't watch TV when you're "Camping". Instead my nieces and nephews did their annual pajama fashions show one night and a, I fear new tradition, of a play. My niece Amy wrote a play of her own version of Peter Pan, which turned out cute because of the kids, who played 2-4 roles each in the play except Amy who was Peter Pan. Very entertaining!

Anyway, we loved it. Tyler walked around the place like he was in Candy Land, like he owned the place. He loved it! He loved having other kids around, which sometimes makes me feel pressured to have more very quickly just so he can have playmates all the time. Oh, the pressure. But he loved being around all the kids and getting so much attention from my mom, Becca, Jen & Craig, and the others. I honestly feared he might not want to go home. But, it was nice for me, too, because I got to relax for a couple of days.

So, now we're home and back to the daily humdrum. No more "roughing it" for at least another year.

Yeah, and, as usual, I forgot my camera, so I'm left to try to beg pictures off my more responsible family members. Thanks a ton, Becca!

This is Becca with Tyler and Greta (Julie's daughter, who is 2 1/2 months younger than Tyler). Some people say they definitely look related. What do you think?

Fishies

Today, Chris and I decided that since we had nothing better to do and since Las Vegas is so close ( less than 1 1/2 hours away) to drive out to see the Bass Pro Shop. My sister had seen one in Missouri and had told me they were very cool, even cooler than Cabela's. Now, I personally do not think Cabela's is that great of a place to visit, but Chris looks at it like it's his little Disneyland (well not quite that great, but you get the point). But my sister truly thought the Bass Pro Shop was cool, so it must be.


Honestly, it just reminded me of Cabela's. They do have a couple of small waterfalls, sharks, swordfish, and other large fish hanging from the ceiling, and a really huge, cool aquarium. (If you're in the area, it's nice to visit; but don't make a special trip to see this place).

Tyler loved the aquarium. He also learned a new word, "fishies." All I did was point to the fish once and told him what they were. After that he would just stare bewildered into the glass tank and say, "fishies", over and over and over. We must have stood there for over an hour just staring into the tank while he pointed and called to the "fishies". Even after we walked away, all he could talk about was the "fishies". I am truly a proud parent; I love all the new words Tyler is learning.

My only regret: I FORGOT MY CAMERA TO CATCH THE MOMENT!

Here are some pictures from the Bass Pro Shops' website. Unfortunately, they didn't have a picture of the aquarium, but this second one is of all the sharks, swordfish, and other large fish hanging from the ceiling.











(As a side note, I have heard the one in Missouri is twice the size and twice as cool).

Tyler likes the Water

Tyler has learned a new word, which he says all day long. He has been practicing it every day. He goes around the house saying, "Water, water, water." He points to the tub and says it. He points outside and says it. Apparently, he's obsessed with water (this he gets from me).


He loves bath time and would stay in there for hours if daddy would let him. He has even figured out how to turn on the water, so he's never deprived of more warm water.

And, now he loves the pool. The house we're living in has a private pool, which is AWESOME!!! Tyler loves floating around in his airplane floaty and splashing. Sometimes, he thinks he a big person and that he should be able to walk/swim freely in the pool without assistance or floating devices. Although, we think this makes him brilliantly smart and cute, it worries me as well. Luckily, the pool is completely fenced in and Tyler can't open doors yet. For now, we love our daily visits in the "water, water, water".

We've Moved!

Well, Mr. Wonderful has convinced me that we must move yet another time (this is the 4th move for us in our 3 years of marriage). I wasn't excited about the change, since we had been in our home for 19 months and I had really liked it there (despite the tedious commute to get anywhere). But opportunities speak, so we packed up and moved (I packed boxes, he moved them).

As many know, construction is slowing drastically in the north, so business was very slow for us. After scrapping for work to stay alive in Utah and Salt Lake Counties, we (as in Chris with me benefiting from it) received a big opportunity to sign on with a big project down south. It's something Chris has dreamed about since he started his Plumbing business, so he's been really excited for it. Who was I to scwelch his dreams? And, anyway, after this crazy long winter we've had, I welcomed the idea of moving to a warmer climate. So here we are in St. George and loving it, so far.

after a grueling move and unpacking for the past two weeks, our new home is settled at last. It took a little getting used to the new house for Tyler, but now he's running the place as if he's always owned it. And we have a guarantee that we'll be here for at least 2 years, since we had to sign a two-year lease. So no more moving for at least that long. As for St. George, it looks like the project will take about 6 years to complete, so we'll be here for at least that long.

So, what is St. George like? HOT??? One of my cousins told me that Jay Golden Kimball had said that if he owned a house in St. George and a house in "Heck", he'd sell the house in St. George. Now, I'm not sure of the validity of this statement by said person, but St. George can be hot (it's true). But honestly, it doesn't seem much hotter than up north. We had a little cold front last week, so the weather didn't get above 98. This week, however, the weather is back on track (105-110). Thank goodness we have our own pool!!! : ) And, I USE IT EVERY DAY!

So, if you ever make it down south, feel free to stop by! We miss all of you (family, friends, and others). We hope to see you soon!

With a face like this....

it's no surprise, he usually gets his way.

Tyler's Trip to the Zoo

On Saturday, we decided to take Tyler to the ZOO for the first time. For me, it seemed like the same zoo I remember from my rare (once every 5 years) visits. The animals in the same places. The hot sun beating down on us. The animals you really want to see always hide. Did I mention it was HOT!!!!

For Tyler, it was something new. He mainly just liked to point at the animals, try to stand up in his stoller, and talk or yell at the animals. As far I could tell, he liked the cheetah best (because he pointed and talk to it the most). He also liked the monkeys. But he just stared at the rhino.

In the end, we knew when it was time to go home. . .