End of Summer fling

 

Stephen's employer sent everyone and their families to the Arizona Grand Resort, and Oasis Park.  The above pictures were taken at the end of our time at the water park.  My favorite, and the kids favorite part was the river.  It was nice and relaxing to just drift along.  Franklin didn't want to sit in the water, he wanted to sit on the tube.  Lisette however had to be in the water the whole time.  She got impatient when she wasn't in the water.  Don't get me wrong, Franklin thoroughly enjoyed the water.  We would have stayed longer for him if Lisette wasn't getting so sleepy.  Afterward they both slept for 3 hours.

During that time I went to the spa and enjoyed a 50 minute massage.  I wish I had known more about the spa, when my appointment was and such, before hand.  I would have gotten there sooner and enjoyed the whirlpool or sauna.  Very relaxing though.  If we had more time before dinner I would have taken a nap myself afterward.

Dinner was fun!  It was at the Rustler's Rooste, with a live country band, and a live bull out front.  Inside they had a one story slide.  The kids loved it.  Franklin got to go down several times with some of the other wives.  Lisette would probably have liked to go more and I wish I had taken her.  She did grab Stephens steak knife several times while he wasn't paying too much attention (no blood shed) and dumped Franklins juice all over her giraffe blanket that i can't get her to part with.  Luckily Franklin never knew he had it so he didn't miss it.

We returned home on Sunday, a little sad that it was all over so quickly.  We did enjoy ourselves, and it was relaxing and fun.  We had to get back so I could be at ward choir, I'm the choir director.  Its actually been a lot of fun.  I was nervous at first about it because I'm more into instrumental music than choral, but I am enjoying it a lot.

Lisette is cutting her molars, so we're having late, or early, nights again.  Franklin took to drawing, all over himself.  The two pictures were taken about 2 hours apart.  I did take away the pen the second time.  Notice his facial expression changes.

Fall and fingers, though not relevant with each other

I've begun pining for Utah again; its Autumn.  Aside from the beautiful colors, warm evening breezes, cool nights, and the overall excitement, sites, and decorations adorned on every home, I still don't miss Utah.  I do have to keep reminding myself that last Halloween it snowed, and it was memorable but not 100% fun. 

I can't make this long because I've got SO much catching up to do but I need report what happened last week.  August ended with a bang!  I guess it was more of a popping sound actually.  The date I reported on in my last blog, about bowling, well at one point I twisted the ball funny, it popped my fingers.  One was worse than the other, and I had thought for nearly a week that I broke my left ring finger.  Turns out I only sprained it, thank goodness.  I've been so angry without the full use of my left hand, and I'm happy to report that I still have never broken a bone.  My anger has ebbed, and as you can see I can type again.

I wanted to just clarify that matter, and thought it still hurts and simple tasks aren't so easy right now, at least my finger is not broken.  Phew!

Oh the Irony!

Ok, ok, so I know I said, more blogs that are shorter, and its been, what... 3 weeks?  Sorry. 

So Lisette is on a mission nearly every time she walks, no, runs.  She's fast, she even leans forwards as she goes, gaining momentum.  Surprisingly she doesn't seem to be getting thinner in any area, except maybe her face as she's getting older.  I've still have to dress, now 15 months old, her in size 24 month pants to fit around her very curvy figure.


Franklin is very comical, and is very aware of how to make a joke.  They aren't that funny if it was anyone older than 3 telling it, but he thinks he's very clever.  I had a pillow on the floor, a towel nearby, so he lays down on the pillow, pulls the towel over and says "Mommy, I take a nap!" and closes his eyes.  See, not that funny, but he thinks it is.  His dancing, however, is becoming even more comical.  I do laugh the hardest at him when he and his friend Curtis (Janiel's little boy who is a year older) play sword fight on Wii.  Curtis will twist, and get into it so hard, sweating a lot, while Franklin just barely makes short, controlled "hits" and will win 99% of the time.

We are so VERY happy to report that we have found babysitters.  I told some of you that I wanted college students just in case an emergency ever arose, and they are legal adults who can keep their cool, and drive (even if its our other car they have to use).  There are 2 college students, in fact, who are roommates.  We happened to make our first night (ever having an at home, paid sitter) Tuesday, August 31st, and as I'm driving Sarah home after 3 1/2 hours (pure bliss and kidless fun) she tells me the cops show up due to a domestic call.  It was for the neighbors, but people tend to show up at our place first if they don't know who the Romero's are.

The ONE night we FINALLY get a sitter, and the cops tell her to step outside.  Oh the irony; especially since we've wondered ever since we moved in when the cops would have to show up next door.  Luckily the kids were being great for Sarah, or so she tells me, and they moved on eventually.  Now I'm going to have numbers by the door the next time she comes, and our neighbors info so that she can tell the cops where they need to go and leave her alone.  I'm so glad she wasn't frightened by them.  She told me how great my kids are; Lisette was an angel, and Franklin was polite and sweet.  I so hope she's willing to come back, but no cops next time!

Warning: The dreaded poop story

Osgood will be turning back into an indoor/outdoor cat.  He has been a strictly indoor cat for nearly 3 years.  He's also been without his front claws for just as long.  Here's my horror story for the week.  If you don't like poop stories then stop reading right HERE.

Yesterday I was sewing my latest order, kids watching a movie, all is calm and quiet.  Earlier I caught Osgood with some feces stuck to him; its fresh, and was on my bed.  I rip off the bedding, and anything he possibly touched.  I remember I ran out of laundry detergent.  How did I let that happen?  I knew I was running low.  I continue sewing after I wrangle him and clean him off while he hisses and spits at me.  Lisette comes in.  She LOVES to get into my work station and pull all sorts of things out of place, and off the desk.  It still smells like Osgood so I'm paranoid Lisette will find it before I do. (you know where this is going)

Too late.  He left a portion of what I had found on him earlier on the kitchen floor and she found it.  Smeared it in a 3 foot diameter as well as her face.  I had a breakdown; who wouldn't.  My daughter has cat poop on her hands and face.  I'm sick and tired of cleaning up after, and off of, Osgood.  We switched their food to Science Diet: Weight Control 2 months ago.  Still on the same 25 pound bag, Osgood has not lost any weight.  Our solution: go outside and move his rear.  Perhaps hunting again will get him back in shape.  He used to be VERY good at it.  OK, end of gross story.