Danny has been found!!!!

I feel this happy right now- minus the spit up, of course. 

I don't know many details, I just know that the police found Daniel tonight in Salt Lake City and he is okay. What a terrifying, horrific and sleepless ordeal for everyone involved. What a faith restoring ordeal for me personally. I haven't pleaded with the Lord like that in a long time. I have so much to be grateful for right now- a roof over my head, warm weather, food to eat, parents who love me dearly, a Heavenly Father who loves me dearly, the list seems endless right now. What I'm most grateful for- the countless friends, family and complete strangers who came forth wanting to help. It was so overwhelming. Thank you everyone. Words can't express how happy and grateful I am. Sigh. Phew. Yipee!

Missing Poster

If you live in Utah and would like to help distribute missing posters to help find Daniel, please email me at cmproffitt at gmail dot com. I'll send you a better quality image than the one above and some information about where to post them. Thank you to my amazing friends and family who have already embarked on Operation Saturate Utah with Daniel's Face. You guys are incredible. 

Danny

Danny's picture is already making the rounds on Facebook but I thought I'd throw it up here as well. This is my brother- he's been missing since November 15th (last Saturday). He was last seen in Provo, Utah. He's 16 years old, tall, skinny, and last seen wearing a hoodie with a light jacket over it. Chances are, he doesn't have access to a computer. Chances are, the people who have seen his face don't read my blog. I can't help but do everything I can, which isn't much right now. If you belong to Facebook and would like to spread the word of Danny's disappearance and share his photo, you can join the group Find Daniel Tueller- URGENT. Thank you to all the friends, family and complete strangers who have expressed their concern and desire to pray for my brother. It really does mean so much to me and my family. We'll be sure to let you know if we learn anything new. 

Most. Jealous. Sister. Ever.

I'm posting a video taken by my youngest brother Christian because I'm super jealous that he got to attend this event with my dad the other night. I'm hoping it will prompt him to start a blog of his own, because- hello, he's going to high school in CAIRO EGYPT for heaven's sake. He's got a plethora of cool things, a blogthora even, to share with the world. I won't mention how annoyed I am that my parents finally decided to leave the Persian Gulf and live in an interesting country AFTER I moved out. That's another blog. 

If you're not familiar with Sufism or whirling dervishes, take a moment to educate yourself. You won't be disappointed. Its kinda fascinating. Sufism in Islam is kind of like Judaism's Kabbalah but not as appealing to crazy celebrities (although, I don't see why not- it looks like a great workout). Anyways, he did a pretty good job filming especially since video cameras were not allowed. Thanks, Chris, for giving me a little taste of what regular kids in CAIRO EGYPT do for fun. I'm totally jealous. 

And on a much sadder note, I am the most concerned sister ever because my brother Danny is missing. I know its ridiculous, but I keep checking his Facebook page hoping that he'll update his status or something: Daniel is... safe and sound back at Heritage or even Daniel is... sitting in a jail cell. I don't care where he, I just want to know he's okay. Lets keep him in our prayers. 

Best. Husband. Ever.

After much debate, I decided that a picture of Booker's first poop in the potty is not blog appropriate but it's definitely worth blogging about because I am one proud mama right now. We are definitely not close to being fully potty-trained but at least we're thinking about it. On a related note, you know your life is drastically different when you must change the lyrics to a certain Kings of Leon song to "your socks are on fire" because your toddler is singing along with you. The time to pay close attention to music lyrics, TV shows, magazines and bad words has arrived. Sigh. I hate growing up.

And on an unrelated note, last night Clark asked why I have never written an adoring blog post about him and how wonderful he is. Perhaps the biggest reason is because those blog posts seem boring and typical to me. And they also seem a little impersonal (for Clark) and way too personal (for the blogging world). How about I just tell you how wonderful and amazing you are to your face, or better yet, I'll let you know tonight after we get the kids to bed...

So to teach Clark a lesson, I'm taking a page from Carly and Daniel's book (or blog) and I will publicly declare 5 things Clark needs to do in order to stay married to me....

1. Make more money. We all know the key to a successful marriage is MONEY. I want a flat screen TV above Ike's crib so I don't have to actually look at my kid while I'm feeding him.

2. Quit making me hang out with your crazy family. You drag me up to Mesa every other weekend to hang out with YOUR family. In fact, in order to stay married to me we have to move to Cairo immediately so I can enjoy the experience of both living in a third world country and living in a third world country with my mom.

3. Spend more time with your kids. Its not enough that you are met on the driveway each evening by a toddler wielding a baseball bat. Its not enough that you throw the ball to him between bites of your dinner and that measly little hour you spend reading stories to him each night is definitely NOT ENOUGH. Also, grow a pair of breasts so you can spend more time with "the other one."

4. Lighten up. Don't take everything so seriously. I've never known someone who is as easily offended as you. I'm sorry I made fun of your retarded dishwasher-loading skills. QUIT CRYING ABOUT IT.

5. Give me your iPhone. That one is serious. Give it to me. I want it.

Its never too soon

to think about your Christmas card. 

November 4, 2008

It happened to us...

I'm pretty sure that every parent in the history of crayons has had one of these moments. Well, we just had our first. It all started with this picture- "a dolphin in a rocket ship" according to Booker. Booker was happily drawing away when I told him he needed to finish up because it was nap time. He wanted to bring his paper and crayons into his room, but I said no. Big mistake. 

Well, fast forward two hours and this is what I find. Who knows where he got the crayon (stashed away in his pocket?) All I know is that now Booker's wall is covered in dolphins, rocket ships, dolphins riding in rocket ships...

And not just his wall- his bookshelf, his Diego car, backpack and any other toys/books that happened to be out. I should have listened more carefully to his shouts before he fell asleep because he was probably asking for permission. When he got no answer, he started coloring away. 
Thank goodness for Mr. Clean's Magic Erasers.