Thursday, May 29, 2008
Nope, you are not going to see any pictures here. I have been thinking, though. Lately Bill and I have been laughing at Kate because when she bends over and has her arms out in front of her, she totally has baby boobs (with indented nipples, I might add.) She is so funny.
So as I bathed her last night, I was thinking...I figured it out. I have no cleavage because she has sucked it all out of me and is keeping it all for herself. Smart girl. Maybe she won't be flat-chested like me her whole life.
Like I said, I would like to post pictures, but for fear of wack-o's out there, I won't. And everyone has seen a cute, chubby baby before. Just picture that.
Mystery solved. Now on to the mystery of the disappearing pacifiers. All of Hayden's pacifiers keep disappearing, and we can't find them anywhere! But I think I am on Hayden's trail. And the end of the trail seems to be the trash. Hmmmm......is he trying to tell me something? No more binkies? Yeah right!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
So many parts, and he REALLY doesn't want to read the instructions! Looks like fun, Honey!
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Oh, oops, that would be my kid. And I admittedly had not been watching her. I was cutting Bill's hair and she got bored sitting in her seat, so Hayden helped her out and gave her a cupcake. She is obviously entertained now! How could I get mad at this? She is tasting her first cupcake, so all I could do was take a picture!
***But who is this, and where is his mother? Does he think he is Tarzan, or maybe Spiderman? (Or just a two year old boy?)
Oh, it's my "Walmart - ad - reading - leg - hanging -off - the - counter - Hayden!" And his mother is taking a picture! He now likes to look at ads this way. He usually has his legs completely hanging off the counter while he just chills out looking at ads. Silly boy!
***So, then who is this kid?
Oh, again, that would be one of mine. That is my pirate, Rylee. Her class at school did an opera (they work on it all year and write the whole thing from scratch) and she was a pirate. So cute! She thought she was big stuff with the big gold hoop earrings. Now she thinks I am a big, mean, pirate mama for stealing them from her because she can't have "dangly" earrings until she is a bit older. I think I might have a daughter who runs off with the pirates just so she can wear big earrings.
***Then we have the kid who I know, but can hardly believe she is getting so big...
We went to her end of year pre-school program this morning, and I can't believe how big she is! My little Lana was singing the songs and being so big in the program. Thank goodness she has one more year before she goes into Kindergarten, but I know the time will fly!I know that these two darling girls aren't both mine, but it is crazy to me to think that when those girls first "met" they were just babies (6 and 9 months old) and now they are best buddies and have gone through a year of pre-school already. Before I can blink, we will probably have the same shot - only they will be in caps and gowns at their high school graduation. I hope they always stay best buddies!
And...A BIG THANK YOU to her wonderful pre-school teacher for making her first school experience such a fantastic one! Lana LOVES to go to school because of this wonderful teacher. I don't know what we would do without her. She is so kind and patient and sweet and loving to all of the kids in her class, and we are so excited that Lana gets to spend another year with her. What a great way to prepare for Kindergarten! Thank you again for an awesome year! Lana LOVES you, and for that so do Bill and I! You are amazing!
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
You know when you have a zit that you want to just squeeze and have some big ol' head pop out like a Jack-In-The-Box and hit the mirror? That is what I want to have happen, but it just isn't. It just hurts! I feel like I am fourteen again! What is the deal?
So here is my question: Anyone got any tried and true zit remover solutions? (No, do not think I am trying Windex!) I have tried lemon juice, which usually works for me, but not this time. This is a stubborn bugger. HELP! I need a solution - quick! I don't have enough make-up to cover up China much longer!
Monday, May 19, 2008
Last week at school they had "Dads and Donuts" one morning. The dads go with the kids to school forty-five minutes early and eat donuts and read books with their kids until school starts. It is such a fun tradition (they also do Moms and Muffins earlier in the year) because the dads all come out of the wood works. Maybe it is the donuts, but I like to give them the benefit of the doubt that they really like this special time with their kids. Anyway, on that morning I sent Rylee to school with an apple cut up in a baggie so that she has something a little more nutritious to eat with her donut for breakfast. She was fine with it until she saw one of her other friends eating donuts and looked around and realized no one else had apples. She said, "Dad, why did we have to bring apples? That is pretty dumb that we had to bring apples..." Wow, I am such an embarrassing mother! Poor girl. Get used to it!
Second Illustration: Rylee has a crush on this boy in her class that (and I know this is mean to say about another child) Bill and I CANNOT STAND! He drives us crazy. Kind of a mommy's boy, thinks he's funny, but he really isn't - he's just annoying kind of a kid. But Rylee thinks he is the end all be all. Heaven help us. And to make matters worse, the more we tell her to not be silly about boys, the more she does the opposite. Every day after school the first thing out of her mouth is, "Guess what _________ did today?" DO I CARE? NO, I CAN'T STAND THE KID!!! But I politely listen and remind her again to stop being silly about boys. So my concern: What happens when she is sixteen and brings home a boy to go out with that I can't stand? Or even worse: What if she brings home a dang boy that Bill and I can't stand and she says she is in love with him and they are getting married? I guess I will just start praying now that someone I adore will marry her. Maybe a little reverse psychology would work here. I should tell her I can't stand the boys I really like, and then just to defy me she will marry one of them. Then I win, but she doesn't need to know I do! I have a few years to keep scheming...
Third illustration: Last week when the Utah Jazz were playing the Lakers, Rylee said, "Mom, do you like the Jazz?" I said, "Yeah, I guess." I am kind of a fair weather fan. When they are having a crappy season, I couldn't care less about them. But if they are doing well and are moving through the playoffs with some success, then I start to get excited and watch the games. So when I replied that I liked the Jazz, Rylee said, "I don't; I like the Lakers," in a little defiant - take that kind of tone. My jaw dropped and I said, "Why do you like the Lakers?" For starters, I didn't even know that she knew the Jazz were playing the Lakers. Sheesh! She said, "Some boys in my class are wearing Laker shirts and I like them. And besides, the Jazz stink." (Something she had obviously heard me say in the past - oops, I guess she was listening.) She really does care more about going with what her peers like more than what her parents like. Crap, I am in for it!
How dare my first grader grow a brain of her own or decide to go with the opinions of her peers over those of Bill and I? I do want her to think for herself, of course. I don't want my daughter to grow up brainless and just blindly follow everything I ever tell her, but this obvious "rebellion" if you can call it that on such a small scale freaks me out a bit! Oh, what is a mom to do? Pray, I guess. And hard.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Life is good. "See, Mom, I love this stuff. You don't know anything." And so I wait with the camera...
Two seconds later he is saying,"It's HOT," and pulling it out of his mouth to give it back to me. See, moms are worth listening to sometimes!
Then, yesterday morning, I was trying to take a shower and so I asked Rylee to keep an eye on Kate and Hayden for me. Hayden was laying on the floor with his pillow and blanket, like he does every morning. For some reason, this means Kate needs to crawl over and attack his head. My daughter, the very creative and resourceful one, came up with a solution to keep Kate away from Hayden in order to keep the peace. When I got out of the shower this is what I found:
Rylee got a laundry basket and put two pillows in it from the couch for Kate to be nice and comfy and then put a blanket over her with toys and a binkie. Looks like Kate is having fun, so I won't complain about the solution. Laundry baskets are great to trap your baby sister in!!! Just make it fun and she won't realize you did it to trap her!:)
And this post wouldn't be fair (I have a little Rylee who likes to read our blog) if I didn't include cute pictures of Rylee and Lana...
Rylee ready for school and looking lovely. You should see her in this dress. She dances around in it like crazy. She picks up the skirt and dances like a "can-can" girl. Know what I mean? It is funny. It was tempting to video her dancing in it and dub the song "I Feel Pretty" onto it. Seriously, such a girlie girl!
And today was Teddy Bear day at pre-school for Lana. So she had to get some pictures taken with her teddy bear before school!
Makes me want to snuggle the cutie with her bear and just take a nap...
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Sorry about the blurry picture...My camera didn't like the white glare with the flash! But you get the idea!
Friday, May 9, 2008
She reaches farther and farther down and leans over more, and then looks up at me like, "Ha! Scared ya, didn't I!" She is so fun!
Then we have Lana who is always giggling and the other night when she started to say family prayer, she started with "One, two, three" instead of the proper beginning to a prayer. Silly girl. And when she was trying to say something she loved about me she just kept giggling and said, "I loved it today when Mom...Uh...giggle some more...Uh, Spit it out Lana...giggle some more....I love it when she....Uh...She has weally pwetty eyes." What a ham! She definitely listens to me because she told herself to "spit it out." I say that to the kids all the time when they are distracted and stuttering while they talk to me. Am I mean?
Then we have the Hayden Buddy. Wow, he is turning into SUCH A BOY! He is always climbing on the counter to get out the Elmo band-aids, he colors on everything, he tries to escape to run outside any time he can, and he is getting so hard to keep up with! But it is so sweet when I am doing laundry and he comes in like a little Linus, dragging his blankie behind him saying, "Warm!" He loves it when he can put his blanket in the dryer and get it warm and then snuggle with me. I love that! He snuggles with me more than any of my other kids have. It makes up for the mischief.
And one more thing...As we speak, Lana has a little friend from the ward over here and they are trying to play hide and seek with ice. I guess I know when I have found the ice when I step in water, eh!?
See, the fun stuff you get to enjoy when you are a mom! Really, this Mother's Day, I am glad I get to be a mom of these fun little stinkers! I am so grateful to be a part of all of these silly little things they do. I LOVE IT!
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
So, to set the record straight...Mother's Day isn't my favorite holiday because I have the normal woman syndrome of beating myself up for being imperfect and then convincing myself that I have failed my kids. But, hey, what mom hasn't screwed their kids up in one way or another?
Secondly, I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea about Bill or the kids. They try so hard to make Mother's Day special for me. And I know that Bill is trying extra hard this year, so I don't want to undermine his efforts. He is awesome and the kids are so sweet - they have been coloring pictures for me all week and are so excited for Mother's Day. It really is cute.
I guess I just need to stop thinking that my poor kids got the short end of the stick when it comes to their mom and just keep doing the best I can.
So that is what I wish for all moms this Mother's Day: Just be content and happy with the mom you are and be grateful you have been sent your sweet kids because you can't be completely worthless if you are called "Mom" by a sweet kid.
Friday, May 2, 2008
I show you the following picture not to show of any sort of "skill" that I have because I am still practicing. My first few bows are not the prettiest. But I do show this picture to show that I am now officially going to have to join the "hair bows anonymous" support group as I have become addicted. That is okay, though. I will just drop into their meetings when I take Rylee to her "Spongebob Anonymous" group. They are just down the hall from each other. Seriously, though, this is what I got done yesterday. Nope, didn't cook, didn't clean much, I let the laundry just sit there undone, and I just warmed up leftover pizza for lunch for the kids. That's all - no vegetables or anything else with it (well, except for Ranch to dip their pizza in - so healthy, I know!) I just wanted to make bows. And guess what I will probably be doing today?! You got it!
Thanks, Blackeyedsue, for a fun morning of bow-making and for opening up your home to all of these women and our four thousand kids we brought! But most of all, thank you for helping making this world a prettier place by teaching us the art of "bow-making!" You rock!