Mother's Day Weekend

Mother's Day this year was a little bit hectic, and I was a little bit spoiled. My sweet husband was already cooking dinner when I got home from work on Friday night. Flowers were delivered to my house that night as well. Super sweet since I know he hates to buy me flowers since I am a florist and all. It is such a good feeling to get them though! He also gave me a poem that he had pictures of us and Taylor on and framed. He is so thoughtful. That was just Friday.

Saturday morning, I headed up to Salt Lake to run the Race for the Cure. I ran it with two of my friends and didn't get pictures except for a couple of me and Taylor at the start line.
Taylor looked really unhappy, but she actually did really well. She had a cold and she was a trooper. I only had to stop a couple of times for her. The race was little bit frustrating becuase there were just so many people walking and it was hard to run for a while. It is not like I was running for a certain time or anything, but I wanted to run it. I guess if I do it again I will have to remember it is more like a 1 mile walk and a 2 mile run.
On the way back from the race I started feeling like crap. I started seeing spots and not feeling real great. I drank a lot of water and tried to get feeling better, but it didn't really work. My body is a little bit strange like that. I met up with my friend at the flower wholesaler to pick up the flowers for the funeral arrangements we were going to make. I felt really crappy the whole time we were there.
By the time I go home, I went in the bathroom and threw up a little bit and then sat down and got to work on the flowers regardless of how I felt. About halfway done I actually started to feel better. I think the flowers turned out really good as well. They were white and blue and we could have used just a few more, but I think they turned out great. Hopefully I will be able to get pictures from my friend, because I didn't get any. I always make that mistake. I stole this one from her blog.

By the time we were done with the flowers, I had put Taylor down from her nap and I still had to take a shower, so I showered and got myself cleaned up and Taylor woke up. Scott then gave me my card and my other gift, which was a black and white diamond heart necklace. One big heart with a small heart inside it. So beautiful. It is supposed to represent my heart and Taylor's. I love it.
Shortly there after, we went to buy some planted flowers for our moms because I sure wasn't going to do more arrangements. We picked up the flowers and then headed to my moms and then to my inlaws. We got back and just dropped into bed. It was a really long day, but it was a good day. We did a lot of good things.
Sunday was actually pretty low key. We went to church, played in the nursery, came home, took naps, ate lunch, and then Scott went to work and I went up to my parents house for a couple of hours. It was a nice day.

13 Months

Taylor is 13 months and still a crawler. I feel like she is behind and I am a little sad about it. Scott doesn't think it is a big deal. I know she is not behind and she is totally normal, but I just want her to be able to do it. She wants to walk around the house holding on to someone's hand and it makes it hard to get anything done. I know she will be harder to keep up with once she does walk, but she just looks so cute on her feet. Anyway, she is doing great and is staying very busy. She is pretty much always moving. She has started to enjoy swinging. She likes to go outside, but as soon as we head outside and she she will walk to the little playground for our townhomes (of course while holding your hand). She knows exactly where to go so she can swing.
She is a big fan of animals. Mostly dogs and cats since they are the only animals she has really seen. We need to take her to the farm some people in our ward have (ie the Springville Zoo), because they have a huge variety of animals including a wallaby. I bet she would love that.
Anyway, she is learning new words everyday. It is amazing to me how I say something to her a couple of times and she immediately tries to say them back to me. She still has the same 12 teeth and I can see her eye teeth through her gums, but they are not poking through yet.
She has started calling just about everything baby, but she also really loves her soft baby doll and small stuffed animals. She likes to hug them. She also likes to hug her morning bottle. It cracks me up.
Taylor loves books still. She has started to grab books and give them to you to read and then come sit on your lap. With Taylor any chance you can get her to sit on your lap, you take it because it doesn't happen very often.
Generally she is very happy and smily and likes to say hi to strangers. I can't get enough of her and it is very difficult to leave her a daycare every day. She went through a phase where she cried when I dropped her off and that was really hard on me. Hopefully that has past. She is such a blast to be around and the cutest little girl ever. Of course every mom thinks their kids are the cutest.

Life is precious

The same friend of mine I mentioned just a couple of posts ago just had a tragedy in her family. Her sister in law Alice passed away just days after giving birth to her third child. A precious baby girl. My heart breaks for the people affected by this loss. I have cried several times. I can't imagine what Alice's husband must be feeling. What should be a very joyous time in his life has turned into a mix between the joy of new life and the sorrow over his loss.
Events like this remind me that life is precious and we shouldn't take it for granted. It is something that we too often forget. We should be giving our all to the people we love the most and showing them through our actions that we love them. Sometimes we get too caught up in the mundane things of life and we forget what is the most precious and important in our lives. I love my family more than words can describe and I know I need to be better at showing that. I need to worry less about me and more about them.
I am also very grateful for the plan of salvation. I am so lucky to know that I can be with my family forever. I know that death is not the end of life and because of our Savior we can live again and see our loved ones again. It is a blessing to know that in times like these, our Savior has been there and felt our pains. I pray that this family will feel His love at this time.
I expressed my condolences to my friend and told her to let me know what I can help her with. She asked me to help her get the flowers wholesale and get some supplies to arrange them. Of course I said yes and I am very grateful to be able to help. I am glad to have the opportunity to serve when I don't take those opportunities very often.

The one where we lost a shoe

Sometimes I hate my laptop. I don't even know how I erased this post before posting it. Somehow I manage to hit quick keys I don't even know I am hitting. UGH.

Anywho...Every Saturday Scott, Taylor & I get groceries together as a family. Tonight reminded me of several reasons why we do this. The main reason is usually because Scott and I don't like to do a lot without each other when we can be together. Ahhh. Also, it is REALLY hard to take Taylor to the grocery store. I envy the mom I saw today that had a kid just barely older than Taylor who sat quietly in the cart and just looked around while she shopped. She was completely relaxed and moving slower than a snail around the store because she didn't have to worry about her child.
My trip looked a little different. For the first little while, Taylor was perfectly happy in the care kicking her legs and  looking at all the fun stuff in the store. About half way through our supposed to be short trip, I realize Taylor has lost one of her shoes. One of her shoes that I JUST bought last weekend and I put them on her for the first time today. So, I back tracked twice to see if I could find it. No shoe. After back tracking the first time, Taylor decides the cart is no longer for her and she wants to get out. Because I spoil her rotten and I don't want her screaming, I take her out of the cart and let her "push" the cart. This means she is holding on with both hands and I am holding her around the waist like she is flying and I push and try to steer with the other hand. Fun, let me tell you.
I finally give up on looking for the shoe and finish getting groceries while wrestling Taylor in different positions because she really just wants to get down on the floor. I get to the check out counter and Taylor almost runs the cart into the lady in front of us. Then the cashier asks the lady if she is hot because he thinks it is hot. I am going "Um, yes, I am sweating. It is hot!" But of course that was only in my mind, because frankly it doesn't matter. After checking out, which consisted of Taylor sitting in the cart and pulling everything out of the diaper bag while I get groceries into the cart, I wait in line at the customer service counter to see if anyone turned in her shoe. No shoe. I'm really bummed. So...I do one more walk through of the area we were in before I realized we were missing a shoe while wrestling Taylor the entire time because she won't go back in the seat of the cart. I finally get out to the car and go home and vow to never do that again.

Bunco Blast

I decided it is sad when your husband tells you he goes to Facebook only to see what you have posted and what you are thinking about because you no longer blog. So...I am going to try to start blogging again. I love mommy blogs that are REAL and aren't about how amazing they are and how amazing their kids are. A friend of mine from high school is author of HoneyBearLane. Check it out. It is a great blog. I love reading it because she is totally real and doesn't sugarcoat her life. I want to be a mommy blogger too. Why not right? Because I am a working mom? Who cares, I can still do it. At least I think I can. I don't even know if anyone ever reads my blog, but maybe if I blog more, I will have more traffic. No one reads an outdated blog.
So, here are my thoughts for today:

I have bunco at my house tonight. I have been in a bunco group with my mom and my sister for the last several years. Before I got married and before I went to school in Idaho, so I think the group is going on ten years. I enjoy playing, but our group has started dwindling. For some reason we have a lot of flaky people. So we really only have 5 to 7 regulars. One quit when I sent out reminders (super thoughtful) and one has class this week so I had to find a few subs this week to make 8 or 9 so we can have even tables. We started with 12.
I have bunco at my house tonight. And because I think I have to be amazing, I just went over budget on food for these ladies. Who-ever set the president that you have to have enough food for people to skip dinner and eat at bunco when the budget is only $8 or something for food should be shot. I am making black bean and corn salsa and cinnamon bun caramel corn (one of my favorites). But, I am also going to have watermelon & cantaloupe and carrots and cucumbers with dip. I think I am also going to cut up some apples and make fruit dip and make some yummy Chrystal Light Appletini drink. Yet, I feel like that isn't enough. I don't feel like it is going to be amazing, just ok. But I guess ok will have to do because I will only have about 45 minutes when I get home to get it all put together. It is a good thing my hubby and I spent some time cleaning up the house last night. He is so good to me.