big day

holding back the tears and being the "strong one" I reasurred Kenzie that everything was going to be ok...

she held my hand so tight I thought I was going to lose the circulation in my hand- together we stood and watched the kids on the playground waiting for the bell to ring...

Kenzie's first day of kindergarten was 10 days ago...the longest 10 days of my life.



Once the kindergarten teacher had all the little ones line up by the door on the first day, I desperately asked the teacher, "Is this where we say goodbye or can we come inside?" Mrs. Bever just smiled and nodded and kindly suggested that we say goodbye at the door. I gave Kenzie the biggest hug and told her how excited I was for her. I told her happily "I will be right back...in a few hours" and I walked away...she seemed ok but me? Tears oh the tears. "is that why all the kindergarten mom's are wearing sunglasses? Where are my sunglasses dang it?"

I cried all the way home.

Oh the growing pains. So hard...so weird. Thank GOODNESS it's only 3 hours.




Julia was sort of lost all morning but together we prayed over breakfast and instantly bitter went to sweet as I realized how much I will get to know Julia better this school year...just me and her...along with all her questions. Love the questions. "why does Xander like to eat?" "Where in my belly are my pancakes?" "Can I eat my pancakes with a spoon?" "Does Jesus like syrup on his pancakes?"







(Thanks Kenzie for the great photo shoot!)


I will post later about why I chose traditional school over homeschooling. It has been a process, trust me. All I can say is that I know God is aware of me and my children and I know He answers prayers. God also knows I can be a complete basketcase at times...and through prayer He has ever so gently reminded me of this. I love homeschooling...but I think I love more the idea of it than actually doing it- day in and day out. I would go nuts.

oh and me crying on the first day of school and on the second and the third....I am who I am...and what else can I say? Although I know a lot of moms are right there with me...some others kind of made me feel like weak sauce...for being sad to send my kid off to school...well I am super emotional about my first baby going to school. I am the type of person that feels every emotion I guess. Every new experience is a big deal- and personally I have learned to love that part of me...I don't feel silly or embarrassed anymore. I actually feel quite alive.



When I picked up Kenzie from school on her first day (I was there 20 minutes early) I anxiously awaited for my big girl to come out the big doors. There she was all aglow. She smiled from ear to ear and screamed my name "MOMMY!!!!" I picked her up and she just said so proudly "I love it Mom, I love kindergarten, I really do" from her words I could sense her worries about school were going sayonara real fast.
When she got home she put her backpack away and gave out this huge sigh of relief and said,

"I feel really good inside, I need to help you do chores Mom." so funny to hear

Julia was so happy to have her best friend back.




Xander pooped like 5 times that day.



It was a big day for all of us.

say cheese

Many of my blog readers are from the Spokane/Northern Idaho area...and don't even get me started on how jealous I am of you and where you reside ...oh how I long for HOME.

ok, so anyway this post is for YOU.

Lorena.

She is the greatest thing to ever happen to Bryon.

Bryon is my brother.

Lorena is my sister in law and is also a photographer. She is having a giveaway for all you Spokanites and Northern Idahoers. A free photo session! So click on the link below and read all about it.

Check out her work. AMAZING!






Click here and see how you can win!

Love you Lorena! I'm so so so happy you're apart of the family.

write it

You know, the legacy of a person's life is told by the written words of others.

When I sit down to write in my journal...I usually don't take the time to write about how great I am. :)

and either did my Mom...in fact her journal entries barely reveal the dynamic person she was while here on earth. Mom sometimes used the journal to sort out feelings and to vent...I'm sure like some, when writing in her journal, she had like this therapeutic process thing going on...

Letters. Thank you Letters.



The legacy of Mom is carried on to the generations because the people in her life were touched by her in some way and decided to write her and tell her.

As I gather photos and memorabilia for Mom's book (this is taking forever to do by the way) I MOST treasure the dear sweet letters my mom received over the years from friends and family. These letters seriously capture the real EDK.

Examples:

Thank you Edie Kaye for all your hard work on the back drops for the road show.

Thank you for your lesson in church on Sunday. You are an amazing teacher.

Thank you for listening to me talk about my life. You are a good listener.

Thank you for making rolls for the funeral.

You are my best friend.

Thank you for teaching me how to make bread.

Thank you for always laughing.

I always know when you are in the room. I love your laugh.

You are so creative and always willing to serve.

You are the best seminary teacher.

Thank you for your testimony of the Savior.

You make me want to be a better person.

I feel like I can tell you anything.

You have been the best visiting teaching partner.

You are my example.

See what I mean??

Mom has hundreds of letters she has kept over the years from friends, family, students, youth- and they are a GOLD MINE, especially as I attempt to glorify and honor her by making a book of her life...

How are you helping to carry out the legacy of others?

If someone in your life does something that touches you in some way- tell them. Write it. Give it. Do it. That person will probably be some child's grandma or grandpa someday and your kind words of gratitude to that person may be one of the few evidences of that person's good life. You are writing and contributing to that person's life history.

I decided to write a letter to a certain person and tell him thank you for all his love and service. I was so deeply impressed to write this letter. The Spirit kept pushing me to do it all day. As I was writing it, I started to cry a little. Chay thought I was losing it again. I then explained that I knew Heavenly Father wanted me to write this letter for this person's family history. It was clear as day why I felt so impressed to write the letter. Later that week, this person called me and told me the letter went directly in his journal. Now his posterity may know a little bit more about what kind of man he was.

I think I will contribute to my Mom's life history right now: Mom told me after I had my bridal shower and reception to make sure not to rush the Thank You cards to those who gave gifts. She challenged me to think about each person that gave me gifts and write something meaningful to them- it took FOREVER but it was an awesome experience- besides to those people I didn't know at all...that sucked. But I felt so BLESSED to have so many wonderful friends- good friends.

So next time you write a Thank You card- make it count. For the generations that follow- for that much needed smile on someone's face when they read it- make it count.

One of my most favorite hymns- click to read the lyrics

Each Life That Touches Ours For Good

Daddy

Dad, I'm thinking about you. Called you yesterday but no answer. I love you. As the years pass I become more and more amazed at how powerful of a man you are...especially in your simpleness and that BIG heart of yours.



Chay- The big Daddy in our house. I like it when you call me big papa



Chay is a great Daddy. He is an entirely different parent than me...and with much thought I have come to the conclusion that my children couldn't be more lucky. My kids will have a beautiful interesting life with a wide variety of love showed to them daily.

Here he is...in his own little world. I sneaked this picture...it really shows the real Chay. Sometimes I like to pretend I am meeting Chay for the first time...like the day I snapped this photo- oh yes, I would fall in love with him so fast...who wouldn't?



Chay- soft voice, loves the Lord, Mr. Fix-it, everyone's friend, breathtaking smile, has passion for his loves and hobbies, slightly sensitive, CRAVES the woman he loves, and wants the best for his children...Did I score or what?



ok so this post isn't about how much I love Chay...but how much we the family love him as the Daddy...



Chay is PRESENT. He is around, he cares, he likes to be involved. He is a family man.

He looks forward to being home...until he hears the girl's fighting or whining of course...but his girls are HIS GIRLS. So protective...so cautious about their well being.

Play.

Some facebook friend wrote some quote about how she was proud not to be her child's friend but to be her child's parent instead...and then all these other people "liked" her quote. So weird.

That is just weird.

Heavenly Father is the perfect parent and He is my friend. I am pretty sure He will allow and teach us how to be both to our children.

If at the end of the day the house is clean, dinner was made, and all the "to-do's" are all checked off (which is rare), I don't feel all that accomplished if I didn't take time to just play with the kids.

Chay plays with his children.

...warm afternoons with a bucket of sidewalk chalk.



building a feeder to their newly painted birdhouses...he put the girl's bird house experiment excitement to the next level.







I swear Chay owns more shirts than this green Brazil shirt

The lawn maze...see it in the background. The pathway to the Hidden treasure!



he worked on Mr. Snowman's hair for 10 minutes...



I might just be in trouble for posting these pictures. Cute hat Chay :) But seriously, Chay DOES not care what he looks like when it comes to play-





Thanks Chaylove for all you do for the family. Happy Father's Day.

320 sq. ft. home

Could you do it???

Talk about simplifying your life...

beatboxing cellist?

ok, this was pure entertainment- loved it. You have to watch the whole thing...

Joette, you will love this- a little inspiration for you to start playing the cello again. Maybe you could play the cello and beatbox to Eminem's "two trailer park girls go round the outside" when we go camping this summer.

inside joke.

How could anyone deny there is a God?

Yesterday I was weeding the flowerbed...AGAIN. I was loving my almost-ready-to-bloom tulips. I thought to myself, "these tulips were created just for us to enjoy, to make the world beautiful, to welcome in Spring. I don't think they would taste good and you can't really use their petals to make clothing. They are for us to enjoy. Thank you Heavenly Father for tulips."



The scripture came to mind, "Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these." Luke 12:27

Then I remembered the words Chay said to me once when we were looking up at the stars one night, "How can anyone see this and deny there is a God?"

Chay and I met in Rexburg, Idaho.



A small-small-in-the-middle-of-nowhere town in Southern Idaho that so happens to have the best University in the world. I love BYU-Idaho! I treasure my experience and education from BYU-Idaho.

Anyway, so since most Mormon college students don't drink alcohol, they must be super creative in Rexburg and find ways to entertain themselves instead of being a lush for 4 years. Hence, a large percentage graduate from the university learning to play the guitar, taking the "Social Dance" class, become temporary spelunkers, loving the Sand Dunes and married.

While still dating, Chay and I went with another couple to the St. Anthony Sand Dunes to build a fire and roast marshmallows. My shoe also happened to catch fire that night.



But besides burning a hole in my favorite pair of shoes...

Since we were in the middle of nowhere the night's sky was breathtaking. Chay and I laid on the soft sand and looked up at stars, the millions of stars, everywhere- so bright. Then Chay said something that I will never forget.

"How could anyone see this and deny there is a God?"

Now, I know at the time he was trying to win me over...but...still...

it must have worked...and after 7 almost 8 years of marriage I love to look at the stars with Chay. Chay really loves the stars...not as much as motorcycles, but still, he loves a great night sky. So when I found this video, I couldn't wait to show him.

My thoughts when I watched it for the first time "How could anyone watch this and deny there is a God?"

This is real footage by the way. It's a time-lapse video with hours of footage sped up to display this gorgeous earth's movements. So AWESOME!...and I don't mind the piano music one bit.

The Mountain from Terje Sorgjerd on Vimeo.

homeschool preschool

Kenzie is 5.



Here is her 5th birthday cake I frosted for her.





Yes, a pink princess cake.
Any 5 year old girl's dream cake, right?
Her words upon seeing it for the first time, "oh Mom, it's just perfect!"
I was suddenly not so worried the cake wasn't all flawless and fondant frilly. Children invite simpleness back to life...if we let them.

At least the cake tasted good, right? Oh blessed buttercream frosting, I promise to never replace you.

ok, Kenzie luckily "oh phew" luckily turned 5 in December- so I was the luckiest Mom in the world to be able to keep her home another year since she missed or made (however you look at it) the cut off date for Kindergarten...August 31st or whatever. She made the cut off in my book. She got to stay home one more year with me and most especially, she got to stay home with Julia.



So I know most mothers out there love the preschool thing...and I learned real fast its becoming the norm. Where have I been? I think preschool is exciting, cute, great and fun and whatever. But unless I change my mind down the road, preschool is at home- with me. Because that's the way we do it around these Clark parts.

Plus, who's to say being home with Mommy isn't as fun as preschool anyway? My Kenzie isn't missing out on ANYTHING if you want my opinion...not even on those darn "social skills"...

What, talking to Mom and sister all day doesn't cut it anymore for a 4 or 5 year old's social skills to develop?

So since preschool is suppose to prepare a child for Kindergarten...I have made it pretty challenging for Kenzie at home...

Maybe I'm being too demanding with my children's education. Here are some skills Kenzie has acquired since we started her on her extensive preschool regimen:



Placing carrot nose on face of a snowman...with precision. Art Skills



carefully inserting raisin in baby's mouth- eye-hand coordination



make believing with best friend for hours on end- creative thinking



licking sunbeams- who knew, right? The 5 senses



supervising Jasmine's treacherous climb up the cliffs of Shadow Mountain... with dental floss- recreational education



Mothering skills-



Resolving conflicts and communication skills with this Chica



Oh and let's see...what else are we learning at home for preschool

ABC's: "Girls, I need to pay the bills- go watch Leap Frog will ya?"

Fractions: Mom: "um...I can't seem to find my 1/2 cup measuring cup AGAIN...but guess what? 1/4 c. + 1/4 c. works too- so on we go to making cookies." (cooking & baking teaches children a lot of things)

Foreign Language: Dora the Explorer. Abra Abra la porta. and some gibberish in Portuguese from mommy and daddy

Social Studies "I pledge Allegiance to the Flag of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day America, to one republic, under God, Amen." I kid you not, came directly out of Kenzie's mouth. A little confused...but we're working on that. Laughed all day about that one.

Physical Education: The ever so often "Duck Duck Goose" and Ballet performances in the front room in hand-me-down tutus that are dreadfully too small...

Zoology Field Trip: watching the river flow and talking about fish and why people kayak



Botany: collecting dandelions and putting them in mommy's hair, planting snap peas together, weeding the flowerbed (my girls think weeding is fun- we'll see how long that lasts)

You see, little kids are happy in the moment. They don't know what they're missing until they know what they're missing. The magical thing about little kids is their life is lived in the NOW. So reading a book together or making jello, or folding laundry- it doesn't matter, because it's fun and the child isn't dwelling on the fact "oh I wish I was singing the ABC's at some preschool right now." They just like life... for the most part. I learned real quick that it wasn't necessary for me to put the girls in dance class yet when I knew they were having just as much fun dancing around in the living room, in the backyard, at the park...for free!

They are still so young...what's the rush April?

The girls are learning what they're supposed to be learning, right? How to be a kid!

Now the usual preschool stuff like numbers, counting, seasons, shapes, ABC's, writing, reading...we do that fun stuff too obviously. But most of that kind of learning comes naturally from just living life and spending time together...



And I'm sure as the girls get older they will be more involved in extra thingys that require me to drive them around to places- but for now...for this little short time in their lives- they are hanging out with Mommy- ALL DAY LONG.

"Skip the drama Stay with mama" ~Thank you Mother Gothel (anyone else Tangled out?)

One of my favorite quotes from my IDOL forever: Marjorie Hinckley

"Find joy in your children. Don't overschedule them or yourself. You may not be able to take them on exotic vacations. It doesn't matter. When the day dawns bright and sunny, take an excursion to the canyon or the park. When it's cloudy and wet, read a book together or make something good to eat. Give them time to explore and learn about the feel of grass and the wiggliness of worms." -Marjorie Hinckley

See why she's my idol?

Oh to be more like Marjorie...

So, anyone else out there do "preschool" at home? Why?

a must read

Acte Gratuit, is a blog about an American family living in Japan. I got teary eyed reading about their experiences...especially when the earth started to shake and she ran and pulled her baby out of the crib and ran to the stairwell...all too real for me. TEARS.

It is a powerful lesson about being prepared and what we can do to help those around us. Very touching. Read every post. HERE is the link to her blog.

Thank you to the Mothership for sharing this with me.

thank you

ok, I am so blessed.

I am surrounded by the most beautiful people.

I treasure my dear friends.

Thank you for all the advice on Xander and his sleeping issues. I loved ALL of it. I love that as mothers we are trying the best we can.

Marne sent me the book "The Baby Whisperer" AMAZING! I just love that lady. I read most of the book in a couple hours. And I love that she writes "poppycock" whenever she disagrees with something. I felt really good inside when reading that book- I think she speaks truth when it comes to taking care of babies.

Well...for 3 nights now Xander is SLEEPING THROUGH THE NIGHT!!!!!! My dear friend Cami told me to stop feeding Xander at night. Her words, "You can comfort them and reassure them all you want, but let them know 'the cafeteria is closed for the night". Great advice.

I let him cry for maybe 45 minutes one night and once he figured out he wasn't going to be fed, he fell asleep. He hasn't woken up since???? What on earth? Crazy how fast and quick that was.

I will tell you, the first couple nights of not feeding him, I woke up with a power boob wonder. (I only produce milk on one side) and holy smokes- ENGORGED. I ran into Xander's room at 7 am and practically demanded him to SUCK. Plus he was so happy to see me...and I him.

Breastfeeding- so weird, so great.

Ok, one hump in the road taken care of...now on to 50 other parts of my life that need improvement.

parenting advice please

my last post was evidence that my Xander is purely adorable in every way...

except for night time. Night time...the part I fear most of the day. I think about those night time hours and I start to get anxious...because I know I won't sleep.

Xander initially falls asleep on his own...well he's awake when I put him down- with a binky.

We usually put him to sleep for the night around 8. His wonderfully exhausting night schedule causes me to roll out of bed at 11, 3, and 5 am. For the first 4 months he slept with us- I loved it. He is warm and cuddly and would just nurse whenever he wanted to. Although I loved it and respected that much needed 4th trimester of love and cuddles, it was time to put him in his own crib and time for Mom to sleep better.

Not happening.

And I just don't have the strength to do it anymore. I'm a walking zombie all day with a short fuse. Chay waits for me to return to the paper route but I just can't hack it when I've been up 2-3 times a night feeding a baby. I really want to sign up for a class at the health club at 6am. That isn't going to happen until Xander is sleeping through the night.

I made up my mind and decided tonight was the night Xander would learn to sleep through the night. He cried bursts of tears for an hour and half. I went in every 10 minutes and rubbed his head...didn't matter. His sheets were wet from tears.

I caved after an hour and half. My heart was broken. I was so excited to pick him up, nurse him and cuddle. But then started to cry myself because I knew the situation was never going to improve. What am I supposed to do? I am so torn. I want to do what is right...And I want to take care of myself too...

Are moms supposed to not sleep? I mean, is it all apart of what we signed up for? Is this just a time in life to lose sleep and to just buck up and serve our kiddos the best we can? My mom always reminded me of the scripture Proverbs 22:6 "Train up a child in the way he should go" and kept insisting that I need to train my children how to sleep and nursing them all night is not "training" them how to sleep. I would always argue with her how it seems so wrong to just let a sweet-learning-to-trust baby cry it out. And then of course Mom would shoot right back "well you turned out alright and I let you cry" of course, they always use that one. Plus, did I really turn out alright? That can be debatable.

But I'm at a breaking point in my life where letting Xander cry might be the only thing I can do to stay sane. I need advice!!! Help!!! Encouragement. anything.

I'm tired. I've never been able to figure it out with any of my babies. Julia was my best sleeping baby and she still woke up at night until she was 15 months old.

advice? I know a ton of mothers read this blog. Please help me...I'm looking for an answer to prayer here.

How do you or how did you get your babies to sleep through the night??? I want opinions too. I love opinions...I like to know the "why's" to people's choices. Please share.

7 months almost 8

let's try again

Can you see why I have reason to smile (most) of the day? I feel so dang lucky.



Hope you enjoy family- my family so far far away. We miss you.

Cordelia

Cordelia Silva Alton Kimes.

Born December 22, 1846. She is my great great grandmother. She named her daughter Sadie Mae. Sadie Mae was my Dad's grandma. Dad would stop by her house after school and she would feed him homemade bread with homemade jam.

We went searching for Cordelia's grave...Joette, Emily, Chay and I.

In a small cemetery in a small town- in the trees, Spirit Lake, Idaho.

We looked and looked for her grave. We were on a mission to find her. When we arrived to the cemetery it had suddenly stopped raining and the sun was peaking through the clouds.

Joette wanted a picture of her grave for family records.

"I FOUND CORDELIA!!!!!" I screamed when I found her grave. And suddenly a burst of sunbeams came through the clouds and trees and landed right on her grave. "Oh my gosh, quick take a picture, Cordelia knows we're here!" We were laughing and also were astounded by the obvious sunbeams of her grave.



I do not believe in coincidences.



I can't wait to someday meet my ancestors. Those who have come before us and have carried on the legacy of my family. I feel they are so much apart of my life...cheering me on from the other side of the veil. I know there is life after death. We are all connected.

God's plan is perfect. He has carefully designed it so that we can always continue to learn to be like Him through serving others and strengthening family relationships. Our ancestors help us as we help them.

I LOVE THE TEMPLE!!!!! That is what the temple is all about: FAMILY

CCSVI jugular veins Multiple Sclerosis angioplasty angiogram

CCSVI jugular veins Multiple sclerosis angioplasty angiogram CCSVI jugular veins Multiple sclerosis angioplasty angiogram CCSVI jugular veins Multiple sclerosis angioplasty angiogram CCSVI jugular veins Multiple sclerosis angioplasty angiogram

Ok so how's that for a little Search Engine Optimization???

I've had many phone calls and inquiries through the blog, email, and facebook about my angioplasty procedure that was done on my jugular veins in December to help alleviate some symptoms with Multiple Sclerosis. Wow that was a long sentence-

I'm also receiving a huge traffic load on the blog when I write about CCSVI and unblocking my veins...from people all over the world.

anyway so I thought maybe I should update and tell all how I'm feeling. This blog is not solely a MS recovery/healing blog. No way. I actually like to pretend that I don't even have MS...and there are so many more interesting things to talk about or worry about in my opinion...plus, I am blessed to not be completely debilitated by the disease.

But I do update and talk about MS every now and then. I also have a link on my sidebar titled "healing" that will direct you to all my posts about my health and MS.

I'm already bored.

Ok on December 21 I had an angiogram type procedure done on both of my jugular veins. According to a ultra sound to the neck, it was obvious that my veins were blocked and that my body had compensated the lack of blood flow by producing little capillaries that were somewhat efficient...I mean I'm alive and breathing right? But according to Dr. Lamboni, the founding expert on blocked jugular veins contributing to MS, blocked jugular veins explains the extra iron deposits in MS patients' brains and the hardening of the mylen sheath in brain cells.

ok so after the procedure was done I felt normal...that first week I really couldn't tell anything was different. I WAS not looking for a cure-all. I was just curious and thought I should just do all I can to improve my health. I didn't want to get overly excited. Well 2 weeks after the procedure I decided to hit the gym and see how I would perform. My left side, which gets super weak when I exercise, felt a little stronger than normal. After working out I didn't feel I would collapse like I usually do but actually felt those natural endorphins kicking in. I felt great. By the third day of working out, I felt my left side start to get weak again during the work out- but then it went away. It was kind of like when you first turn on the outside faucet in the spring after a long winter- you know, where the pressure is working its way through the pipes and water will randomly shoot out and air pockets will burst???? It felt sort of like that when exercising. My left side would go weak and then it would feel strong again. It was so exciting for me- almost emotional.

I started to run again! I even sprinted around the health club's track and I couldn't believe that I wasn't dizzy. The next morning, I was just sore...not horrifically sore and immensely painful like usual.

By the 2nd week, I also noticed that I could get up off the floor with ease and my joints weren't on fire! I wasn't nearly as stiff. I had an overall feeling of aliveness. Is that a word? I just felt a little more present. Subtle subtle but an obvious uplifting feeling of some kind. More energy...more strength...more of something...I just can't explain it.

Well it has now been 2 months since the procedure and I'm starting to wish the Dr. would have implanted a stent instead of just ballooning the vein, because I feel some of the symptoms are coming back. My dizzy spells, which are minor, are coming back and happen a lot through out the day. My joints are starting to get stiff again...just slightly. But I'm optimistic and I will just keep telling myself that I am strong, I am better...and just saying that alone seems to help.

I do have on the agenda to return to the Doctor who performed the procedure and have my veins looked at and see if they are actually blocked again or returning to their previous state.

Well that's about it for now.

I do feel better. I am also more hopeful. I just keep looking forward-

I hope this was hopeful and helpful to some. Questions??? ask away.

what a dream

um I seriously can't stop looking at this nursery.

A dream nursery...for a girl of course.

oh my gosh! I can't even imagine. Look at those colors. Perfect.

But seriously we all know this nursery is for the Mom. We all know what makes a baby happy. Boobs and snuggles. and that's about it...for the first 6 months anyway.

regardless...I'm in love.

...the nursery was designed by this talented lady...http://laybabylay.com/

v day

I think Valentine's day is fun.

I'm a new mommy. Still figuring out the holiday-celebrating-with-children-thing...I think there were improvements from last year. Kids really do make things come alive. Everything is so much more fun with a child around.

Kenzie's abstract art. This thing is going in a frame. Sorry the flash stole from the piece...but that is a popsicle stick, paint and heart sponge. I love it. Prodigy???

my $1 thrift store find



all you need is love



learned to blanket stitch out of boredom one day



and of course the best gift ever: a classic letter from Chay



and it must be shared with all

It reads:

I love you more than

a fat kid loves easy cheese.
Chuck Norris loves to round house kick to the face.
Homer Simpson loves Duff Beer.
A squeem can hug.
Trailer Trash loves monster truck racing or Destruction Derby.
A nasty hangover loves the toilet.
Gollum loves the ring. (my precious)
Kenzie and Ju Ju love Sleeping Beauty.
I love foot and back massages.
Ever.

You're the

pepper jack cheese to my $5 Spicy Italian sub
laughter to my cheesy jokes
butterflies to my tabletops
charm to my sideburns
milk to my oreos

Happy Valentine's Day April. I love you.

Chay


ok well...besides making cookies and eating too much almond butter cream frosting-yumminess- that's about it for our v day experience at our house...well I mean for what can be shared on a blog anyway :)