our life through lyza's monitor

This picture is from when Lyza was 4...but it was too perfect to pass up for this post.

This one here...she came to us with an extra "funny bone" in her. Or an extra "dramatic bone" in her....we can't tell for sure. The imagination she has and the things that come out of her mouth are pure genius. When I share stories about Lyza and tell other people the things she says, I am certain they think I am embellishing details or actually making these things up. I assure all of you I am not. This is our Lyza...pure and simple.

Steven and I recently started playing this little game we like to call "our life through Lyza's monitor". Well first a little background about the situation. Lyza still has a monitor in her room. (Yes, all of you who just rolled your eyes...I know she is 5 years old. However, her mother has a little problem with OCD and has a fear that she won't be able to hear her big 5 year old girl if she wakes up in the middle of the night.) Now back to my story.

Steven and I recently started playing this little game we like to call "our life through Lyza's monitor". How you play this game is simple. Whenever Lyza is in her room, either going to bed or when she has just woken up in the morning, you listen for the funniest thing you hear her say. I know this probably doesn't sound like a very funny or entertaining game to play, but let me just share a few of the winners with you and you will see how delightful this game is:

(please keep in mind that our little 5 year old knows she can't get out of bed or her room in the morning until mom or dad come and get her. So she thinks it is funny to communicate to us through her monitor.)

1. "Hello people, I have to go to the bathroom in here!"

2. Today is Sunday and that means it is the Sabbath and this is not how Jesus would want me to spend the Sabbath."

3. "Mom...I'll choose the right." (this after she was sent to her room for doing something wrong.)

4. "I have so many bruises on my legs. Look at these legs, I am so beaten up. (then she fully makes herself start crying) I just didn't want to be this person."

5. "Mom...Dad are you home? I fell asleep at Grandma's house last night and I don't know how I got here? (pause) Are you here? (pause) If not I'll have to call grandma and have her come get me? Are you here? If you're not here I'll just have to go back to sleep."

Oh this game makes us laugh SO hard! Our lives would be so boring without this little one around to keep us on our toes.

i wonder?

I am a thinker...My mind never stops. I am always thinking about something. Some say I over think? Others say I am a bit OCD at times? Whatever the case may be, the mind God gave me never seems to turn off.

Oh the things I wonder about....

I wonder if I will ever have a brown headed child?

I wonder if Mitt Romney will ever be president...I sure hope so.

I wonder if I will ever remember to check the pockets of my kids pants before I put them through the washer? Or if I actually just like picking up little itty bitty pieces of wet Kleenex from my washer bin and the entire load of laundry?

I wonder if my husband will ever know how much I need him. He always tells me I am such an independent person that I don't need anyone...but oh how I NEED him.

I wonder what choices my children will be faced with?

I wonder if I could eat FRESH shrimp everyday and not get sick of it? I think I could. Market Street's Shrimp Cocktail is the best in this "land locked" state of Utah.

I wonder if you will ever be rewarded because you are current on your mortgage and you don't need a government bail out?

I wonder if Lyza will really love dance and the arts, or if she will feel obligated to "do it" because I love it so much?

I wonder if I will ever stop making lists? I love making lists so much. Sometimes I make lists of the lists I need to make. The feeling of checking something off, making it complete, gives me such a rush. In fact as soon as I complete this blog entry that will be one more thing I can check off my list!

I wonder if my husband still sees the 23 year old version of me he fell in love with...9 years and 2 kids later?....I don't see her anymore.

I wonder why boys always get the best eyelashes...they don't even care about them as much as girls do?

I wonder if my mom knows how much I need her approval?

I wonder if it is embarrassing that I like the reality show "The Bachelor" so much? And on that note...I wonder if I will ever get to fulfill my dream and dance with Derek Hough on Dancing with the Star?

I wonder if Seth's future wife will realize how LUCKY she is?

I wonder if my kids will remember me as a positive person or as a person who was worried all of the time?

Oh how I wonder....