Monday, October 3, 2011

Hey! Look everybody...a post!


So, I disappeared for a while there. But I'm back! With pictures! Just in case you were wondering what our little fam has been up to, here ya go:

We went to Moab with our families during the hottest week of the summer, and survived! Barely...

Claire turned 3 and had a fun little pool party...
Brady and I celebrated our 5th anniversary by camping out in the mountains and later going to Park City. We attempted to take a romantic row on the lake at night and got attacked by bats (ok, maybe not attacked, but I ordered that we get out of there pronto to avoid such a scene. Oh, I hate bats...), so we took a row the next morning instead.
Brady's brother, Logan, returned home safely from his mission in Brazil...
We went boating with my family...

And up to a cabin in the Uintas with Brady's family...
And Claire started preschool!! She is loving it and thriving. So fun :) I'm proud of my big girl.
Also, I switched jobs and am MUCH happier at my new company. Brady also got himself a full-time job in the field he graduated in with a good company, so for now we have a nanny during the day. Holy changes, Batman!

We loved summer, and we're sad it is ending. But I know that this year the holidays will be so fun with Claire now that she understands what they're about. The Lord has blessed our family greatly and we are so grateful to be happy and healthy :)

Until next time...

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

What we've been up to lately

Being fashionable while running errands...in the house...

Enjoying springtime in Salt Lake:




Hee Haw Farms Spring Fling with the fam:
Oh, and this...
Also happening, but not in pictures:
- Easter
- Mother's Day (people take pictures of holidays? Apparently I always forget that)
- Claire's wretched hand injury from when she inexplicably stuck her hand under a moving treadmill belt. Took off a LOT of skin from her palm and fingers. Pretty nasty stuff. It is on the mend, but boy howdy has it been traumatizing for all three of us. Let's hope everything goes back together the way it should.
- CLAIRE IS POTTY TRAINED!!! I don't know what I'm more excited about- Brady's graduation or Claire being potty trained? Honestly, it's a toss up, but I am immensely proud of both of them. Happily, unlike college, getting my kid to ditch the diapers was easy-peasy compared to what I thought it would be. A couple of accidents the first two days, and then smooth sailing from there, even at night! Can you believe it? We haven't changed a diaper for a full week now. I thought the hand injury would derail everything, but the girl has been a champ and I am so relieved to have this checked off my parenting checklist. Hooray!

All in all, life is good lately...minus precious little hands getting injured...but we're happy and healthy and looking forward to summer :)


Thursday, March 17, 2011

Adding some spice to our every day life

Good grief, has it already been 6 weeks since my last post here? My promise to do better isn't really going along as planned...

Part of the reason I fail to post these days is because we are just about the most boring people on the planet. I once commented to Brady that if we had our own reality show it would put people right to sleep. It would consist primarily of:
-Getting ready to leave
-Driving
-Working at the most boring job ever
-Attending classes
-Doing homework
-Housework
-Cooking
-Wrangling one child
-More driving
-Exercising
-Falling into bed, exhausted

AND THAT'S IT. I'm sure you are all asleep just reading that. So in the midst of all the mundane activities, there isn't a whole lot to blog about. I suppose I could be a more proper Mormon mother and take the time to blog about the small things that make up life, but sadly there is little time for that these days.

In all reality though, even though our life is very routine and very busy lately, it is good. We are doing good things right now, and I feel proud that we are working so hard to do the things that will benefit our family in the future. Brady only has a few more weeks of classes, and we are so close to moving on to the next phase of our lives.

However, I recently had something happen that I guess will add some variety to our current schedule. For the last several months I've had the awesome church calling of being on the Enrichment Committee (or Relief Society Meeting Committee, under the new name), which is pretty much the best calling ever. I got home from work a couple weeks ago to have Brady tell me the bishop wanted to meet with me. DUN DUN DUN....

I'll admit, I wasn't thrilled about getting a new calling. Mine was a perfect low-maintenance one that fit in great with our current lifestyle. Why change things? I sat in the bishop's office that night with butterflies in my stomach. He is a good friend, and I could tell he was not comfortable either because of what he was about to ask me to do. He made small chit chat for a long time, then when it came time to issue the call rather than look me in the eye directly as he usually did he looked around and stumbled over his words.

"Well, Sister Paulich, uh, we know you have some talents, and uh, well, uh, we would like for you to put those to use for, um, the benefit of the ward. We've thought long and hard, and uh, well, we just keep coming back to your name. I realize, uh, this might be a bit out of your, ahem, comfort zone but, uh, well, we'd like to ask you to play the organ in Sacrament Meeting....?"

THE ORGAN. IN SACRAMENT MEETING. People, I've never played the organ in my life, and I've hardly touched a piano in the last few years. I immediately started to sweat and it felt like the room was spinning a bit, but I accepted the call. Oddly, I felt at peace when I left but holy smokes, I am terrified out of my mind. I have never EVER considered myself a good piano player, especially while playing in public. Nothing makes me more nervous, except for maybe playing in public while people sing. I would rather teach a lesson or speak at Stake Conference before playing the organ in front of an entire congregation.

There's a guy in our ward who knows how to play and did in the past, but he is now part of the MoTab Choir and is unable to attend our ward because of time conflicts. I am supposed to meet with him this Sunday for some basic organ lessons. I don't know when the first week I play is yet, but the nightmares have already begun. In fact, this last Sunday we attended a different ward and I was unable to sing any of the hymns. The whole time I was watching the organist and thinking about how I would have to play soon and I was physically sick. I honestly don't think I've had a greater phobia in my life. It's completely ridiculous.

I don't own a piano, so I've been trying to head over to my parent's house at every opportunity to practice. It is interesting, because my practicing has been going much better than expected given how little I've played over the last few years, but I still have a long ways to go. I just hope I don't pass out, cry, or possibly die the first time I am up on the stand trying to play. A friend jokingly mentioned I should try to hunt down some Xanax to help me get through it, but part of me thinks that is a fantastic idea...

It's almost funny that playing the organ is a true test of faith for me, but it is requiring me to face one of my biggest fears head-on. I do have faith that I can get the help I need, but I still have moments of freaking out. Maybe there could be an interesting reality show about this. Can't you just see a True Life episode- "I Have To Play the Organ in Public"...? If you ask me that show is GUARANTEED some drama.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

A Post! It's a MIRACLE!

This blog has been sorely neglected over the last few months. Most of my writing happens here, so feel free to check that out if you have a hankering for something I've written.

Otherwise, I will do my best to give a brief update. Here goes:

Um, I had a birthday, and then Christmas came and Claire got spoiled rotten, then Brady's dad got married, then New Years came, then January lasted for about a million years (no joke, what a rotten month! Snow or smog + freezing cold and nothing fun. Boo, January!), and now here we are!

The end.

Ok, just kidding. Right now I am currently sitting in a lonely hotel room in San Jose, CA for a business trip. It's hard to be away from my little family, but I know they will be fine and I will be home the day after tomorrow, so it hopefully won't be too bad. At least it is supposed to be about 60 degrees here tomorrow, as opposed to the frigid 20 degrees predicted for Utah.

Work is...well, work. It has it's perks- the people are nice, there are no ridiculous politics or boss butt-kissing, and it pays the bills. It's not my dream job of course, and there are days that I think I might run from my office screaming, but I won't be there forever.

Brady is in his last full semester of school and is doing great so far. It's a tough semester, but I've been so impressed with how hard he has been working. Through it all he continues to be a fabulous husband and father and I couldn't be more grateful.

Claire is, as always, the light of our lives. This girl just keeps getting busier, funnier, and sweeter. The day is filled with her constant commentary and her enthusiasm is never ending. She often gives me spontaneous hugs or will tell me that she thinks I am pretty. The things that come out of her mouth these days absolutely crack me up. Her imagination continues to grow, and I don't think it will ever get old watching her line up her stuffed animals so she can sing primary songs to them. At times she definitely exhibits that she is a 2 year old, but I think as far as the "terrible two's" go we've gotten pretty lucky. At times she is actually even reasonable, saying "oh! Okay mom!" when I explain why we need to do something, and then amazingly following through with my request. We recently registered her for preschool, PRESCHOOL!, which just blows my mind. How is she old enough for that? She already knows her numbers and letters, all her shapes, colors, and surprises us every day with something else she has learned.

Over the last few months we have had our share of struggles. I will admit that there have been multiple times when I have asked the Universe: when will life just get easy? I know though that life isn't meant to be easy all the time. What would be the point of that? We are here to learn and grow, be tested and tried, and hopefully become better. I hope that in some small way my rough edges are becoming more refined.

However, through our difficulties I have noticed that during the tough times the Lord has always remembered us. Our trials were not taken away, but in every instance I can think of He has cushioned the blow for us. Situations that could've been catastrophic ended up being merely challenging. How grateful I am!

Well, that's about all I have for now. Maybe I'll actually start posting more again? I'll work on it :)