Ok so I suck. Here are some pictures of the Neves reunion at the airport, and random pictures from then on. Ya this was like 4 weeks ago..

This picture below was totally staged.. Nice try guys

I have missed you sooo much. Let me just squeeze your head a little

and a little more..

and a Kiss for "Hodie"

sunday best Mac-n-Cheese face bath tub buddies (say that 3 times fast)

sweet endings*

More to come!

Recently my friend BreAnn took these pics for me. She is just starting her own photography business called Picture You Photography. Check it out! We loved her contagious laugh and eye for detail. Thanks again Bre!

No Words

It was a typical day. Running out the door with Oaklee on my hip, hair in a crazy bun, forgetting to shut off the bathroom light and dropping Oaklee's sippy cup in the garage. This was all part of the normal daily routine. But one crucial thing was forgotten that day. One 20 pound puppy was left on her in leash inside the house.

I'm sure you can imagine what is next, but first here is a little background before I go any further. Colton is building Tug a dog house. The framing of the house is up, but due to some late working days, the sides and roof of Tug's new house are still under construction. So while Tug's house is put on hold, she is spending the nights with us. I told her when she cuddled up on the bean bag to realize that this was ONLY until her house was finished. This was not permanent. She tilted her head to one side, and starred at me.

Well in my rush to get out the door that day, I buzzed right past tug without even thinking about the devastating results of leaving a teething puppy in the house unsupervised. I went to my Moms' house happy as can be. Oakey and Grace roamed the house. Oaklee swiffered the floor (her new obsession) while Gracie made a house out of couch pillows. We ate lunch and ran to wally world for the necessities; Mickey Mouse shaped cheese and lunchables for Grace. M&M's and yogurt for Oakey. After a day of couch houses and an imacculate swiffered floor, I went home to spend some time with Colt; he has been kind of neglected since Amie came into town.. When I walked through the door my jaw dropped. They're was tug, chewing on a chunk of carpet she had separated from the glue and nails. Carpet pieces were scattered around her like confetti. Then my eyes met the next disaster. She had found the cabel cord that hooks from the computer to the wall. Pretty much it looked like a chewed up licorace rope. Completely obliverated. No salvaging this one. Good bye internet. At least until the cabel guy comes. So for now my blogging is limited to when I'm at my Mom's, when a computer is free and when I'm not chasing and cleaning up after Oakey, which translates to about 1 hour a week, (seriously) and in that hour I want to be spending time with my long lost penslybania (as Grace calls it) toddler. So for a bit, my blogging and pictures will be put on the back burner.

Note to self: Do not leave a puppy, cabel wire, and carpet alone in the same room. Lessoned harshly learned.. This was totally my spacey fault, all in all what can I say? They're simply are "No Words".

Am I close enough to feel the hay...can I stay here and slide all day?

If I crinkle my nose will it make you laugh?

If I get to close will I take a bath?

Can I squish and spill my mac and cheese?

Can I take this laundry with me please?

I am guilty of naked-ness

it's only a little dirt Mom it wont make a mess

I want to touch and play and grow,
I want to see and feel and know
I want to splash, and laugh and roll
what happens if I put this down that hole?
I want to cry, and bite and say "no!"
I want to feel the cool grass below
I want to gaze at the open sky
I want uncle Chad to throw me up high
I want to see the sun so bright
I want Dad to kiss me goodnight
I am full of wonder and awe
"Life is short, live it up!" to quote my grandma
The simple things in life are worthwhile
so laugh and love, and don't forget to smile.

Leaves and Tooth Aches

Today I woke up with a throbbing toothache. You know that annoying pain that threatens to ruin the whole day. I heard Oaklee crying in her crib. I went in her bedroom to find her looking up at me, patting her cheek with her chubby little hands. Those big blue, melt your heart eyes, looked up at me with a sad expression. She smiled to see me, but kept patting her cheek. I looked into her mouth to find a crooked jagged little tooth peeking out from her gums. So Oaklee had a toothache too. After breakfast and doses of Tylenol we wrapped up in our favorite blankets on the bean bag and turned on Barney. She laid her head on my shoulder (for 2 seconds) and patted my arm with squishy hands as if to say "I understand what your going through Mom, my tooth hurts too." It those kinds of moments that make any day, a great one.Then she was off the bean bag in .5 and onto the next event. We went outside to get some fresh air and Oaklee collected rocks and leaves of all kinds. It was a beautiful clear day, and we did forget our teeth for a bit.

5th Generations and a wedding
So my computer is going to blow up. Literally it's just a matter of time before I start feeling the desk shake and see smoke.. We probably should have just bought a new computer when he moved in, but this computer, so lovingly called the "dino" (as in "dino"saur) was free! You can't beat free! So I'm trying to make the best of it and let it hold on a little longer before the dino will be laid to rest. The dino has no more space to hold anything, which is why I have 3 weeks of posting to catch up on....

Oaklee woke up in her crib like this and it cracked me up. I wonder how she managed that one?

My good friend from back in our High School days (I say that like I'm sooo old) got married October 10th. It was a great day, and so special. Congrats Mrs. Harrison!

This pic was at her reception later that night... pretty self explanatory. Long day, tired baby..

This picture was taken on Oaklee's birthday and the dino threaten to eat it so I've had to wait to post it, but I think it's pretty neat! There are 5 generations in this picture. From Oaklee, to her Great Great Grandma and Grandpa Lewis.

Haunted House nightmare

A little background: I have never been to a haunted house in my life. I see a commercial for haunted houses on t.v. and immediately change the channel. I love Halloween, but always dread when the Haunted Houses open up because I know that it's inevitable that one day I will not be so lucky to avoid it and actually have to walk through one and live out my nightmares. Well that day came Saturday. After dinner at Dalton's, Colton, Sherise, Cole and I were debating on what to do. We always rent a movie and go back to someone's house to watch it so this time we thought we should spice it up a bit. With Oaklee snug as a bug at her Grandma's house, we had all the time in the world, so "Why not go to a haunted house?" My stomach went into a tight not. "Um how about a corn maze!?" Everyone looked at my frightened expression, told me I was lame, and that we were definitely going to a haunted house. I thought about running home, or bumming a ride with some stranger, anything but the Haunted house. The drive to American Fork I was literally sweating, the knot in my stomaching growing bigger with each passing exit. When we arrived at the House I thought I was going to faint, and we weren't even to the door yet. We got our tickets and headed for the line to enter the "Haunted Forest." To make matters worse, while waiting, shivering with fear and bitter cold, these creatures can come up behind you and get in your face and scare the living sh*% out of you, and apparently I was an easy target because I got harassed the whole time. I clung to Colton for dear life as we entered the doors to the spooky mansion. I buried my head in his coat and tried not to cry (seriously!) The forest/mansion was filled with mine shafts that had wet floors and things dangling from the ceiling, clown alleys, and my personal favorite, the chainsaw men. Whenever I would hear the sound of a chainsaw firing up in the distance I would literally think I was going to pee my pants, throw up, and cry simultaneously. I have never ran so fast in my life then when I heard the sound of the chainsaw in my ears. When the living nightmare finally ended, I had lost my voice and my knee's were knocking together from fear. So lessened learned, I will never go to another haunted house in all my life! I will bum a ride at Dalton's on the corner if I have too! Am I the only one with an experience like this!? I'm dying to know!