Brett's Garden

Is a "Secret Garden!"

The boys and I were priviledged to sit in at a rehearsal the other night.

 

Naturally, I had to snatch some video clips.

I have no qualms when it comes to showing off my hubby's amazing talent!

 

Pardon the crappy film job- I was a bit preoccupied trying to keep a certain little monkey still...

The boys couldn't contain their excitement when dad performed his "Dragon Song:"

After watching the rehearsal Hunter stated,

"So dad's pretty much the movie star of this place."

(Ah, how it would feel to be the hero in your child's eyes...)

This next one is my personal favorite:

"Secret Garden" runs March 4-26 (Mondays, Fridays, & Saturdays) at the Heritage Theater.

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I Might As Well Open A Pharmacy

 Seriously, I have never bought so much medicine in my life!  So far, 2011 has proven to be the sickest year in our family's history... From the flu, to strep, to pink eye, to sinus infections, to ear infections, to croup, to asthma and reflux flare ups, and, of course every little cold known to man, my kids and I have had it all- starting around the middle of January until now. Pretty crappy, but I'm hopeful it's over!

Being cooped up in the house has a lot of side effects.
The main one I've noticed, is the emergence of "Mr. Attitude."

Another side effect to be expected, is "Mr. I-am-more-wild-than-normal-because-I'm-going-crazy-so-I'm-going-to-drive-you-even-more-crazy-as-well!"

Keeping the boys entertained while stuck inside, unable to play with any friends, is quite a challenge.
But as long as mom is willing to think of something new every half hour and encourages making a mess, this guy stays happy:

Luckilly, we took a break from sickness for Love Day!

I was glad they were able to use the boxes they had worked so hard on:

Kye's box wraps his personality up in a nutshell.

He LOVES pink and purple hearts, but they have to be complemented with his "Star Wars" obsession:

Every time we were all healthy at once, I took advantage and got us the heck out of our house!

The boy's newfound favorite place is the Aerospace Museum:

Hunter wishes he could live there:

He is now considering being a pilot when he grows up.

Or an astronaut.

So is Kyler.

This is what Kye looked like most of the time.

When he runs around like crazy and performs random wild tricks, it means he's feeling happy and fullfilled.

And even though we probably pick up more germs when we do get out, I've decided it's necessary when raising boys. Oh how I miss the nice weather, when I can just send them outside all day to run off their energy! The count-down for summer is on!

Boy Crazy

   When I was younger, my dad would always say "you're too boy crazy for your own good" because I loved being surrounded by boys...

  A couple weeks ago, there was a little spot of water running through the grout from under our toilet. Neither Brett nor I could figure out where the leak was coming from or if there was even a leak. So, we cleaned it up and continued on with life, thinking this household problem fit into the "wait and see" category.

   Well last weekend we went on a little trip to St. George.  When we came home, I was overwhelmed by the smell of sour urine! I had cleaned the bathrooms before we left (one of my many compulsive habits) so naturally, I was going crazy trying to figure out what was going on... After washing the walls next to, behind, above, and all around the toilet, I still couldn't get rid of the smell. The same grout spot under and around the toilet looked damp, so I said "that's it- there's some kind of leak," and I immediately called a plumber.

   When the plumber came I told him "I can't figure out where the leak is coming from, but something is wrong! This toilet is making me crazy!"

   After thoroughly checking it out, the plumber asked, "You have little boys, right?"

   "Yes," (Did the rowdy little sword fighters give it away?)

   "Well, I don't think you have a problem with your toilet, I think this is a different issue." He went on to shine his flashlight back behind the toilet to that nasty discolored grout spot and slowly moved the beam upward. "As you can see, someone is hitting the back of the toilet and it's dripping onto this exact spot. Your toilet is working, it's just a problem with little boys as they work on their aim."

   Sure enough, there it was. "Oh my goodness, I have never felt so embarrassed, I'm so sorry to have wasted your time."

   "Don't worry," he smiled. "I see it all the time. It's just a part of having a bunch of boys." (He didn't even charge for the service call- I must've looked that pathetic.)

   How my boys have managed to continually hit that exact crevice, I'll never know. What makes me the most crazy, is that even with all my mad cleaning skills I have somehow managed to miss this?!?

 

For me the term "boy crazy" has taken on a completely new meaning...