Wednesday, April 29, 2009

I Believe in Cultivating a Well-Rounded Child

And I start young.
Striking a balance between sports and the arts--
Diamondbacks and Blue's Clues.

P.S. That's a Steve Burns Blue's Clues, by the way. "Joe" is a swear word in my house.

Monday, April 27, 2009


I'm not quite sure why this blog thing tends to be my confessional forum, but it is. Before I give today's confession, I'd like to make one disclaimer: I love my boys with all my heart and wouldn't trade them for anything (I know so many people who can't have kids, and I know I'm very blessed).

Now, remember that when I say this: I long for a daughter.

Please don't tell me I should be grateful I don't have girls because of all their drama and because they cost so much more than boys. I'm so tired of hearing that.

My longing runs much deeper than buying cutesy clothes and playing dress up. It's kind of personal, and maybe I'll share more on a different post.

This wasn't meant to take on such a serious point is that sometimes it's nice to remind myself why boys are such a great thing.
  1. emergency bathroom breaks on the side of the road
  2. Legos
  3. 2 seconds of hairstyling time in the morning
  4. having an heir to our estate (yep, I'm a Jane Austen fan)
  5. only one church outfit
  6. being the princess of the house
  7. father-and-sons outings
I remembered the last as my two older boys left with their dad for our ward's annual camping trip on Friday. They left around noon and came home about the same time the next day.

Am I a bad mom for not missing them (it was only 24 hours)? I had a great time being reminded of how easy life is with just one child. I wish I had enjoyed it more with my first.

After they were bathed and smelling good again, though, I remembered why I love my boys: because they are mine and I get to be their "Ma Ma."

P.S. We cannot forget the man who put the father in our father-and-sons outing. I know it wasn't easy, but I've never seen such big grins on the boys' faces as they told me all about the fun time they had. Lucky sons.

Friday, April 24, 2009

I Likes 'Em Clean Too

In my last post I admitted TV isn't one of my favorite pastimes. There are two shows, however, that I will rearrange my schedule for.

One is Masterpiece Theater on Sunday nights and my other favorite was on last night. Which is it, you ask?

I'm a little hesitant to fess up only because my dad reads my blog and he's the most saintly person I know. But seeing as he's practically perfect, I know he'll still love me even when I tell him...I like to watch The Office.

Yes, I know. I'm so unoriginal for liking that Michael Scott guy. But, I can't help it. It's a funny show (I have seen most of them edited, okay Dad?).

Last night's episode didn't disappoint either, but unfortunately 8:30 had to come around and my TV hobby was over for the night.

But have no fear, my children's old photos came to the rescue again, and I just had to prove that I do bathe them once in a while.

P.S. Just so we're clear on my thesis....I prefer clean versions of the offspring and The Office. Thank you. Come again.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

I Likes Me a Messy Baby

I'm not much of a hobbies kind of girl.

Oh, I like to exercise, and read (though I've been lacking in good material lately, remember?) but when I'm bored at night there's nothing I'm just dying to do with my free time.

I could watch TV, but there's hardly anything worth watching, and Netflix doesn't deliver every day. Besides, I wouldn't consider TV watching a hobby...maybe a sport, but definitely not a hobby.

Lately I've been enjoying the ol' blog, but sometimes even that doesn't quite cut it. When all else fails, I turn to my tried and true pastime: perusing through old pictures of my boys.

I said I'm not into hobbies, and that's no lie. Number one on my anti-hobby list is scrapbooking. I would even venture to say that I hate scrapbooking (please don't mistake that for scrapbookers).

So when I'm looking through photos, don't imagine cutesy pages and clever captions...imagine a computer screen and the clicking of a mouse.

It's true. All our pictures are still on the computer. Hey, I'm not proud of it. But I says it likes it is.

Yesterday when I was catching up on my picture viewing hobby I realized I take a lot of pictures of my boys with food all over their faces.

Photographers all have their signature pose, right? I guess this is mine.

P.S. Can you tell who's who?

Monday, April 20, 2009

I'd Like to Introduce my Pet, I Lovingly Refer to as Peeve

I often spend my days pondering on the many mysteries of life. I do some of my best thinking between diaper changes and laundry.

Yesterday my subject of thought was the English language. I've realized lately how confusing it can be to learn.

I am an expert, you know. I've taught a couple people to speak fluently, who before, couldn't speak a lick of it.

This is one of my newest pupils. He's currently on the "Ma Ma" and "Da Da" lesson.

While I'm waiting for him to master those words (preferably the "Ma Ma" one first), I thought I'd share with you a few English confusions from past students.
  • peep-- if #2 is poop, then why isn't #1 peep?
  • Dark Vader-- it is the "dark" side after all.
  • sky green-- a light shade of green, like sky blue.
  • scoop-- this is the act of moving over, you might say scoot.
  • the bug-er-- or fly swatter, whichever you prefer.
  • poop toot-- passing opposed to peep toots, I guess.
Little boys aren't they only ones confused by the English language, however. Here are 3 common mistakes that I love to hate.
  1. anyways-- ditch the "s" please
  2. heighth-- width and height
  3. irregardless-- regardless will do; no need for a double negative
Phew! I feel better. Thank you.

Don't mind me, I'm just going to gracefully stumble off my soapbox now.

P.S. If you've ever used any of those 3 words, are currently using them, or plan to in the future, please note that I still love you and do not think any less of you. But if I have ticked you off, please scroll up to the top of my post and look at that baby. He's really cute.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

An Easter Post (I Realize You've Probably Read Everyone Elses...Just Humor Me)

In the midst of my blog funk, I forgot the obligatory holiday post. Please forgive me, o ye faithful readers (all 3 of you).

But maybe I didn't blog about Easter because it's not a huge production at our house. I tried to get away with no baskets at all, but luckily Jonathan was looking out for our boys.

Call me Scrooge, but can't we have one holiday without the commercialism? I've been trying to drill it in my kids' heads for awhile now that Easter's really about remembering Jesus, that He died, was resurrected, etc.

Ashton was a little confused and asked, "So we're supposed the think about Jesus for all the holidays, like Halloween?"

And then at our ward's Easter egg hunt, he whispered to Jonathan (in the pouring rain), "I'm thinking about Jesus."

I read on a friend's blog that they do the whole basket thing on Saturday and then focus on the Savior on Sunday. I liked that idea. Maybe next year I'll get into it a little more that way.

In true Scrooge fashion, however, I never even thought about getting Easter outfits for the boys...until I got to church and noticed all the other boys with their new clothes (and their cool moms).

I thought I was off the hook since I don't have girls. Who knew?

But don't think I don't dream every year. This year's would-be-dress was from Children's Place. Can't you just picture a little Fish girl in that?

But I'll keep my boys, thank you very much.

Hope your Easter was a good one. Ours was.

P.S. At church we had fast and testimony meeting on Sunday. I thought it would be annoying, with it being Easter and all. But mostly it was pretty cool to sit and ponder my own testimony of Jesus Christ, with it being Easter and all.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

A Needle Pulling Thread

This is what I've been up to lately.

But I'd like a little more of this.

My happy baby has been not-so-happy for a couple weeks now. I'm hoping it's just a phase, but I'm not sure how long I can play the teething card. He did actually eat yesterday, so maybe things are on the mend.

I don't know how to mend the damage I caused yesterday to my other children, however. I got upset with Carter for throwing his grandest fit, and that created a tear-filled domino effect in our car. I think all three were crying at one point.

I love being humbled by my children. There's nothin' like your 5-year-old (with tears in his eyes) asking you to speak kindly to his baby brother to make you feel oh so small.

Speaking of small things that need mending: the ol' blog. I've been in a bit of a blog funk. I can't think of anything to write and even stuff I have to write about I don't feel like making any effort.

Apparently I need to brush up on a few skills I learned in 8th grade Home Ec to get my life back. Who knew those shorts I made 14 years ago with Mrs. Heller would come in handy today?

Lesson they don't teach in junior high: when the babe is happy, everyone's happy-- even the blog.

P.S. Mom, this won't stop you from sewing the badges on my Cub Scout shirt, right?

Friday, April 10, 2009


Is it okay to list "makes cute babies" on a resume?

I found this old picture of Ian the other night and it put a smile on my face.

I don't really have anything else to say. So there.

Just thought I'd do my fair share to make this Friday a Good one.

Hope it put a smile on yours as well.

P.S. Good thing my cute boys have a cute dad too.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

My Dad is Cooler Than Your Dad

He really is.
(and a pretty cool grandpa too)

Happy Birthday, Pops!

P.S. I love you, Dad.
(yes, he humors me by reading this measly blog...further evidence of his greatness)

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Meet Mr. Fee-Fee

I'm not sure how he got it, but that's his name.
Kinda fits, doesn't it?

P.S. Little boys are awesome.

Monday, April 6, 2009


This was my view from the couch for most of Saturday and Sunday. Notice that we are all not in our pajamas, my house is immaculate, and what dirty diaper on the floor? Ahh, go ahead. Play a little "Where's Waldo" on my dime.

Unfortunately, my children are not used to ME watching TV all day (or any when they are awake), so 8 hours of General Conference was a little much for them. Let's be honest-- 5 minutes was a little much.

During those 8 hours, however, we only had:
  • 2 bloody episodes (which resulted in 2 extra loads of laundry)
  • about 7 poopy diapers (which resulted in at least one more load of laundry)
  • 1 loss of Gameboy privileges (which probably resulted in at least 1 of the bloody episodes)
  • 2 new teeth emerge (which definitely made one baby cranky...maybe 2, if you count me)

However, I did manage to hear at least 50% of the talks. And, the parts I heard were great. Elder Holland's being my favorite.

I know when Jonathan and I are old and gray, our General Conference experience will probably seem a little boring. I guess I'll just have to destroy the house and turn the radio on full blast and I'll be right back to 2009. And for old times sake, I'll yell out "Either go in your room or go play outside" about a hundred times. Grandpa Jonathan will be a little confused, but I'm sure that'll be nothin' new.

P.S. How soon does the Ensign come out?

Friday, April 3, 2009

To: My BFF

Dear Jo,

You don't mind me calling you that, right? I mean, we're pals, right? It's gotta count for something that I've read all your books, right?


I'm writing you this letter to earnestly plead (nice way of saying beg) for you to write another book. Harry and the wizarding world can even be MIA, for all I care. I just need more of you in written form!

I know I'm way uncool for admitting I like your books. That's okay. I know it's so unsophisticated to be the Harry Potter trivia champ. That's okay. My 7-year-old nephew and I are in the same book club. That's okay.

I've tried to fill my reading hours with other authors, but none can compare with you. Your witty sense of humor, your way with words, and your great story lines have left me wanting more.

I'll even excuse the supposed Dumbledore gender confusion and Daniel Radcliffe's choice of acting gigs if only you'll grace us with your writing presence once more.

You got my husband into reading and for that I owe you. But you owe me for the pain and suffering I've experienced from the lack of good reading material. I may have to consult my lawyer about some type of legal action-- I know your whole rags to riches bit.

So, to summarize: please, please, please write more. Thank you. Have a nice day. Keep in touch. Have a great summer. j/k. lol.

Mrs. Fish

P.S. In the future, if you have a main character with an unusual name (I don't know, maybe one like Hermione), please give us the pronunciation from the beginning and not wait until the third book. It makes one feel oh so sheepish.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Another Great Post

....April Fool's!
Gotcha, didn't I?

But, I do have an update from another
fabulous party at the Fish house.

***disclaimer: if you're expecting said great post, please stop reading now and have a nice day.
Just make sure to check the toilet seat before sitting down.

If you're still reading this, I'll assume you understand the possible, no...probable, boredom risks you might incur, and I'll continue with my story...

So I took the boys shopping while Jonathan was sleeping his birthday away (you'll remember his saintly extra shift). I told them to think about something Daddy would want. They both knew instantly what he'd want.

Ashton: Legos.
Ian: a remote control car.

I figured, I'd get in the mix too. So I got him a new Sunday dress. I love Jonathan's birthday. Okay, that last part isn't true. Well, I do love his birthday, but I wouldn't love him in a dress.

The boys were so excited for Jonathan to open their presents. I loved watching their present-giving confidence. It makes sense: "I love his presents, of course Daddy will too." I especially like the last picture of Ashton staring dreamily at his.

Jonathan lovingly refers to this as his W.T. (white trash) cake.

He made it (yes, you read that right) the night before and then we sang to him the next day (that's why there are a few pieces missing). I figure I have that Mother of the Year in the bag so my next goal is Wife of the Year. I'm an over-achiever, what can I say?

P.S. Here's to another 32!