I can't fight this feeling anymore

Okay okay, so I wish I was a more interesting person myself, but it can't be helped that I only want to blog about my kids now.

I was proud to make a dessert that Caiden thought was really cool. Straight out of Parenting magazine was the jello with gummie worms idea for a Halloween-type treat.

Here is Caiden and Bailey in Halloween costumes before we went on the Haunted Canyon train ride. She loves her big brother so much.

Then the other day I was making a cake and out loud lamented that the recipe didn't indicate if it was a 1 oz package of pudding mix to use or a 3.5 oz package of pudding mix. Caiden commented that cooking required math and then told a clearly made up story that went like this:

"Yeah, this girl was making a cake and the recipe just said 2 of something and so she put in 2 centimeters instead of 2 cups."

And I thought that was an awesome story.

And besides that Bailey and I went to our last East high game of the season last night. The sophomores don't have playoffs so only the Varsity will continue for another week or two depending on how they do. The night ended in tears, but not because I was sad it was ending. I love football season, I really do. I just get stressed out after a couple of months of it. I complained to Tyler how I was sick of driving everywhere by myself and sitting by myself to watch these games, which isn't always the case. Truthfully though I normally love to be able to do something by myself occasionally. I've been known to go to movies by myself, go on long hikes by myself, go out to eat myself, etc. It's just that I get tired of doing it all alone this time of year. It will be nice to have him around in the evenings again.

Bailey loves football

Especially East High football. She sometimes sleeps through it, but at the Varsity game last night she was wide awake and anxious to show everyone around her the cute little skirt on her red pants. She loved staring at the stadium lights above us and just bounced on my lap for a good portion of the game.

Football Attempts a Coup

It would be easy to let Bailey totally hijack my blog, she is pretty much my entire life right now, but football is making its best attempt at a takeover.

Every Thursday afternoon we go to the East High sophomore games where Tyler coaches. Last year we also went to the varsity games on Friday nights because he helps out there too and those games are more exciting. Caiden particularly likes the varsity games because the concession stand is open at them. As you can imagine, for most kids, buying food or candy at the concession stand is more fun than actually watching the game.

Here are some recent conversations with Caiden at the games:

Caiden: "Do you like watching the sophomore games even though there's no food?"
Me: "Yes, I like watching the games. I come for the game, not the food. What about you?"
Caiden: "I like watching the games too, but sometimes I'm starving."
Me: "Even though we bring snacks or eat snacks before hand?"
Caiden: "We brought snacks?"
Me: "No, but today we had snacks after school before driving over here."
Caiden: "Oh."


Caiden: "What are cheerleaders even for?"
Me: "To get the crowd excited."
Caiden: "Well they're not making me excited."

Bailey doesn't care about the concessions, but she likes being outside and that's fun enough. She's also trying to quickly gain a few so she can start wearing her game outfit. She actually likes going to Caiden's games a bit more though because we don't have to sit on the bleachers and she can lay on a blanket on the grass. Admittedly though, she is the center of my attention at the games even though I love watching them and being there.

Blowout

Saturday we went to the BYU game against Eastern Washington. Like the past 5 weekends, Friday was beautiful and Sunday was beautiful, but Saturday was miserable. Before the game had started I gave Tyler and Caiden a tour of the campus. I love BYU's campus and have only set foot in the stadium vicinity since I left so it meant a lot to me that they'd walk around and enjoy it with me. I showed them some of my favorite buildings and most beautiful spots. We went to the bookstore for some Cougar paraphernalia and then headed over to the game. I went as snow-prepared as possible, excited, but dreading the moment that I would be too cold to just be sitting in it watching a game. My sister was working at Sundance and offered me a massage if I needed to leave the game early. Tempting as it was, I actually survived the first three quarters just fine, never even requiring the hand-warmers the HB brought. We saw BYU score their 6th touchdown to make the score 42-7 and then left shortly after the snow tripled in density and started blowing into our faces. There were 10 minutes left. The last shot was taken by the HB on our way out. It was cool to see it snow like that on the field, but I felt sorry for the players. So we had a great time, but I do hope that not all of the remaining games will be as cold.

friday night light(ning)s

At the East High varsity game on Friday, they interrupted it twice due to lightning in the distance, one 30 minute delay and one 40 minute delay. I didn't get the lightning on camera, but did get the above pic of the clouds and rain to the south. Longest game ever, but they killed Murray High and it was a nice view.

interception

I'm sure the HB will have more to say about this weeks' games, but I'm going to intercept him with these pics from the BYU game today--showing what hard-core fans we are, even down to our shoes!

Caiden played with his aunts and cousins, so he's ready for bed in the pic. It was a long day, and a long week of games, but it was good to finish off with a great win for BYU.
The first time I ever went to a football game in my life was my senior year at BYU. My roommates and I got All Sports Passes with a bunch of people in our ward and I went along for the fun. I didn't know anything about it (girls only learn sports their dads or brothers are into, and eventually, their boyfriends) but I painted my face and stood in the crowd, and really had a good time. Except the first part of the year there was this kind of weird guy in the ward who had the hots for me that would try to sit by me, but that faded. Anyway, I think I could call myself pretty hard-core now, and I love it, even though I still need a lot of referee calls explained to me.

inevitably football season

This is from Shakira's "Inevitable"

"To be true I must confess
Making coffee I'm a mess
Don't know anything about football.
Been unfaithful once or twice
Cannot even win at dice
As for watches, I don't use one.
To be completely honest,
No one thinks of you
Quite the way I do...
It's all the same to you now.

"To be true I must confess
I never sleep at twelve or less
Never take a bath on Sundays.
Since I'm telling you so much
I cry in earnest once a month
When the weather turns to freezing.
With me nothing is easy
Only you can tell
You know me so well...
Without you everything's a bore."

I actually really love football. Last fall I could have hardly told you anything about it. As a woman, you only learn about the sports that your dad or brothers are into, and then eventually what your boyfriends are into. I never learned about football. My senior year at BYU I bought season tickets with my roommates and we went so we could paint out faces and hang out. I liked it, but had never been introduced to it in high school or anything. So last fall I got thrown into it and started getting it about halfway through the season. This may sound stupid, or you may wonder how I could have enjoyed it before then? But it's like going to a foreign festival or something and enjoying the atmosphere, but understanding very little.

I love being at the games. I'm still struggling with watching them on TV because the energy is what I like. I need a party at my house to get way into it. I tried to keep the energy up last night by making the HB play rounds of speed with me during commercial breaks.

Last fall I went to a women's clinic put on by the coaches at BYU. We got to meet some players, do some drills, learn about the game, hear from the coach and a referee. That was cool. I loved the whole clinic, but got kind of annoyed by all the women that were there because they wanted to understand and support their husbands better. I'm not too good for that, I do want to, but sometimes when I witness it in the masses I get disgusted that you never see a man at any quilting clinic. What's with that?