My Harley Babe!

Last year for our 9th year anniversary, I got Jordan the best gift. I got him a gift certificate to rent a Harley Davidson for a day. He loves Harley's and he has never rode one before. So, being the incredible wife that I am, I decided to splurge and get him one for a day. (I will admit that I am not nice enough to get him one for real) Well a year later (Jordan had to get a motorcycle's license and we didn't want to ride it in the winter), we finally decided to cash in on our gift certificate.

Well, Jordan had the time of his life. He was beaming from ear to ear for a full 24 hours. He had to restrain himself from sleeping in the garage with the bike. Lindsay and Pat came up from Provo and rode with Jordan through Ogden canyon and up to Park City. The ride was beautiful.

The boys and I met up with them later in the day and I became a Harley girl and rode on the back of the back with Jordan up in Park City. It was fun, a little scary on the freeway but fun. Unfortunately, the day had to come to an end and we had to return the bike. A few tears were shed by Jordan but he said goodbye to his friend and honestly he hasn't been the same since. It is like a part of him is missing. He sits in front of the computer and looks and looks at pictures of Harley's and dreams of a day when he can get one for good. (By the way, I am not exaggerating when I say this about Jordan. Okay he didn't cry when we drove away but he hasn't been the same and does look at pictures of bikes on the computer quite often) Anyways, he had a wonderful time and hopes to have another experience like this again in the near future.

You are witnessing one of the greatest moments of his life!

My 3 oldest boys and their uncle having a testosterone moment!

Boating Anyone?

Boating with the Ostermiller Family

We had the incredible opportunity to go and spend an evening boating with our friends the Ostermiller's at Pineview reservoir. We all had so much fun playing in the water and doing some tubing, skiing and surfing.

The Rowell boys with the Ostermiller girls!

All 3 boys and myself tubing in the water! I can't believe the boat has the power to pull me!
It was some boat!

Mason and Jordan playing in the water. Mason LOVED it!

Luke even tried to waterskii! That's my boy! He tried a couple of times, but couldn't get up. Don't worry Luke, it took me a week to get up on waterskiis when I was 10 years old. I was impressed he even tried. Scott was a great instructor for him.

After many failed attempts, I got my body out of the water. I had a good time but boy was I sore the next day.

Scott took both boys on his surf board and went surfing on the back of the boat. They had a blast!

Here is a video of Dylan surfing!

"Boys are beyond the range of anybody’s sure understanding, at least when they are between the ages of 18 months and 90 years.”

Tonight I told Dylan and Lucas that they could play outside, but they had to stay in the front yard. About 15 minutes later, I hear the door bell ring. Being the obedient boys they are, I open up the door and there is Luke completely covered in mud from head to toe. He looks at me and with the most serious look on his face he says, "Mom, can I go and play in the mud?"

Are you kidding? I couldn't believe it! What goes through the minds of my boys, I will never know. What made them think that they could go over to the neighbors backyard and jump into an irrigation ditch get completely covered in mud from head to toe and then think, "I am going to go home and ask my mom if I can play in mud." I just don't understand.

When I went over to get Dylan, he was in the ditch and was rolling in mud and having a grand old time. He couldn't get out of the ditch because he was so muddy and the ditch was high and slippery. He had no shirt on and his pants were so filled with mud that they were falling down.

This muddy incident is days after I walked into their room on a Sunday morning to find a mother's worst nightmare..... Permanent marker all over their window seal. All I told them was to get a coloring book and crayons and color some pictures. That is all they had to do, but instead I get this.....

I don't know how many times both of my boys have gotten into trouble for writing on the walls, couches, clothes, floor and anything else they can get their hands on. Seriously, what made them think that they could pick up a permanent marker and color all over everything and think

"Mom won't mind. I bet she will think this is a masterpiece."

AHHHH, Calgon take me away!

Here is a little poem that sums it up...

Raising Boys

Author: Roberta I. Teague

I scrub the wall of fingerprints, Pick up the mounds of clothes.

I sweep the dirt that shoes track in- Wish I could use a hose!

Meals are served from dawn to dark, Dirty dishes crowd the sink.

Just when they’re washed and put away- Everyone wants a drink!

The washer pulls the dirty grime From pants worn thin and patched.

They look so very neat and clean- Yuck, look what the pockets hatched!

Broken bones and bloody knees, I should have been a nurse.

I take it all in shaky stride- Just grateful it’s not worse!

Screams and shouts and arguments Test the keeping of my cool.

They left the neighbor’s faucet on- See their new front yard pool!

A soothing bath is ecstasy, A reward at the end of my rope.

Raising boys isn’t really bad- But first I must wash the soap!

A rose can say I Love You, Orchids can enthrall;

But a weed bouquet in a chubby fist, Oh my, that says it all!