Update

So, I've been in a rut. Blogging rut. Life rut. All around rut. Any ideas on how to pull me out are greatly appreciated. Here's a little update on our family. We really haven't been up to much. Just kid stuff, school, work, etc. Soo ready for Spring!!! But, I've taken a few pictures I thought I could share!

Just pure, awesome sweetness. These boys love each other.

Jake turned 34. We had a partay. Then, a couple days later, we celebrated with good friends by going out to dinner, and a hockey game. It was our Valentine's Day celebration as well. Happy Birthday, Babe! Every year you get better!

A little friendly arm wrestling. After Jake sufficiently whipped his brother, his dad wanted to take a whirl. Jake is still the toughest Klein man. Way to go honey!

The girlies all dressed up, and watching Jake open gifts.

We played some Rock Band, and had German Chocolate cake. Not good for my diet. . .

Rohne cracks me up on a daily basis. He is such a sweet, curious, adventurous, thoughtful kid. I'm so thankful for him in our home.

We have had some "fair" weather lately. it's nice to be able to have my babysitter back. By this, I mean the backyard. The kids are usually completely covered in much by the time they come back in, but, they are worn out, and happy. Tristan loves loves loves it outside. He brings me his shoes first thing in the morning, and points to the backyard.

Jake travelled to Denver for 3 days a couple weeks ago. While he was gone, the school hosted a Daddy Daughter dance. Tay had been planning to go with her dad, but, he was out of town. So, she went with Jer, and Samantha instead. They had a great time. Thanks a lot Jer!

And, last but certainly not least, Rohnie lost his first tooth!! It was hanging on by a measley thread, until he finally let Jake yank it out. He was so excited about his first visit from the Tooth Fairy! My kids are growing too fast!!

18 Months

So, I have survived 3 children for 18 months now. I know that's really not how you should look at it, but, this babeh has definitely given me a run for my money. For journaling purposes, I thought I would dedicate a post just to my 1 year and half old terror.
-He's still the happiest with only a diaper on. Even in the dead of winter.
-He doesn't talk nearly as much as my other kids did at his age. I've been a little worried about it, actually. But, I think he'll catch up one of these days. Some things he does say: Mama, Tay, No, Ball, Out, Car, ChooChoo, Shoe, Bath, Juice, Hi, Bye Bye, Night Night, Nose, Eyes, Thank You, Show, Two, Go.
-Still won't call Jake Dadda. He calls him Mama. And, when Jake says that he's not Mama, he's Dadda, Tristan just tells him "No, No, No." Poor Jake.
-Loves loves loves trains. But, he wants someone to play with him. He won't play by himself.
-Gets into absolutely everything. Climbs on the counter and throws the cups out, loves the silverware drawer, dumps out whole bins of toys just because, dumps any open (usually full of liquid) container out on the floor, etc. He accounts for nearly 90% of the messes in our house.
-He has figured out he can open the tallest drawers in the kitchen, and hang on them like a swing. Not so safe.
-He loves to be outside, but, thinks it's really funny to run right into the street. He likes to have me chase after him.
-Absolutely will NOT sit in the carts at the store. He wants to walk with his brother and sister. Which actually means, he just wants to run away, and knock all the stuff off the shelves. I try not to take him to the store, unless absolutely necessary.
-He will finally stay in the chapel, and sit with us in the pew, until after the Sacrament is passed. This is a huge leap. He does not like to be confined. Jake usually takes him out in the hall.
-He went to Nursery for the first time yesterday. Went right in, and didn't cry at all. I was shocked. While picking him up, Sister H. the nursery leader, told me he was very mature. I think she will take that statement back in a few weeks.
-He still gets up 1 or 2 times a night. And, he wants me to hold him, and rock him. I need to get tough.
-He likes music, dancing, and singing.
-He's a really really good hugger, and gives the best open-mouth kisses. I still love them, while they gross out my other kids.
-He rarely sits down in the bathtub, and never really has. I wash his hair, and whole body with him standing up. And, then, he gets out. He likes to bathe with his big brother the best.
-When he's not tearing apart the bathroom while I'm in the shower, he knocks on the shower door the entire time. Not so relaxing for me.
-He likes to go into rooms, and shut the door on himself. He'll stay in there, even if it's completely dark. If I can't find him, he's probably stuck in the laundry room, bathroom, pantry, or storage room.
-He screams whenever anyone leaves the house without him. Every time I take Taylee next door to go to school, when Jake leaves for work, when I go to work out,when Grandma leaves after a visit.
-Although he is a busy busy body, I am thankful for him every day. He lights up our house with his happy nature, and energy. What would we do without him?

Christmas 2010 in Pictures

So, we have been sick, sickity sick sick since Christmas. We have had colds, croup, ear infections, fevers, more fevers, sick tummies, eye infections, snot, more snot, and everything else it seems like. I have been a little pre-occupied taking care of everything, and everyone, including myself. We have spent more on doctor bills, and prescriptions in the last month than we actually spent on Christmas this year. That's fun. Who doesn't love insurance being self-employed?! Yeah right. Don't get me started....

Here's Christmas, in pictures. It was great. You get the jist.

At the grandparent's house Christmas day.

Taylee in Costume

Tay had the "Polar Express" show on Saturday, and all went well. She danced, and sang so beautifully, and we were extremely proud. She had such a big, exhausting day, performing in 2 shows, pretty much back to back, that she woke up on Sunday with a fever, and throwing up! We love our girly girl!

She was a North Pole Fairy

And, she was also a Winter Wonderland Eskimo.

I just can't think of a title for this one

Although Christmas is fast approaching, I feel so busy, that we haven't done much to get into the Holiday Spirit. We put up our little tree again this year. We wanted either a real one, or a big, fancy one, but, I'm glad we decided against it. Our 1 year old monster has already knocked it over twice, and broken numerous ornaments. Oh well, maybe next year. . .

Last week at church, Rohnie got his fingers smashed in the big, heavy, weighted door leading to his classroom. It was kind of a bad injury. Jake had to take him home, because he was causing quite a scene in primary. The picture above, is what it looked like the day after he did it. It got progressively worse after this, and by Friday, it was swollen, and all purple, and hurt him really bad. So, I took him into the Dr., and they drained all of the fluid, and gave him am antibiotic.
And, now, it looks like this. Much better. He still might lose his nail though. He thinks that might be kinda cool.

Last Saturday, Taylee was able to perform at WinterFest in Seattle. Here's her little Ballet group all dressed up. She is performing in her studio's Holiday Show, "Polar Express" on this coming Saturday. She is doing a ballet number, as well as a song and dance number. We have been rehearsing for months, and although I am excited to see her perform, I will be glad when it's over! She is just loving it though, and that makes all this money, and time worth it. She will be our little star, for sure!!

Whirlwind trip to Wyoming

I went to Wyoming last week to my Grandpa's funeral. Tristan and I flew out early Monday morning to Denver, where my sister, Natali lives. Then, on Tuesday, we drove from Denver to Bridger Valley, where the services were being held, and where I grew up. It was a crazy trip. Very fast, and packed full of stuff to be done, and people to see. But, I'm so glad that I was able to go. All of us sang at the funeral, and I was grateful for the chance to take part, and see many dear friends, and family. I have been gone from the country for so long, that the small town seemed very foreign to me. It's crazy how fast I have become a city gal. Because I was mainly chasing around my vivacious 17 month old, I didn't snap as many pictures as I should have. But, here are a few to commemorate the occasion.

This beautiful floral arrangement sat on top of the casket. It included some driftwood, and one of my Grandpa's old stirrups from a worn, favorite saddle.
The pallbearers placing the casket.

My uncles, John, and Rick, placing their boutonnieres on the arrangement.

I thought this casket represented my Grandpa well. They did a great job of picking it out.

My brother, Ben, dedicated the grave. It still makes me cry to look at this picture.

Ben's wife, Heidi, and their youngest boy, Austin. She is having their 5th boy in March!

2 of Grandpa's dearest, oldest friends paying respect.

This is my favorite picture. My Grammie, and my sister, Holly.

Ben, Grammie, Holly, and my mom.

We attempted to get a group photo at the Cemetery. This is sooo not everybody, though. It was freezing! I often forget what those Wyoming natives have to deal with in the winter. Wind, more wind, and frigid temps.

I thought this was a pretty picture of my Grammie smiling, while talking to friends.

I tried to get a good picture of Mom and Dad. This is the best I got. Dad's behind those 2 women, I promise!

We stayed in Lyman, (my rival town) in a hotel owned by my cousin. The picture, above, is of Nat's baby, Benson, eating on the bed. So adorable! Though the Motel wasn't 5 Stars, by any means, it was just fine. Natali and I stayed in one room, together, with our babes. What we thought wouldn't too bad of a scenario, ended up being kind of a nightmare. With 2 light sleepers, the boys kept waking each other up all night. We were glad to get them home in their own beds!

Tristan chillin' on Natali's couch before we we left to come home.

Til We Meet Again

My Grandpa Taylor died last week, the day after Thanksgiving. He was a great many things, but, his most memorable attribute, was that he was a "True Wyoming Cowboy." He had many loves. His greatest loves included my Grammie, his beautiful wife of 58 years, horses, Bronc riding, cattle, ranches, Wyoming countryside, cowboy poetry, cattle dogs, his 4 children, 13 grandchildren, 13 great grandchildren, and his Savior. I spent entire summers on my Grandparent's ranch in Lonetree, Wyoming, and these were some of the best memories from my childhood. Though I never worked beside him, like my parents, and my brothers did, I witnessed his hard working ethic day in and day out. He awoke at dawn, and didn't come in until dusk. He put me on my first horse, bare back, as a young child, and let me drive a car on the ranch when I was 12. His last words to us were always "Be careful." He knew the dangers of the world, and worried about us when we stepped out of his protective barriers. Although I will miss you, Grandpa, I know that you are where you should be, with our Brother. And, I look forward to the day when we meet again.