All right I see we are at a words war. Well nice very nice. I must say that I DID NOT make him feel bad or put him on any guilt trip. He HAS met our childern; Being left alone with them for any extended period of time, he has come to the understanding they could be mistaken for the devils spawn, switched for the angels we were sent. I don't know it's weird!! So all guilt is put on himself as he leaves me for a fun filled weekend hoping that I am still alive when he gets home. And let's be honest the little outfit I had my eye on would have been in the closet regardless, but a bargin was struck and done to help with his guilt he put on himself. So he felt guilt free going down because yes I used some psychology, bought an outfit to show no hard feelings. It is a win win really. But needless to say, I do love my husband. He is my lobster my soulmate my best friend. I would be truely lost without him. I am very blessed that I do get to stay home with my children. That I get to run the show as I see fit. I get to be who I am even if he doesn't always agree. I have the opportunity to get up in the morning to go to the gym because my husband doesn't leave at the crack of dawn. I get to read a book, make jewelry, take pictures etc. Who do I think has the tougher job? Well lets just say its sixes most(some)days! Oh let's be honest I do but I get a lot of perks!!!

Love you babe!!!!

I feel as though I should take some measures to disabuse you of thinking that my wife hates me. I can see how you might feel that way after her last post, but I assure you, she doesn't hate me. Hate is such a strong word, and what Melissa feels is really more of a strong resentment...with extreme prejudice. I did feel badly leaving her here all alone with the kids while I golfed the week away in St. George, but I had made commitments, and if you can teach your kids anything, it's to follow through with your commitments. Melissa also failed to mention that she implemented her very best psychological and emotional espionage for months before I left. She was cold and calculating as she broke me down to a mere shell of a man with her all expenses paid trips to guilt-ville every other day until finally...I could take no more. I begged her to let me go and be happy with it. She of course seized the opportunity and she proposed her terms. I was free to go, without further grief, as long as I produced an outfit that she'd had her eye on. It was all elegantly planned by her of course, and she does have that outfit today, so who really won this round? I believe that her last blog constitutes a breach of contract. I am suing.

Well it was time again. I should see it coming. The yearly male bonding, aka golf trip. Every year when told of said trip I get so over joyed that even a few swear words slip out. I know he needs a break. He works so hard. He needs a break from waking up at 8:30 or 9 in the morning, leaving around 10, going to lunch at the oyster bar and golfing with clients or just the BSing with people he likes. Its ruff. But I wouldn't trade my 5 am wake up call to go to the gym and rush home to rush rush to get a sleeping groggy GROUCHY kid out of bed, dressed and fed out the door and drive car pool not to mention doing it again for the next kid who has to wear a dress in a blizzard while dealing with the other kid who won't wear pants. Then clean, pay bills, oh yeah, get a shower so I don't look like I am letting myself go. And the trip always seems to land when soccer starts. This time it didn't start at 8:30am but instead I had one start at 11 and then one at 11:30.
So I go out of my way to call my husband the week he was leaving just to tell him how much I love him.

However when my first reaction wears off and the on again off again on again golf trip because he needs to get out of here ; I am truly over joyed. It is like a vacation for me. I don't have to cook. I have a date night that was scheduled months ago which I took and went to dinner. Then I watch what ever i wanted and did what ever I wanted. Not to mention I had something planned every second to run the little beasties, I mean wonderful off spring, into the ground so by the time we got home they couldn't stand. The biggest plus is that my house stayed clean. It was the best trip ever then my husband came home.

This is our beautiful 8 year old. She was baptized and confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day saints today. For all you gentiles out there, that's a Mormon. We are so appreciative of all of the family support that we had today and thank you all for coming and showing your love. It meant a lot to all of us, especially Madison. Congratulations Madison, we are so proud of you.

Am I the only one struggling with a chocolate hangover? That old adage of "a hair of the dog" does not work in any way. Easter is great and everything, but enough of the candy already. The Easter egg dying tradition is great too. We tore it up with 30 or so eggs and 14 different colors for dying. 30 minutes later, it looked like a tie-dyed Easter bunny exploded in our kitchen. It was a good thing the eggs were hard boiled, because between the 5 of us, we dropped about 27 eggs and one cup of purple dye. The best one is when I grabbed a bowl thinking it was empty, only to find out that the bowl is where we were keeping the dyed eggs. Due to my overly aggressive man-handling of a supposedly empty bowl, I launched one of the eggs into orbit and of course, the demise of the egg was eminent...good times.

Right after we made our first million, we bought a cute little 5 bedroom bungalow in Newport, CA. We try to get out there once or twice a month, whenever the schedule allows. It's right on the beach, so it makes a great yard for the kids.

Zach balances out the estrogen quotient and he is all boy. He is quite a bit smarter than his parents are, but we suspect he may be using his powers for evil. He is a little too charming to be all good. We'll find out soon enough, but he's only 2 so we hope for the best.

Regann is 5 and the sweetest little kid ever. She is snuggly, loving, and so concerned about others. She loves animals of all kinds and she can never understand why we can't take all animals home. We had quite a time talking her out of adopting the muskrat that she saw walking down the middle of the road. She promised she'd take care of it and teach it to not bite, but still no dice.

This is one of our beautiful daughters, Madison. She is 8 years-old and boy-crazy. She goes through boy-friends like she goes through shoes...and pants...and shirts....and sweaters...and so on. She is very bright and a bit of a genius. All parents say that I guess, but we really mean it.

This is my husband. This cat is off the hizzity. We met when he was modeling for J-Crew and we just hit it off. He's is very passionate about conservation and baby birds. When he isn't pampering me, he is out pumping weights, doing charity work, and just rocking my world.

One thing you need to know about me....I am too cool for school. Know this and know it well!! This is a classic pic of me in one of the 39 pairs of sunglasses that I own. I love sunglasses like a fat kid loves cake. Speaking of cake, the lenses are usually covered in cake, or peanut butter, or sometimes just butter. That's how I roll. This is the day I busted up Timpanogos cave in like 20 minutes. I just stopped here to carbo-load. I could have done it faster, but I was waiting for Mike who carried all 3 kids on his back...he made it in 23 minutes. I swear he's on steroids. No one could be that masculine just naturally...right?

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