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Mother of the Year Goes to.... Not Me

Every morning I go to the gym to exercise. I love it because I have a lot of friends there (it's my adult interaction for the day...hahah...but seriously...), endorphins are released, I feel powerful and strong....etc. Fast forward to about 10 minutes after I arrive home.

Kids are fighting over who grabbed the box of cereal first.

Tears are rolling down cheeks from, "Cameron looked at me in a mean way."

Fights are breaking out between who has to be the flippin' monkey in the middle...

You get the idea.

So pretty much all the good I do at 5:30 in the wee early morning hours gets completely undone. (Perhaps I should schedule my workouts to after the kids leave for school instead?)

Anyway, today was no different. The kids actually all got ready on their own really well without any fights. They had a good 20 minutes to kill before we had to leave for school. They decided to play a game (but not the blasted Monkey in the Middle game...No! No! I banned that game [and 'jinx&#…

Lake Powell

Like I said earlier, we love boating. One year we teamed up with another family from our ward (the Dean's) and rented a houseboat in Lake Powell. I'm not sure why exactly we went with them--it's not like we were particularly close with them. All of us kids seemed to align up with their kids' ages, though. We both had our own boats, so we hauled those down, too.

A LOT of exciting events took place on this particular trip:
  • Dad almost died by getting sucked under the houseboat because Sis. Dean didn't turn the engine off when Dad was swimming to us from the boats we were towing behind.
  • A mattress from the houseboat floated away while in our little cul-de-sac. Tenille rescued it later.
  • CC (their youngest daughter) kept running into the sliding glass door.
  • We rode our water weanie for the first time, and then it popped.
  • We danced the night away to oldies music while jumping off the houseboat into the water and sliding down the waterslide. Anyone else would guess we were drunk we were having so much fun.
  • A stranded lady and her two kids ended up camping with us, too. I remember Sis. Dean crying because she thought her husband liked the stranded lady.
  • Cliff Jumping was always a highlight
  • Dad getting irate over the propeller getting eaten by some rocks near the shore.
  • Dad getting upset at Lance for running the boat into the dock.
  • Dad getting upset at us trying to circle him in the water and we weren't getting close enough. 
  • Dutch oven peach cobbler with sand in it.
  • Bats flying overhead at night
  • Finding Indian Ruins while hiking
  • Getting lost in the mirror-like canyons
  • Grilling catfish, and spitting at the carp near the dock
  • Spencer hiding under the bow of the boat crying because he was so afraid of boating. 
  • Mom pulling the trailer out with the van and taking the door off of the truck next to her. (Okay, so maybe that was another trip)
We loved Lake Powell. We went every year up until Lance's mission. Mom didn't let us go while he was away because she felt like it wasn't fair to go without him. haha

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