Tuesday, July 5, 2011

the girls outdo themselves to make mom smile

A few weeks ago, following dinner, I set to painting the new laundry room.  It wasn't quite bedtime, and so I asked the girls if they would watch Claire while I embarked upon my project.  They were happy to comply. 

Pretty soon, I could tell they were launching a great plan of some kind.  All of the hushed whispers and excited ordering around of younger sisters by the bigger girls gave them away.  But when I went to have a look-see?  I was banned from the kitchen/dining/living room.  This made me a little concerned, but my fears were met by a "Don't worry mom!  You're gonna love it.  We're planning something that is going to make you smile!"

Who can refuse an offer like that?

After I had finished the first coat and Daddy had gotten home, we were invited to the main event.  This is what we found at the grand entrance:


"Yeah, it's a party!"

". . .games!
. . .music!
. . .movie!
. . .popcorn!"


"Rules:
*10 cents to get in.
*don't pull anything down.
*be nice.
#1 RULE:
MUST HAVE FUN!"



"Games:
*Blind Mans Bluff
*Four Corners
*Limbo"


The signs were hung throughout the kitchen.  After we had become familiar with the schedule event and the rules of engagement (a must for any party), we were led to the main event.  And oh!  What to our wondering eyes did appear, but the fanciest of festivities to ever take shape in our little 'ol living room. 


The pictures just don't do it justice, but let me tell what exactly went into this little menagerie:
-every inch of every spool of ribbon that I own owned.
-an entire roll of green painting masking tape.
-hanging lantern leftover from Shawn and Kelsey's wedding (which had somehow been found in the recesses of our garage).
-a big 'ol bowl of popcorn





Once my ever-benevolent husband paid my ten cent entry fee, we were led through the be-ribboned curtain into the party room, where we played a multitude of party games as promised, followed by a movie (The Sound of Music, my favorite), and popcorn. Unfortunately, I had to bow out a little early to finish my painting project, but was mighty impressed with the ginormous effort my little party planners had infused into the whole event. 

Just as promised, the whole thing did make me smile.

And as for the party girls?  The celebration (and all of it's subsequent planning) made for a whole lot of sweet dreams.

Friday, July 1, 2011

it's summmmma-time!


I was just remembering this morning about when Emmy was born.  Her middle name is summer, and when we brought her home Kate would walk around talking to and about "Emmmmmy Summmmma".  Anyway, the memory made me smile.

So, this morning Courtney and the gals are headed out camping to none other that the infamous George Creek (aka: the middle of nowhere).  The girls are excited beyond belief.  George Creek means summer.  It means endless exploring with the cousins, playing in the creek, four-wheeler rides, mud and dirt galore, and s'mores.  I can't go because of another commitment, so Courtney is going at it alone.  Good guy, he is.

He and I were laughing the other day about a George Creek story.  A few years ago, we went out west and realized we weren't the only ones who were visiting.  There were mormon crickets.  EVERYWHERE.  It felt akin to the pioneer infestation of 1840. . .whatever that year was.  Ryenne was just a young chick, and she was a bit grossed out/enamored by them.  The best part was that she kept hearing us call them "mormon crickets", and in her mind it came out as just plain 'ol "Mormons"!  She and her cousins spent their days chasing/running away from all the "mormons".  The best moment was when we were climbing into our tent one night and she shined the flashlight up on the tent.  She instantly saw a great big cricket hanging out above our heads, to which she quickly shouted, "Oh No!  There's another freakin' mormon!"  We still laugh about that.

In other news, we've been walking lambs this week.  The Stosich boys have been at Grandma's house, and so we hauled those city boys with us to walk our critters.  Mostly, they were quite impressed.  Kye is pretty sure he wants to own a farm someday.  Kate was dragged by her lamb, which tells me we're back in business.  That happens every year.  More than once.  After a few days of Emmy's "Mary Had A Little Lamb" feeling quite contrary, she actually walked yesterday too.  Kadin was a little grossed out when one of the lambs, um. . . .as he put it "shared the love" with him (ie:  got sheep doo-doo all over his shorts).  Kye wondered aloud what was up with the "goat he was walking," and when the girls assured him it was a lamb, not a goat, he said they were all pretty much the same anyway.  (A few minutes later, he asked why it was Moo-ing so much, so we're thinking he ought to wait a little while before he jumps into the whole farming business).  Oh, and Ryenne's lamb?  Walks like a charm.  That's a first.  Hallelujah.

The rest of our days have been spent at swimming lessons, volunteering at the farm, slave-working the girls, and sewing fun things for Mr. Baby Boy (we have a name picked out, by the way, but I'll talk about that later).  Popsicles, sprinklers, and lazy movie afternoons fill in the gaps. 

Last night, the girls joined all the Croney cousins at Grandma's for the annual 4th of July weekend all-night Night Game Night (hmmm, maybe I could think of a way to write the word "night" one more time in that sentence!).  This activity is provided by none other that party animal Aunt Kerri.  Can I just say that this sister is the same one who fell off her roof last winter, broke her arm in a gazillion places, three or four ribs, and her pelvis in four?  She spent a month in a rehab center, was in a wheelchair for a time, and is now back in the night game business.  It would suprise you if you didn't know her, but it doesn't phase me.  She is so much more of a fun aunt than me, which isn't very hard, but still.  Anyway, the girls will be tired today and satisfied that they accomplished another summer tradition.  I didn't help at all.  I went to bed (and that doesn't suprise anyone).  I'll just add that I'm going to Lake Powell with Kerri in a few days and I'm very afraid.  She's got mucho-mucho energy.  I have none.  I guess we'll make a great pair. 

So.  It's now July and I've updated our days a little.  Pictures to come. 

I love, love, love summertime.  (Oh, and baby boy does too.  He kicks me all the time just to let me know how much fun he's having.)

Monday, June 27, 2011

the longest post ever about our tackiest (but very fun, of course) family reunion yet

The day after school got out, we headed to Southern Utah with my family for our annual summer reunion.  Shawn and Kelsey were in charge, so we all know what that means.  Fun, fun, fun!  The girls look forward to this and Courtney's family reunion all. year. long.  We stayed in a cabin in Hatch, Utah (I'd never heard of it, either.)  The town sits somewhere between Bryce Canyon and Zions National Park.  When we weren't hiking, the kids spent their time exploring the mountain side, riding bikes, and Horny Toad hunting. 

The first day out, we all headed to Bryce Canyon.  My family hadn't ever been before, so we were excited to see the sights.  




 (Being the overly cautious parents that we are, of course, we all sat and encouraged the kids to walk along this fence until the park ranger came and warned that if they didn't get off soon (a whole 4 feet in the air), they were greatly risking falling to their death).


After lunch, most of us headed out on this very cool hike.






The kids and Grandpa were all troopers.  (Although Grandpa was sure that every sign we came to told us we had 1 and 1/4 mile left- for about ten miles, he says!) 



I laugh when ever I see this picture above.  When I was taking it, I couldn't quite figure out what they were supposed to be doing, but after I looked at the picture, I realized I should have been standing about five feet to the right to catch the right angle so it looked like they were actually holding up the rock. Oops. 


After out hike, we dragged our sweaty bodies over to the Bar-G wrangler cowboy show.  The kids had a great time, and of course, everyone there was amazed at the number of kids we all had. 

Always the fun aunt, Kelsey had all the kids up and dancing. 

Below, most of the cousins pose with Cowboy Joe (or something like that).

Every night, the kids were all so tired.  It didn't take Grandma very many bedtime stories before they crashed!


Before the reunion, Kelsey tried to talk Uncle Shawn into making reunion t-shirts, for a fun joke.  He wasn't quite so thrilled about the idea, which of course, made her even more excited to make it happen.  Secretly, she got with all the moms and lined up a plan.  We all brought white t-shirts for everyone, and Kelsey and Aunt Kerri brought all the fixins' to make tie-died shirts.  You can about guess how excited all the dads were about this, but the kids thought it was pretty darn fun.  We set up a tie-dye workshop in the garage, and went to work.



To everyone's surprise, we were just getting started.  Shawn and Courtney thought they were being pretty funny by designing Shawn's t-shirt with um. . . .should I say bosoms?  (They thought this would get them out of wearing them, I guess).  They thought wrong.  Kelsey was one step ahead of them.  Armed with iron-on fabric, she, Aunt Kerri, and I stayed up until 2 am finishing off the mens shirts in style.  

Since Shawn was the biggest party-pooper of all (and to cover up he and Courtney's artistic abilities), we made a gigantic "REUNION HOST" sign to go on the front of his shirt. 


In addition, everyone got a heart sticker that said "Families Are Forever" in big letters, accompanied by with "Croney Family Reunion, 2011". 

It wouldn't have been complete without our addition to each of the Dad's shirts.
On the back of each of them, we couldn't resist writing in puff paints, "Yours can be too, Ask me how!"


Let's just say us girls got a few good laughs that night.


And so, the next morning we all headed out to Zions in our fabulous reunion wear.  (Most of us anyway.  Being one who HATES to draw attention to himself in anyway, Courtney politely refused.  Party pooper.)  Oh, and Uncles Shawn and Ronnie stayed at the cabin, leaning over the toilet all day.  We thought it was just a ploy to get them out of their t-shirts, but little did we know, this was just the beginning. . .

Can I just say, Kelsey was totally right about her prediction.  If there is anything that draws more attention than 35 people (with over 20 being children), it is 35 people in tie-died "Families Are Forever" t-shirts.  We were pretty much the tackiest group in Zions that day.  Just as she had hoped.


Best pals Emmy and Halle were thrilled with their identical shirts, making them look more like twins than ever.







The hike was a hit, (except for me, who spent it at the bottom of the trail, throwing up in front of all the passer-by- a pregnancy result of a too-late night). 

We were all back on the shuttle, when Emmy started telling me her "throat felt funny".  We were crammed onto the bus with a hundred other people, so the aisles and every seat was full.  Because Emmy has asthma, my first thought was getting her an inhaler.  Just as I was thinking this through, she started throwing up.  All over me and everyone else around us.  It was awesome.  Luckily, everyone was very nice and started passing towels, wet wipes, etc.  A little queasy myself, I was trying to keep myself from losing it, all the while cleaning up as quickly as I could, and trying to reassure Emmy so she didn't feel too embarrassed. 

Poor Emmy, she felt pretty crummy for the rest of the night.






As you can see, Matt and AJ couldn't have been prouder in their pastel shirts.


With Emmy and a few others not feeling so good, most of us decided to head back to the cabin for the night.  AJ and Courtney volunteered to stay and hike with any of the kids who wanted to.  They got all they bargained for when fourteen of the kids signed up!  We all laughed as they gave each kid a number so they could keep track of everyone. 

Turns out, it got even better.  During their hike, Kate got sick.  Courtney stayed with her and then hi-jacked a garbage bag for the shuttle bus, which she used several more times.  Before long, several more kids were throwing up.  Between the two suburbans full of kids, five or six threw up on the way home!  When they finally got to the cabin that night, over half our crew was racing to the bathroom to throw up.  Courtney and AJ laughed at all the rush pull-overs they managed on the way home.  Before long, Courtney joined the ranks in the bathroom, along with several others (and even more through the night)! 

It seems every family reunion, Uncle Shawn and Ryenne get sick.  This was the case, again- but whatever they had spread like wildfire this time!  Fortunately everyone was a good sport and we had plenty of good laughs over the whole thing. 


 A few more highlights of the trip:  swimming at the pool in Cedar City, doubling the attendance at the Hatch LDS ward for church on Sunday, and Matt hitting a deer on the way home (he and Mckell had to leave a night early, and hit a deer just as they were pulling out of the long lane in front of the cabin).


(You can see the deer did a fair share of damage to the car).


We weren't surprised when our suburban battery was dead and we had to get some "juice" before we could head for home.  Par for the course, it seemed! 

Despite all the funny setbacks, the kids were still sad to pack up and go.  Armed with bowls and buckets for all the sickies, we reluctantly loaded up and headed North.  Tired, Tacky, and full of fun memories!

Monday, June 20, 2011

change

Last week I was painting our new laundry room.  (The wrong color, by the way.  I can never, ever do things right the first time- it's like my banner in life.  As I write this, I realize how funny this is, because I am daily, hourly, it seems, telling the girls, "If you're going to do a job, then do it right the first time."  Or, another personal favorite, "If you don't have time to do a job right the first time, then you definitely don't have time to do it a second."  Do the job right the first time is my slave-working mantra.  So why, why for goodness sake, can't I ever pick the right paint color the FIRST time around?)

Anyway. . .

I was painting along, when I looked over and saw Emmy leaning over the plywood barrier I had set out to keep the Claire-nado out of my mess.  Just as I glanced over, Emmy got a disappointed look on her face as she looked around and said, "Awwwww.. . ."

"Don't you like it?" I asked.

Without hesitation, she replied, "Yes!  I do."  And then, "It's just that I already miss the old way but I don't even remember what it looked like."

I had to laugh.  I've decided lately that change is hard for me.  This realization mostly came as a result of the emotional crises I've had over Ryenne moving from elementary school to intermediate school and the ensuing understanding that she really, really is going to grow up despite my best efforts otherwise.  I don't even know what upsets me so much, other than it's a new phase.  New challenges, new ideas, new independence. 

I want my girls to grow up, I do.  They're good girls, so I'm even pretty sure I will like it.  Most days, I will probably even like them.  After all, there is much to be said about the fun-ness of a teenager, right?  So many adventures await. 

I do like growing up, I do. 

It's just that I already miss the old way, and I don't even remember what it looked like.

a day late


Dear Courtney,

My favorite sound: listening to you and the girls laughing together.  Doesn't get better.
My favorite sight:  Seeing you cuddled up in bed with one of your girls, reading a bedtime story.
My favorite touch:  Your kiss on my cheek, hand tucked in mine.
My favorite guy:  C'mon, we both know that answer.

Eleven plus years ago, when we had our first baby,  I couldn't have imagined what we'd learn together.  I didn't know what an adventure we were beginning and how time and a family would make me love you even more.  I couldn't have guessed the strength you would bring to me on all my upside-down days.  I may have dreamed but couldn't have really understood how much I would come to admire and depend on your kindness and wisdom and how our friendship would carry us through. 




Heaven knows I didn't guess we'd have all these girls!  And you can bet I didn't know how much I would love seeing you be a dad.  I watched you in church yesterday wrestling little dresses and playing some little game you and Claire dreamed up.  I stood outside Emmy's bedroom door and couldn't get enough of her curled up on your chest as you read a favorite bedtime story. 
 I smiled last night as Claire climbed into bed to ask you a million questions just as you were trying so hard to go to sleep. 
I thought about the question that guy asked you at the gas station the other day, "What in the world do you do with girls?"  And you answered, "You pretend, A LOT."  I sometimes think about those long-ago days of football and wrestling, hunting and motorcycles.  I didn't know then how handy you'd become at tea parties and tutu's, and most especially how you'd make my heart go pitter-patter so much more when you had an armful of ribbons and lace.

Or how about after Claire was born?  All the nurses commented that after watching you witness all of the trauma of keeping her  alive, they now understood why you were the father of four girls!  You could handle the drama, they said.
We both know you have your share to handle. 
I always laugh when I see the look of complete bewilderment on your face in the midst of one of life's daily fall-aparts around here.  Like the bad-hair moment one of the girls was having the other day- you just looked at me and asked, "Was your life this hard growing up?"  I love that you don't get too worked up.  Typical of you, you shrug your shoulders, brush it off, and wait for the cloud to blow over (and then remind me that it's normal and I'm not really raising a bunch of monsters, after all).
I need that in you.


I never really had to share you before, so I didn't know how I'd come to live for our "hot dates", when I get to be your only girl.
Oh, and I can't wait to see you with a little boy on your knee.  I hope he looks just like you.


When we started all this, I guess I didn't know what to expect (other than a Happily-Ever-After, of course).


So glad for all the things I never knew I never knew. 
So glad for you.
HAPPY FATHERS DAY.
Love, little ol' me.