Happy Birthday Cache!

Cache Money is 3 years old!  Three years ago I posted this entry filled with pictures of newborn Cache. Now I am filling this post with pictures of a kid who makes sure that he only eats things that make him grow :) and who loves these things (they do change often but this was todays results)...

Favorite part of your birthday: 'Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you!' and cake.
Favorite Movie: Monsters Inc. (3 months ago it was Buzz Lightyear)
Favorite Song: Happy Birthday! (Used to be 'Party Like a ROCKSTAR!')
Favorite Game: Football. I like football. No, I love football. (Very true and has not changed)
Favorite Book: No David!
Favorite Color: Blue (same)

My personal favorite part of Cache's birthday was Cache's birthday hat. He had been SO excited about getting a birthday hat! I have no idea where this excitement came from. We bought it the night before his birthday and he just had to show everybody. It was a struggle getting it off of him before bedtime. When he woke up it was the first thing he put on.

The weather was beautiful on Cache's birthday and we were happy about that because Cache wanted to go on a bike ride. He got to do that, open presents throughout the day and go bowling. Bowling went great, I will just put it in Cache's words, "I spanked my dad in bowling! I beat em'!" It is true, he did. He bowled a 168. 

We also played Candyland, Hungry Hungry Hippos and Chutes and Ladders. Where I found out I really need to teach my son to be a good loser. He would get way to upset if he lost. We are working on it. 

I could tell all day that Cache was not feeling good. He was (and always is) a trooper when he is sick. I can tell that he is sick by his eyes, other than that he runs like a maniac, plays football etc., and rides his bike. On this day it was the same thing. He had a horrible cough but wouldn't stay still to breathe. This made his cough worse. But he wanted to party it up. 

That night some of his Aunties, Uncles and cousins came over along with grandparents for a little birthday bash. Cache had a blast and a half!

After that party Steve and I were cooking for the party in the morning. Cache was excited to see all his friends and his Aunties (Cassie, Anna, Ashlee and Chantelle). He was extra excited for his Cinnamon Birthday Cake as well. 

That night, Cache couldn't sleep. He was fevering pretty bad. 

"My birthday hat is buggin' me! It's hurting my head so bad!" That is what woke me up at 1:22 a.m. when Cache was not wearing his birthday hat. After that Cache and me both didn't go back to sleep until 5:45 in the morning. So, we had to cancel his Birthday Brunch. He was a devastated about it. Especially since we went to the doctor instead. We found out he had bronchio....I'm not even going to try, and his first ear infection. :( sorry buddy.

When Cache is feeling better we will have his Birthday Brunch.

a loss of words.

Yesterday I was world's lamest mom. I was sick and sat around all day blowing my nose, drinking cough syrup and watching pretty little liars marathon. I know. Don't judge.

Last night I vowed I would do some thing fun with Cache. My great idea, the Bean Museum. 

Wow. That really backfired. 

This was our conversation on the way there.

C: I'm so 'cited to see dem animals!!

M: We are going to have so much fun money.

C: I'm goin' to the zoo, I'm goin' to the zoo, I'm goin' to the zoo! (said in cute sing-song voice)

M: Well this place isn't the zoo. It does have animals that we can look at, they just don't move.

C: Why.

M: .....Because they are sleeping? (Question mark because I was hoping he would by that)

C: That's a zoo.

M: Kind of...

...I didn't know what to say. It just didn't feel right to say,  "Well son, they are all dead. We are walking around looking at dead animals."

On our way inside...

C: I see the zoo!

M: It isn't a zoo. It's a museum, but it will still be fun. (Lying, I know terrible)

M: The animals won't move because they're not alive.

C: (Sees a massive moose through the glass door) OH! OH MAN! OH MOM!! HIS EYES ARE OPEN! HE'S NOT SLEEPING!

M: He probably won't move still because he's not alive. (Not sure Cache knows what alive means)

C: Oh he is big! Oh he doesn't move. Dats' weird.

In the African Safari section...

C: OH! What de HECK?! What is dat' lion doing to that deer? (I think it was a gazelle)AH! He's gon eat him!

C: Why aren't they makin' sounds?

Somewhere there was a sound of monkeys and Cache's face lit up like, "maybe my mom didn't bring me to such a lame sauce place after all."

C: I wan see dos monkeys! I am cited! Where are dey?

M: I dunno, let's look for them

We never found them.

Cache was freaked out by the lack of sound and movement. Not to mention the lack of body parts. 

He was so disappointed. Now I feel guilty and I am currently looking for a day that I have free to take him to the Zoo. With living, breathing animals. 

awkward.

On Tuesday Cache, Steve and I hit up Toys R' Us to find a birthday present for my nephew. Cache wanted to get him a power wheel so bad, he thought it was the greatest idea he ever had. Sadly we weren't able to do that, but we did get him a Fast Lane Hot Shot Flyer and Cache was okay with that.

If you go to Toys R' Us and you are walking past the airplanes you should stop. Look at the box the Hot Shot Flyer comes in. There is a typo. The description says that it "FILES UP TO 100 FEET!!" I personally thought it was kind of funny, but the ditzy side of me was a lil' bit worried that it didn't fly.

When I go up to pay I ask the girl at the checkout stand about toy and this was our conversation:

Girl: (monotone voice) Is this all for you today?
Me: (Probably way to cheerful for Girl's liking) Yes, thank you! Does this toy fly?
GIrl: (Looking at me like I am the least amusing person ever) Yes, it's a plane
Me: It says that it files, see?
Girl: That is just another word for flies. They just wanted to describe it differently.
Me: (Dumbfounded) I don't think that files is a synonym for...never mind
Girl: Do you want a gift receipt
Me: I guess they just made a typo.
Girl: Okay.
Me: Well, if it does end up filing instead of flying I can put that to great use... (nervous, awkward chuckle)
Girl: (clearly not amused) Do you want a gift receipt?
Me: Yes, thank you.

Girl's expression THE whole conversation.

Steve: (Laughing his head off in the background)

Ball Bucket Horror Stories...

Remember back in the elementary days when you walked down to lunch following the ball bucket? The ball bucket was great, it held your basketballs, soccer balls, jump ropes and footballs. Not only that, as you walked out to a much anticipated lunch recess you would drop your lunch boxes in the bucket and they would be waiting for you back in the classroom. You didn't have to worry about a thing.

...Wow. That sounds great if YOUR STUDENTS REMEMBERED TO TAKE THEIR LUNCH BOXES/TUPPERWARE/SANDWHICH BAGS OUT AT THE END OF THE DAY!!!

There as been the weirdest, yuckiest, un-coverable smell in my classroom. And it isn't just the natural smells of 6th graders (that is coverable, thank you Febreeze) it is a moldy/dirt smell. The smell has been a mystery until this morning.

This morning I woke up with one goal in mind. Track and destroy the mold/dirt smell. I walked in the classroom, took a breath, became dizzy from the smell and began investigation. My student teacher, Sara, was there and she wanted the smell gone just as bad as I did.

We discussed that it could be a leak in the sink, then I looked at the ball bucket. BINGO. I shared my theory with Sara and went to the office for some latex gloves. When I got back Sara had pulled the ball bucket out from under the counter, she had a very disturbed look on her face and said, "Yup, this has to be it."

The smell was 100% stronger since the bucket was pulled out, it got worse once we took off several layers of coats and uncovered the culprits. Emphasis on the plurality of culprits.

We took out all of the balls and jump ropes and there was nothing left except for several pieces of tupperware containing blackish/greenish nasty mold. It looked and smelled like my students were attempting to make a sewer monster. I swear I thought one tupperware had grown worms. Seriously.

I picked up a piece of mold that was the size of a bouncy ball. THE SIZE OF A BOUNCY BALL! It looked like one of those fuzzy puff balls, except nasty and smelly and I had to hold it in my latex glove. Nas to the T people! NASTY!

Sara and I were running back and forth throwing away nasty mold that used to be food. Seriously, what heck students.

I came back from throwing a big chunk of mold in a sandwich bag away when Sara said, "I don't even know why I opened this. I shouldn't have"

Well, of course that peaked my interest and I had to look.

In it was a sandwich. Not just a little leftover piece, a WHOLE sandwich. I literally think that it was at least a month old. It was all mold, not one piece of white or wheat. It stank soooo bad. But the funniest part is, one of my students came in and said, "Smells like those clorox wipes. Are you cleanin? Smells like cleaning supplies."

There were several other lunch boxes with moldy food inside.

If you are wondering the reasons that I didn't check there in the first place here ya go:

1. I never had students do this before. I mean, usually parents are anal about their kids bringing back their lunch boxes/tupperware. As for the plastic sandwich bags, they usually throw them away on their way out to recess.

2. The smell was masked by several layers of coats until it got so bad it surpassed the coats.

3. The ball bucket was the last place I would look for a science project to be growing. But guess what, Miss Doll is teaching the 6th grade about microorganisms. What a fabulous coincidence, but Miss Doll did not want to use the moldy sandwich as an example. I don't know why she wouldn't.;) jk.

Mr. Billie really saved the day when he sprayed out our ball bucket and brought it back looking brand new and smelling fresh.

By The Book

I could not wait to use this picture! Our family LOVES books, well Cache and me do and Steve supports our enthusiasm. But, don't let me mislead you, if a book is phenomenal he will read it. I basically will read every book he reads because it is bound to be a show-stunner ;)

To see more books being used as props in photographs go here. 

And the teacher in me has to say, "Yay for promoting literacy!"

 

Naps

My little family is still recovering from the holidays. There is so much to do and I am happy one of us gets to do this during the day, although, I have to admit, I was lil' bit jealous.

Why is it that when we are little we absolutely do not want to take a nap or got to sleep. But, when we get older we would LOVE it if someone would come in and say, "You need to take a nap, I'll take over for the next hour or two." Can you even imagine? That would be A-mazing!

cinnamon rolls & train rides

On New Year's Eve Steve made cinnamon rolls, in a very manly way.

 He makes THE best cinnamon rolls in the world. Seriously. It tastes like the middle of a cinnamon roll in every bite! Delish.

On this fabulous day we also took Cache on another train ride for his amazing potty skills. 

Before you look at the next picture, I have to tell you...

Cache was SO excited to go on the train. We had a lil' conversation that went like this.

"Mom! Please can you get ready?"

"I have to take a shower and get dressed."

(While in the shower I hear Cache Money yelling)

"MOM! YOU ARE TAKING SO LONG!!"

I come out with my towel wrapped around me and Cache runs into our closet, grabs one of my blouses off of the hanger and says,

"Oh, mom, dis one is cute! Put dis one on, hurry."

I get dressed...

I forgot to mention to Cache that I also had to do my hair and make up and we had to get some household chores done.

"AHHHH! Mom I jus' want to ride dat train! I have my stickers on my ticket. You don need make up."

We came to a compromise, he could have one sucker while he waited for me.

I half haphazardly dried my hair and twirled it up.

Meanwhile Cache had crunched his sucker right off the stick and it was gone.

"My sucker is gone! Time to go!"

"Cache I have to put on make up."

"No, you don't."

I just looked at him while I grabbed what I needed.

"Alright. Grab dat eye jail and den les go."

Eye jail is my eyelash curler...his father taught him that.

"Pweeeze mommy. I love you, take me to dat train ride." (Huge brown eyes, lashes batting....sweetest face I've ever seen)

1 1/2 later I am ready, Cache had not gone potty. I think it was because he was so excited. He refused to go and I didn't make him since he waited for me "all morning". 

Needless to say I was a little nervous...

Especially when I captured this picture of him before the train started chugging away.

I was certain that we would return with some wet pants.

Cache made it home like a big boy. No accidents. But when we asked him if he needed to go potty he said, "NO!" Well, when we got home he went potty, for a long time. It reminded me of the beginning of Austin Powers when they unfreeze him and he is unloading years of liquid....anyways, Steve and me were trying to stifle our laughter as we peeked in at Cache who had such a look of relief on his face.  That would be our stubborn little guy for you.

i heart faces.

This week at I heart faces the challenge is to find a "Family Fun" picture and I immediately thought of this 3 generation picture.

I am kind of in love with black and white photos right now.

To see other family fun photos, click on the camera ;)




Favorites of 2011

January

FEBRUARY

MARCH

1st dentist appointment

APRIL

 Auntie Mandi's Play

 Remember when T.J let me cut his hair for crazy hair day and he wanted to go all out for this spirit day? So, we went all out...

...and it turned out NOT to be crazy hair day at school. Ooopsie.

MAY

JUNE

JULY

August

September

Delish' strawberries from my in-laws are a highlight every summer & fall.

October

Steve went to the BYU game and since it was so late, Cache had to stay home. He was devastated. So we put a blanket on the couch and I told him it was a special at bleacher and we popped popcorn and he intently watched THE whole game.

NOVEMBER

DECEMBER

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