My babies are growing up

On Sunday Marissa taught herself to ride a two wheeler. She is so cute; we've been going for bike rides and she peddles as fast as she can and still doesn't go very fast because the wheels are so small. My baby is getting so big. I'm such a proud mom. I still wish these kids would not grow up so fast so I can have longer to enjoy their ages.

On Wednesday Shelby had a performance for the Hope of America. 5th graders from all over Utah county got together and made a giant flag made of kids and their different colored shirts. They were so good. The whole thing was songs about our country. They also had a bunch of performances by different groups of people. One was a group of women 40 years old and up. After the women were done dancing one of the oldest ladies ran back on the stage and showed us her moves. She was awesome and super flexible!

And to start this thing off...

Okay, before I start, I should forewarn that what you are about to read is utterly boring. But since I don't keep a diary, I might as well write something. And hey, maybe someone is looking for a great way to fall asleep.

Are you really still reading? Well alright, consider yourself warned.

This week has been a little bit crazier than most. A few days ago Shelby, my 10 year old, was playing with her sister Marissa, my 5 year old and as they always do were playing too rough. Next thing we know Shelby is crying at the top of her lungs because apparently she was chasing Marissa on her scooter when Marissa ditched, throwing the scooter behind her, and Shelby tripped and went flying over it. The poor thing landed mostly on her wrist. For the next few days I was dreading the worst, thinking she may have sprained it. Thank goodness she didn't. I bought her a brace to wear and what do you know, within an hour she was better; I didn't realize how well those things worked.

Last Friday I took Zach to a Jazz game, cause well you know he's a guy who likes sports and he's been amazing to me. So I thought this might make up for a very small portion of what he does. I do like the Jazz but I haven't watched or attended a game for years. And I won't mention that I had no idea where they were at this season. So, to my shock, it was more fun than I've had in a long time. Poor Zach couldn't keep up with my screaming and lost his voice long before the game was over. Hopefully he enjoyed it anyway.

Looking back I should have remembered how fun the games were. In about 8th grade a friend of mine took me to a game on Christmas day and we got to sit in the 6th row. Now if anyone doesn't have fun when their sitting that close, something must be wrong with them. The only other time I can remember going is when Shelby was a baby and I ended up watching most of it from the hall because it was too loud for her.

The game did remind me of some other times I went to the Delta Center, or whatever they call it now. I've had some interesting things happen in that building. I'll spare the sensitive and just say if you take your kids think twice before buying them cotton candy. Otherwise you might spend most of your time in the bathroom washing out your clothes, hair, and FACE.

And with that lovely thought I'll end this section of my fabulous boring life.