Kate's Beautiful Life

At Least once a year

2010-02-01T06:39:00.000-08:00

I make it a point to maintain my blog regularly. I m ean, I have my piano tuned about once a year, so the blog should be at least that frequent.

Two things- Hunter is still my happiest baby/toddler. He is almost always smiling and he is so lovable.
- the secret thing was Nephi and Lyndsay getting married. and that has been great. They are expecting a bouncing baby. Hooray

And I have taken up running. Who knew? Time to hit the treadmill today.

Hunter

2009-03-23T16:29:00.001-07:00

Howie told me that I shouldn't name my blogspot hyrumnkimber because they wouldn't be the only ones.
Enter: Joseph Hunter Anderson Nov 9, 2008.
He is my happiest baby to date- and yet he has a little tummy issue. If he has gas, he becomes my loudest child to date. Poor little guy.

Birthday

2009-03-23T16:27:00.000-07:00

My birhtday this year will be so interesting. I get to make a trip to Utah, which is great. Howie is watching the bigger kids and I get to take the baby. I get to go all by myself (I guess baby is included in my sense of self for a bit) to see something so special and fun- and semi-secret :) fun. I love it. I'll tell you how it goes

Midnight Madness

2007-06-26T00:27:00.000-07:00

Piece of junk...
Something about late hours (or early hours) seems to make things work less efficiently (or not at all). Mostly, I am complaining because after my kids went to sleep tonight, I had the odious task of balancing the books. This is hard at any time of day, but becomes more difficult when half the web sites I need to access shut down for maintanance during the foggy hours of the night.

Of course, now that I am done, I guess I shouldn't complain about my slow computer. It got the job done, right? The thing I am truly annoyed with now is that the computer isn't working as smoothly as I would like while I am surfing the web, checking my email and writing my blog. The quesiton is, why on earth do I have to do those things in the middle of the blessed night!?! Can't I just turn off this computer and get a little sleep before the kids are up again? Of course I can. The following is me practicing my self control.

zzzzz....

Why babies were not meant to have hair

2007-06-22T09:58:00.000-07:00

Imagine a lawn. You like your lawn finely manicured. Unfortunately, the lawn may not feel the same way....
Now, put your lawn on a huge bowling ball so it is nice and spherical (this is a mowing defense tactic and if all lawns were smart, that is how they would insist upon growing).
Make it so the sphere of turf can role away when it is concerned about something. And add a large speaker that lets out unpleasantries when the lawn is abused or subjected to humiliation.
Now you are ready to bring out he lawn mower. The lawn looks at it with interest until you start the mower. Immediately, the lawn shrinks away and emits load noises. You must chase the lawn and hold it down while you complete the first few passes with the mower. Amid escalating cries of horror, the lawn reels and turns to avoid the mower, making it impossible to cut the grass evenly. Seeing the futility of continuing in this fashion you decide that perhaps the lawn will react more favorably to garden sheers.
The lawn stops running away as soon as that dreadful mower stops. Immediately, the lawn becomes fascinated by the clippers and attempts to watch every snip. This is tiresome to you and the lawn, so the lawn decides to try and take over its own cutting. Somehow, you keep the clippers in your own control and complete some semblance of a decent trim. I wouldn't call it a fine manicure because there are renegade pieces on various sides poke out unpredictably. If all lawns were as difficult to cut, I imagine there would be more shaggy lawns. Of course, it isn't a lawn at all, it's a babies bobbing head. Lawn are much easier because they have no ears to nip and do not grab for the clippers. And lawns have no little brown eyes to fill with sad baby tears. Fortunately, most babies are born semi-bald, simplifying life for frustrated hair cutters everywhere.

Back in the Game

2007-04-26T13:14:00.000-07:00

I got a phone call this morning from the Pima County Prosecuting Attourney's office. Fun fun. No, it was not about my rapant avacado eating binge. About 2 months ago a kid spray painted a wall beside our property and I called the cops. What really trips me out is that when they picked him up, the young man confessed and was carted home to his parents for a little wrist slapping. Today the attourney's office called me because this young man was involved in more serious gang related crime and they wanted to know anything that I had seen or could possibly guess from the tagging incident.

Wow.

I hesitate the pull the "Government Should do More" card because I think it is way over used. That being said, could the governemnt have done more? I just feel so saddened that the consequences for the small stuff weren't serious enough to keep this kid from doing bigger stuff. It makes me worry about the world a little more. I suppose I know that the last days are coming, and all. Yet I wonder if there is something more I could do to fend off the dark tides before the end of the world as we know it.

So, I put the Sherrif's department on speed dail.

Chocolate: a gift from above

2007-02-24T13:17:00.000-08:00

Kimber's turns two, eats frosting instead of blowing out candles

Girls night

2007-02-23T20:44:00.000-08:00

I can't help feeling an enormous amount of guilt whenever I have to leave my husband alone with our two children. Usually it only happens when I'm going to a church meeting, a quick run to the sotre, or an appointment. Tonight I just went to the climbing gym with a friend.

It was releaving to get out of the house and have a little time to laugh and hang out with the girls. But it was short lived for me. By 7:00 pm when the other girls were talking about going out for dinner and ice cream, I was ready to go home to my sweetheart. Sad, isn't it?

I missed him. The kids, I cnould be without for a fwe more hours and be okay. But I really missed the person that I share my life with. It was fun being with the girls, but it would've been more fun with Howie. We've only been married 3 years. Maybe I'll grow out of this stage. I hope not.

Using kids to establish your identity

2007-02-21T12:00:00.000-08:00

It's intersting to see how quickly life changes when one becomes a parent. I used to have such an interesting life. I was into music, rock climbing, snowboarding, camping, dutch oven cooking, sand volleyball, politics.... it goes on.

Shortly after I met the man of my dreams and became his wife, we decided that our lives could use more adventure and we had our first child. wow. What an adventure it has proven to be. It takes all of the time and resources we have to be competant parents. Now just about every conversation I have somehow leads to early childhood education, formula, diapers, teething, nap times... it goes on.

The most strange thing about my parenting adventures is that I would think any thing that dragged me away from the hobbies and interests that formed my life might cause me to become bitter and feel lost. The opposite is true for me. Even though I haven't kept up with the new congressmen's speeches, the latest hits on the radio, and my boarding skills are almost completely gone, I feel fulfilled. The little feet that are kicking me as I type this blog are so doggon cute. I just can't imagine having a full life without having these pitter-patter makers around.

I think the biggest challenge as my kids are growing is to get back into the things I loved before they were born so we can enjoy them together. Of course, the kids aren't into Rage yet, but they don't mind a little Cake.

It's easy to see the down side. It's not so easey for us to move about as it once way. Spontaneous dates and trips depend on stroller accessibility. And diapers... well, they will always be a drag. But the upside is so beyond what I thought it would be. There's nothing like being a parent. It takes all my time, my patience, and my creativity. Any one can take my place at work, but no one can take my place as a parent. I love it.