Skip to main content

Memorial Day Weekend

Since we aren't going on any more trips this year, Sammy took the Friday before memorial day off so we could have a four day weekend as a family. On Friday we celebrated my sister's birthday and had delicious homemade Costco cake. It was so good!
We went on lots of walks together as a family. 
On Saturday Sammy helped his parents move. 
On Monday we went to a ward pancake breakfast which was delicious but super, super cold. Then we waited for Aaron to take a nap so we could go to a food truck festival. Whenever we're going to wait for Aaron to nap to do something, he decides it's the perfect day to sleep extra long. When we finally got to the festival there were two food trucks. One had $17 mac and cheese and the other had gyros, a food that made me so sick when I was pregnant. So we walked around town trying to find somewhere else to eat instead and couldn't find anything that was fast casual except a hot dog stand. So we drove all that way to have overpriced hotdogs. We went to the mall to try and get some Thai ice cream, but when that didn't work out I just got an ice cream cone. Aaron grabbed a bite of it and then threw it up an hour later. It was really gross, but I feel like that's just Heavenly Father slowly getting me ready to deal with more pukiness from him in the future. 
We watched NCIS together on the couch while Aaron napped and it was just a great weekend as a family. 

I'd be remiss not to mention how grateful I am for all the servicemen and women who have given their lives so that I can enjoy my freedom. My heart is with their families and loved ones who grieve for them. 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Racism, stereotypes, and plain ole judging

Being in a class dedicated to the idea of migration has really kept the idea of racism on the brain. In elementary school, the idea of racism was so defined to me, thinking people are better than others based solely on the color of their skin. It wasn't until middle school after reading many books that I realized racism wasn't jut as issue of black versus white, rather it applies to all cultures. In high school I was actually shocked to here racist statements from people I loved. All the sudden this issue became personal somewhat. (My favorite statement was from a little girl who said, it should be illegal for Mexicans to have babies. I guess I can't have kids then.)  But it wasn't until last week when we did an activity in my public health class that I realized that I myself was being racist as well. Now, this is something I am not proud of. I'm very embarrassed actually and that activity was humbling. Why am I writing about this? Because, it's som...
1 comment
Read more

Toxic Masculinity

It seems like forever ago that they released that Gilette ad about toxic masculinity. I watched as people I'd grown up with freaked out about it, saying that it said that men need to be like women, and that it condemned masculinity altogether, along with other things. I crafted post after post to write on my social media, but in the end didn't bother writing anything. I didn't feel like arguing with people. But I had to share my thoughts somewhere, so here they are.  To me, toxic masculinity is exactly what it says-- ideals of masculinity that are toxic. It's telling your son that he needs to suck it up and not cry. That he can get away with more than girls because 'boys will be boys.' The idea that he can't read or watch certain media because it's "for girls." At the same time, girls are asked to watch things that are "for boys" all of the time. It's the idea that men need to repress their feelings. That they can't be sc...
1 comment
Read more

Little Bit o Writing Monday

The beginning of my short story for class.  When Dora's son tugged on her pants leg, the last thing she expected was to see him holding a tooth. A tooth that clearly did not belong to him. She was no dentist, but she was smart enough to know the colossal thing couldn't have come from Mark's mouth. “Mark, where did you find that?” Dora scolded. “In the backyard.” “Show me where,” Dora commanded. Excited, Mark ran out to the backyard, Dora following on his heels. He led her over to the back of the yard, to the particular corner that couldn't be seen from the kitchen window. There, her other two children were gathered around a hole in the ground. Hole was an understatement though, they'd obviously been working on this, pit, for quite sometime. If there had been no tooth, Dora would have sat the kids down and explained how digging holes this deep was dangerous because of all the water, electric, and who knows what else lines were under the ...
1 comment
Read more