The One You've Been Waiting For

Goodness, it's been a while since I've posted a good ol' fashioned uber-post. While originally I was putting it off and sorta dreading it, I found that I when I sat down at the computer this morning, I was kind of excited to start. I guess that my big ol' blog posts are kind of like reviewing my life, finding some of the best and funniest moments in it, and then (best of all) sharing it with y'all. What's not to love about that? Anyway, without further ado, on with the show...

A while ago, Kansas City's Crown Center had a fairytale land set up that the kids could go and play in (yay! for free entertainment). It was so much fun and the kiddos just ate it up! It was fun with Ezra, especially, because he already knew so many of the stories. Georgia, on the other hand, particularly (and predictably) enjoyed the princess scenes.

We started off the afternoon with a picnic...in our car, that is. Rain'll do that to a picnic, ya know.

Looking in the Evil Queen's Magic Mirror

Ezra meeting one of the Three Little Pigs. If he likes to work as much as Ezra, he's the one that built his house from straw.

Daddy and Scarlett in Red Riding Hood's forest


Georgia and the Goose's golden eggs

The coup de grace? Cinderella's pumpkin carriage


After Fairytale Land, we headed over to meet Sleeping Beauty. Initially, Georgia was the most excited about it. However, after the 1.5 hours spent in this line...not so much.


That's ok, we managed to entertain ourselves fairly well while waiting. Nothing like some Marilyn Monroe-style excitement to keep things interesting.


By the end, the girls were too exhausted to take pictures. For Ezra, on the other hand, it was love at first sight.


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For a random 2 day span of time, Georgie carried 3 potatoes around with her. She played with them constantly. Her favorite activity was setting a bunch of animals around them and having them eat the potatoes. It was hilarious.

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Cinco de Mayo!
If you can't tell, we're huge fans of dance parties at our house.

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A local sighting of a largemouth bass. Oh wait, never mind...that's my daughter.

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Princess Georgia is 3!!!

The girl of the hour

Princess Georgia with the gifts from her royal subjects

Her Royal Wardrobe

The Royal Decor
(I discovered you can do a whole lot of things with .50c worth of supplies from a garage sale)

The Royal Cake
(she informed me she wanted a pink and purple princess cake and this was the best I could do)

Georgia still talks about how her "cake had 1, 2, 3 candles and then we put fire on them." She was enamored with the whole thing.

Sometimes I wish we had at least two birthdays a month. Birthdays just make the world a better place.

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I was going to post our Oklahoma trip pictures too, but I think you've had enough for one day, so I'm cuttin' ya off. Check back soon for those. Hope you enjoyed the much-anticipated uber-post! Have a fabulous day!

this is NOT the promised uber-post

I know y'all expect an uber-post, but I figured I'd do this one first. The Big One is in the works, I promise. Well, actually, that's sort of a lie. I haven't even started it yet, to be honest. Don't worry, it'll be coming, it's just kind of turned into the overdue homework project of my youth. That's ok though, I work best under pressure. oops, there's another lie. I actually don't work best under pressure. Time-crunching and pressure and what-not just stress me out so I can't think straight and then I end up typoing left and right and my jokes are a little un-funny...well, you get the point. Anyway, I took these videos on a whim this evening and thought I'd share. Watch 'em if you want. or don't. whatev. They're mostly for the grands and aunties anyway.

Beyonce had better watch out. She's got some young upstarts to contend with.

Scarlett: up-close and personal

Does anyone know if Chippendales is hiring?
(note: this one actually wasn't taken this afternoon. It's from a month or two ago, but I discovered it while posting the other two and couldn't resist throwing it in.)

Let's drive to where the road ends...

Spencer Owen, I'm cravin' a little mud on the tires.
How 'bout you?

There's a place I know about where the dirt road runs out
And we can try out the four-wheel drive
Come on now what do you say
Girl, I can hardly wait to get a little mud on the tires

'Cause it's a good night
To be out there soakin' up the moonlight
Stake out a little piece of shoreline
I've got the perfect place in mind
It's in the middle of nowhere only one way to get there
You got to get a little mud on the tires...

I tell you what we need to do is grab a sleepin' bag or two
And build us a little campfire
And then with a little luck we might just get stuck
Let's get a little mud on the tires

ps-eek! Has it been a week already? I promise, promise, promise a real-live picture post soon. Sorry, it was kind of a head-in-the-sand sort of week.

pps-I know, I know, I'm usually an "official" music video type person, but this video reminded me of my brother-in-law, Eric, so I posted it anyway. As the video-maker put it, it's "perrrty good."

Tonight, as I was driving home from Girls Camp, all by my lonesome, I kept thinking about the summer before my freshman year of college. A friend and I would find any excuse to drive up to Salt Lake City and back in his old topless land cruiser, just to feel the wind in our faces. So, I rolled the windows down, jacked up some old school rock, enjoyed the first fireflies of the season whizzing by, and sang my heart out.

If you haven't done that for awhile, I highly recommend it.

ps-uber-post coming soon, I promise.

Random Thoughts

I found two ticks crawling on my body today (luckily neither had buried yet. phew.). Now I have the heebie jeebies and keep swearing my freckles are moving. ewwww.

One might ask, what was I doing that would invite multiple insects to try to make a home in my crevices? Well see, I'm headed down to good ol' Oklahoma tomorrow (for the next 12 days) and since decent lengths of time spent with my husband have been a little scarce lately, I was a little bummed about missing his day off on Memorial Day, especially since it's been a rough week. Darling husband that he is, he surprised me by organizing to work on Monday so we could have today (Friday) to spend as our own little impromptu holiday. yay! yay! yay! We spent the day doing a short 2 mile hike (although 2 miles is NEVER short with three small children in tow), roasting hotdogs and having a picnic, and then going on another 1 mile hike to get down to and back from the shoreline of a reservoir, because the kids desperately wanted to play "on the sandy beach" (turns out it was actually just paving stones in a dog-area. It looked idyllic from a distance, however). After which, we came home, put Scarlett to bed, turned on a movie for middle little and blondie, and finally got around to watching The Blind Side, just the two of us. In a word: blissful. Best day I've had in an eternally long time.

Oh, and speaking of ticks...Brad Paisley is playing in Kansas City tonight. I'm sooo wistful about it. Too bad I didn't hear about it earlier (because, you know, I live in a cave and everything. It's called Motherhood.), or else I totally would've jumped on it. Which is saying something, because Spence and I are totally not concert-goers. In fact, the only concerts we've ever been to together were two Neil Diamond shows. Ridiculing may now commence.

Ezra kept on insisting today that he had a "juice body." Apparently, in Ezra-speak, this means that he eats food, at which point in turns into water, milk, and, most importantly, juice. I tried to explain how food, nutrients, and waste all work, but he wasn't having any of it. *shrug*

Georgie is so excited about going to MiMi and Grandad's house tomorrow that she can barely see straight. She keeps talking about it and making sure that Auntie Stephie will, in fact, be there to greet her. Oh, and all of her princess dresses? But of course she must bring them to show her cousin, Ella.

I've discovered that Scarlett doesn't like water, at least not "in the wild". It would seem that baths, running water in the sink, and all manner and sanitary-levels of toilet water are a-okay. Lakes, streams, swimming pools, and even sprinklers, however, are to be avoided at all costs. She even started to scream and cry when I put just her feet in the water of the reservoir today. It'll make for an interesting summer at the pool, I suppose.

I've had Ke$ha's Your Love Is My Drug in my head for the last week. It's totally cotton-candy, but ridiculously fun. It reminds me so much of being 16 and absolutely head over heels for some equally love-struck boy. It's totally a guilty pleasure...I mean she has a dollar sign in her name, for heavens sake. Regardless, I still crank it up and shake my hips to it anyway.



Oh, for all you other cowtowners missing Mr. Paisley this evening, here's my fave new song of his (Spencer's been singing it all day today, so it's in my head too):



As I mentioned earlier, I'm headed down Stillwater-way, so if posts are a little scarce for the next week and a half, now you know why. See you then!

To my Georgia, on her 3rd Birthday

(Last uber-sentimental post for a while, I promise...)

Oh sweet girl, I can't even believe it's been three very full years since you joined our family. I was so very excited to meet you and the excitement you bring hasn't left since. You were my first VBAC (after Ezra's c-section) and I was so pleased that you allowed me to have you that way. I wanted it so badly and was so relieved when you arrived safe and sound after a long and exhausting labor. You had a fair amount of medium brown hair (which has just gotten lighter since), bright blue eyes, and were just the cutest little thing. You were the first granddaughter on both sides of the family and we all just couldn't wait to cover you in pink, flowers, and lots of big bows. To be honest, things haven't changed much since.

When you were a baby (and even now) you reminded me of The Little Girl with a Curl. When you were good you were very, very good, but when you were bad you were horrid. You could be just as happy as a lark one minute and then decided you felt like screaming for the next 3 hours. Again, things haven't changed much since. You've always been the type to let the world know that you'll do exactly whatever you please. I live for those times of sunshine to carry me through the stormy ones.


You were an early talker who developed that skill at a very impressive rate, for which I've always been so grateful. I love how the things you've said, from such a young age, have given me a peek into the way you view the world. I must say, it's a much more entertaining place from your point of view. You never fail to entertain me with the things you say. It's not unusual for you to say completely outrageous things, just to see what type of reaction you'll get. As you've gotten older, you've become such a girly-girl. Everything is Princess This and Pink That to you. I've got to admit, I'm reveling in it, as I'm quite the girly-girl myself. Like mother, like daughter, I suppose.


Georgie, I can't even begin to describe the way you sparkle. You are one of the most vibrant people I've ever met. Everything around you just seems a bit bigger and brighter then the rest of the world. You have more personality in one little corkscrew on your head then a lot of people have in their entire body. Little Miss, you are also one of the most hilarious people I know. If you don't believe me, just go ask your Auntie Steph (we all know she has a soft spot for you a mile wide :). You can be so sweet and compassionate when you want to be. You're always the first to volunteer to help and your love for your brother and sister is so beautiful. I can't even wait to get to know you better as the years go by.


I love you, my little big girl. I love you, I love you, I love you with all of my heart and soul. I'm often told we're a lot alike, and I wonder if it's because you carry a big ol' piece of my heart around with you. It's probably our similarities that allow me to understand you so well. Because, you know, I do...I get you, Georgie. Please don't ever forget that as you get older and decide you don't really need me all that much anymore.


Georgia, thank you for the sparkle and light you bring into our home, with your big (at least as Lifferths are concerned ;) blue eyes and curly hair (which oddly, never seems to get any longer then your shoulders). Thank you for picking me to be your mommy. Thank you for thinking that some of my most temperamental personality traits are worth carrying on in yourself...your stubbornness, your passion, your independence. Thank you, Sweetheart, for loving me with everything you have. Happy, Happy Birthday, Miss Georgia Marie. I hope it's half as wonderful as you are.

For My Father

I don't go a mushy route very often, so you'll have to bare with me just this once (oh, and next week for Georgia's birthday, of course)...

Let me introduce y'all to my father, Dr. G. Reed Holyoak:

Apparently, the only recent picture I had of him was from Spencer's graduation last year. How sad is that?

I don't talk about my dad very often, simply because he's the modest type who prefers to just kind of stand by and let others take center stage. However, he is easily one of the most important men in my life (beat out only by Spencer). He's a theriogenologist (veterinary reproductive specialist) at Oklahoma State University and the smartest guy I know. To be honest, I can't really think of a way in which he hasn't influenced my life.

Growing up, I was the epitome of Daddy's Girl. We started with an early connection when, as a young veterinary student, he delivered me on our couch when the midwife didn't get there in time. From then on, Dad had me in his back pocket. All I ever wanted was his approval; to be his Baby Doll (his pet name for me). He was always there, striving me to reach higher, be a better version of myself. My siblings and I knew we had to live up to the Holyoak name, that we had a legacy of hard work to uphold. Whenever I had questions, he was the one I first went to, whether it was about the Book of Mormon, cell division, or my period (how many girls do that, really?!). I remember a time I was walking around B.Y.U. loudly discussing artificial insemination (and all the *ahem* preparation that goes into it) with my father on my cell phone. Spencer just stood there cringing and trying to shush me.

Really, my father is still the first person I go to with questions...I have to give a talk in church: he's the man I go to for quotes and direction. I have a question about ovulation or birth control: Dad again. I need to know to if I should take one of the mowglis into the doctor for a possible concussion or stitches: yep, Dad. I know when I get around to finishing up my degree, it'll be his voice I hear in my head egging me on.

Throughout my childhood, he'd sing "You Are My Sunshine" to me and it's still the song I sing to my children every night while putting them to bed. As a youth, my father was at every single Stake dance I ever went to (and that's A LOT, we had them every month!) because he was always affiliated with the youth in one way or the other (whether through the Young Men, Bishopric, or Stake Presidency). At every one, we'd dance together to Dixie Chick's "Cowboy Take Me Away" which has always reminded me of my cowboy father. He claimed it was because the normal young ruffians I danced with had no idea how to properly dance to a country song like that (which is mostly true...most Young Men do some version of a shuffle, speeding up or slowing down, depending on the song), but we both loved it so much I'd seek him out to find him when the opening chords came on. It's one of my biggest regrets in life that I didn't get a chance to dance with him to that song at my wedding reception.

My father, poor diligent man, always tried to keep me talking, even during the petulant teenage years. Originally, as a kid, we'd have Daddy-Daughter talks every first Sunday of the month ("Daughter talk, Daddy listen"), but once those youth years hit, he had to get creative. We sit together in the dark on our way to early-morning seminary and he's ask question after question about my week, school, work, wrestling (I was a manager for my high school team), etc. Even now, when he asks how I'm doing and I reply, "fine." or "good." he stills says, "What, only fine/good? Why not great?"

He's such a good grandad to my kids. Ezra, especially, just thinks the man walks on water (gee, wonder where he got that? ;). When we visit Mimi and Grandad's house, all the cousins can't wait to see him come home from work so that they can run out and feed the horses with him. My hesitant Ezra, who has to think everything out ten-fold before proceeding, doesn't hesitate to go anywhere and do anything with Grandad. He is one of those men that is like the communal father/ grandfather-figure at church, starting from a really young age actually, what with his going gray in his 20s. He always has a piece of candy in his suit coat pocket and exciting, involved stories about sheep and cows just waiting to be told (it takes some definite talent to make sheep and cows enthralling enough to keep a bunch of wiggly primary kids captivated).

Poor Spence, when we got married he had some big ol' shoes to fill. On the other hand, my father was one of the reasons I actually married Spencer. While they're very different in so many ways, they are also a lot alike and I recognized those much-loved traits in Spencer while we were dating. They're both extremely hard workers (almost to a fault), both mentally and physically. They're both very spiritually-strong individuals. Dad and Spence are very educationally-driven. They're also slightly more mellow personalities (although my dad definitely didn't start out that way as a young Montana cowboy with a red-hot temper), willing to let the women in their lives be opinionated and independent. Those are most of the things I love most about Spencer, and I know I first learned to appreciate them in my own father.

I love you, Dad. So much it gets me all teary-eyed just thinking about it. I'm so, so glad I have you in my life and you're young enough that my children will get to have you for so long in theirs. Thank you for being such a good father to all of us. Love you!

In case you're curious, here's a video of my dad in action: