Hello, and Welcome

Hello, and welcome to the new and improved Wild Meowzer's blog. Well... not really new, and only time will tell if it's improved, but welcome anyway!

In the process of transitioning from a public to a private blog, I was asked the penetrating question, "Cammie, why are you making your blog private?" Good question. Not sure if I have a good answer, but I have some reasoning.

Facebook is a great place to stay connected with friends, relatives, spy on people, etc... However, it is my opinion that a blog is a more personal snapshot of life, a place to journal, share thoughts, write something longer than a status update. After years of blogging (sometimes more frequently than others) I just thought it was time to improve the personal aspect of blogging, and making it private seemed like a natural first-step.

I have many pictures to upload, and I plan to bring you such exciting events as... many dance competitions and recitals, spring (freezing) soccer season, crossfit related accomplishments and strange bruises, a new niece Layna LuJane, the tramatization of Bethany moving to Blanding, the bang cutting mistake, Denver the Yankees and the Hunter's, being married for 14 years (whaaaaaaaaaat), choir concerts, and friend reunions. Life marches on whether I blog about it or not, but I am determined to catch up... eventually.

In the meantime, I'll share an attitude changing experience I had the other day. Exhaustion is my Kryptonite. When I get tired or worn down by life, I get crazy. Not only that, but as I look around and in my crazy state, it appears that everyone else is totally normal floating through life without a care in the world. Logically, I know that it's not true. Emotionally, I can't make sense of it. As a general rule I try not to get to crazy town often.

In a crazy town moment, where I was sure that everything around me was out of control, I read the most interesting article. Laura Hillenbrand is the New York Times best selling author of Seabiscuit and Unbroken. I loved Unbroken, and I highly recommend reading it to everyone. Since I am such a huge fan I naturally "liked" Laura's page on Face Book and started following he status updates. One day she posted an essay she wrote for the New Yorker. This essay won the 2003 National Magazine Award for best essay and remains one of the most popular ever written for the New Yorker.

Reading her essay certainly helped pull me out of whatever crazy town visitiation I was headed for. Please read it, you won't regret it, and you will gain a very interesting perspective.

A Sudden Illness

Teeth Drama

 

If you've already had 7 root canals and 10 crowns on your teeth, when your mom says, "don't chew on a pen!"It's a great idea NOT TO. Poor Caleb and his teeth. The pen chewing and teeth popping incident occured on a Friday afternoon, so we had a weekend of this crazy snaggle smile.

Monday morning we were in the dentist office, in Provo, to have it fixed. To my credit, and my Utah galavanting skills, Cali, Carter, Caleb, and I walked out our front door at 7:00 a.m. The weather was bad, as were the roads, so we didn't make it to Evanston until later than expected. However, we made it to Provo by 10:15 a.m., waited, saw the dentist, restrained Caleb, fixed the tooth, ate lunch with Alexis, played on the Carl's Jr. playland, drove across town to Deseret Book, left the Provo area, and was home at 4:00 p.m.

Booyah! That's how we get things done/waste a day because you live far from the city!

Kitty Whiskers...again

Maybe I should just get him a cat? Then, maybe, he would stop trying to turn himself into one...

The Big 36

 

It was not the most ideal way to spend a birthday, but we were just glad that he was finally home. After almost a week of waiting in SLC for surgery, and then another week in SLC waiting to have his leg put in a cast, the kids couldn't get enough of him. With very limited mobility, he was that their mercy, bunny ears and all!

I don't really know what to say about Christian turning 36, he wasn't phased by it, but something about crossing into your "late 30's" seems a bit strange. Thankfully, I have yet to reach that milestone, but I know that it's inevidable.

With his birthday on a Sunday, and General Conference Sunday, we spent some time doing nothing and watching conference together. Of course, he took a lot of naps and my job was to get him anything he needed... Did I say we were glad he was home?



Kate's Blessing Day

My brother Brandt and his wife Alexis blessed their cute little baby Kate on Easter Sunday. Christian's post-surgery recovery was a little rough, and had to stay in SLC to have his leg put in a cast, so I took the kids and we went to Provo.

Being there with Brandt and his new little family was the perfect way to end a very imperfect couple of weeks. Kate is the cutest little baby, and Alexis' cousin made her the most amazing dress, so she was quite the stunning little baby.

Cali and Carter attended the primary class that Brandt teaches, and they loved having Aunt Brandt as a teacher. After church we all gathered together for a delicious lunch. 

I find it pretty scary that Brandt's baby girl makes my baby girl look like a woman. My favorite thing to say to my brother is, "oh, really... well, wait 10 years."

We tried, yet another, picture with all the Peacock cousins. It turned out like the previous 40 attemps, about average. Maybe we'll try it again in a few years. When Kate is Cali's age Cali will be 20, so I'm going to stare at this picture, with its imperfections for as long as I can.