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So, last year Link’s little “girlfriend” moved and is going to a different school.  He talks about her sometimes but I think it is just starting to hit him that he doesn’t have a valentine this year.  The other night Jack was at scouts and Mike, Link and I were talking about girls.  I was asking him if there was anyone else he might like to have as his valentine, I told him it didn’t have to be someone in his class, it could be someone from church or in another class.  This is the conversation that followed…

Link: “There is just no one.”

Me: “Well, that is ok.  You don’t need to have a valentine every year.” (he is only 9, after all)

Link: “yeah, Jack knows all about that, he has never had a valentine.”

Me: “Don’t make fun of him for that, okay?  That’s totally fine.”

Link: “Oh, I won’t.  I’ll just point out that he’s been living a lonely life.”

At that point I couldn’t keep a straight face, he is so funny.  If he is this way about girls now I seriously can’t wait to meet 16 year old Link. 🙂

Since we had this conversation Link found a cute girl in his class that he wanted to ask to be his valentine, he made her a little card, asked to get his hair cut and actually paid attention to what he wore to school the next day.  He was so nervous but he happily came home with a note that said “yes”, he told us it was fridge worthy so that is where it now resides. 🙂


when the boys were little, a long time ago, they both said prenzels instead of pretzels.

now that they are older, they still call them prenzels, and I love it, it makes me laugh every time!  we corrected them the other day but they didn’t care, they were still going to call them prenzels, and that is ok with me.

this is Jack working on his science fair project, it’s what we did over spring break.

Last night at dinner Mike asked the boys if they were stuck on a desert island and only had 3 wishes what would they be?

Here were Link’s

1. I would wish that the island was tropical.

2. I would wish for a house.

3. I would wish for a force field around my house.

I found it so funny that Link’s first priority was that he was on a tropical island.  It will be awesome to ask them this same question in a few years and see how their answers change.  Jack’s 3 wishes were..

1. I wish that the island was civilized.

2. I wish that there are skyscrapers on the island.

3. I wish that I owned all the ice-cream shops.

Both of their islands sound pretty good to me!

Lincoln: “Once I saw Santa shopping at Wal-mart for toys because his elves were tired.”

me: “really?”

Lincoln: “no, that would just be weird.”

This year Jackson is in 5th grade.  He is doing well and loves his class and teacher.  He is doing a lot more writing this year and Mike & I have been getting a kick out of some of his school work that he brings home.  Recently he had to write a few paragraphs about his favorite holiday food.  I am just going to type it all out (typos and all) because it just made us laugh, we are happy we could pass along our love of pumpkin roll to both our boys.

My Favorite Holiday Food

By Jackson Ouzts

My favorite holiday food is my moms homemade Pumpkin Roll.  At the end of Thanksgiving diner, my mom lets us eat that delicious, most scrumptious, very delightful, even rich, Pumpkin Roll!  Just thinking about it makes me craved.

My mom makes it with a lot of pumpkin bread and a special cream that is the best part of the Pumpkin Roll.  She rolls it up and puts the ingredients together, then, she puts it in the fridge for two hours or so.  Then at diner time, we eat like pigs

If you don’t have any clue what I’m talking about, you’re missing out.  I wish you happy Holidays and Merry Christmas.

If you would like your own pumpkin roll here is the link to the delicious, most scrumptious, very delightful, even rich recipe. 🙂

This last weekend as we pulled up to the beach Jackson rolled down his window and said…

“I can taste the beach.  And the beach tastes gross.”


At the end of July we took a little family vacation to Disneyland with a few days in Vegas after.  It was lots and lots of fun but our family experienced a tragedy.  Link’s beloved pet Ike was accidentally left in the hotel bed in Anaheim.  For three nights Link cried himself to sleep.  He kept saying it was a “very difficult time for him”.  It was all rather sad.  Well, thanks to our friend Pablo who lives in Anaheim, Link and Ike were happily reunited today.  As you can see by the photo he clawed the box open!  Link is a happy kid tonight!  We owe Pablo big time, I am so thankful for good friends!!

Today Link was super excited because he got a letter from his new teacher.  As he stood there ripping the envelope open he said:

“I hope she sent me a check!”

hehehe, he cracks me up!

Eight years ago today I remember being sooo happy that I wasn’t pregnant anymore!  Link joined our family and all at once it was complete, it was very cool.  He has been counting down the days until his birthday for the last 3 months, I kinda have that same feeling of happiness I had eight years ago that this day has come and gone. 🙂 Link told me last week what he was really hoping for this year was breakfast in bed, he wanted eggs and bacon that was in the shape of a smily face on his plate.  I am the best mom ever because that is exactly what he got, as we sang happy birthday standing over him he was wiggling with the excitement of getting to eat in his bed.  I’m glad that made him so happy!  After he ate and before school we let him open 2 gifts, as he was opening his second one we all had the following conversation…

Mike: “holy smokes, someone in here is SPOILED!”

Link: “I’m not spoiled, actually, I don’t really know what that means.”

me: “it’s when you get everything you want.”

Link: “oh, then I am spoiled.”

This made me laugh, normally I don’t think those would be good words to hear but today, on big birthday number 8, it’s ok.  I went in to check on the boys a little while ago and this is how I found him.  I think it’s a sign of a pretty happy kid.  It’s been a good day.  Actually, it’s been a good 8 years.