Sunday, March 2, 2014

20 Questions: Kaiah Turns 4!

1. What is your favorite color? Pink and Purple
2. What is your favorite toy? All of the toys. My Sophia dress and amulet!
3. What is your favorite food? Carrots and Broccoli
4. What is your favorite movie? Gnomeo and Juliet and Chipettes
5. What is your favorite outfit? All my striped dresses
6. What is your favorite game? Angry Birds
7. What is your favorite snack? Granola bars and fruit snacks and pop tarts.
8. What is your favorite animal? Pigs because I love them and they're pink and I love pink!
9. What is your favorite song? Let it Go (Frozen, of course!)
10. What is your favorite book? Princess books
11. Who is your best friend? Cruise, Bella C., and Maisie. I love all of my friends! Cruise because we play house together. And I love him. And I want to marry him!
12. What is your favorite cereal? Fruit Loops and Krave
13. What is your favorite thing to do outside? Ride my scooter.
14. What is your favorite drink? Sprite
15. What is your favorite holiday? Christmas
16. What do you like to take to bed with you each night? A book and a doll that has some clothes. And my blankie.
17. What is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast? Goldfish and Nuttella and some yogurt.
18. What did you do for your birthday? I got a Sofia dress at the bibbidi bobbidi bo place in Disneyland.
19. What is your biggest fear? Mean stuff like bats and wolves and some spiders in my room and some bugs in my room and snakes. They scare people. And being really high and going really fast. Everything.
20. What do you want to be when you grow up? Married. Hehe.

Dear Maisie,

You are two. It is so hard for me. I find you simultaneously 9 months yet 4 years. You are so perfect, it almost hurts. I love you so much it does hurt. You are my everything.

You are ridiculously little, yet act so old. You are completely potty trained but can't reach the sink using a step stool. Everyone it's shocked at how much you do even though you are so tiny. The best things = smallest packages.

You are the absolute sweetest person in the whole entire world. Everyday, I hear "Mommy, I miss you!" or "Kaiah, I love you!" or "Daddy, I want cuddles/kiss your cheek/hugs." You hug tighter than anyone I know and give the most violent kisses and loves ever. I love getting smothered by you, and so does Kaiah. You melt hearts. You draw attention everywhere we go. People instantly love you.

You are smart. Truly smart. You talk so well, hold full conversations, and know exactly what you are saying. The only problem: you have the softest, quietest, and highest voice ever - like a little fairy. It is hard to hear you! So, you have this habit of grabbing the face of the person you're talking to so they will look right in your eyes. I love it.

You are just too much for words. I love you, so deeply and thoroughly that it is hard to contain. Please remember that you are immensely immensely loved. You are everything. You are my baby. Love you, Maisie Face!

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

20 Questions: Kaiah turns three!

  1. What is your favorite color? Blue
  2. What is your favorite toy? Alice doll
  3. What is your favorite food? cake
  4. What is your favorite movie? Aurora (Sleeping Beauty)
  5. What is your favorite outfit? skirt on the ground
  6. What is your favorite game? running with daddy and with the blanket
  7. What is your favorite snack? granola bar
  8. What is your favorite animal? pig tuf they don't lick
  9. What is your favorite song? I love my best nest (from The Best Nest)
  10. What is your favorite book? coloring book - the white one (dry erase homework)
  11. Who is your best friend? daddy
  12. What is your favorite cereal? marshmallow
  13. What is your favorite thing to do outside? play in the snow
  14. What is your favorite drink? apple juice
  15. What is your favorite holiday? Halloween
  16. What do you like to take to bed with you each night? the mean queen from Alice and my blankie when it fall down
  17. What is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast? cereal
  18. What kind of a birthday party do you want? Alice in Wonderland Mad Hatter tea party
  19. What is your biggest fear? the monster that hides in my closet that eats me
  20. What do you want to be when you grow up? a Cheshire cat. No Aurora.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Three . . .


I wish I had a way to bundle up all of you into a perfect little blog post so that I never forget anything. You are turning into such an independent little girl. So unique, so you. You are just so much more than I could have ever imagined. Ever dreamed.

So, here is my feeble attempt at capturing you . . .

You are so incredibly smart - like really, truly smart. People always think that you are much older than you really are. It's because of how good you talk. People just can't believe the complete sentences and conversations you can have!

You are more girly than I ever thought was possible. You love to wear your "Summer Dress on the ground with shirt under it." You love your nails painted, bows in your hair, make-up, princesses, Barbies, dress-up, and everything pink!

You have the absolute most gorgeous hair in the world - hair that others only dream of! 

You hate it when daddy calls you any nickname other than the only approved one - Kaiah Princess. His recent favorite is Kaiah pumpkin. Every time he calls you that, you say, "No pumpkin, daddy. Kaiah Princess!"

You will not wear anything other than dresses - not even skirts. Pants are completely out of the question.

You love, love, love your little sister. You are such a big helper. You pick up the sippy cup endlessly thrown on the ground, you throw away the dirty diapers, you "shh" every single tear, and you even share your treats in the car!

You make me so happy and equally break my heart. Most mornings, you say "No work today, mom? Mom, I miss you today. You no go to work, please." Breaks me.

You say the best prayers in the whole world. You always include Grandma WeWe and Uncle Jake, plus unique individual things each day. You love church because you get to wear pretty dresses and play with friends.

Even though you are still really shy, you absolutely love your friends. You always ask for "My Carter" and "My Ciara" and "My Bubba." You wish you could play with them every single day.

You are so incredibly loved. You are so incredibly loved.

Your Mommy

Thursday, January 24, 2013

To my Maisie,

1 year. 17 lbs (7th percentile). 27 inches (13th percentile).


You're so little. You're my baby. I'm having an incredibly hard time believing that you are a whole year old. Yet, every single day you do something new to prove to me that you aren't a baby anymore. You're growing up.
  • You walk. Not all the time, but in this excited bouncy little way of yours. You're pretty stable, but you get so excited and ahead of yourself and then stumble, with a giggle, to the ground.
  • You communicate more than I ever thought possible. You point and say "that" all the time. I swear you say "mama" and "dada" and "kai."
  • Food around you, any food (olives, pickles, lemons) disappears. We haven't found anything that you won't eat.
So big. Yet, every once in awhile you let me hold on to those little baby moments of yours. I'm not ready to let them go yet. Not yet. I cherish them too incredibly much.
  • You will sometimes still fall asleep in my arms. It happens less every week.
  • You still love your sleep. You dive for your bed at night and sleep 13-14 hours every night, plus a 2-3 hour nap during the day.
  • Giggle. Your toothy giggly face has never changed. You laugh deeper and truer than any one I have ever known.
There is so much. You are so much. You are this little ball of hopes and dreams and love. So much love. And you are changing so incredibly fast. There is so much I don't want to forget.
  • Elf nose. That's what Aunt Kamie always says. You have a perpetually pink nose that makes you look like a happy little elf. Perfect.
  • Mommy's girl. There is nothing that you love more than crawling over to mommy, being picked up, and just being held. I think you would spend forever in my arms, sucking your thumb, if you could. I wish you could.
  • You're already a best friend. You're obsessed with your baby cousin Aandi. You love her. You smother her with affection.
  • Sometimes I swear you are a puppy. You love to crawl around carrying toys in your mouth. Silly little girl.
I am so excited to watch you grow. I can just tell that you are going to be absolutely beautiful. Breathtaking. I can't wait to watch you become best friends with your sister. She loves you so incredibly much. Every one of your tears is her tear. Every one of your cries is her cry. She can't be happy when you're sad. None of us can. You completed our family. Kaiah made me a mom, and you made us a family. I am a better person because of you. You've softened me. I feel deeper and stronger than ever before. That's from you.

I love you so incredibly much and always, always will.


Thursday, August 2, 2012

Grandma Jaylene

 My beautiful Grandma Jaylene passed away one month ago. She was such a big part of my life. She was pretty much my only babysitter - ever - and I lived with her or next to her for a good chunk of my life. I will miss her every day.

I had the wonderful opportunity to write several things for Grandma's funeral. Writing is very therapeutic and has helped me get all my thoughts down. I want to record them all here so that I never forget. 

When I Think About Grandma
When I think about Grandma, I can’t pin down any particular events or stories that impacted me. Instead, remembering Grandma is like recalling every single defining moment in my life. Grandma gave me my personal definition of what it means to be a woman. She taught me that a true woman knows what she wants and is brave enough to make a change if needed. A true woman fights for herself and her family. And, occasionally, a true woman fights with her family if they are being knuckleheads. A true woman expects respect and will not settle for less. A true woman forgives those who don’t recognize her greatness, but also doesn’t waste her time on them. A true woman knows the secret to making the best Thanksgiving stuffing ever, but really doesn’t need to know how to sew more than a button on. A true woman never leaves the house without her eyebrows and lips done, but also has a comfy pair of slippers waiting at home. A true woman will ask for your opinion, but always make her own decisions. A true woman refuses to be defined by someone else. A true woman will sacrifice everything to make it to an event – no matter how small the event and how great the sacrifice. A true woman keeps her mind healthy. And a true woman always flirts with married men 50 years younger than her. But, most importantly, a true woman loves her children and grandchildren with every second, every penny, and every fiber she possesses. So, every time I see a penny slot machine or hear a curse word from a sweet old woman’s mouth or eat a walnut or do a crossword puzzle or forget my coat in the middle of a snowstorm, I will think of my Granny-pants and know that a little bit of her craziness has lived on through me. And, every time I pray, I will hope that some of her amazingness has also found its way into me, too.
-          Love, Kasie

My Letter to Grandma

July 4, 2012
Dear Granny Pants,
                I will never forgive myself for not calling you last week. You taught me to listen to my promptings and then follow them. I was out jogging, and I just had this huge feeling that I should call you to say hi. But then I came home and that call never happened. You passed away the next day. I am so sorry. I am so sorry that I didn’t call you to tell you one more time that I love you. To ask for your advice on cooking. To hear that funny little squawking noise you make when you laugh. I am so sorry that I couldn’t tell you one more time that I think about you every day.
                I hope you know the huge impact you had on my life. You helped to raise me. You are the only babysitter I’ve ever had. You and Mom, together, helped to define who I am.
                I always counted myself as extremely lucky. Most kids had crazy grandmas that were hard to talk to and a little scary. I had you. You were always there. You were always present. And you were always impactful. I valued your opinion on everything – cooking, dating, clothes, religion, womanhood, and life.
                I hope you know that I honestly meant it every time I told you that you were beautiful. You defined beauty. You aged gracefully, sported your gray hair like a pro, and had the most killer smile every. I will do a happy dance if I am half as gorgeous as you.
                I hope you know that you taught me what it means to be a woman and a family. You were my model for both. I blame my feminism on you. I can’t believe what a strong independent woman you were when such a thing was unheard of. You taught me that women deserve to be happy and shouldn’t settle for less. You taught me to fight back. You taught me to believe in myself.
                And now, I think the hardest thing for me is knowing that you won’t be there as the model of womanhood for my two girls. You won’t be there to approve of their dates or help pick out their wedding dresses. You won’t be there to tell them they are being stupid or that they can do anything they can dream. You won’t be there sitting in the stands watching every performance.
                But, you know what? I have decided that is okay. Because you raised my amazing mom, who will be in the stands at every stupid performance. And you raised Kamie, who will be there to tell my girls that they should dream, and dream big. And you raised me, and I will do my best tell them when they are being stupid.
                So, Granny-pants, know that I love you fiercely and will miss you every millisecond of every day. You will be thought of at every party, holiday, and event. And, someday, I know that we will hug again, and that Jer will be able to poke your nose – for all eternity.
Love you immensely,

Grandma's Obituary

Our fiercely loved mother, grandmother, and friend Mabel Jaylene Wood was called home on July 2nd, 2012, after cardiac complications. Loved by her friends and family, Jaylene devoted her life to family and service.
She was born on October 18, 1938 in Lehi, Utah to James William Price and Audrey Lorraine Johnson. Jaylene attended Lehi High School where she played basketball, was first chair Violin, and sang with the “Gayettes.”  She continued singing with the “Sweet Adelines” for several years. She graduated from Mary Kawakami College of Beauty and was a practicing beautician. Later she continued the family tradition by dedicating her life to nursing others back to health. She retired from the Utah State Developmental Center after 30 years of service.
Jaylene focused all of her time and attention on family: Gary, son of George Wesley Sykes (married 1958), Marie and Bill, children of Lyle LeGrand Wood (married 1967), and step-mother to Cory Wood and Julie Hill.
Jaylene was an inspiration. She was a strong, independent woman who taught her children the meaning of family, dedication, and hard work. She welcomed all into her home and became “mom” or “grandma” to many throughout her life. Her testimony of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints was solid and unwavering. She had a love of singing and spent all of her time involved in her children’s, grandchildren’s, and great-grandchildren’s lives. The life of the party, Jaylene could be found at every game, performance, event, party, or activity, where she would entertain with her contagious sense of humor. She was always present and impactful on the lives of her family.
She is survived by many family and friends who will cherish her memory, including her sons Gary (Robyn) Wood, William “Bill” Wood, and daughter Marie (Stephen) Jeffery Bright, as well as six grandchildren and 12 great-grandchildren. She is preceded in death by her brother James William Price, who welcomed her home.
Funeral services will be held Saturday, July 7th at 11:00 a.m at Wing Mortuary 118 East Main Lehi, Utah 84043. Friends may call Saturday from 9:30 a.m. before the services. Burial in the Lehi Cemetery.  Condolences may be sent to the family at

Love you, Granny Pants!