Tracidove

I just got some of the cutest earrings from a lady on etsy her user name is Tracidove. All if the earrings that I got were four dollars a piece and for every two things that you buy you get a free pair of earrings and it's only one dollar to ship all of your order. So for seventeen dollars I got six pairs of earrings I must say that I am rather pleased with my purchases.

Alicia Nye Photography.

Alicia Nye took Quinn's pictures the other day and did such a great job. I am in love with these pictures and would recommend her to everyone. I can't believe how big Quinn his getting. It makes me so sad. He is so smart as soon as the camera came out he started smiling and posing. I love this little guy to death. All the pictures were so good that I had a hard time picking what ones to put on here. Thank Alicia

Handmade Purses.

I am now selling my handmade purses if any one is interested. If you would like to now more about them or buy one you can email me with your name and number. I will be selling them for $30 and a handmade flower can be added for an additional $5. right now I have Four fabrics to choose from with to different interior color chooses. I will post pictures and options on my side bar with a link to my email for those who are interested. Thanks for all your love and support. Rachael

Summer time and Baseball

We are so excited for Summer time and being able to be outside again. It has been so hard to try and keep Quinn inside where it's warm. Last week we went out to Wheeler Farm the kids had such a fun time. You can see all the animals for free and then pay to do other activities which are pretty inexpensive. We went on a hay ride which I didn't think was that great you didn't see any animals or anything just green land but the kids thought it was fun just to get on the wagon. I should have just let them do that for free and then skipped the ride.







My nephew plays baseball and we went and watched last week. Of course all the kids had to get treats so Quinn added in with the rest and got a snow cone. which he loved and eat almost the entire thing. It was so cute to watch him try and get the ice out with his tongue. His around his mouth was so blue.

Wii

Bryce and Quintin both love to play the Wii. I think Bryce may like it more when Quintin and I have other things to be doing. But Quintin likes it more when he can watch Bryce and copy his actions. Quintin is always wanting to do whatever his dad is doing. I personally think it is so cute when he starts to copy Bryce doing the hand motions to the Wii.

My story

This is the first time I have written on our blog, sorry about that. I don't know if many of you know, but I had a little brother die when I was very young. Now that I have a son of my own I have been thinking a lot about it. I wrote this story about the day that he died, I hope you enjoy it.

Seagulls
I remember the day well. I was 6 years old and it was Monday, April 11th 1988. This day had the potential to be a really good day, but it wasn’t. The sun was shining, but I wasn’t playing. Daniel, my older brother, and I had to help my father load up the trailer to go to the dump. What a crappy day, I was supposed to be playing. “This isn’t any fun” I told my dad, “we just got out of school, so when can we play?”
“This is something that we need to get done” my father said. “We haven’t been able to get rid of junk all winter and it’s time to do some spring cleaning. Besides, you’re finally big enough to come along. It will be nice to have someone to help your brother and I at the dump.”
Every time we went out front to drop off some more garbage in the trailer I could see Jarom, my little 4 year old brother. Jarom had just figured out how to ride his bike without the training wheels so it was obviously a big deal. Jarom, the perfect little boy, always happy and he would never tell a lie. No matter how much you begged him to. The best things in the world to him were Teddy Ruxbin, eating graham crackers and watching Sesame Street. He was honestly the cutest little kid on the block and he never took advantage of it. He was the kind of little brother that you just hate. I couldn’t wait for him to turn 5 in a month, as if being a year older would make him less cute and give him more responsibility.
“Everybody load up” my father announced. I was surprised when my mother and Jarom came out. Didn’t they know they weren’t allowed to come? I didn’t have to say anything, my father could see it on my face. “We’re going to make this a family trip today” he said. This day just kept getting worse and worse.
Going to the dump was usually the type of thing the men in the family did, you know ages 6 and above, no moms aloud. Definitely not 4 year old little brothers who obviously hadn’t reached manhood yet, but this day was an exception. My mother hadn’t been able to spend a lot of time with my father this week, so she decided to come along and bring Jarom too.
What is this? He didn’t have to help load up the trailer but he still got to go to the dump? In what world is this fair? I was more than a little bit upset, but I got over it quickly. We were going to the dump after all, and that’s enough to make any child happy. Even though the dump smelled like a week old tuna fish sandwich stuffed into an old hiking boot, it was still one of the coolest places to go.
When we reach the dump justice is finally on my side. Jarom isn’t old enough to get out and help so he has to wait in the car. Just my dad, my mom, my older brother and me unloading the trailer. My older brother and I spent more time looking for “cool treasure” than actually helping unload the garbage. This was the best part of going to the dump. The possibilities of what you could find were endless. Everything was a potential treasure, but for some reason mom and dad didn’t want any of it. Who wouldn’t want half of a bicycle, and old toaster and a TV that looked like it could work?
We were just about done unloading everything and I had just stumbled upon some really good treasure when I heard my father yell and my mother scream. My older brother and I were thrown in the back of the vehicle and we were driving very, very fast. My dad was yelling for people to get out of the way and my mother was just crying. I was very confused, I asked my older brother what was going on and he didn’t have a clue.
Then I saw him. My little brother was in my mother’s lap and he wasn’t moving. “What happened?” I asked, but nobody answered. “Stop running red lights! You’re going to hit someone!” I told my dad, but he just told me to shut up and put my seat belt on.
When we reach the hospital my parents told Daniel and I to wait in the car and they would be right back. We waited for what seemed like hours, finally my father came out. “Your brother got ran over at the dump. The doctors are working on him now. Your aunt LeAnne will be here soon to pick you up.”
The world went silent. It was as if God had pressed the mute button on everything. That was why Jarom wasn’t moving and my parents were acting crazy. I felt numb all over, the way you feel after you set off a bunch of firecrackers at your feet. Then the tears came, it was the type of crying that shakes your whole body and you almost pass out because you can’t breathe. I was crying so hard, all I could say was “I want my little brother back”. My older brother tried to comfort me, he told me that jarom would be alright, but I didn’t believe him. All I can do is cry harder and harder, I don’t even remember getting picked up by my Aunt LeAnne.
The next thing I know I’m at my Aunt LeAnne’s apartment. She fed us some tomato soup and grilled cheese, but I wasn’t hungry at all. I hate my Aunt LeAnne’s place. She lives in a shitty basement apartment and there are no good toys to play with. It’s not her fault she doesn’t have any good toys, her baby is way too young to have anything cool to play with. It’s dark and cold inside, just like every basement in the world. I don’t want to be dark and cold so I go outside. As I go outside the sun hits me, it seems way too warm for April. The sun is way too bright for my mood, there aren’t even any trees for me to play in or sit under. I choose to sit in the carport next to the big oil stain, this fits my mood perfect. The oil stain is dark in the middle and the oil thins out towards the edges and it becomes lighter. Kind of like the way I feel, I ache from the inside out. My Aunt tries to comfort me, but I ignore her. I don’t want any human contact right now. I just want my brother back. I want to see him ride up to the carport on his bike and tell me that it was all just a joke, now we can eat graham crackers and watch Sesame Street together. No such luck, just me and the oil stain. I hate being alone with my pain and my thoughts.
The hours drug on, then I heard the phone ring. This has to be my parents, they must be calling to tell me that Jarom is fine and we can all go home now. They will be here in 10 min and everything will be fine. “We need to go to the hospital” my aunt LeAnne says. “Your parents need to tell you something.” This “something”, I think to myself, can’t be anything good.
I hate hospitals, they are way too bright and sterile smelling. Nothing about a hospital is soft and I want to feel soft now. My parents meet us in the lobby. My grandparents and the rest of my family are there. All of them are crying. My brother and I were the last to find out that our little brother is dead. It doesn’t seem fair. We should have been the first to know since we were there when it all happened. Nothing seems fair today.
When we went to see his body I couldn’t understand why he was dead, he looked fine, he looked like he was taking a nap. Breathe I kept thinking, just begin to breathe and we will be a family again. “He looks fine” I said. “How did he die from a little bruise on the head” I asked?
“Internal injuries” my father said. “When the truck ran him over all of his insides were damaged”. As if that made sense to me. I’m mad at the doctors for not trying hard enough, fixing your insides shouldn’t be that hard to do. They’re doctors. That’s what they have to do.
Immediately I feel horrible about everything I ever did to Jarom. Why do I hate all the things that make him so perfect? I wish I could just say sorry to him one last time, just tell him that I love him one more time. I can’t, he’s gone now.
We found out that Jarom got out of the car to chase some seagulls and someone backed over him. This was the only time his curiosity got him in trouble. We all said goodbye to everyone that gathered at the hospital for support then we got in the car and drove home.
About a week after the accident the man who backed over my brother saw the story on the news. He turned himself into the police and the police contacted my parents. They met with the man and talked with him for a while. They told the police that they didn’t want to press charges. They let the man know that they have forgiven him. That was one of the hardest things my parents have ever done. Slowly we all began putting our lives back together as best we could.
In the months to follow I’m sure my parents blamed each other and themselves for what happened. They never let my older brother and I see them fight, they couldn’t put us through that. Everyone was on the verge of tears for the first couple of weeks after the accident, except for me. I remember telling my mother that I was done being sad and I didn’t want to cry anymore, so I didn’t. I tried to block out everything that happened that day, but when I started dealing with my sadness later on in life I could remember everything.
I have learned that everything happens for a reason, it’s up to us to figure out what that reason is. I can honestly say that April 11th 1987 was the worst day of my life. Did I learn a lot about sadness at age 6? Yes, I did. Did I learn how to deal with that pain and sadness and become a better person? I hope so. Am I a better person because of it? I pray that I am.
Here I am 27 years old and I have a little boy of my own. He is only 13 months old but I don’t plan on ever taking him to the dump, and if I do he is definitely staying in the car. I don’t care if I have to put him on a leash. I know that I am an overprotective father and my wife gets mad at me sometimes… most of the time. I just ask her to be patient with me. I’m still learning how to be a father. I know that my son will eventually get hurt, all little boys do. I just have to relax and remind myself that I can’t prevent every bad thing from happening to him. He is so curious and he always finds a way to get into the middle of anything you are doing. If my son is anything like his father he will find all sorts of trouble to get into and have lots of fun doing it. I just won’t let him chase any of those damn seagulls.

Booties

I made these cute little booties for our neighbor and then decided that they needed a tie to go along with them. I couldn't find a cute neck tie pattern for infants so i just ripped apart one of Quinn's old ones and made my own, I think it turned out pretty good. It only took like half an hour to make, but it took like an hour and a half to tie around the stupid clip. after all the work it was worth it cause it is so dang cute.

Boys will be Boys

We have had a rough week around here first on Tuesday Quinn was outside playing with his cousin and tripped on the sidewalk and came home with both of his knees scrapped. Now when ever he looks at them all he can do is say HURT! It is so sad but so cute at the same time. Yesterday I was washing my car windows and i turned my back and my niece had put Quinn in the front seat and then decided to let him back out. Well that was a bad idea because he was leaning against the door so when it was opened he fell face first to the ground. It took me about two seconds to get to him and he already had a huge goose egg on his forehead. Which scared me to death because the other day on a health show they said not to mess with any kind of head injury, even if it looks minor it can be serious. Well after calling the doctor they said to watch him for an hour and if his pupils stay the same size he is ok. Thankfully they did and he only sulked for about an hour and then was off to play again.

MODBE PARTY!!!

I am having a modbe swimwear party tomorrow at my house 785 E Mill St Bountiful. it is an open house from 7-8:30 there will be item to try on. These are the cutest swimsuits ever, they cover all the mommy weight areas, and also for none mommies offer great style. I can't wait to get one. If you can't make it to the party you can order online and use my party number 1958 at modbeswim.com I hope to see everyone there. Thanks for your support.

New additions!!

No I don't mean another baby, although I truly wish I did but still no health insurance. But we did get a puppy. Quintin is always taking about puppies, everything has something to do with a dog. It has gotten so bad that he has been talking about dogs in his sleep. So after begging my dad(sense we live with them)to let him have one (it only took like 3 months) he finally said yes after Quinn woke up at 4:30 in the morning asking for a puppy.

Smiles

Quintin is always willing to smile for the camera even with out being asked to. He is so funny everytime a camera comes his way he puts on this great smile and doesn't stop as long as he thinks it is pointed at him. Needless to say we have plenty of pictures with great smiles from Quintin.

Crafty

So while blog stocking(yes we all do it.) I came across a blog of a woman named Rae and she makes so many different things that are so amazing. I truly am in aww at how talented this woman really is. Well I liked the buttercup bag that she made the pattern for So I thought i would make it (I'll post pictures later) well it turns out that I like bags that are alot bigger than this one but it is darling, I think I will just enlarge the pattern and start over. It is a way easy bag to sew I'm sure any one could do it. But you need to take a look at all the other things she does. her blog is madebyrae.blogspot.com

Babies

Quintin loves his new little cousin Kenley. Every time he sees her he is trying to touch her and love her. He loves to give her kisses, he also thinks its fun to play with her hair. But really he just loves to have anything to do with her.

Growing Up

Quintin is getting so big I can't believe it. Each day he seems to be saying something new or doing something only a big kid should do. he loves to go outside and if you don't take him out he will cry or should I say scream until you do. I now let him go out in the back yard by himself sense it is fully fenced. He can't get enough of it, yesterday he was outside for about 3 hours maybe more. he is also liking to watch the noggin channel on TV it has some cute shows that seem to be educational so i will let him sit and watch it as long as he wants to which seems to only be for about 15 minutes at the most.

Quintin and Kamryn

Quintin and Kamryn just love each other, sometimes Kamryn is better at showing her affection but what girl isn't. I just love to watch these to together. Kamryn is so full of excitement all the time, it makes me laugh every time I see her shake because she is so excited. Quintin on the other hand will just sit there and let her do all the hugging. They both love they grandpa more than you can imagine. He usually ends up trying to hold both of them at the same time.

Girls Night.

Janie Rodgers, Mary Cleverly and I all went out for a girls night to due some "shopping" and eat dinner. We had so much fun browsing and trying things on, we ate at counters at the gate way. If you like burgers and fries this is the place to go it was so good. The burgers were big enough that all three of us shared one, I would go there again for sure. I know this picture isn't of the best quality but we stopped some girl to take it and she wasn't to happy about it. She asked if it was for a blog and said she didn't take pictures for blogs, so all of use knowing that sure enough we were going to be putting it on our blogs we just didn't reply and said thank you and went along our way. Thanks for much girls for this fun night out. I had such a fun time and can hardly wait for the next one.

The Big Five O!!

So my mom turned 50 this month and was pretty sad about it she moped around the house all day and just couldn't get over it. For dinner we took her to the Texas Road House which is always fun because for your birthday you have the pleasure of sitting on the saddle while they announce to the entire restaurant that it's your Birthday. I must say that my mom looked pretty dang cute up there. I know that she is going to kill me for posting these pictures but I just can't help it.