Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Just So Thankful...

We spent Thanksgiving at our spot.  Wayne Wonderland gets more wonderful the more I get to share it with my tiny humans.  And I guess I now know why my Dad drug me there nearly every weekend while growing up.
The boys had so much fun with all their cousins.  They played for HOURS together... laughing hysterically at each other in the basement and creating epic games (and messes).  It was so fun to listen to them.
Of course they added to their club house furnishings... building a table and hanging pheasant feathers and talons.  (gag)
There were rides on the little wheeler and the tiny motorcycle for hours on end.
There was a pheasant hunt wherein the boys acted as dogs and flushed out a couple of roosters for Dad to shoot and the boys to whoop and holler about.
There was a morning hike in Capitol Reef (the weather was insanely gorgeous - we are talking 70 degrees and sunny without a breeze to even tickle air).  
The boys wore short sleeves on our hike and just jackets in the morning before the sun heated up the atmosphere but man - it was blue skies and Heavenly.
There was a little gingerbread decorating.
And gingerbread eating...
And lots and lots of food.  And love.  
Plus Pumpkin shooting AND a turkey pinata.... because go big or go home, right?
It was just how a Thanksgiving should be.
We are truly grateful for all we have.  I have seen this saying several times in recent months and it hits home every time:
"I still remember praying for the things I have now".
Prayers answered.
Hearts full.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

A Week in Review - Calendar Style...

Last Sunday the boys performed in the Primary Program in our ward.
They were adorable and sung their little hearts out.  Each of them spoke confidently into the mic and recited their parts.  We held our breath for some sort of display of wills or hilarity - but alas - they were perfect gentlemen and we are so proud of them.
On Monday, our fellas took off for school on their scooters and we got one of "those calls", where your hearts leaps up into your throat and you're not sure what to expect but you know it isn't all butterflies and rainbows...
Poor Dax crashed --
and split open his chin
and knocked out his tooth
 (Baby tooth - Thank Heavens)
and bloodied his nose.
The entire Gardner gang was hovered over piles and piles of leaves on the bike trail desperately searching for the missing tooth (which was all Dax Man was distraught over) when our cute neighbor noticed the anomaly and asked if anyone needed help.
Well - turns out they did.
Kael rode off to school with Ace - after Ace lost his breakfast at the sight of bloody Dax.  :)
Then our neighbor delivered our little tough man with nary a tear to our front door and we ushered him to get his first set of stitches at the doc.
He is one tough little dude, that Dax.  
And he is a tiny bit richer thanks to a compelling note he wrote to the tooth fairy to explain the absence of his actual tooth.
On Tuesday morning Boone woke up early to watch his favorite "Punky Shoe" aka "Monkey Show" aka Curious George.  He did this in the nude except for head wear.
He also tried to give himself a heiny lift.
I do this all the time Boone.  I hope your luck is better than mine.  :)
On Wednesday the Target toy catalogues were out and the boys took time pouring over their pages and circling the toys that looked of interest to them.
Did anyone else do this with the Sears and JC Penny catalogues when you were younger?  It's so amazing how some things are a cheap thrill universally.
On Thursday the boys had basketball and wrestling.  
At one point or another they were all participating.
At another point they were all spectators.
And in the end they all failed at their first group selfie.  LOL
It cracks me up.
On Friday we took the crew to see Wonder.  I feel like every 
kid in the world needs to watch that movie.  We talked on the way home about how the world needs nice people.  But not just nice people who won't be mean to those among us who look or act differently -- Nice people that are willing to stand up to those that are mean to people who look or act differently.  Those that will actively show love and change behaviors.  Those who will bravely take a lightly trodden path of goodness that will start a movement of "nice people" that will spread like wild fire in the best possible way.
I'm confident these little dudes have it in them.  They show me all the time.
On Saturday the fellas got to go with Dad to the BYU basketball basketball game.
They ate all the good things and danced their booties off to get on the jumbo tron.
BYU lost.  I'm sure you're shocked.  :)
And here we are - full circle on a Sunday.
With these little fellas who make us sweat and smile and do our best every darn day.
 Grateful to be celebrating a week of Thanksgiving with some of my favorites.
We are so blessed and my cup runneth over.
Happy Thanksgiving to All!

Friday, November 10, 2017

Jazz Hands...

Well well well - what have we here?
A gaggle of Gardner Guys huddled around Grandpa's phone as they watch and rewatch a "kill shot".
Boys. :)
We hustled up to Logan for the Baptism of another one of our cute cousins.  It was a wild and raucous party and oh so fun!  (Boone's Tea Cup is killin' me) 
And took pictures of this cute couple.  It was raining and freezing per Logan.
This week my little ballas and I attended the Jr. Jazz Tip Off Party at the Vivint Arena.
 Where these dudes met some other ballas... and collected autographs.
We also met some cheer leaders (the fellas asked me to "cut the girls out of the picture") and my chest swelled with pride.  That's right boys... crop out ALL the girls until you're at least 21.  :)
They stood center court and each got to take a shot.
And then they hung out in the locker room with Rudy Gobert's stuff -- not Rudy Gobert.
Which was a bummer but still rad.
They all played their basketball games this week and wrestling started too - so it's no wonder I'm always late to the keyboard around these parts lately.  Just know -- this boy mom gig is all that and a bag o' chips.  I love hanging with my dudes.
And I may or may not have done a some "Jazz Hands" myself in center court- which no one but me appreciated and I didn't even care.  :)