The Pruett Post

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Pruett what?

I have officially appointed myself as Advertising and Marketing director for Pruett Construction! Sounds fancy huh?
Vaughn has his new website up and running and we wanted everyone to be able to see some of the projects he has been working on. And can I just say that he is amazing!! Of course we all know that I am a bit biased, but I mean come on, really!!!! He truly is OUT OF THIS WORLD good!!! I always tell him that he has "Gifts of Plenty" in this area. He is amazing and he has been told this by many people too other than his, oh so biased wife, and family. I mean check out this....

a complete kitchen remodel.

Or this Solarium and Stone Wall addition.....

with this AMAZING tile floor! How cool is that?

So, go and check it out! Let us know if you need any work done or know of anyone who does. And a BIG thank you to those of you who have referred us. You know who you are! It means a lot.

http://www.pruettconstruction.com/

PS~ here are a few sneak peaks at some of his projects! He has been doing a ton of additions and remodels....the thing to do these days!

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Two peas in a pod!

I love this picture. It speaks a thousand words.

They were SO excited with their new little sister they couldn't stand it!!!

Here they are coming to visit us in hospital with Debra and Craig.

They were full of gifts for us! So sweet!

They were litterally bouncing off the walls! It was so fun to see their excitment for their new sister.

Friday, July 17, 2009

More Photo's of Londyn

Once again, our sweet friend/distant relative, KC Gordon Photography, took Londyn's pictures. KC did a great job. Londyn was awake and unhappy most of the photoshoot. I was so bummed b/c KC had some awesome ideas with her sleeping that I was really wanting to do. But she did a great job. Here are a few.......

Introducing...Londyn Mae Pruett

Sweet Londyn Mae was born June 25th at 2:21 p.m. She weighed 8lbs even and was 21 inches long. She is such a sweetheart. We are in love all over again! We just want to hold her all day long. She is truely so special.

Here is her proud daddy. Vaughn was so great. I don't know what I would do without him.

Here we are in the hospital right after she was born. I was litterally about to throw up and so sick and cute Dr. West said, "here you guys let me take your picture." So, I quickly put on my fake...I feel wonderful...smile. For posterity!

Sweet sleeper.

Friday, October 24, 2008

I got Tagged!

I am: a mother of 2, wife to 1!

I think: everyone should get a bed heater! So worth every penny~

I know: Who I am, where I am going, and what I am doing here!

I want: to always be improving myself.

I dislike: it when my children fight.

I miss: when Jackson slept in a crib and napped.

I fear: loosing Vaughn, Brooklyn or Jackson.

I feel: a lot of joy when I help someone.

I hate: CANCER! That stuff is SOSOSO evil.

I love: Julie Carroll's cravings while pregnant. (Whenever I want to laugh I think of that! Thanks Julie! LOVE that story).

I hear: not enough gossip anymore!!! JUST KIDDING! (Inside joke!)

I smell: dinner in the "crockpot!", not the microwave! oooooo

I crave: hugs, cuddles, kisses and time with Vaughn, B & J.

I cry: when I am tired, really hurt, worried, or when jackson cracks his head open.

I search: my soul with my Heavenly Father and Vaughn.

I wonder: if the Lord is really proud of me, and I am doing enough.

I regret: not serving more, and being more willing.

I love: the peace I feel from prayer, and the temple.

I care: to my core for my family, friends, the Savior, & my Father in Heaven.

I always: try and save money for my family.

I think it is funny when: Jackson says Mom, mom, mom, 20 times in 5 seconds.

I worry: about the world my children will grow up in.

I am not: very consistent with blogging.

I remember: who I am. It does a lot for me!

I believe: in the power of prayer, and in Vaughn and his amazing abilities.

I dance: a lot with my kids. They think I am crazy. I would too if I saw myself.

I sing: really loud as I dance.

I argue: with Brooklyn about going potty.

I write: in my journal every night...so does Vaughn, he inspired me!

I win: after every morning work out at the gym!!

I lose: not weight!

I wish: a righteous man would be chosen to lead our country.

I listen: to my cute kids all day say stuff like, "Mommy, I am really ready for a piece of you." what? or "Momma, lay, read, Melmo, Pease."

I don't understand: Barrack Obama.

I can usually be found: cleaning my kitchen, or taking care of my kids.

I am scared: when Jackson starts to climb, run, jump, walk, or ride a bike. Pretty much..all the time.

I need: to fervently study and pray more.

I forget: how cruel the outside workforce can be and glad I am not in it directly. I look up to men and women in it.

I am happy: when I am with Vaughn and my kids playing!

I love: to see how good my husband is with our kids.

Now it is my turn to tag: Kim Allen, Kara McBride, Jill Simmons, Jennifer Johnson, Marianne Stewart & Jen Tobler.

Monday, October 6, 2008

KC Gordon Photography

Friday, September 5, 2008

AHHHhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WARNING: this is very graphic. If you have a weak stomach...do not proceed.

Once upon a time there was a little boy, a sweet, cute, loving little boy. Many people speculated and thought that this little boy was part monkey. He grew amazingly strong arms and legs and used them to swing and climb on anything and everything he could find.

One day his mommy took him and his sister to the park (even though she is scared to death to take him anywhere!). While at the park he was running after his friend and fell and hit his head on the asphault. A very big goose egg began to form and grew to be an enormous size. The little boy shook off the owe and began to play as normal. His mommy took him home and he began to continue his usual ritual of ... yup, you guessed it... climbing! He pushed over a chair to the counter and grabbed the mint he was after. "Yes," he said, "I got it!"

His mommy took the rest of the mints and turned around to put them in the pantry. Meanwhile, he decided to get off of the counter a different way. He began to slide off of his bum, rather than turning around to go down on his tummy. His mommy wasn't worried a bit, b/c you see, this little boy got up on the counter several times a day like this and was so familiar with getting down now that she thought he had it down pat! Little did she know, he was going down on his bum. Much to her dismay, she turned around to see him FffffALL! He hit the corner of the chair and flipped around to fall head first onto the floor. And can you guess where he hit? RIght on his goose egg. The never ending BUMP!!

The pressure was enourmous and the egg cracked, split and popped! Blood spilled everywhere. His mommy ran to his side and held him tight. It was everything she could do to stay calm, not scream, not cry (I did that later), and NOT FREAK OUT (I NEVER do that! Just ask Vaughn!)!!!!!!

OK....so I am done with the story bit...that's enough. Thank me later.

So, I was watching Eli and called Kirsten (my Amazing and WONDERFUL, Freakin' awesome neighbor, and when I move she HAS to move with us!). She came hurling over, faster than a speeding bullet. And I ran out the door to take him to the ER. I went to Primary Health Center and they said, it was way to deep and they wouldn't be able to hold him down for the stiches. So by that time Vaughn caught up with us and he drove us down to St. Al's. Meanwhile, blood is gushing out of Jackson's head and going all over the place. You should have seen the kitchen, him and I. We were all covered! Amazingly he stopped crying the minute I put him in his car seat. I couldn't believe it. What a soldier! That was the minute IIIIII started crying. I felt so bad. I couldn't stand to see my baby in pain. It was unexplainably awful. I HATED it!!!!!!!! Ahh!

The stiches were a nightmare for us. Strapping him down and telling us to stay away, while our baby was screaming bloody murder, was horride. I felt so bad. I have just now calmed down from the whole thing and thinking about it makes me cringe all over again. I thought I was a "hellicopter mom" before, can you only imagine what I am now? I swear this kid is going to give me heart failure.

So the moral of the story is....never let your child grow arms and legs, and you'll be just fine. No...I am so grateful for his arms and legs and hope and pray nothing happens to those too.

The picture you see below of my poor baby, is of us in the ER waiting room with Vaughn's phone. I didn't want you to think I stopped to grab my camera on the way out the door...although, true confessions, weirdly enough, I thought about it! Ah, Heather!

I can't even thank Kirsten enough for cleaning my "bloody mess" up, and coming to my rescue. And I am ever so grateful for Vaughn being my rock. It was NOT coincidence that he was working close by and ran to our aide. The Lord knew I needed him. He is my stability. AND...my dad, who rushed over to give Jackson a blessing with Vaughn. (Even though I told him the wrong hospital in the midst of the commotion). Thanks you guys!

Sorry Jackson babe!