Farmers Market and Auction

"Welcome to Denio's Farmers Market and Auction, welcome to Denio's this week..." It's a catchy little tune that we (my sister Catherine and I) remember from years gone by. We went out there to Roseville together about a dozen years ago and had fun. Grandpa, Cindy and I took Kadee and Megan for their first time on Saturday, the 11th. They were ecstatic to get wheeled shoes for $5.00 a pair, and some cute clothes, hats, sunglasses, etc... really cheap! We walked the perimeter in two hours and that was enough for Kadee. She was tired of carrying - well, actually Grandpa and I were carrying - all our purchases. Here is a look at our haul. Notice the Vanna White pozes. The coins are some old Mexican Pesos. We got a kick out of them. Kind of fun for a souvenir.

Spring Break in CA

Kadee, my niece Megan, and I flew to CA on the 9th. Friday we drove to San Francisco and after picking up souvenirs, ate a delicious lunch of shrimp at Fisherman's Wharf. It was raining in Sacramento but sunny (though the wind chill made it feel like 20 degrees) in San Fran. We took the trolley car tour to Market Street and back. The girls had to play in the surf at Ocean Beach. I had to limit the play to only 20 minutes because I could not take the cold wind off the ocean for long. We toured to Pacifica and looked at Grandma Bush's old house and walked out on the pier - a first for both Kadee and Megan. We hit a three hour traffic jam on the way home so I snapped a picture of the side of the road. It's just not the same in CA as it is in UT.

April Fools!

Last night we put Kadee to bed in her own bed after prayers, which made us suspicious because for the last eight years she has liked to go to bed with me (Mom) and read for 40 minutes or so before falling asleep in my bed. Usually, Kerry has to heft her to her own bed later. So, last night was a big change. We heard her running back and forth upstairs so we knew she was up to something. Turns out she has a real sense of humor...

• All the soap was hidden from the bathrooms
• Lotion dobbed on my alarm clock
• Tape over my bathroom faucet
• Vaseline Gobbed on Kerry's faucet
• 6-8 dobs of lotion on Kerry's toilet seat
• Lots of Salt in my water cup

Kadee had put on her school clothes under her nightgown last night in the dark and she inadvertently put her shirt on backwards. This morning she was convinced that I had somehow turned it around while she was asleep. Kerry paid her back with an eyebrow pencil mustache. We snapped a picture of her when she was "asleep" and she did not remember it. She will now.

A Walk To The Park

We had the Wood girls over night Friday night and Saturday decided to walk to the park. Kadee and Megan wanted to bring Sam (on leash) so he could get some exercise. Megan did a great job until we reached the fenced yard around the corner - four houses away. They have a brown lab in the yard who took umbrage at Sam's proximity. Sam, of course, took umbrage also. Long story short, Megan was not able to pull Sam away from the fence so I had to take the leash and pull him back home. He's pretty strong and I'm pretty sore. Now I remember the warning not to over-stress my back.
Side note - any suggestions on how to get Kerry to post blogs? He loves reading his daughter's posts but so far has been unwilling to post himself.

Spring Flowers

The dirty snow bank in the yard has finally melted away. These little beauties put in an appearance. There is just something about flowers that makes you smile. Don't ya just LOVE SPRING!

Friend

The heart of man - a wondrous thing. Thank you does not seem quite adequate for the gratitude I feel. The gentle pull of emotion I feel when I see you smile. The echo of a smile in my heart when you laugh. Not needing to fill the quiet times. Continuing a conversation that we started days, weeks, even months ago, and knowing that you understand my thoughts. Laughing together at an unspoken communication when our eyes meet. I am and will always be your friend. Thank you for sharing your life with me. You are like a rock - a shiny, beautiful rock.

Time Marches On

I was reading my E-mails this morning, which I am reasonably proud of since I have not been consistent much since my surgery - when I heard Kadee cry out and then her feet running right in to the room I was in while a steady litany of, "Ow, Ow, Ow (sob, gasp!) Ow!" increased in both intensity and volume. All mothers (and fathers for that matter) recognize when the cry means that the child is possibly really hurt and this cry rang that bell. Kadee had apparently been trying to cut something off of a tiara - while not looking at the scissors - and instead cut her index finger. I'm not an EMT so a "gash" about 1/4 inch long that immediately drips four large drops of blood into the sink made me a little ill. Kadee had to hold direct pressure to slow the flow. She was a real trooper. I fell back on the time tested method of comfort to an injured child and pulled her into my lap once the bandage was secure. Now I'm disgruntled because my baby, when sitting on my lap, has to look down into my face. Just then Kerry stopped in and I almost had to have him comfort me. Time marches on and all baby's grow up. Kadee is only in the 3rd grade but her head is up to my shoulder! Next thing you know, she'll be taller than me. I hope she ends up statuesque like Jammie. I'm glad Kerry passes on good genes.