New Blog

Here is my new blog! I needed a place that was more for my thoughts and feelings rather than just pictures and events with my family (although that will be in there too). Come check out my new blogging adventure. I am hoping this one stays a little more updated!

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Brock's World

My sweet Blue-Eyed Boy. Enough cuddles for everyone.

He is Superman with "Muscle Powers!".

Well, a little more vulnerable than Superman, considering he has had his share of spills.

Bad moods do come.....but pass with an "I love you" just as quickly as they come.

This sums up Brock's days as well as mine. Although this video was almost a year ago, just imagine the same thing with a little more violence for what happens today.

We love our Brocky. He makes our family special.

Fresh Spring start!

Well........This is awkward. I haven't updated this blog since November? Wow. Well, here's to turning a new leaf.......again. Let's just jump in with a very lengthy "I've really been doing this all along" post.

Here is to my new goal.

I borrowed this from my friend Jayna's blog.

Why can't I just sit and read with my kids? I want to. I know I need to. I should.

Okay, I'll do it!

I want two of these beds, for two of my boys......please, Fate, give me all I want.

Oh, yeah, and if it's not to much to ask, this bedding for Taycie's new full bed? Thanks.

Not that it is as cool to me as someone else, but I got to see the Lakers sans Shaq (just my luck) this close!

I have to admit that the dinner they served before was much more my highlight of the night.

There is just something about food made by people other than me that just makes me happy.

WARNING! GRAPHIC PICTURES!!

We have had two incidences with stitches in the last couple months. First, Taycie, who thought it was a brilliant idea to get the dried playdoh out of her cookie cutter with our sharpest Cutco Knife!

10 stitches. She has a nasty scar, but don't worry about her! She didn't cry and she was certainly glad she had one more stitch than her brother, Brock, who slipped on our wood stairs and split his chin.

No crying to get them in, but oh, you better believe they had to have three people holding him down to get those buggers out. He was screaming "Let go of ME!" "MOM, MOM, MOM!" I was in tears by the time it was over. Drama.

Uncle Evan has been living with us since early November. I love to have the company. He is going into the Air Force to either be in Combat Control, or a Pararescue Man. I only know a little, he knows a lot more, but he is at the gym a ton and comes home to tell me all the goings on. I love it, and him.

And, he FINALLY cut his hair! Praise the Lord, because it is truly a miracle!

Have I told you about my friends lately? Here is Lisa.

Some people don't need to interact with other adult females. I do. Yes, we talk about our kids incessantly, but we also laugh and cry about every aspect of our lives! I don't know what I would do without my friends, they are the best, now Lisa, Pictures don't wait, so SMILE!

So I'm 27(?) weeks pregnant with our 5th child. It's a BOY! Big surprise...yes, I was dissapointed at first, I already struggle with the youngest two fighting and I thought a girl would be far enough away from Taycie to not fight over clothes (like me and my sisters did) and not interested in fighting like boys usually are. (Physical fighting, at least)

But I have to say, my boys are special. They are always cuddling. They watch shows with both hands behind their head! Squabbles are usually resolved with a punch to the offending's kidney and then over with. And I hear you can just shave their heads and throw them in the backyard.

So, if you don't know by now, I am obsessed with names. I am struggling with this here darn boy. I think I like "A". I might like Austin. I could go for Adler. Aaron is my sister's name (Erin). Allen is too blah. Alex would be problematic for my marriage (past boyfriend). Any other ideas?

Cancun, Family and Friends

I'm feeling ungrateful gratitude. Wait, let me start over...

Mike is involved with Dish Network and Direct TV. Because he and all the rest of Dish One/Bioguard (our pest control company) work so hard and are so good at what they do, Mike and I have gone on numerous trips recognizing him and the rest of the hard-working guys for their accomplishments. I've been to Bahamas (3 times), Florida Keys, Istanbul, Ephesus (ruins are AWESOME!), Belize, Cozumel, Puerto Vallarta, Greece, Italy, Pompei!!, and just recently Direct TV sent us to Cancun.

So here comes the ungrateful part. I'm DONE! I feel guilty leaving kids, I miss them, and honestly, if you've been to one tropical island, you've been to them all. Same souvenirs, same water, same beaches, same little kids trying to sell you the same little flutes (it breaks my heart), and although Europe is cool, I think I'm not the traveling kind......yet. I think it goes back to my early days when I would read in my room for hours doodling and thinking of those boys I was interested at the time. I'm comfortable where I live. I still think about that house on John Day where I grew up till I was in third grade.

Here is the grateful part. All of the help we get with our kids! Uncle Jeremy and Auntie Robyn watched Brock and Taycie. Taycie threw up one day, Brock diarreahed in his underwear more than once. Oh. My. Goodness. Awards, anyone? And when Robyn's parents were in town and they needed to get away, there was Brigitte to watch them and take them to Farm Country and show them a good time. Cason and Rhett were with Jeremy and Nadia Jackson, some good friends of ours. Don't worry, Cason threw up one night, as well. While there, my boys were treated to Farm Country, Home Depot's building center, Swimming!, parks, rock climbing and an actually sweet woman instead of their cranky old mom! I just couldn't have asked for better people to take care of my kids. I'm am grateful for their willingness and comments of "We'll take them anytime!" My heart is full because of them, not Cancun.

So here's some news....I'm pregnant for the 5th......yes, 5th time! Number 5 is due June 18th! Mike is ready to take the fetal position himself, but we can do anything with the Lord's help......right? RIGHT!!?? 5 kids 6 and under, and before you ask, yes, we planned it!

Family Pics 2010

It took so long to download these that now I have no energy to write commentary. Just know I was sweating by the time we were done taking pictures. www.sanaejames.com did the pics, she is amazing and when we move (when, not if) I might have to come back to Utah just to have our pics taken.

End of Summer Slump

Other than Cason and Mike's birthdays, we have a pretty boooorrrriiiinnnggg August. So here is just a few very bbbooooorrrrriiiinnnggg pictures of things that have occupied our August thus far:

Who slayed the poodles? I think the job was left half done, as evidenced by the clumsily disposed of corpse of the standard.

If you like laundry, you'll love my house.

Four days worth of laundry for the Hammonds.

And for the grand finale......Cason's tan!

Sorry Cason! I had too! Don't forget, you said I could!

The Looongest Vacation

So here is what happened:

7 hour trip to Garden Valley, Idaho (without Mike).

Whitewater rafting

Ziplining

Summer outdoor Theater

Card Playing

When Mike got there, Taycie had to have him sleep with her in the tent.

Uncle Josh reading to Taycie and Eliza. As far as I'm concerned, a reunion just isn't a reunion without Waldo.

5 hour trip to Kennewick.

The SPLASH PARK!! Cason, Rhett, Maddox, Brock and Taycie taking a breather before REALLY getting wild.

Picking a nose while wearing Uncle Evan's shoes. Talented? I think so..

And the wonderful ride home.... 10 hours, to boys who LOVE to scream at each other and no, I repeat....NO DVD PLAYER!! We made it with my sanity barely in tact. (Again, Mike wasn't there.)

A quiet moment captured by Cason between the screams.

BORED

REALLY bored

I'm glad we were able to spend so much time with family. I'm glad we were safe. I'm glad the "creep" (what Taycie called the creek behind our cabin) never came and got us out of our beds.