/veɪˈkeɪʃən, və-/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [vey-key-shuhn, vuh-]
1. a period of suspension of work, study, or other activity, usually used for rest, recreation, or travel; recess or holiday: Schoolchildren are on vacation now.
2. a part of the year, regularly set aside, when normal activities of law courts, legislatures, etc., are suspended.
3. freedom or release from duty, business, or activity.
4. an act or instance of vacating.

va⋅ca⋅tion with kids:

a lot of work.
i'm pooped.
but we are having fun.
more later.


merry christmas

in lieu of blogging every day and reading your posts, i am taking a break. i am stuffing my face with fudge and sitting on couches watching my children entertained by our families. that is a real vacation my friends.

my last post of the year (do you really think i can make it that long?) is a true story from tyson's christmas past.

at a young 8 years old, on christmas morning, tyson unwrapped his very own red ryder daisy bb gun. yes, the exact same gun that the famous "ralphie" used in A Christmas Story. out he runs to the backyard and starts target practicing. shoot. shoot. shoot. hmm...he spots an empty electrical spool and decides to give it a try. and what do you think happened? the bb bounces straight off of it and hits ty right in his eye. well, directly below his eye. what are the odds?

according to him he kept on shooting and didn't go in crying to his mother. he thinks it's because he's brave. i think it's because he didn't have to make up a story for why his glasses broke. he did go inside when he bored of his new toy. he never had seen the movie yet and was confused as to why his aunt corinne laughed her head off when he said he almost "shot my eye out". hahaha.

that's my husband for you. we still love watching that movie, it's one of our favorite christmas traditions.



two days ago we told lucy we were traveling to logandale on friday.
she wet the bed that night.
she wet the bed last night.
how did i forget in one short year how weird my child gets around Christmas?

your probably thinking, "her kids can't get that bad", and so, i have a little story to tell you about our last holiday vacation. we'll call it...

The Poopy Christmas.
*due to my husband's pleading i am not posting the story. let's just say it was really, really bad. just think worse case scenario with a 3 yr old who's regressing with the potty and mad at her sister at the same time.

enough said. it was horrifying, disgusting and not the way to start off Christmas eve. and it almost ( i mean, so close) happened again Christmas day before i caught on.

i know it can never be as bad as last year, but i wonder what will happen this Christmas?


up and down

today we picked up a mcdonald's gift card for ty's brother that's on a mission. what missionary doesn't like free food right? so we are at the brand spankin' newly remodeled mcdonalds (it was nice people, and i'm talking nice) and decided to let the girls play in the playplace. i mean, it's brand new so the chances of them catching a deadly virus is next to nothing right?

but there a few things you should know first about my experience with playplaces: if we ever do get fast food (which is rare) it's drive-thru and i lie to my children and tell them the playplace is closed.

i know, i'm an elitist and enjoy parks more than indoor stuff, but today it's freezing out so i compromised. last week abby chanted the entire 20 minute walk home from the park "hads...cod...hads...cod...owie". and she had gloves on too.

so the whole point of this story is this: at parks/waterparks/playplaces there are always kids going UP the slide instead of down it. why does this drive me insane?

1. my kids aren't pushy so they'll sit at the top just waiting for bully to get up and then turn around and slide down. and then they act confused about which way to go and wait longer.
2.abby is so small a 1 year old could crush her if he wanted to, so when a first grader is running up the slide towards her, i get a little worried.
3. it messes up the entire slide cycle.
4. i never could do it as a kid. i always slipped and hit my chin. maybe that's the real reason behind all my angst.

if you let your kids go up the slide in public places-just slap your hand right now and repeat after me, "up the stairs, down the slide" that's right! keep repeating until it sticks.

oh, and don't you love the sing-song voice all mom's use when disciplining their kids in public? it cracks me up. i do it too, so i have no room to talk.


dots and dots of no

it's snowing again, and we're loving it! well, the girls and i are enjoying it, ty is indifferent. i like driving in the snow, walking in the snow, staring at the snow, thinking of snow. etc. etc. etc.

but this morning, i wasn't expecting it to be snowing at 5:40 in the morning.
I start walking to the gym and realize i'm getting covered in it.
back to the house.
back out to the gym with snow boots/coat and backpack w/ shoes inside.
back to the house.
back out to the gym again with my pass. ugh. that wasted almost 5 minutes because i didn't know i'd have to wrapped up like nanook of the north just to walk 4 blocks.

today was interval training (fast,slow,fast,slow). yes, i'm still training for a marathon, in the dead of winter. which makes me think that all this waking up at the crack of dawn and denying myself of the snooze button and my electric blanket is a form of this:

 gratification gained from pain, deprivation, degradation, etc., inflicted or imposed on oneself, either as a result of one's own actions or the actions of others


christmas pictures

thanks to my sister in-law tara and her mad photo skills- we finally got our annual pictures taken.
we drove up the hill to the Y parking lot and only had about 15 minutes to take them. i can't believe how cute they turned out, if i might say so myself.

did i mention it was freezing?

i'm glad i finally got to wear my $20 vintage coat i've had since we married.
this is the one we put for our cards-but now i think it makes me look pregnant. uck.

this is where it all started. the leavitt truck that has been passed down from one male to the next. we had our first date/first kiss/first "talk"/and proposal in this truck. ah, nostalgia. i guess that's why i let ty keep it in our driveway.


growing pains

i just checked on the girls before turning in for the night. my mom always said that's the secret to motherhood, go in and enjoy them when they are peaceful.

and there they were, lucy sleeping straight on her back, holding her baby of course, and abby curled up because she is her 6-9month sleeper? what? she wears 18mo old clothes now. should i change her or just let her sleep?

ty put them to bed tonight while i visit taught and he hates having to "look" for their clothes. granted, he is a man, and color blind, and our house is disorganized, but really, couldn't he tell they are too small when she can't stand up all the way in them?

love at home

lucy, after being put in time out for the second time this morning:

"well, i don't wish you a happy new year!"

crackin' nuts

how many nuts can you crack in an hour? with the stupid $3 handheld one from the store, I can do about two. but thanks to my amazing husband's channel locks, i can do about 30. who knew?



nutcracker part deux

this is our second year attending the nutcracker (i know, totally spoiled by my mom) on a mommy/daughter date. this year we opted to drive an hour to salt lake to see ballet west's version. so very worth it.
we had a great time and lucy wants to be a ballerina. surprise surprise. she still doesn't believe me that i actually danced "in" it every year when I was younger. just too hard to imagine i guess : )

sunday question:

"Can you airplane fly to Heaven?" -Lucy


quote of the week

lucy: mom, say something, and then i'll coffee you, and then you need to shout "stop coffeeing me!". ok?
me: ok
lucy: mom, you forgot, you need to say something!
me: what do you want me to say?
lucy: what do you want me to say? now say, "stop coffeeing me!"
me: stop copying me!
lucy: hahaha. that was fun wasn't it?


randomness in december

this morning, on the way to the health food store, i pulled into the right turn lane instead of heading straight ahead. so, when the light turned green, i gunned it and cut off the byu co-ed in her blue beetle. sorry girlie, but i just didn't have an extra 2 minutes to reroute.

lucy notices everything. and i mean, everything. about 6 months ago she asked, "why do mommies eat different lunches than daddies and me?" ugh. i explained that when you are the mommy, and make the food, you can have salads too instead of cheese quesadillas/grilled cheese/burritos/top ramen (their usual lunch fare). she acted really excited to know that she'll have power some day.

our oldest also informed me of her never-ending list of christmas presents she wants. how do i get this to stop? i don't mind if she's excited, but she is bordering obsessed. and she's obsessed with barbies. i thought that wouldn't show up until grade school. and i know i shouldn't be surprised because i was obsessed with them too. but it still makes me very sad that she wants to grow up so fast.

we babysat our little niece evelyn today. lucy was an angel, helpful, watchful, loving. abigail was nice the first 15 minutes, then jealous, spiteful, and hogged all the toys. yet another reason why the thought of having another baby scares me to death.

all this running, healthfood runs and salads for lunch has paid off. i know it's cheesy to put on the blog, but i have been a size 6 pants for a year now. and let me tell you, i haven't worn that size since i was in HS. so go me i guess.

and last sunday, driving home from church, we saw a lady in the park walking her...raccoon. yes, a raccoon on a leash, and she was scooping up it's poop like a dog. lucy was fascinated and now wants a squirrel/raccoon/skunk/chipmunk of a pet when we own a home.



one of our holiday traditions (among many) is to cut down our own christmas tree. this year we were a little short on time and didn't have the luxury of shopping for the "right" one, but the girls think it's fabulous. i think it's kind of ugly (but only $6, so it's a trade off).

it was still a lot of fun to get out with ty's family away from everything. thanks to grandma and granpa ty and i had 4 hours of traveling with no kids. it was nice.

who knew southern nevada could look like this?
daddy and his girls. notice lucy's posing phase right now.
grandma leavitt,auntie taryn and the girls
beautiful sunset that ty made me get in the picture for. he caught me mid smile.


thanksgiving at grandma's...

is all about the food!

my favorite homemade thanksgiving dinner was this year. my sweet potatoes rocked, ty didn't fall asleep at my mom's,the girls were well behaved- ate their food- played with all their cousins (and 2nd cousins and aunts and uncles and grandmas, grandpas, great-grandmas, great-grandpas, great aunts and uncles too), it was a lot of fun.
here are the pie makers. we made 8 pies for 12 people. yeah, we like to bake.
abby a 'little' excited about the prospect of pie
my sister sarah and me
we usually eat my mom and dad's because i help with the cooking (or she pretends to let me) and then we go up to tyson's grandparents house for the annual skeet shoot and more yummy food. we are grateful to have so many people who love us and let us visit with them.
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