Curveballs

Life has sure been crazy lately!  We have just been busy living life but none busier than our almost 18 month old.  There really is never a dull moment around here.  Addie is very busy copying everything you say and getting into every possible thing that toddlers shouldn't.  Some of her most popular words and phrases current are, "Mama! Mama! Mama! Mama!" until I rush to her side and give my full attention at which point she babbles something to me and then goes on playing.  "Go Cougars," we start them young around here.  "Snack", "Fish", "Cracker".  We were in the car listening to the radio, dancing, Addie was fist pumping in the back seat and the chorus of the song kept saying "so bad".  I think the song was "Call Me Maybe" but I can't remember.  Anyways after the song was over Addie kept saying so bad over and over.  I guess we better start watching what we say.  As for getting into things that she shouldn't, it is not uncommon to find her up in the windowsill banging on the window or to look over and realize that she has eaten part of the crayon she was supposed to be coloring with.  I promise we watch our daughter.  Today I was putting groceries away and looked over to find that Addie had started climbing up some drawers to reach the treat cupboard.  It must have seemed much more efficient to her than standing in front of the treat cupboard whining
when she has a mean mom that only gives her fruit or something.

I have just been working like usual, throwing in the occasional game of tennis, and a semi-failed attempt at the driving range with a toddler.  My free time usually consists of mindless tv but shopping sometimes sneaks in there (shopping in Logan is pretty rough) and I've been vowing to finish Addie's first year scrapbook for a few months now.  Eventually it will happen.  I got a calling in the ward, I work with the Laurels in Young Womens.  I think its karma for all the grief I caused Young Women leaders.  For all the lessons they taught that I ignored and all the activities that I ditched out on.  Its great though and its been a lot of fun so far.

Trevin has been busy finishing up mowing for the summer, he has been staying home more with Addie and doing translating for Utah State.  Addie now knows how to give "Knuckles" and make car noises.  His interview at Texas went great and he still has 3 more interviews coming up in the next month or so.  Arizona, Iowa and Pennsylvania.  Since football season started he couldn't be happier with his Cougars and Broncos.

Anyways this blog is titled "Curveballs" for a reason.  Its probably kinda deep so this is your clue to stop reading if you aren't into that.  I'm a planner and am generally prepared and organized, some people called it intense or uptight but my mother-in-law calls it perfect.  She and I are both perfect.  Anyways this perfectionism has led me to plan out my life from the time I met Trevin until we are settled down in a white picket fence house with 3.5 kids.  The first year or so things worked out perfectly as planned.  After that things started to not go the way I had imagined.  Lately we had more of our plan go haywire which has really got me thinking.  Its a pretty cheesy metaphor but it's been working for me....

I am always ready and expecting life to throw me straight fastballs.  I wind up and swing at them as hard as I can.  Sometimes it wasn't a fastball thought but it was a curveball and I swung so hard that I fell down.  At least I swung as hard as I could and will just get back up.  You end up brushing off a lot of dirt but its fine, when you hit a homer it feels so great that  I'll just keep swinging.

And...stop planning so much! I'm not ready for a white picket fence or 3.5 kids, I'm barely managing watching my newborn run through the house yelling random words she picked up on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.