The tRicK is to ENJOY lifE. Don't wiSh away your dAys, wAitiNg for betteR ones aheAd. -Marjorie Pay Hinckley

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Blessing or a Curse...

It has been a crazy month full of sick kids, sick mom, and even sick dad (who never gets sick!), a country crossing travel dad, and as noted earlier lots and lots of snow. Amidst all that we have been trying to do some Christmas things, it usually includes some yummy baked goods but our oven quit last week. I have been forcibly relieved from baking this year. I came up with some Christmas style rice crispie treats. Funny little Ky helped me make them, posed for the picture, and then decided she does not like rice crispie treats...

Fun in the Bubbles

After two days of shoveling snow I quit, I let the snow stay in the driveway and played with the kids instead. Johnny wasn't too sure about the cold bubbles, he didn't like the snow on his glove, he kept telling me it was dirty. Kyla was trying to make a snow angel but sunk into her knees getting to a "good spot" so it just had wings.



Johnny got tossed off the back of the sled but it didn't phase him, he got right back on.


This time he got on the front so the next one to fall off the back was not him... smart kid. This is our friend Sarah who came to play with us in ths snow. The schools have been closed for 3 days now and they were getting bored at their house.







Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Bubbles!!

We woke up to 12 inches of SNOW and it is still falling. Johnny calls snow "bubbles" the first time it snowed it took me most of the day to figure out he wasn't asking for a bath but talking about the white stuff outside that looks like a really big bubble bath! Kyla thinks snow means it is Christmas day, so she was really excited about the snow this morning, "its Christmas time!" I was less excited than my kids, it is beautiful, but Steve is conveniently out of town so that means I get to shovel all 12+ inches... It only took me a half hour to get the garbage out...


Monday, December 15, 2008

Johnny's breakfast

Johnny loves bananas!! He also loves trains, today he made his banana slices into a train... He does not love pictures when they are not his idea.

Our November and December

I haven't been keeping up with this blog thing so... you are going to get it all at once. Steve's parents came to stay with us the first part of November. We took them on the "polar express" The grand canyon railroad in Williams, AZ does a 2 hour train ride with the polar express theme, complete with hot chocolate, cookies, and Santa. I have to say my kids were more excited about the cookies than Santa...
Johnny and his treats.

Ky thought the hot chocolate was the best ever!



My two cuties.



We went to Utah for Thanksgiving. Johnny loved playing at grandma's and especially this dress up hat. I think Steve took the picture to balance out all the princess heels and necklace pictures we have...




Funny kids.






Johnny "helping" Beave put the lights on the tree. He loves Chirstmas lights, whenever we see some he says "WOW, lights!! More!"




Making our ginger bread train It is amazing it has candy on it, most ended up in our tummies...


























tagged

I've been tagged...

So here's the rules:
1. Link to the person that tagged you
2. Post the rules on your blog
3. Share six (or five... :) ) non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself
4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.



1. The moment I started taking birth control, almost 7 years ago now, my hair started to curl. It was a slow painful process starting in the back and moving forward, it took YEARS. I really thought I was going to get curly in the back, straight in the front a sought after style... didn't happen. And now it is all curly, from back to front and top to bottom. I thought I was a phenomenon and should be in a book or something. This summer I found out two disturbing facts. #1 my curly hair will not go back straight when my body no longer thinks it is pregnant 24/7... it will probably continue to get curlier and curlier. And #2 I am not the only one... apparently it is common in Tremonton Utah... So I am embracing my curls and the rest of the body alterations that come free of charge with babies.

2. I am 100% addicted to happy endings; in books, movies, real life... everything! Most especially in books. Movies rarely stay with my very long and real life I expect a little unhappy along the way... This summer after a couple year sabbatical from reading novels I started reading again, I don't know why I thought I didn't have the time... I eased myself back in slow, reading a couple teen books to start. Can I just say, perfect for me, everyone learns the appropriate lesson and everyone ends happy. I did graduate to adult reading but still prefer the books that end with a good old happy ending!

3. Nothing can change my mood faster or more effectively than sleep. I have a “pumpkin hour” after which I may still be awake but I may no longer be the charming princess at the ball... I get grumpy. And with out sufficient sleep the previous night, I am still the unpleasant step sister in the morning. It is a well known fact, I try to overcome the grumpy bug but sometimes all I can do is admit to being grumpy and go to sleep. Yesterday Kyla said she was too tired to be nice to Johnny.... I may have to try harder to kick the grumpy bug.

4. I love tradition! Even when I think the tradition is not that great and something new would probably be more fun, I have this overwhelming urge to stick with tradition.

5. I am getting to be a little OCD. Steve would say that is an understatement... I know most if not all the toys my children have and can have a sleepless night over a missing car. There are nine and if we only clean up eight at bedtime it can drive my crazy. I currently have a nagging “where is it” in the back of my mind over a pink princess cell phone...

And there you go. If you feel like you need a tag today, consider yourself tagged.