I'm so glad...

We do this every night together...it warms my heart and I never get tired of it.

Sink Gifts

Other presents have included but have not been limited to:

Wipe Boxes
Hairbrush
Remote Control
Any size ball
Diapers
Any and all toys

Family Reunion Week

This week was the White Family reunion, which is held at Tanner's Grandparents' house in Perry, Utah every year. With the passing of Tanner's grandfather in January, this was an particularly poignant reunion for the entire family. We arrived a few days before the actual beginning of the reunion to spend some time with Tanner's immediate family at Heath and Stephanie's house in South Jordan. We had a great time and Tanner, Heath, and I had an especially good time playing Scorched3D against each other on computers! Clark loved playing with his cousins and because most of them were girls, they took very good care of him!

On Thursday night, we were able to get babysitters for our kids, and we were able to go to a session together as a family at the Jordan River temple. It is always nice going to the temple with family.

Friday was the start of the reunion, so we all packed up and headed out after lunch. Tanner and I rented a car, and I was driving so Tanner could finish an essay he needed to submit for Bar Review. We were cruising along I-15, and suddenly I smelled something. I turned around and Clark had thrown up ALL over, and I mean ALL OVER himself and his carseat. Luckily, we were in a little bit of a traffic jam, so it was easy to pull off to the side of the road. We cleaned him and the carseat up and changed his clothes. Tanner's family were in other cars behind us, and they all stopped to see if they could help...but honestly, how fun is cleaning up throw-up?! It's not exactly the kind of family bonding experience and memory you want to have with everyone. I was just grateful knowing that they knew exactly what we were going through, since they have all experienced this kind of thing before.

I thought it was a one off thing with Clark that maybe he had just eaten too much lunch, but boy, was I wrong. He threw up one more time just before we got to Perry. When we got to the house, we threw everything into the laundry, and Clark and I got in the shower. Clark proceeded to throw up, albeit very little about another half a dozen times that night, so we just kept him in a diaper. Oh yeah, did I mention we were also camping outside in the backyard?! By the end of the night, Clark had it coming out of both ends and I will spare you of any further details, but it continued for the entire reunion. He seemed to act okay energy wise, but I was kind of worried about him. the face of my sick child...he's still so cute.

Then, Saturday night, Tanner started to feel unwell after the cousin dinner. We got back to the house a little early, and Tanner started in with the same thing as Clark. Great. He laid on the couch in the fetal position all night, and his dad and brothers gave him a blessing. He started to feel better the next day. Despite everything, we had a good time visiting with the rest of the family. Everyone predicted that I would get sick on the plane ride home, and I prayed EVERY NIGHT before we left that I would not get sick. And I didn't. It took Clark another week to be back to normal completely. After doing some internet research when I got home, I think he may have had Rotavirus. I called the nurse and she said as long as he stayed hydrated than he would be fine in a few days. I don't know if Tanner just got a mild form of the virus, but I was also hoping and praying no one else in the family would get sick. From what I have heard, Tanner's mom was the only victim of being exposed to the sickies, and it sounds like she had a terrible time with it as well. It was kind of a whirlwind trip and definitely a memorable one for better AND for worse. Below is a slide show of some captured moments by Grandma and Grandpa from the reunion. From making father's day ties, to family campfire skits, to just general hanging out, it was a week to remember.

Rare Finds

I began packing this week for our move to Florida. Yes, I know, it is still about two months away, but I really want to be organized and not just chuck a bunch of stuff in boxes and not know where anything is once we move. I amassed quite a large pile marked for goodwill/DI/whatever you call it. Our DI is right down the street and is called the DAV (Disabled Army Veterans). I decided to go drop of my first of many piles, and as I was doing so, I noticed some furniture that they had placed on the outside curb. I walked over and saw this wooden high chair. It seemed to be an exact replica of the high chair that my parents used for us girls, and still have that the grandkids sometimes use. The worker outside came over to me as I was gawking at it and said, would you like to know the price? I said "Oh sure"...thinking it would be at least $40. He said $2.99. I looked at him and said "$2.99 as in 2 dollars and 99 cents?" He said "Yeah, I looked at it myself...you can't find wooden high chairs anymore and I thought it was pretty cool". I said "I'LL TAKE IT!" I was so excited I could barely contain myself. We never bought a high chair for Clark because we lived in Florida when he really needed one and we used my parents' wooden one. When we got back from Florida, we just bought a chair that sits on top of a regular chair so he could eat at the table with us. I ran home, got Tanner and Clark and we came back and picked up the chair. While we were doing that, Tanner noticed a water ski that had been dropped off. He asked the worker how much that was and she said $7. Tanner said "I'LL TAKE IT!" As it turns out, it is a womens ski. YAY FOR ME! Tanner was a little disappointed, but hey, it's a ski! I can't wait to try it out in a couple of months!!

I am finally up to date on my blog! Please see 5 new posts below from the end of May!

Bar Review and The Battering Ram

After graduation and a week of vacationing with family, it was time for Tanner to get down to studying for the Florida Bar. It is worse than any finals week during law school AND it lasts for 2 1/2 months, not one week. Lucky him and lucky me! He is out the door by 6:30am and comes home between 5pm-6pm. It really is just like a job, so I guess it's good preparation for me of things to come, although, I am sure his job will be more exciting than reading, outlining, and taking quizzes all day. He did take a break the other day and we went to Busch Gardens for a couple of hours. We mostly take Clark on all the kiddie rides, but we had heard that another couple in our ward took their 2 year old on the Battering Ram with them. She told me that he flipped out, but I thought Clark could take it. He was under the height requirement and Tanner was trying to see if he could slip him by, but he accidentally hit Clark in the back of the head with the turnstile as he was rushing him through. Clark grabbed the back of his head and started moaning in pain, thus getting the attention of the worker. But she didn't seem to care, and she just said, "Let us know if you need us to stop the ride". It started out okay, but as we got higher and higher, he tensed up a little bit. When we got really high, he started to shake a little when we would get butterflies in our stomach from being so high. People also started alternating screams whenever their side was higher. Clark didn't like the screaming...and he started to cry a little bit. We covered his ears and as we slowly got lower and lower he relaxed. Everyone sitting opposite us and the workers watching below us were cracking up laughing at this little boy with his wide eyes and red pacie in his mouth. When we were all done, we took out his pacie and he immediately started clapping and saying "Yay!" Everyone laughed some more, and commented as we exited how cute he is. I thought it was great fun and wanted to go again, but then we decided that we had tortured Clark enough for one day.

Happy Birthday Moo!

Dear Moo,

Here are a few things that I love about you that I wanted to tell you on your birthday!

I love that you put pigtails in my hair when I was little even though I hated you touching my sensi head.

I love that for my 6th birthday (I think) you redecorated my room. It was the beginning of your amazing talent as an interior decorator.

I love that you have always called me your happy baby.

I love that when I was in high school, you prayed for me the morning that I was going to find out if I won the competition to go to a leadership conference in Valley Forge, PA...and I did against all odds...seriously. I remember thinking I won because I had the mom who prayed for me that morning.

I love that you never ate anything low fat, including margarine (yuck!) and that I had never had macaroni and cheese from a box until I went to college. Unfortunately, I don't think my kids will be able to say the same for me!

I love that you were the first one I thought to call when I was breaking up with a boyfriend for the first time. Somehow you transferred courage to me over the phone...I still don't know how you did that.

I love that you have always known me better than I thought you did.

I love that you always made me go places even when I didn't want to because you knew I would have the BEST time once I got there.

I love that you love traditions.

I love that you support Dad in his endeavors even though it almost always means that you get the shaft.

I love that when I was a new mom and you were here visiting, you made me 'get up and go' showing me that you can have a baby and still do stuff the very next week...including church.

I love that one night when Clark wouldn't stop crying, you told me to go to bed and you took care of him. I woke up the next morning to find you asleep on the couch and Clark fast asleep in his car seat. I was amazed at your skillishness!

I love that you love Tanner and Clark almost as much as me...although sometimes I think Clark provides stiff competition ;-)

I love that I have a wonderful Moo! I love you! Happy Birthday!


p.s. check back for more posts previous to this one...I am a little behind on my posting.