Things That Make Me Happy...

Last Christmas, my sister-in-law got me a subscription to "Real Simple" magazine and can I just say that I have thoroughly enjoyed it. Every month, Mark brings in the mail and says "surprise" and then I veg out for awhile and read my magazine. I love to read, but when I sit down to read a book, I just can't stop and then it's after 5, Mark walks in the door, and I hardly even realize that the house is a disaster and Kate is running around with a wet diaper because I am so engrossed in my book... you get the picture. So, magazines are my compromise. There are short stories that inspire me, pictures, small tips, etc. This month the theme was happiness. Studies about what make people happy and how people make it last. I'm pretty simple-minded so happiness is not a complex subject for me. I can think of a lot of things that make me happy. A small list, so that when I read back through my blog, I am grateful for the small things that make me happy...

#1 -- Kate's giggle. She has a raspy little giggle and every time I hear it, it makes me smile and I want to hear more. Both my girls have good little giggles that they've inherited from their Father.

#2 -- Launa gives "squeezy hugs". Another good quality passed down from Mark. I would not say I am a "touchy" or "cuddly" person, but my girls (especially Launa) are. She will lay be me and play with my hair and give "squeezy" hugs and it warms my heart.

#3 -- Laughing. I know it sounds simple, but it makes me happy. Mark is really good about making me laugh. Even when we're fighting, he still makes me laugh. Last week while we were lost in Seattle, he told me I was a terrible wingman (I was trying to navigate) and if I were Goose that he would have ejected me a long time ago. I replied that I would have ejected myself if possible, and then I laughed.

#4 -- Reminiscing. This is a huge reason why I love having so many syblings. We all have life experiences that we can relate to, and that makes being together seem like so much fun.

#5 -- Completing a project. I am constantly making lists because I love to cross them off. I liked school because of the sense of accomplishment at completing assignments. Lately, I've been able to complete a lot of projects. I like being able to say, "hey, look what I learned to do (with a lot of help, but still)!"

#6 -- Seeing my girls play together. When I'm trying to talk on the phone in the car, they both like to start yelling at the same time. It's annoying, I know. But they both love it and they yell and then laugh, and then yell some more. When they play and laugh together, it makes me happy.

#7 -- A clean house. In my next life, I would like to be one of those Type A personalities that cannot go to sleep knowing that there are toys left out of place. For now, I probably stepped on the toy and didn't even notice, but, when I come home and the house feels clean, I love it. It makes me happy.

#8 -- Going to church. I'm not going to lie, I don't wake up happy to get there by 8:30 AM, I'm not really happy when I'm scrambling around with my kids trying to shove cheerios in their mouth so they'll be quiet, or even particularly happy when I'm muddling through a lesson that's a little over my head sometimes, BUT when it's all done and I feel like I did something that God wanted me to do, learned a little something, and just made it, I feel happy.

#9 -- Singing and dancing. To say this is not one of my talents would probably be an understatement. But when no one is looking and my kids and I are hanging out and singing and dancing, it's fun. And when I see them try to mimick what I look like dancing, I think uh-oh, this is bad, but they like it, and it sure makes me happy.

#10 -- Feeling loved and appreciated. Who doesn't like that feeling right? It doesn't matter if it comes from Mark, my kids, my parents, a friend, a sybling, when you feel like someone gets you and loves you, it makes being happy a lot easier.

On that note, I hope you can all recognize the small things that make you happy. Ironically, in the article, money had very little to do with the things that when you think outloud, make you happy. In my case, obviously, it was true. Joy is in small moments! I especially hope during Christmas that you have many small moments of your own joy!

Ready to Move!

Our house is officially getting closer to being done! The (supposed) move in date is December 23rd. It has been quite a rigorous few months and I'm not sure I ever want to do it again. My Dad assures me that it will be like having a baby and once I'm in, I'll be talking about how much I love it and picking out plans and changes for round #2. I'm not convinced. We have done (with obviously some serious help from my patient and kind brother, Brandon) our own excavation, septic (thank you Dad, Brandon, Matt, etc), parts of our 900 sf wrap around porch, hardwood floors, a few extra lighting fixtures (thanks to my brother-in-law Anthony), painting (thank you Walker!), concrete (thank you Richie!) work.... and the list goes on. The good news is that Mark and I are still married. :) We had to rebuild parts of the porch, the septic requires FIVE 70 foot drainfields that have to be level within an inch from start to finish, the heat pump got fired up with the owners' manual in it and broke, our cabinents got back ordered, the line to the well has broke, the roofing was at one time the wrong color, and currently we have a 200 amp electrical box and the load is at 200.7 so now that we are almost done we have to have that upgraded to a 400 amp box. Oh, and Launa is angry because recently her favorite color has changed to orange and her room is pink. Ahhhhhh!!! It has been a learning experience, and almost every member of our family has helped us with something. I don't know where we would be without all the help we received (well, I do, probably at each others throats!:). The good news is that I love it. It's simple, but welcoming and cute -- exactly what I would want in a house. Did I mention that we sold the other half of our lot to my best friend Jande, that I grew up with and lived with in college for two years. Our kids are the same age, and I'm pretty sure that she knows and can tolerate all my quirks so the neighbors are going to be fantastic! Oh, and her husband, Chad, is the local game warden, which will only feed into Mark's hunting obsession I'm sure. Mark is also excited. The house is on Mark's family farm and Launa is excited to live so close to "Papa Rich" (Mark's Dad) because he spoils her and takes her to Bob's Korner and let's her eat as much ice cream as she wants (in her words). What are Grandpa's for, right?

We are so excited for this new little chapter in our lives. I will miss living so close to my parents and being in my old Basin City ward, where I have been once again inspired by so many people who played a role raising me as a kid. On the up side, in Othello, they all blame our kids "feistiness" on Mark-- in Basin City, they tend to lean a little more in my direction. :)

Thank you, thank you to everyone who has helped us so much!! I feel like I'll be owing favors to people for the next ten years of my life, but I am so grateful!

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas to all.

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One of My New Favorites

Kate shares my passion for these Strawberry Limemade Chillers at Sonic. If you haven't tried them yet, you should. This kept her entertained for 45 minutes. Launa had a slumber party with her cousins and was literally talking and then asleep five minutes later.

And It's Only Noon...

Kate loves to get out of the tub and then run while I'm trying to dry her off. So, she ran off naked. While I was getting myself dressed, I smelled something. She ran into the bathroom (and closet) and pooped all over. The sad truth is that it didn't even phase me. I deal in a lot of poop these days.

Launa yelled to my Mom "Grandma, Kutter is going to ruin your trampoline!" We were indoors and there is no exercise trampoline in the house. She was referring to my Mom's brand new dark leather ottoman. Her perception did explain a few things though (like why she is constantly trying to jump off of it from various pieces of furniture)!

It's A Good Thing I Have A Decent Self Esteem

Or else my three year old daughter might really do me in. We were in Walmart and I didn't give Launa something she wanted. She started chanting "you're a loser", "you're a loser" over and over again. I ignored her (which seems to be the only effective way to deal with this type of thing -- if she knows I find it annoying or if she thinks it gets under my skin, she really pulls out the stops when she's mad at me). When that wasn't working, she started yelling (in the same sing song-y pattern) "Ashley Mollotte's a loser, Ashley Mollotte's a loser!" It continued for probably three or four minutes. I had to turn my head not to laugh. Really? She's three!!! I didn't even know she knew my last name. She's inherited her Dad's ability to really know how to drive people CRAZY!! I've always said I didn't want to be bored and Mark is never boring. Well, I have to appreciate that about my Launa, too. She is never boring.

A Few Indicators I Might Be Losing My Mind...

A few weeks ago, my Mom had Rhode's rolls out and asked me to put them in the oven, so I did. No one could figure out what the flakes on top of the rolls were. Um... so I failed to see the plastic wrap on top of the rolls before I put them in, whoops!

I have been missing the hair spray at my house for awhile, but since I don't use it that often, I didn't think much about it. On Sunday, I went to get out Rhode's cinnamon rolls. I was getting them ready, spraying the bottom of the pan and starting to spray the plastic wrap over the top when, wait a second, there was my hairspray! Without thinking, I had put the hairspray up in the cupboard and used it as cooking spray. I really hope that was the first time I had done it. The worst part is, Mark said, yeah, I was wondering why you were spraying the pan with hair spray but forgot to ask!

The moral of the story is, until my house is finished and I get my life under control, you might want to steer clear of any home baked bread (you know, from the bag) from me! :)