Grand Canyon

If only we could tie our children up to an old hitchen post.....

Here are some pictures of the Grand Canyon from last weeks trip. The Cowboy hats were the best part of the Trip. Mark did not want the kids to get burned so he put a historical story about how the hat was the Cowboys best friend in the west, even more important then their gun.... you could not get the hats off the boys after that.

This is a walkway 4000 ft above the canyon floor. Logan and Mark were fearless.... The rest of us had to walk very slowly.

The Boys were getting way to close to the edge for me..

We've been tagged!

I think we've been tagged before but we didn't know how to play the blog tag game. Now that we think we know how to play, here it goes...

How did you meet your spouse? I met Mark at a intro class called Survival at Utah State University. We weren't in the same class at the time but some of his friends were in my class. I was introduced to him through them even thought he basically says that he stole me from them. It sounds like I'm an object or something. Well...... ya know, I am a trophy wife.

Where did you go on your first date? Marks memory is better at these types of details. All I remember about our first date is the chinese take out container with his phone number written on top. I guess that was impressive enough for me because I went on many more dates with him, and yada, yada, yada, we're married with 3 boys.

How long have you been together? Technically we've known each other for 15 years but have been married for 11 years from this past March.

Who eats more? uh? Mark.

Who said I love you first? He did. When he first started saying "I love you", I used to say "I know" or "Thank You." but I've learned to share the love more easily.

Who is taller? We're neck and neck. Mark is only 10 inches taller than I am. It's too close to call.

Who sings better? Mark sings louder and I sing more often but neither of us can carry a tune. Which hasn't stopped us from thinking that we have what it takes to be on American Idol.

Who is smarter? Mark. Even the kids think Mark is smarter than me. I won't even argue this one.

Who does the laundry? Only I do. Mark and I only fight over 2 things in our marriage and laundry is one of them. No, people, get your mind out of the gutter, sex is not the other one. I dare say he has done a couple of loads of laundry since we've been married.

Who does the dishes? I do, but sometimes I can bribe my boys to do them.

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Mark does, that side of the canoe is deeper.

Who pays the bills? Funny enough I do even though his profession is a financial advisor.

Who mows the lawn? Mario, and what a fine job he does.

Who cooks dinner? I do, but when we go out to dinner I let Mark take the credit.

Who drives when you are together? Usually Mark does unless he has just purchased a new gadget and is trying to figure it out and then he hands over the reins.

Who is more stubborn? Neither of us are are very stubborn, but Mark gets his way more often.

Who is the first to admit when they’re wrong? Definitely Mark because he is usually wrong.

Who kissed who first? Mark kissed me.  It all went down at the Utah Theater.  Really, who can turn down a man who shows up at my doorstep with the pimped ride of the Seitec truck (The Seitec truck was a u-Haul truck but white, that Marks parents used for their business.), then he pays for my movie at the dollar show....AND he had Diet Coke breath?  Simply irresistable. 

Who proposed? Mark did.  He wined and dined me at El Sol. Then he took me to the Logan temple and dropped the question. It was simple and so sweet.

Who is more sensitive? I am, unless were watching a movie, then Mark becomes the baul baby.

Who has more friends? Mark is friends with pretty much anybody who smiles at him but our friends are the same.

Who has more siblings? Marks family of 12 siblings out does my family of 11. (I am including ourselves and our parents in that number.)

Who wears the pants? This is a no brainer....Mark. He's pretty much wrapped around my finger though so this doesn't threaten me.

We tag Linda, Kolette, and Lizzie. 

'Ey Mattie

How does a 16 month little boy scratch his eye?  I couldn't answer that, but somehow Logan did.  We started noticing that he was favoring that eye and always trying to keep it closed.  He was a grumpy one.  I took him to see the doc, who by the way is wonderful.  I had to pin Logan down so the doc could put an orange dye in is eye.  Oh, he was sooo mad.  Mad enough that he held his breath so long that he turned blue and passed out.  It was scary but I was kinda of glad that the doc saw it because lately when Logan gets mad he has been doing that.  Anyway the doc said it was normal and not to worry but to keep watch were he gets into one of his fits so he doesn't pass out and fall off something or on something and injure himself.  

Once we got the dye in his eye, you could plainly see what the doc called a large cornea abrasion.  It is extrememly painful and won't heal without medication and a patch.  So for the past couple of days Logan has been our little Pirate.  He kinda of liked the pirate patch on his eye but hated the band-aid eye patch.  
I didn't realize how having two good eyes effected your balance.   We had a few sorry laughs when he ran into random objects around the house  because his depth perception was so off.  I'm glad that it is healing fast and he is doing so much better.

On a side note Logan has such a cute yet dominate personality. Yesterday, Mark was hooking up our water purifier when Logan decided he wanted to be held. He retrieved his favorite toy, the X-Box game controller, squeezed behind a small smace behind the fridge and plunked himself right smack in the middle of Marks project and sat on his lap. He thought he was so clever and he was. We all had a good laugh though Marks project was delayed till bedtime.