mr.chubs and princess dumb dumb

I don't think I have mentioned on here the nicknames Todd and I call Zack and Delilah. Zack is lovingly called Mr. Chubs and Delilah is known as Princess Dumb Dumb. They have both earned their nicknames. The following pictures crack me up, so I hope they brighten your day as well.

Here is Mr. Chubs and Princess Dumb Dumb facing off. It's not in focus because Todd took the picture and he still has not figured out that part of the camera. He rarely uses it, so that is expected, right?

Is this not the cutest? This captures their relationship so well. Todd is the BEST dad and plays like this with Zack all the time, no matter how tired or stressed out he is. And Zack idolized him.
I took this before right before bath time when we were snuggling on the couch, eating fruit loops, and watching Sponge Bob. Our favorite. Check out those eyebrows...pretty talented, huh?
These pictures crack me up!!! This is at that park, and Zack is not throwing a tantrum, he is singing! I love it. The last one is his little dance. He's such a funny little guy.

Zack climbing at the park. I love this kid.

Me and Delilah not in focus...again. I'm giving him lessons on this tomorrow. Check out the flower bow. No, I don't really make her wear those.

Zack really enjoyed dinner tonight. Here is the proof:

And that's all! Good night!

what is in a name?

I'm a name person. I like to know how a name is spelled, and what is means. Not what it means just in dictionary terms, but what it means to the parents. Names should mean something special, sacred, and maybe even a little secret to them. My name is pretty boring...everyone knows how to spell it and everyone knows what it means. I used to say I spelled it Joi, and once I told people my name was Joysephina (remember that Ther and Rach? hehe.) And what does it mean to my parents? I was named after an aunt.
Todd: Means fox
Zackary (spelled a little cool for coolness): means "the Lord remembers" which if you knew a little about before Zackary was here, then you might think it fits.

And now I have a couple future children names...if we ever have another kid.
Boy:
Broden or spelled Brodyn, but called Brody for short. Means "muddy place" Not that cool, but does describe a boy. And I have emotional ties to this name.

Girl:
Right now my favorite, favorite, FAVORITE name is sort of made up. I read it in a book, and when I think of it I just think princess. Don't laugh. The name is Isilee, pronounced "Iz-a-lee" I LOVE it. We would call her Izi for short. It doesn't mean a thing since it's not a real name, but to me it means princess and I love it. Her middle name would be Jane because I love Jane Austen and it sounds good. Isilee Jane. So pretty. Don't steal it unless you want to have nine fingers instead of ten. I bite. :)

make it a diet, please

me before caffeine:Me after the caffeine (only blonder):Go me.

good day

Have you ever fought with a one-year-old? No? I'll not name the child...you don't know him. (or her) Here is how it goes:

One-year-old ("1" for short): "WAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

Me: "What's wrong, honey? Are you hungry"
Hand 1 some food, which he promptly throws on the floor I just vacuumed. Humph.

1: "AAGGUUU PPPHHHH!!!!"

Me: "Ummmm....Okay? Are you thirsty?"
Hand 1 a sippy cup which follows the same path as the food, breaks open and spills everywhere. *count to ten*

1: (while attached to my legs so I can't clean up mess) "WWWWAAAAAA!!!!!"

Same thing happens when I try changing diaper, snuggling with cartoons, cookies, and reading books. Time to pull out the big guns and find that dang pacifier I've been trying to ween him from during the day...only I haven't seen it for like 5 hours and have NO IDEA where one is. This child has now been screaming for over an hour and I might as well not even be here for all the good I'm doing.

1: "WWWWWAAAAAAA!!!! MOMMMAAAAGAGAGTAPHATOMAMAMAMA!!!!!"

Me: "STOP IT! GIVE ME FIVE SECONDS TO SEARCH THIS HOUSE FOR YOUR STINKIN PACI! AND WHERE IS YOUR beep beep beeping DAD??!! HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN HERE 15 MINUTES AGO!!!

Stick screaming child in crib and close door. Take big breath and count to 20. Go outside to the car and FINALLY find paci, and luckily dad comes home to rescue child from crib at exact same moment.

End of story.

On another completely different note, Zack went to scouts tonight with Todd and so I had the night off. Not that I needed it or anything, my child is perfect. :)

am i crazy?

I want Zack's future hair to be something like this:

Am I crazy?? But I LOVE it! AND I think Zack is getting curly hair!! (Thank you Grandma Jackson!)

It will take some time to grow out, but it will happen. :)

To BYU Fans (part 2),

Ha. Ha HA. HA HA HA HA!!!!
eat it.

xoxoxoxo,
joy

I found the biggest idiot in the WORLD!

*I deleted his blog. I just looked and noticed tons more swear words that I somehow missed before. Oops! Sorry.

And he was on facebook! No real surprise there, though.

Warning: this will make you dumber by reading it.

two more weeks...

and it will be ONE WHOLE MONTH without eating out!!! This might sound like a no biggie to most people, but this is our major downfall. How much we go out is outrageous! So, we made a deal we would spend one whole month making all our own meals and I have to say, I'm suffering.
I love eating out.
I love having a waiter.
I love not doing dishes.
I love picking something off the menu.
I love not cooking.
I love trying something new.
I love eating.
You get the picture? And the place I miss the most is Chili's. They are having this awesome deal right now where you get this feast for two for only 20 dollars! Well, they were having the deal before we went on the restaurant strike. :( I really have no idea what is happening in the restaurant industry anymore, and I'm sad.

"Why you so obsessed with me..."

My new obsession. I can have it all day and all night, and still want more. Yummy.

according to Todd...

my last post sounded a bit bitter. So, I'm here to post some positive things.
1) Zack finally learned that when you play with a cat, they claw you. Delilah got carried away and scratched his nose. I was surprisingly not angry at all. He totally had this coming.2) I got to take some pictures of some really pretty girls out of my ward. Are they not just way to adorable?3) I also got to spend time with my nieces last weekend. I love them. (AND their parents!)

Dear BYU,

So you finally won a game worth winning! Good job! Go out and celebrate because in a few weeks you will be back to licking your wounds of defeat. The truth is, OU will recover. And even if they don't this season, they are still twice the team BYU is or ever will be. So congrats on an incredibly lucky and uncharacteristically skillful team this season, and remember that OU got a good reputation for a reason. We eat cougars for breakfast.
To the crazy BYU fan who ripped up my little brothers OU shirt: watch out.


love,
an OU fan who used to sort of not like BYU, and now despises BYU. Thank you BYU for giving us such a hard time while we attended you so to give me this clear mind. It seems that no matter how far I move away from you IT'S NEVER FAR ENOUGH!

p.s. I do talk a lot of smack and really have no idea about football history so don't leave a comment telling me how awesome BYU is and about that one game in 1997 when they won blah, blah, blah, blah.....because I REALLY don't care that much (if at all) about football, but I am protective of my littlesmookie OU team because like I said, I've grown up cheering for them.

p.p.s. Yes, I was at the game and I did enjoy it. I was cheering for OU and am still a little bummed that they lost. At first I was a little glad BYU won since I went to school there, but seeing how excited they are is sickening. It's like when the ugly girl gets asked to dance by a cute boy who feels sorry for her and then she thinks she's all cool, but she's really still ugly. Ugh. I'm so tired of talking/hearing about this. Hopefully someone famous dies soon so we have something else to talk about.

Sorry, this position is filled.

Job description: This job is very demanding. It's hours can be 14+ a day, sometimes with little or no sleep from being on call the night before. Your new boss requires constant supervision. Some, but not all, responsibilities include: wiping runny noses, teaching to crawl, playing peek-a-boo 100 times in a row, reading books, changing dirty diapers, becoming a personal chef, cleaning up toys, disinfecting those toys, stop the new boss from killing the cat, stop the cat from killing the furniture, keeping the new boss from eating dead bugs, keeping the new boss entertained, stopping in the middle of everything for much needed snuggle break, kissing boo-boo's, drying tears, having every shirt owned become a tissue, making scrapbooks to record new boss's life, not showering as much as would like, opening packages of food while grocery shopping because the new boss gets hungry, and being in charge of teaching the new boss values such as not hitting and saying sorry. These are not even close to all the responsibilities, and you will get a fuller job description once hired.

Hours: As mentioned before, you are on call EVERY NIGHT! And will work up to 14 hours a day, if not more. You might get an hour for lunch, but usually forget to eat with all the other things going on. The boss will take a couple hours off in the middle of the day, but you don't get that time off. They must be filled with either working, studying, or cleaning.

Pay: This job does not pay with money. Nor does it give you grades. It does not give you reports stating that you have "exceeding this company's expectation", and you will rarely get a thank you. What you get is the chance to be there to hold the new boss when they fall, to cuddle before nap time, to memorize the boss's favorite foods, and to be there to see the excitement in the boss's eyes when he accomplishes something new. You get to be there. Not some nanny, day care worker, best friend, or grandma. And that is your payment. And it's priceless.

Grossest. Thing. Ever.

WHY would someone actually WEAR one of these? Ewwwww. I would rather shave my head.