Monday, December 12, 2011
Picking out our tree
Everyone taking a turn to saw it down
Catching it as it falls
Carrying it down to the car
(Oops, No pics of decoration it)
And the cat has a new favorite place to nap.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Its amazing how time flies and they grow up so fast. Grow up as in all ready 8 years old. Crazy!To celebrate her 8th birthday we had hamburgers, cake and showered her with presents. Ok not really a shower, but a 3DS is quite spendy. She deserves it though.
I love this Girl!
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Here it is:
As you can see, not very amusing. For us or Samantha. But this is the kid that will sit and watch a scary movie with eyes wide open. While Garrett will leave the room or cover his eyes with just a hint of eerie music playing in case there is a jumpy/scary part. Even if its not a scary show.
I'm quite amazed at the differences in ALL of my children. When one thing works for one it most likely will not work for another. It sure does keep me on my toes and makes my brain churn a lot more when I'm trying to figure them all out.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
P.S. Everyone doesn't include the Mister..poor dude slept through all the bumming cause he had to work. Neener Neener :D
Sunday, September 18, 2011
But I sit on my ass like a lump on a log.
My laundry is folded, but left in a pile.
It has been sitting there for quite a while.
My children are fed, clothed and happy.
But the number of photos I take are crappy.
I spend my time on the computer a lot.
But obviously not posting on blogspot.
I'm enjoying GBTV and the Blaze.
But Facebook and Blogger are in a haze.
I hope to make up to you the lame posts.
And a comment from you is what i want most!
Here is a picture of my first loaf of bread.
A couple of dorks with stuff on their head.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Now some say that Big Foot is a myth. A Tall Tale. A Hoax. Whatever. I think that is all true. I am 97.0876% sure that any sightings and evidence are made up by 10-14 year old boys who are too little for their own feet. My Proof:
My 10 year old sons foot. It is GINORMOUS!!! I am surprised he isn't tripping on them a thousand times a day. How in the heck is he able to move those things with his skinny, get-a-way sticks? Ok, I am a little grateful when he leaves his flip flops by the door so I can slip them on to go get the mail. But come on; I'm a ladies size 9!!! I am totally aware now why all the Deacons in church on Sunday wear tennis shoes with their nice white shirts and ties. What parent would want to spend dollar after dollar on replacing nice church shoes when the boys can not wear them more than 2 Sundays before they out grow them!?!
Anyone got any ideas when his feet will stop growing? I'm sure he has another 3 -4 sizes to go. But I really can't imagine a ten year old with a size 12 shoe. My son will look like this!
By the way, If you haven't seen this flick yet, you should.
It is great!!
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Something I have always done for my babies is letting them have a binky. AKA Pacifier, Nuke, Plug, MuteButton, Sucky, Beebee, etc. etc. etc.
To me it always seemed easier than letting them suck on their fingers. (Which just grosses me out completely.) Plus when the time came, I knew I could always take away a Binky, I couldn't take away their thumbs. I also hate it when babies suck on everything. Mouthers we call them. Toys dripping with slobber. And much worse. GROSS!!! Most kids will mouthe toys and stuff. That is how they learn about things. But I am against learning. Hehe not really, just mouthing. So the binky would always be given to the kid when they were trying to slobber on stuff.
My first two children gave their binkies up on their own around 8 months. The third also did. But....after a few months she found one and was stuck with it until her third birthday. Which then she gave up all by herself in order to get her birthday presents. Kid number four....well, I think I might have a problem. Only 7 more months until he is 3.
All of his binkies here with him but one. (Sad that I know how many he has huh?!?) He does pretty good during the day to not need them.. He is too the point where it is nap time and bed time only. Some days are not so good but that is usually cause Daddy isn't home to take them away. He loves them and I love him and anyhing I can do to keep him a baby longer is acceptable....Right?!?
Even if he ends up sucking on these things until he is 20. I'm more ok with that then him sucking on anything else.
Oh wait, there are 2 missing in the picture. I better go check in the car and under his bed ;)
Saturday, August 13, 2011
I won't sum up the entirety of the family trips all in one post. Instead here is a little blurp from the trip we took down to the Oregon coast. On our way home we stopped by Tillamook and checked out the Cheese Factory. Lots of people, long lines and lotsa cheese.
We had to bribe the kids with Ice Cream to get them to take these pictures with the cow. Then we decided it was too long of a line to get some ice cream. But by then the kids forgot all about the bribe and didn't even care. Instead we bought some "Squeaky" Cheese, Garlic White Cheddar cheese, and a bunch of Cow Tails.
The next picture I wanted to take was a pain because there was always some other family inside the Cheese Van. So I told Riggles to wait his turn and take the picture while I went to the gift shop.
Friday, July 22, 2011
So as I sit here staring at the ceiling thinking about those things that I should blog about. The only really good highlight was early this morning while I was still in bed. NO!!! It wasn't that.....My husband would be way to happy if that happened. But it was a really weird, vivid, realistic dream that didn't make any sense at all. But I enjoyed it. Probably because I don't get out much. Any form of entertainment, including my own dreams is enjoyable.
Let's see how much I can re-tell for it to make any sense. Because we all know how dreams switch characters, places and moods from one scene to the next without any sense at all.
It all started in a 4 runner type vehicle. I was with my Hubby and somebody else. We had gotten pulled over by some weird truck with a tiny emergency light on the top of it. The cop that pulled us over wasn't a cop at all. It was some hillbilly psycho path with a partner and a super long shot gun ready to blast my husband. I knew this really couldn't happen because of my Hero LEO husband and his amazing skills and senses so I stopped the action in my head and rewound to the beginning. I warned my husband what was really going to happen. I jumped out of the 4runner and headed into a little tiny white car. Like an Escort of something...but much worse. It went soooo slow. But I was all ready doing what I had planned to do, distract the psycho path hill billys away from my husband. *side note not in dream*for those of you who have been there, the next part of my dream takes place on the Mt. Crest road that goes from Hyrum to Nibley, Utah. *end side note* I started driving up the hill towards Hyrum but the car is soooo slow going up hill the bad guys are catching up. I swerve into traffic at the top of the hill and pull a U-E. I start coasting down the hill. I am broadcasting over the radio station for those in the area to come help me. I finally get word that there is a farm just over the next hill where I can pull in and hide. I do so. I find a better car and hide in it. But people start coming out of the houses and start walking by me and noticing me. I was scared they were going to give me away to the Psycho Hill Billy, but they actually wanted to help me. Or so I thought.
**This is where the dream gets really weird**And I'm not in a chase any more
I'm at this farm house. And the head 'farmer' is Elliot from Deadliest Catch. This is his ranch and accepts me warmly in. I come to find out this is a polygamist ranch. And Elliot as a bunch of wives and children. There are also a ton of other guys here. I assume they are the other husbands of other wives. They offer me a place as a wife. I consider this as the time goes by but the more I hang around and talk to them the more I don't like it or want to be a part of it. And I'm confused at why these women still want to be here. It seems like they are almost trapped in being taking care of to leave. So one of the things I find out it is that we can still choose what church we want to go to. I comment to the other lady, "Oh good because I love the LDS church." And she said, "No, we can't choose any church. We can chooose out 3 churches he (the polygamist) says we can. Some other weird stuff went on that I found out about and I was not for it so I was ready to leave. One of my sisters...(Lori..hehe)...told me I was stupid for leaving and that I was not going to get anything better anywhere else. I started yelling at her that that wasn't true and she knew what I knew about the Savior and needed to just put her big girl panties on and do the right thing. All this was being said while I was hitting her with a little kids folding chair with Lightning McQueen on it.
I started gathering up my clothes. I shoved them in the 4 bags I brought with me. **which doesn't make any sense from the beginning of the dream** I couldn't find my huge "leather saddle bag"**don't know just a big leather duffel bag but that's what i called it in my dream**
I asked everyone for it. Because that is was I need to fit my baby Ben's clothes in to get the heck out of there. I asked Elliot, the Polygamist, who was sitting on a stairway with some of his wives around him for a garbage sack to use instead. He said yes but only cause I told him it was for Ben's clothes. He was stubborn and rude because I was leaving his ranch and wouldn't do anything to help me. He insisted that Ben get something to eat before I left so I agreed and he started to feed Ben some baked beans. While stuffing Ben's clothes in the garbage bag I get a call on my phone from my Hubby. He says that he was on his way to rescue me. But he couldn't find his mom. It was her car they were rescuing me with. He said she had gotten into a fight with some lady about the road construction. And then............
The End....I woke up.
I know....how could something like that end that way. I'm dying to know what happened. And I'm pretty sure I won't be dreaming the ending to that one.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Too many slugs
Which eat to many veggies.
So I picked up some slug bait and hopefully that will control the
Friday, July 15, 2011
I've all ready told the How It Happened Story here.
So, on this day, I will share a few things that come to mind on what I have learned about my marriage these past 11 years.
- He won't EVER understand me . I won't EVER understand him. (But I kinda do because I'm posting this
.His mind is a box. My mind is a bunch of circuits that go pretty much crazy all the time. He is male. I am female. We balance each other out. That's just the way it is.
- No matter how many times I tell him to try something new, or about how cool something is, he is not willing to try it until one of his 'buddies' says something good about the same thing. (But he denies that he does that)
- He is my best friend. If I had to choose anybody to travel, shop, fight, laugh, binge, veg or do anything with. He will always be my first pick
- My sex drive is never going to catch up to his.
- When I ask him what I should cook for dinner, he says he doesn't care, but will wrinkle his nose up when I decide on something he doesn't care for. But eats every bite plus some.
- The more a man looses his hair on the head, the more it grows everywhere else.
- Marriage life is pretty easy when both of us seem to have the same goals in the end. But when goals change for one or the other person, FAITH and HOPE and a belief in our Savior Jesus Christ is something that has to be present until the other person sets their sights on the same goal.
- I love Riggles more than anyone is this world. There is no other person here that means more to me than he does. These past 11 years of marriage have been a great blessing. Knowing him for the past 14 years has been so wonderful.
Happy Anniversary My Love!
Thursday, July 14, 2011
The way Garrett is so helpful and becoming such a cool, kind, guy.
The way my garden is growing
The way the girls have been making up dances.
And when a 'depression' commercial comes on, my husband gives me a raised eyebrow look/smirk. He always makes me smile. (He makes me cry too...but not on purpose, I don't even think he knows he does.)
I'm thankful for the sunshine in my life.