Today I officially became a scrapbooking groupie

I took my kids down to Gateway Children's Museum with my sister-in-law today. As I was watching my kids play in the helicopter I started talking to some women next to me. One of them looked familiar, and then I placed her. I knew her name. All because I have a serious addiction to scrapbooking and the magazine this wonderful woman works for. I think I have been reading Simple Scrapbooks for almost 5 years. I recognized Wendy Smedley from her picture. She even invited me to come down and meet some of the staff. I didn't act quite as giddy as I was inside, because I didn't want to seem like a psycho-path scrapbooker who is playing "Where's Waldo" with scrapbooking industry women, but I am soooo excited. So there it is. I am a groupie, and for those of you who don't understand, thank you for listening anyway

Snow Canyon (really sand canyon)

Last weekend we took a family vacation to St. George. I was beautiful weather and quite enjoyably exhausting for all. The kids had tons of fun playing on the sand dunes at Snow Canyon, but my husband wouldn't let me take my camera because of all the wind and sand. It was probably our last trip as a family of 4. We also watched the planes take off at the airport several times. It reminded me of pre-9/11 when we could get remotely close to an airport. The other really fun thing was meeting Jason's brother's baby, Tori, for the first time. Eli and Tori became fast friends because Eli would let her fake punch him in the face and she'd giggle and giggle. (She's 6 months old, but even so I made Eli stop because his face got so red.) Anyway, good times, good times.

Is Restaurant Mommy similar to Malibu Barbie?

Wyatt woke up this morning and said we needed to play restaurant and he wanted pancakes and eggs. After I made it for him, he said "Thank you, Restaurant Mommy." I really think that isn't my whole job description. I'm also Laundry Mommy, DIshes Mommy, Park Mommy, and best of all Beautiful Mommy. (Wyatt tells me that to get what he wants I think.) Anyway, now you also know our favorite kind of egg is over medium with ketchup. :)

My own roller coaster

I'm trying hard to feel the love of having a baby right now. I'm totally uncomfortable and sometimes frightened for what I know I'm in for again, but I think I'm feeling like I can wait til the end for a little while more. I can remind myself to enjoy the movements and the fact I don't hear crying. But I long to sleep on my stomach, and to stop moving like a whale. Yesterday I had tons of energy, today I couldn't vacuum if my life depended on it. ( Well maybe if my life depended on it.)
The other thing I've been pondering today is why someone else's bad mood can make me feel so bad too. Does everyone feel this way?
On the up-side, we are going to St. George this weekend. Ahhhh... 60 degrees sounds heavenly. Oh, and I'm starting to read the Diary of Anne Frank. I never read it as required reading, so here's to the beginning of a long list of classics I need to catch-up on.