The Corbins

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Stockton's 3rd Birthday!

Cousin Stockton had his 3rd birthday on the 6th. Yes, his birthday is 6-6-06. (Daralyn is so proud) We went over to my sister's house on Sunday evening for cake and ice cream. (He spent his actual birthday in Eagle Mountain on a helicopter ride!)

While we were there, I convinced my brother to go "borrow" his brother-in-law's bulldog for the party since Wes was traveling for the Rodeo. I drove out to West Mountain to Silcox's house to get Bruce, the bulldog. However, on the ride back, we failed to realize that Matt's back seat in his truck was so full of stuff, Bruce had to lay across both of us in the front seat. He had his back half on Matt's lap, and his front half on my lap and his middle section straddling the console! He was not happy! I was laughing so hard I had tears running down my face. I wish I had a camera for this!

When we got there, he ran around with all the little kids and Addison thought we had brought her home a new puppy! Puppy....hardly!!! Bruce isn't even a year old yet and he is so HUGE!! Matt was holding him and gave him to me and I literally think I broke my back only after I almost dropped him! (don't tell Wes).

Here are some fun pictures of the night!

Friday, June 5, 2009

Jace's Picture

I just had Jace's pictures taken this past week. I went to one of my co-worker's sister-in-laws and she did such a great job. He was so funny. He absolutely INSISTED on keeping his binky in. So Sarah would get the camera ready, and I would yank it out as fast as I can and hope that he didn't ruin his pose. (no one want to see pictures of his little man-hood, even at this age). Here are a few of the shots that are in the process of being printed up. I wish Addison would have been in a better mood the day these were taken because then they could have been in them together. Oh well, there's always next time.
Check out her blog page...she does such fun shots!
willmasonstudio.blogspot.com

My life since summer started!

The George shirt! I have to hide this thing at least 22 times a week. This week I hid it in Jace's closet hoping she wouldn't find it because I told her it was "dirty". Too bad she found it. I went into his bedroom where she was frantically scrubbing her beloved Curious George shirt with as many wipees as she could get her hands on. When she had completely saturated herself the shirt, and the carpet, she declared, "It's all clean...I need to wear it!" I have her dad to thank for buying it for her. He's fired from clothes shopping for her.

The "Bed Head" look. Every day, I wrestle her into the bathroom to brush out her tangled matted mess that she awakens with each morning. I wet it, comb it, brush it, slick it, mousse it, gel it, flat iron it, clip it, curl it, ponytail it, you name it! Within an hour...it looks just like it did when she woke up. Any suggestions? (notice the pajamas have Curious George on them...do you see theme?)

Jace is getting bigger each day. I had his pictures taken this week and the photgrapher kept commenting on how huge he was compared to all of the babies she's used to doing. I guess all that sleeping in with dad on the weekends makes it a little hard to burn off all those calories!

Can I just say, I LOVE TO MOW THE LAWN! I am the ONLY one who does it right at my house. I have certain directions in certain parts of the grass that have to be mowed in a certain manner. I seem to be the only one who understands this. If you come to my house and the grass is mowed in a bullseye, giant sqauare, or has large sections that were missed or re-mowed over in a careless line pattern....you'll know it wasn't me who mowed that day. (there are just some things I do better at than he does =)...this is one of them.)

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Taylor Elementary's Most Valuable Player!!!

Let me start by saying....I'm am the most un-athletic person alive. I'm no asset to any team. There is nothing more terrifying than a ball coming in my direction. So each year when Field Day at school arrives, there is one event I dread more than any other....

THE ANNUAL FACULTY VS 6TH GRADE KICKBALL GAME!!!

Let me paint a picture for you: When I taught at Santaquin, I didn't even go outside for the game. Last year's game at my new school Taylor was a little harder to hide from. Our school is small enough, it was totally noticeable when I was hiding in my classroom, "looking really busy". I was drug outside and each time I came up to kick, I subtly went to the back of the line. One of the 6th grade teachers declared there would be no bunting at all in the game. Hello!!! Bunts are my secret weapon!!! When our team was outfield, the ball actually came toward me in one of those perfect-pop-fly-completely-catchable-easy out- kind of kicks. What did I do??? I screamed, pulled my arms inward and jumped out of the way. The principal, who possesses quite a bit of athleticism, started laughing as he said, "You really are afraid of the ball aren't you?" I'm thinking to myself, "Duh! If I wasn't wearing sunglasses, you would see the giant tears pooling in my eyes from complete and utter anxiety of just being out in the field, let alone actually participating in the game!"

This year, I am the school's P.R. person so I have to take all the pictures to turn into the newspaper and District website about different things happening at our school. Now I'm sure that very few people would actually care about reading an article about the kickball game, but I INSISTED that I could not possibly play in the game because I was the ONLY one who came prepared with a camera to capture this event. Too bad one of the school's parents (whose husband played in the game luckily) showed up with hers with left me with no more excuses. The teachers wouldn't even let me get away with the "I just had a baby 6 weeks ago" excuse either. After about 4 innings, I went out into the field and stood there and prayed aloud that the inning would end fast. Luckily it did. The teachers actually were killing the 6th graders so we didn't spend much time outfield. However towards the end of the game, my principal, Chad, (who I will egg his house later this week for this) drug me up to kick. He actually kicked for me and then drug me around the bases blocking all ball shots from in the inside of the baseline. I was so focused on being pelted with a giant red ball by an obnoxious 6th grader, that I had no idea when to run or stay so I was glad he was there to drag and yank me around. Afterall, he got me into this mess. However, when I was running into home, I think I got caught up in the moment and kept running when I should have gone back to 3rd. Chad was dragging me one way, and I was pulling towards home. Then I noticed a 6th grade boy closing in on me with the ball. Jenna, a 5th grade teacher describes me as doing a "perfect pirouette" as I was trying spin around to avoid being pelted. Chad even tried to dive in front of the ball to cheat and block me from being hit. However....I WAS OFFICIALLY OUT! I'm just glad that the kid was nice enough to toss it at me instead of actually pelting me.

So my kickball career has officially begun and I'm already sucking at it! But here are some pictures of the game. Too bad there are none of me!!! Teachers won by a landslide by the way...

Robin Provstgaard...our secret weapon!