why can't i be you?

so much goes through my head everyday, so much that doesn't belong in my head. namely, other peoples business. i am nosy by nature (duh, i am a williams, we all are extremely nosy). in my mind, i figure i probably should know what goes on with everyone else... even if i don't know them. the thing is, i legitimately care about others people business. i probably should have been some sort of therapist. i am that concerned {side note: after months of therapy myself, i have often mulled over the thought of going into that line of work once my kids have grown}. i want to hear it all and i also want to help where i can. i love hearing about peoples struggles and about peoples joys. i love it... all. i think that is probably why i love the blogging world so much. i get to be nosy. i'll say it, I LOVE BLOGS. if you have one, i've probably read it. it's my #1 hobby.

anyway... the problem arises when i get busy in my little mind comparing myself to all of you wonderfully fabulous other bloggers. turns out, i do that a lot. i can never seem to measure up to everyone else.
like, currently...

why the crap am i one of the mom's that doesn't loose her baby weight in a timely fashion, especially when nursing. i mean that was one of the main reasons i didn't give up in those first few miserable weeks. vain? yes. true? absolutely. i want to be a skinny.

why i am not more crafty in my "free" time. i really should be making greta darling frocks and making my home more adorable.

why is my house a mess, ALL.THE.TIME? i mean, if i could get in with the cool organizing crowd that would be real nice.

why can't i be more productive in my 24 hours?

why aren't my kids doing _______ ?

why am i not doing a ragnar or a triathlon? is it too late to jump on that bandwagon?

shouldn't i be some sort of homemaking goodess?



blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.... right?
it's a general "why can't i be you?" type of attitude and it won't do.
blogging is all too much to handle, sometimes.


so i take a deep breath. turn off the computer. smoosh my babies. vent to trevan. and BREATHE.

i am okay.
and
i will be okay.

i am everything to 3 babies and one handsome man.

today, that is enough.

i.am.me.

the father of my children.

you make me proud,

proud to call you my own.

what a perfect father you are to our beautiful babies.

you are simply adored.

xo.

the bee's knees

the salt lake bee's games are some good times.

really, they are one of the best parts of salt lake summers. this year is the first year we have been lawn dwellers(3kids).... and umm we have been missing out. so.much.fun. our first bee's game of the season we were joined by brooke and dustin, mark and tiffani, trevan's BFF blake, and some really hot lesbians who felt it prudent to make sweet love through out the whole game. (no offense to the lesbians, but anyone making sexuals in front of my children i feel is entirely inappropriate....)

senor & ezzie

snow cone love.

miss lucy bug was entertainment in herself.

kids. kids. kids.

mark, tiffi, and dustbin delavega

blake and trevan may have been the only real spectators in our group.... who goes to baseball games for baseball? ummm, the food?!?!? duh.

shmez and luce.... (she would be the best big sister... lol)

jude waited for the bee to make it to the grass lands ALL.GAME.LONG... once buzzy made it around the 3rd base line you can be sure we were ready with our camera.

bless our hearts.

one the main reasons we went to the game on that particular night was because of the fireworks. the kids were so excited about them, and so were we until the game went 4 extra innings. we tried to leave seeing as it was 11pm but we were shut down by jude's screams. it's okay though, because in the end we were all glad we stayed.

ezzie's first fireworks... stunned.

excited.

thrilled.

awe struck.

the end...

wait! we saw this man-dime at the game too.

we love bad doggy aka brennan.

sweet child o' mine

{13 lbs 25.5 in}

oh ezra... why must you grow?

i love you so much, so so so much, little man.

ttt t-ball.

t-ball was over 2 weeks ago and here i am just now getting to documenting it. alls i can say is, 3 kids. anyway, t-ball went much smoother this time around than it did 2 years ago. i may have jumped the gun a little by putting jude in when he was only 3 but when baseball is the family sport, it's what you do! jude at 5 is a much better ball player (listening, patience, coordination, less clingy to mommie) and he officially LOVES baseball.

this year trevan put his coaches hat on for the first time as well. TURNS OUT, it was adorable. coach gregory.... love. jude also loved having trev as his coach and it was so cute to see them bond over baseball. trevan did well in his rookie year of coaching and i think that the fact that he never lost his cool on any of the 10 kiddies is a really good sign that there are years of baseball coaching ahead of him (secretly, i think its one of his favorite part of being a father of sons).

this is roen.

roen is my great friend amber's son. they live in a different city but we still signed them up to play baseball together. it's only right, seeing as i have been friends with amber and her family since i was 4. it was so fun to see our boys play together, and even more fun to laugh at coach gregory.

m' boys.

pretal the adorable spectator.

ezzie and yaya...

they never missed a game.

coach gregory.

go jude go!

note his face, he is such a side talker.

greta was busy brushing up on her cheerleading skillz this day... it's in her blood.

go highland bears circa 1994-97!

jude's grandma's and boy does he ever love them. really, he ADORES them and everytime he saw one of them walk up to his game he did a little dance.

t-ball 2011

until next spring...

GO CUBBIES!

old man.

happy 60th birthday to my handsome father.