MakeOver

Being dually inspired by Jenna and Megan, I am determined to actually decorate at least one room in my house. It's so difficult to decorate when you know you are only somewhere temporarily!!!! Nonetheless, I have started projects.

I bought this cute little piece of furniture for $5 off Craigs. I am of course going to paint it, but I'm curious...What color do you think would look good?

Maybe a robins egg?

It currently holds 3 latte bowls in a bright sky blue, yellow and green.

To Utah we Go (again)

We went to N. Utah for Trevor's cousin's baby's blessing. Miss Alice Teal is seriously beautiful. I didn't take many pictures, but here are a few - we were only there a short 24 hours. I love being with Trevor's extended family. It feels like "home" to me - hanging out with cousins, big family dinners, everyone just sitting around chatting etc. We don't have that in Parma and it makes me miss KC.

Wonder Woman and her Weiner.

This week, we are packing the semi (as in 18 wheels) and heading back south to the Second Annual Fall Fiesta Steer Show in Spanish Fork, Utah. I know, I know, you are all peeing your pants with excitement as I am. No but really, come and visit us! You can pet a cow and see Treyson. Isn't that reason enough to make the drive?

PLEASE go to the following website:http://www.keywestcattleservices.com/

Watch the video.

After doing so you will do one of the following:

1. Laugh

2. Feel really sorry for me

3. Want to buy a steer

Either way, someone will benefit.

Trey is SO excited to finally meet his buddy Quinn!

Slap Happy

I hope my female children are as pretty as Treyson.

Won't eat food. Will eat toys. and flies.

Trey's crazy face.

Right before bedtime, Treyson becomes crazy and slap happy. Tonight, Trevor came home from work as I was putting Treyson to bed so his excitement level skyrocketed.

HAPPY HALLOWEENIE

LOVE, TREYSON ROCHE

"IF YOU WERE A HOT DOG, AND YOU WERE STARVING WOULD YOU EAT YOURSELF?"

Dad is a Sucker

Somehow, magically, Treyson always ends up in my bed at 530am.

Hmmmmm.........

I wonder how he ends up there.

I'll tell you this much. I am NOT up that early.

Luckily, he sleeps in after a full belly.

Please notice the amount of space he takes up and his feet straight up in the air.

OH, and trey said "MaMa" today.

Trevor assures me I am dillusional.

But, I heard it.

I did.

I guess that tells you who the cooler parent is.

Anorexic.

I have come to the conclusion Treyson is anorexic.
He's a REALLY good baby (and you know, I'll be honest) and eating is really the only area of his life which causes me to break out in hives.
All I hear is how great people's babies eat. How chubby they are. How they can't get enough.

Well, Treyson HATES to eat.
We've tried it all, baby jar food, mixed with breast milk, homemade baby food, mixed with formula, fruits, veggies, meat, our food chopped up etc etc.
He's skipping meal after meal.

And the only thing I can get in him is kiwi and Ritz crackers (and maybe two breastfeeds.)
That is, if he doesn't chuck them across the floor.

And yes, I called my pediatrician who tells me the same thing every time,
"A baby won't starve himself".
I'm wondering if I should get a new pediatrician.
or if a diet of Ritz crackers and kiwi would work for him.
I bet that's what Angelina Jolie eats.

maybe trey has parasites from ecuador.

I don't know if anyone else will find this video funny. Treyson just has this little smirk and attitude like, "You can't make me do anything!"
He did come from the two most stubborn people alive.

The Latest Roche Debate

I am not a dog person. Or an animal person in general. (This creates an issue considering animals are our livelihood. ) I just think they smell. And, I already clean up enough poop. Cow poop. Treyson poop. Trevor poop. (don't ask).

Before you think me heartless and cold, let me add. I always grew up with dogs. I think my dislike began when we got Corky the corgy dog. (Truth be told..I don't even remember his name) He was this little UGLY weiner dog that had a permanent red rocket and was constantly humping objects. Any object.

It traumatized me.

I digress.

Recently, I expressed to Trevor how scary I think it is out here. No city lights. No close neighbors. Dirt roads. It's a horror movie in the making. I'm just waiting for Freddy K. to come knocking. Granted, we are probably more safe here than in any suburb, but in my head, it's scary, especially with Trevor often gone.

He suggested a dog. Dogs will protect and warn if someone comes around the house. Again, not a dog person. Anybody followed this blog long enough to recall what occurred last summer when Trevor went behind my back, after I told him NO WAY, and got that stupid dog?

Yes, World War IV. Might I just add, that Trevor grew to HATE that dog due to the fact it was a HORRIBLE cattle dog and actually CHASED the cows away rather than gather?

sweet victory for me.

That dear dog now belongs to another owner.

So. Trevor wants to get another border collie. I, however, have found my heart in a less common breed as I have a special place in me for all things less fortunate looking. For some reason, I think the cutest things (babies, animals etc) are the really ugly ones.

Is he not adorable?

I'll let you guess what Trevor had to say about the idea.

Or about the $1700.00 price tag..

so. We remain dogless.