dancing in the room

My son loves Justin Bieber's song "Baby."

Every time it comes on, he wants to dance.

I do not know where this boy learned his dance moves,

I'm assuming it's his Daddy...LMBO.

Get 'em son!

Elisa and Todd...

Love these kids...and love this song.

I wish my camera caught their faces more clearly,

but it still a video I love.

So not moved by peek-a-boo

As you can see...Famani si'i is always super overly excited when

Baby Le'o comes over to hang out.

He tries to entertain him, but Baby Le'o is not moved...LOL.

Giggling and rolling over...

Baby Le'o giggling at Auntie Lata and rolling over.

Taken September 2010 when we went for Sela's 1st bday.

Dancing to the gilmore girls...

 

Found this and several other videos on my computer at work.

It is ugly outside...

I'm here at work blogging because I'm bored of dealing with customers and if the weather keeps going like it is we may have a power outage any minute now...

So as it's flooding in our place of employments parking lot I figured I'd catch up on here...

What's new...hmmmm...not a whole lot.  

So far my attempts at losing weight since January 10 or so have been a total FAIL.  I've lost about 8 lbs and have kept it off.  I guess that's a silver lining...but my workouts have been hampered by, 1)mother nature, 2)mother nature, 3)other more important responsibilities including, but not limited to, my hubby, son, calling in Church, friends, work, family, son, son, son...oh and my rambunctious son.  Hoi! 

Eating actually has been okay, so I need to get this body of mine moving...I will do it.  I'm determined to, when I have a moment to BREATH.  

Been missing my family in Salt Lake tons.  Especially my parents.  Cried in hubby's arms last night because I realize my parents are getting older and they are still the most hardworking people I've ever known.  I need to do more to give back to them and ease any burden, if one exists.  That's my duty as their daughter.  Total FAIL on that end so far, but will start making that up today.  Thankful for the chance to do it while they are still alive.

I can't wait to move back home and be closer to them and my sisters and finally feel like I'm not missing out on SO MUCH.  I miss my sisters almost daily.  Sometimes I just need to talk to one of them via text, fb, or phone.  They are truly the best girlfriends!

Love my hubby more today than I ever thought possible.  He is truly a good-hearted man.  We all have our bad days, spells, moments, but underneath it all, he is one of my life's blessings of which I am still unsure I even deserve.  I need to do more to show him how grateful I am for him.  

And my son...my hyper active smarty pants son...so smart sometimes it scares me.  He turns 4 this year.  He'll get to celebrate it with his cousins FINALLY.  I am determined to have him OUT of diapers before he turns 4.  It is a goal I will not FAIL at.  But he sure isn't going to make it easy for me.  One thing that I know will motivate him is SCHOOL, he wants to go badly.  Would rather go to school than play his Wii or take karate lessons or even eat McDonald's.  That is a little bit of knowledge I've stumbled upon that I will take complete advantage of...LOL.  Oh the joys of parenthood.  Loving every minute of it!
 

It had to be done, but still...

Yesterday, I watched my son have a total meltdown as his Dad explains to him that for the rest of this week he'll no longer be allowed to play with his Wii.  He's had it for less than a week and we're all ready taking it away from him.  

As I can probably imagine this is as close to the end of the world for him as it can get.  

He watched me with the most accusing eyes from his Dad's lap as I did what hubby asked and packed the game away in it's box.  

Out of sight, out of mind...not for this kid.  

The cries turned to wailing and my husband had to stick his fingers in his ears to protect his poor eardrum.  

Finally hubby has had enough and picks Famani si'i up and puts him on the bed and walks out of the room.  

Famani si'i cries.  

I hate to hear this cry.  

The one where you know his feelings have been hurt and even though he can't fully understand why, it is something that had to be done.  

And I stand behind my hubby 100% on it and my son knows it.  

I'm sitting on the couch and he's on the bed.  

We're staring at each other, his is more of a glare.  

I get up from the couch walk over to the bed, and sit down next to my son.  

I don't say anything, but the volume of his cry automatically goes down.  

I want to console him, but I don't know if he wants me to.  

He picks up my arm, puts it around him and leans on me.  

The cries have subsided, just sniffles and tears streaming silently from us both.  This is when being a parent totally bites and I wish he had one of his cool Aunties around to rescue him since I can't be the cool Auntie this time.  :(