One year is almost here

I hope that what I wrote here does some of the justice to how I feel about my sweetest final child. Happy Birthday Baby Bauer.

The surprise party:

So, Let's pretend that someone is throwing you a surprise party. The only thing is, you don't want a party. You don't like surprises, your hair needs to be cut, you don't want to have a bunch of people messing up your house...you can think of a million reasons why a surprise party would not suit you this year. Yet a surprise party is planned nonetheless and you have no choice in the matter. So you go, but not without dragging your feet and complaining the whole way. And some people will understand that you just don't want to have a party this year, and some people wonder why you just can't get over it. It's a surprise party for heavens sake, and who wouldn't be excited about that. So you get to the party, and before you know it you're starting to enjoy yourself. Did you know that there would be cake at this party???And presents?? And look at all these people that care about you. You're having so much fun that pretty soon you wonder what it was you were so reluctant about in the first place. A surprise party isn't all that bad. In fact, it's sort of Fun. And later that night, when you're at home reflecting on your day you realize this: A surprise party was just what you needed...and someone loved you just enough to throw you one.



To my dear Braden....I will always and forever be grateful that you graced our home with your sweet spirit. Someone knew just what they were doing sending you into our lives. We love you, we love you and wish you the very best birthday ever. I can't believe how fast this last year has gone by. With you, my dear, sweet son, we definitely ended on a "high note." I love you.
P.S I hope you enjoy the video montage that I made. I spent the latter half of the day neglecting my children, so I hope it was worth it. Just click on the picture to watch it.
You Have Stolen my Heart

SICKOS

Just to warn everyone...do not come near the house of Nuttall. We have sick kiddos here and it is not fun. There is some nasty flu bug going around and it is making the rounds through our family and we are praying that it will run it's course before Zach's Baptism. (I'm sure it will, as two kids are already better and it takes about three days to run it's course. ) It's a nasty one, I'm telling you. And, there is absolutely nothing worse than having your children sick. I have reflected long and hard on this and have come to this conclusion: I WANT MY KIDS BETTER. I want them to run and play, to want to eat meals (heck, to even ask for a thousand snacks a day.) I want them to talk, to laugh, to not want to sleep and watch T.V all day. And here's the clincher, I even miss their fighting! My home stays too neat, is too quiet, and feels foreign to me. The other day on a car ride home from Orem all four of them did not make ONE PEEP. This is not my life, so will someone please order up my life for me and give it back. Thanks for listening to my rant. I am sleep deprived, stinky (not showered), un-exercised (is this even a word???), and at my wits end. Oh, well, such is life with children, sicknesses and all.

Shiver me Timbers!

Ahoy Mateys! Yesterday we celebrated Zachary's 8th birthday with a pirate birthday party. We had 10 boys that Zach had invited to his party (two of the boys are not pictured) and we had a great time. Initially, I thought that this was going to be an ordeal. !0 young boys can have a tendency to get out of hand at times (thank you captain obvious), but I just thought they if they got too naughty I would make them "swab the deck" (And let's be honest...my kitchen floor did need a little attention. ) Although crazy at times, these boys were good for the most part. We played a few party games, Like pin the nose on the pirate clown (Thanks to Maryanne for giving us this leftover prize that no one would take at the bbq. C'mon ya'll, WHY did no one want a pin the nose on the clown party game???) We had a treasure hunt and had ice cream cones for dessert. It was short and sweet (Just an hour long) and fun for all who attended, because seriously....Is there a better, funnier, sweeter Mom than me??? I don't think so. Zach had a lot of fun, although due to some stomach bug the day before was only running at about 70%. (Poor kiddo, it sucks to be sick on your b-day.) Hope you enjoy these pictures from his fun day. I still can't believe my little boy is EIGHT YEARS OLD. Time goes by too quickly. I love you Zachy, you will always and forever be my Z-man, doodle bug, and doot doots. Happy Birthday little guy!