Mickel Man WINS!!

Very few people know how much I enjoy watching golf!! I know, it seems boring...but when you grow up with three brothers and a dad that love it, I guess it just rubs off on ya. After watching a rather stressful tournament years ago at my grandpa's house my gramps said to my mom, "Is she always like this when watching golf?" This referred to my occasional outbursts! Usually the answer is no but last night was another one of those tournaments with a racing heart sitting nervously on the edge of the couch. Phil may have told me last night that I looked flushed during a stressful moment :) I actually had to cover my eyes a couple times because I couldn't bare the disappointment had Mickel man missed key shots. Oh but the joy that followed when victory was made :) Thanks for some good entertainment Phil Mickelson!

Runaway shopping cart!

CAN I SAY HILARIOUS!!! I put him down for a second so I could make a car seat decision and next thing I knew, my cart was off...with Chase driving :) I love him. Everyday he makes me laugh! Sometimes when he does naughty things, I have to strain my face so I don't laugh and encourage his behavior...and he knows it so he just waits until I crack and starts laughing with me. And you better believe I crack every time. LOVE HIM!!!!

*A big thanks to Phil for helping me upload this video from my cell phone!!! He's just awesome! Love you.

Today was a good day...

I burnt


Cooked carrots


AND


Noodles

...my house smells like the inside of a fireplace

Hi this is Sister Hutchings...

Is what I hear EVERY time I call my mother.

This is President Hutchings...is what I'm privileged to hear when I call my dad. Phil actually calls him president, as for me and my bros...we have to bring him back down to reality so President is far from what we call him :)

I've dealt with this for a year and a half and I'm actually starting to forget about it (except when I'm visiting the mission home and they refer to each other with their respective titles...SERIOUSLY, you call your wife of over 30 years sister Hutchings in the home when nobody is around and you're in your PJ'S...I digress) Like I mentioned...I'm starting to get used to it, however today was a new day. My mother called me sister Kensington. HUH!??? Seriously, I sound more like a sister missionary you've known for less than a year rather than your own daughter. HA HA :)

Actually, I'm my parents biggest fan even if they mistake me for a missionary. They are serving as mission president in Nashville, TN and working so hard. I love to hear about all the happenings of the mission and especially love to visit the mission home and see all their work and love for the mission field first hand. Thanks for being the best examples. MOM and DAD.

ONE YEAR OLD!!!!

Our little Chase is no longer our little baby!! We're just wondering who he is growing up to be like??

DADDY?

MOMMY??

OR DOG??????

He LOVES dog food...I have to watch him like a hawk around Bogart's meal time.

He loves to crawl through the doggie door...STILL!!!

If Bogart gets to drink out of a dish...then he will find a way. He is always on the hunt for Bogarts abandoned dog bone. Disgusting!

They share everything. Bogarts food, Chase's food...oh wait....as I am typing this he's half way out the doggie door. figures. HOLD ON!

Chase's face literally lights up when Bogart enters the room. Chase loves to pet (hit) Bogart and luckily Boggie doesn't mind.

Sharing food again.

Chase and Boggie aren't the only ones who share food around here.

Confession: I ate a whole tub of these for lunch on Monday.

My New Weapon...

That is a prank weapon. I mean, how many times can I throw flour on Phil in the shower and leave icy hot on the toilet seat before they get old. (Actually...it's funny everytime). I was at the bottom of the barrel of ideas and then...Chase starting teething and I got my hands on this numbing beauty. It worked perfectly on a piece of bread because of the red tint and jam like appearance. Girls...it's hilarious...and a must try!!!!

What the WHAT???

I'm from a beautiful western state where things like this don't happen. We call this a lock down. Seriously, we can't open our front storm door.
Backyard FULL size grill covered.

Me. Trying to get to the front door via another route. Still impossible.
Phil, attempting to shake down the car. He made it that far. Then stopped.

Chase enjoying the snow with daddy. Before things got bad.



PHOTO OP! First time in the snow :)



We were warned about this storm...which is why I attempted grocery shopping a couple days ago to stock up supplies. What I thought would be a quick trip to the store ended up being two hours. I waited in line to check out for an entire 45 minutes and made an emergency run to the baby aisle where I quickly got baby food and fed him his entire lunch while STILL waiting in line to buy our lunch we had already consumed :)

Let's go back to CALI!!