We just got back from a too short, but super fun trip to Utah. We went to visit with Joel's family and planned our
trip so that we could be there when his sister Cami and her family were visiting as well. Sadly, we missed having Joel's sister Kelly (she is due
to have a baby the middle of August) and Joel's brother Connor(he just moved to North
Carolina) there with us. We hope for a full Thompson gathering soon though! While in Utah we spent a lot of time swimming. My kids had so much fun. Carter and Mason did not want to get out...ever! It took Mason a little bit to warm up to the pool though. At first he just cried and cried and then he cried and cried when we said it was time to get out. Carter took a little bit before he was brave enough to jump in, but once he was, he was jumping in and out
nonstop! Mason even starting jumping in off the edge once he saw his brother doing it. It was so cute. Carter
saw some cousins jumping off the diving board and so, of course, he wanted to and jumped off the diving board (with a float of course) and thought it was so cool...Mason then attempted, but was just teasing us...he never actually jumped off. He would just go to the edge and say "hi daddy". Joel got to do some wakeboarding and even a little slalom skiing. I was super happy because it was so nice and hot! Even though our trip was so short, we had a great time with everyone and can't wait to see them again.
I have to complain a little now...we drove...enough said...okay, not enough said. We had five days over a weekend to go and two of them were spent driving. I am never driving to Utah again. Okay, so I say that everytime we drive and then end up driving again...Joel is too persuasive. This time I might, maybe, be serious though. The drive home was the pits. Mason is at a bad car traveling age in my opinion. He doesn't last long before he gets sick of being in the car and then just cries. We left at 6 in the morning and just before Twin Falls, ID he started crying...we had only been driving for three hours and had, hmm, only 9 to 10 more hours to go. We stopped at Twin Falls and had breakfast where we watched these bridge jumpers jump off this amazing bridge. I don't know if you can see the blue parachute in the picture of the bridge, but it's there. It was really cool, though I told the kids they couldn't ever do that. Then we took a super fun picture of the our super happy kids and the beautiful canyon...pleasant. Then we went through the open house for the Twin Falls Temple which was so beautiful and awesome, but not so much for the kids. Carter the entire time was whining about the cookie he wanted that this nice Sister Missionary promised him after the tour, but that he thought he got right that second...and Mason was just done with everything. It was really awesome though and so cool to be able to take our kids there...serious it was really neat. So three hours later we were back on the road. It's noon now and we still have 9 to 10 hours without stopping to get home. I'll just sum of really fast...my tailbone gives me problems now all the time and I can't sit in the car for that long and then Mason threw up in Ellensburg where morons close their gas stations before 11pm and we had to knock on the locked glass sliding door and ask them as they are counting their till if they would let us in for paper towels and water...Carter then complains about this nasty smell as he tries to bury his face in the side of his carseat and tells Mason "We don't throw up in cars". We didn't get home until after 1am and instead of just crawling into bed, we had to clean up a nasty car seat...seriously, besides the driving, a super fun trip!
I'm bugged. I feel like I'm in a rut and...actually, don't really want to figure out how to get out...that would take more work. I love my sweet Joel and love my kids (which is why I had to post cute pictures of them), but why is life so not like on tv. Why are things so hard and why do things not work out the way I planned them to. I always wanted to be a mom. Ask anyone I went to high school with, that was my dream. I was going to be an awesome wife who made cookies and took them to my husband's work and I would make great meals and I was going to have 9 boys. We would have our own football team in which I would be the 
center because I figured after 9 kids I would be huge. So, let me tell you how that pans out...I'm not an awesome wife and I rarely make cookies and when I do, we eat them (mainly me). Uh, I don't make dinner hardly...we do eat dinner, just things like Mac and Cheese, Pasta Roni, pizza, chicken (the breaded frozen kind that I only have to heat up) and our veggies consist of either corn or broccoli. Awesome huh. Are you all salivating? Let's see 9 boys...not going to happen. I had no idea what a pain it was to be pregnant and then have to get a huge baby out of my body and then recover from that and then raise 
it...yeah, there will never be 9...we may not even make it to 3. In my dream world, which I thought was reality, it was awesome to be pregnant and kids were so fun and obedient and I had tons of energy. Seriously what happened? Why when I ask my kids to come get ready for bed, do they flip out? Why does one take toys from the other? How do 4, 3, and even 2 year olds know how to talk back and why do they actually do it? Why is potty training such a nightmare...is this really that hard of a concept...when you pee you just do it in the toilet and not in your pants. Why do people keep telling me it doesn't get better, just new and different problems with each stage...awesome. Why do toddlers get into everything even after you tell them a million times to get out...why is the dishwasher so cool and the toilet water and the remote and the phone and electrical outlets...I admit, I am totally anal. I make things harder for myself because I want things a certain way...I want a clean and tidy house and I don't want my kids to get dirty because then I have to destain their clothes because I don't want them wearing stained up clothes that I spent money on. Why is it so tiring to be with them all day and why do I keep wanting to get away? Why am I still complaining when it is 5:15 pm and I should be downstairs making some Mac and Cheese or something for dinner...I guess that's enough venting for now...just so you know, I do love my family and they really are awesome...
We just got back from a too short, but super fun trip to Utah. We went to visit with Joel's family and planned our 
trip so that we could be there when his sister Cami and her family were visiting as well. Sadly, we missed having Joel's sister Kelly (she is due 
to have a baby the middle of August) and Joel's brother Connor(he just moved to North
Carolina) there with us. We hope for a full Thompson gathering soon though! While in Utah we spent a lot of time swimming. My kids had so much fun. Carter and Mason did not want to get out...ever! It took Mason a little bit to warm up to the pool though. At first he just cried and cried and then he cried and cried when we said it was time to get out. Carter took a little bit before he was brave enough to jump in, but once he was, he was jumping in and out
nonstop! Mason even starting jumping in off the edge once he saw his brother doing it. It was so cute. Carter 
saw some cousins jumping off the diving board and so, of course, he wanted to and jumped off the diving board (with a float of course) and thought it was so cool...Mason then attempted, but was just teasing us...he never actually jumped off. He would just go to the edge and say "hi daddy". Joel got to do some wakeboarding and even a little slalom skiing. I was super happy because it was so nice and hot! Even though our trip was so short, we had a great time with everyone and can't wait to see them again. 
