Long Time . . .

Holy Heck! I can't believe that two months have gone by without updating my poor neglected blog. I really have no excuse except that I haven't really been keeping up on blogs anymore. I feel like I keep in touch with people through Facebook, so my poor lonely blog goes unnoticed. But it's kinda what I use for journaling, and heaven knows I don't scrapbook anymore so I need to be better about this blog.

Let's see. The kids - the kiddos are fantastic. Easton is crazy as ever. Teagan is a hoot. Both of my boys are so full of character. I'm not really sure where children get such amazing personalities.



Easton - Easton is 3 1/2. He is my sweetie and naughty boy all at once. He loves and unloves me about 5000 times a day. I give him something, he says, "Mom, now I yuv you." I tell him no, and he says, "Well I don't yuv you anymorn. We not family. You fired" (Yes, he actually tells me all those things in one breath. He has to get out as many insults as he can at once). His love is so conditional. Pretty much based upon food. Feed him, he loves me. Tell him he can't have a popsicle, he doesn't "yuv" me "anymorn". His life consists of Sponge Bob and making messes - constant, never-ending messes. We call him Tornado because everything he touches down upon ends up being a disaster. But he is always ready to cuddle. All I have to say is, "Easton, PLEASE cuddle with me. I need you." And he will hop up on my lap and give me some loving. A mother could not ask for a better firstborn child. He is the greatest firstborn ever. And he is certain that all the ladies want him. All of them. According to Easton, all the ladies (young or old) think he's cute and want to yuv him and want to date him. I asked him, "Well what do you do on dates?" And he said, "Oh you just kiss. But I don't want to go on dates with dem. Just Mommy." That's my boy.



Teagan - I'm sad that I haven't kept track of Teagan's growth these past couple months. I have never known such a smily child. Always laughing. Always happy except when tired or hungry. He started rolling over a while ago, but started doing it all the time a few weeks ago. He's eating baby food now. He's so cute. I love his baby breath, his ability to produce gallons of slobber, the way he rolls onto his side and curls up to play with his toes, his sweet chattering and delightful squeals. He's 5 months now, and I am so grateful that he came to me 5 months ago. He came at a time when I asked God why He would possibly send me a child when life was falling apart. But we wouldn't survive without our little Teag. Easton loves Teagan. He smothers him, and I think if Teagan could talk he would tell Easton "Get up out of my space". He hates to be restrained, and Easton often makes Teagan feel confined to a tiny space, so then Teagan will cry until I pry Easton away from him. Teagers has also started scooting. he gets up on his knees and scoots his heart away. It's so cute to see your once immobile child begin developing into a big boy. I know he will be crawling soon, and I can't wait. He also holds his bottle quite a bit, but then drops it out of laziness because he knows mom will hold it for him. And I do.





Me - I have been busy with pictures, working out, wasting time on the computer, waiting around for my divorce to be final (and it is!), cleaning that which never looks clean (weird how that works), raising kids, helping my sis with her new baby, and going out with my best girlfriends ever. I have the best buds south of heaven. My two girls, Andrea and Staci, joined Golds Gym with me and my sis, and we have a blast working out and kicking our behinds into shape. I love working out with them. I love how I feel after I've worked out. I'm going to be going to a singles ward with my good friend Ashley, and it's weird to be back in that boat. I'll have to hang out with the single people again. Large groups of single people scare me. They're all so . . . single-y. And mingle-y. How do I do that? How do I get single-y again? I've forgotten my moves. Gotta dig my skills out of the closet. Gotta catch me a nice pretty fish, and I will in time.

My sister had her baby on June 10th. Sadie Faith Berkabile. 5lbs 120z, 19 inches long. We call her Sadie Bad Girl. Poor little lovely has had some problems with acid reflux, and she's had a rough start. But she is lovely, and I'm sure she'll get happier with time. It sure feels longs to Becca, though, and I know how that goes. Newborns are not my favorite. There's no way around that truth. I like babies when they hit two months. Then we can be friends. Aside from Becca having her baby, nothing else has gone on.





I'm hoping to do some traveling this summer. I've got to fly to Salt Lake twice to do pics. I hope to visit my good friend Anisha in August or September in San Francisco, and I really want to head to Meridian to get together with all the ladies I miss so much. Also, maybe a Havasupai trip in August if my mom will be crazy enough to watch my kids for a few days. We shall see about that.