I have a little thing about wearing snow boots to school. They are big, ugly and clumsy and lets face it, they don't match with anything. So my kids wear their tennis shoes to school, no matter the weather (actually, they don't want to wear snow boots either, I really would let them if they wanted to.) So every day in the winter they come home from school with sopping wet shoes. They take off their wet shoes in the garage, where it is really cold and the next morning their shoes are still soaking wet AND freezing cold. I can't send my kids to school in these frigid temperature with soggy shoes, so this has been my solution. Fire hazard? Yea, maybe, but it works. And after those soggy shoes have slept on the heat vents all night my kids can run out the door each morning with toasty toes... ready to jump in the first snow drift they see.January 23, 2011
A soggy solution
I have a little thing about wearing snow boots to school. They are big, ugly and clumsy and lets face it, they don't match with anything. So my kids wear their tennis shoes to school, no matter the weather (actually, they don't want to wear snow boots either, I really would let them if they wanted to.) So every day in the winter they come home from school with sopping wet shoes. They take off their wet shoes in the garage, where it is really cold and the next morning their shoes are still soaking wet AND freezing cold. I can't send my kids to school in these frigid temperature with soggy shoes, so this has been my solution. Fire hazard? Yea, maybe, but it works. And after those soggy shoes have slept on the heat vents all night my kids can run out the door each morning with toasty toes... ready to jump in the first snow drift they see.
January 22, 2011
B-4 you let January get you down
What do you do when you inherit a big 'ole Bingo Ball?
You buy a bunch of candy and prizes and make a cheesy sign.
You invite a boatload of teenagers over and hand them each a card.
You start spinning that big 'ole ball and keep yelling out letters and numbers until you get hoarse.
And then you close the evening by playing "Ultimate Loser" and awarding the prizes for biggest girl loser, biggest boy loser, and overall loser.
And hope they don't take it personally.
All in all, you liven up an otherwise dark and cold month.
All in all, you liven up an otherwise dark and cold month. And that big 'ole Bingo ball hasn't failed us yet!
A bug's life
One of the activities we did to liven up our dreary January was to host a Bugs Life movie party for the little kids. They were so excited for it and what kid wouldn't be when you....
...get a handful of tickets and then...
... pretend you are a bug and crawl through the grass to get to the theater and then...
...use your tickets to "buy" treats from some pretty cute concession stand workers and then...
...get to spend some quality time with some pretty cute kids, all the while...
...watching a movie about a bunch of misfit bugs. It doesn't get much better than that.
It ain't so tough to be a bug after all!
January 21, 2011
the love of her life
Some kids are attached to blankies, some to dollies, others to their teddy bears. Ashlyn is attached to none of the above. Ashlyn is attached to books. Not one book, not two, but every single book she can get her hands on. Multiple times every day this is how I find my little Ashie.
She reads her books from the library basket at least once a day. What I mean by "reads" is that she talks out loud about the pictures she is looking at. And after she has heard a book just once, she can recite it almost word for word. It is an amazing thing to watch.
She doesn't even care if there are no pictures. If it has pages, she picks it up, carefully turns each page and happily tells herself the story that those pages contain. She loves being read tobut she also loves alone time with her precious books, and sometimes she even prefers it that way. Just a girl and her books.
She reads at the bottom of the stairs.
She reads at the top of the stairs. All day long I pick up a trail of books all over the house.
And she closes each of her busy book reading days with the biggest pile of books you've ever seen. She squeals with delight when she spots a new book she hasn't read before. Her instant best friend is anyone who will let her climb into their lap and read a book with her. The library is like Disneyland. All she wanted for Christmas was books. She loves books. She really, really loves books and I hope she always will. She is a bookworm, a future librarian, the apple of her book selling daddy's eye. And who needs a blankie anyways when you've got yourself a good book! Not Ashlyn, that's for sure!January 19, 2011
We'll bring the world HIS truth
On Trevor's birthday, way back in July, I gave him a world map from IKEA. He loves maps and has always wanted a big one in our house. We hung it on a big open wall in our basement.
We had a Family Home Evening where we talked about missionary work and the importance of it. We talked about how our family wouldn't exist if missionaries hadn't served in the Ventura California mission way back in the day. We talked about how missionary work is a tradition in the Allred family and how many of our relatives have served and served faithfully.
We then marked every mission served in our family from Grandpa on down. We have a total of 60 pins in our map. Three from the Fuehrer side, thanks to my brother in laws, and 57 from Trevor's side. We laughed as we put Trevor's pin in so close to his home state. We marveled at some of the missions so foreign and so far from home. We squeezed 5 pins into the same mission in Germany. We noted that we have missions in every continent except Africa. We felt a deep love and gratitude for all of our family members and their great examples and their service. We hoped that the message would sink in.
The message being that missionary work is so important. That missionary work is what the Allreds do. The world needs His truth and it will be these future missionaries who will bring it to them no matter where they are called because, well, because it is in their blood. And we are greatly looking forward to the day when we stick 4 (or more) of our own pins into our missionary map. We are as the armies of Helaman.
We will be the Lord's missionaries.
We'll bring the world His truth!
January 17, 2011
Thoughts
*January is the worst month ever in Utah. I absolutely love the snow for the holidays and then, on January 2nd, I am done. January is so cold and so dark and so dirty and there really isn't anything to look forward to. It is a hard month, and February isn't much better. But this year I am a little more prepared and I have a few tricks up my sleeve to make this dreary month a little more exciting. We'll see how it goes.
*So we moved to 9:00 a.m. church this year. I have mixed feelings. From 7-9 in the morning I hate it. At 12 noon, I love it. My teenagers are especially struggling with it because it takes away one precious day of sleeping in. I feel bad for them because they do get up really early and work hard all week long and they kind of do need some days to catch up on their sleep. I told them to come home from church and take a good long nap. That's totally what I used to do. I think on fast Sundays I literally slept from the time I got home from church until I could eat again. It worked out perfect for me. I also told them that sacrifice brings blessings. I don't know if they believe me yet.
*The other day I ate a candy bar while I was walking on the treadmill. I really did and I didn't even feel too guilty about it, because it was really good.
*My dad gave me his old Vita-mixer. I am totally into making green drinks for me and my kids now. The first morning I made one, I served it up to all my little kiddies who were all sitting at the counter eagerly awaiting this magic drink I kept telling them about. Brandon took one look into his cup and said, "this looks exactly like Bilbo's fresh poo!" And you know what? It really did. We named our new magic, healthy drink, 'turtle poo' and all of us drank it right down. (Thankfully, it did not taste like turtle poo, not that I would know what turtle poo tasted like.) Anyways, we have enjoyed fresh turtle poo every morning since. Delicious and nutritious, despite the greenish brown color.
*I saw a recipe one day that intrigued me. Kara and I looked it up and even watched a little video on how to make it and that settled it. We were determined to make us some fire and ice pickles. And we did just that. Now that's a cure for the January blues, making fire and ice pickles with your daughter. The verdict is still out on these intriguing pickles because they have to fester in the fridge for 1 week for them to reach their optimal taste. We have 3 days to go and then let the fire and ice pickle tasting begin.
*My kids came home from church with a little scripture and prayer chart to put by their beds since they are learning about the scriptures in Primary. On Monday, Ethan was sitting at the kitchen table with his chart. He was coloring it and doodling on it. And then multiple times as I walked by I saw him with his head down on the table. I finally asked him what he was doing and he replied simply, "I'm praying mom!" Well, there you go. The more you pray, the more squares you get to color in. He colored in a whole bunch of squares that morning. I wouldn't be surprised if half of his chart is complete. Now he can sit back and relax the rest of the month, because his January praying is all checked off. He is one spiritual kid!
*The other day Ashlyn came up to me and said, "Mom, memember when we went to Stinky Petes?" I'm sorry, but I didn't remember Stinky Petes. She said again, "Stinky Petes, memember when I frowed up at Stinky Petes and there is water and slides and I frowed up?" OK, yes, now I remember when you threw up all over the sidewalk and me and you as we were waiting in line to get in at Seven Peaks last summer. How could I forget that day. I have no idea why she was thinking of that, but now it's all she thinks of. She asks every day when we can go to Stinky Petes again. I keep telling her that when the snow melts we can go. Every day she looks out the window, desperately hoping that the snow will be gone. I don't know what I am going to do when that day comes. I'm going to have to come up with one pretty good distraction, that's for sure.
*Brandon is playing basketball this winter. He came home from his first practice and I asked how it went. He said it went good, but that when everyone got there they all changed out of their 'street' shoes and slipped into their fancy basketball shoes. Brandon, of coarse, doesn't have fancy basketball shoes, and he felt a little sorry for himself. But, honestly, I am cheap. And I don't see the point in buying expensive basketball shoes for a short 8 week run. I know, I am a mean cheap mom. Well, luckily he has good friends who don't have mean cheap moms and by the next practice he had 2 sets of hand me down basketball shoes to try on and keep. He tried some on and even though they are a size too big he is thrilled with them. Brandon is great at basketball and so fun to watch. But please imagine those wintery white stick legs coming out of some big ole black, one size too big, basketball shoes. He is a good sport and laughs right along with us as we talk about his new magic shoes. What a confidant and talented kid I have. And you should see his left handed lay up!
*It's January and therefore time to up the ante on my excercise routine. I am pretty faithful about walking on the treadmill, but with this new year have added Jillian Michael's 30 day shred. Feel free to laugh because my family totally does. Like I am really going to get shredded (I don't even really know what shredded means), but I am going to give it a shot. I have been very faithful in doing it every day of the week except Sundays, when of coarse, I rest from my shred. When I was doing it last Saturday, Kara snuck up behind me and started taking pictures, saying "I am so going to blog about this." I was doing jumping jacks in my Rosie robe. It was quite the sight. And it will absolutely never be blogged about. Ever!
*It is the end of term for my older kids. I got an email from Kara's seminary teacher saying that at the end of every term he likes to invite the parents in to bear their testimonies. He said it is always a wonderful meeting and to just email back if we would be able to attend. I wanted Trevor to do it, but he couldn't so I emailed back that I would be there. I mean, what would it look like if Kara was the only one without a parent there? I went and began to feel a little uncomfortable when after 30 minutes I was still the only parent there. Finally and thankfully, one other dad came in and the 2 of us bore our testimonies. Did none of the other parents have the same thought that I did? I guess not. Anyways, it was a wonderful experience and the spirit was strong. Kara has absolutely loved her teacher and her class and has learned so much. I was amazed at this class and this teacher and the whole seminary program here in Utah. It was so different from anything I had ever experienced in Seminary. I am grateful for the amazing teachers and experiences my kids are having in Seminary. It was definitely a highlight of my week.
Until next week, or the next.
*So we moved to 9:00 a.m. church this year. I have mixed feelings. From 7-9 in the morning I hate it. At 12 noon, I love it. My teenagers are especially struggling with it because it takes away one precious day of sleeping in. I feel bad for them because they do get up really early and work hard all week long and they kind of do need some days to catch up on their sleep. I told them to come home from church and take a good long nap. That's totally what I used to do. I think on fast Sundays I literally slept from the time I got home from church until I could eat again. It worked out perfect for me. I also told them that sacrifice brings blessings. I don't know if they believe me yet.
*The other day I ate a candy bar while I was walking on the treadmill. I really did and I didn't even feel too guilty about it, because it was really good.
*My dad gave me his old Vita-mixer. I am totally into making green drinks for me and my kids now. The first morning I made one, I served it up to all my little kiddies who were all sitting at the counter eagerly awaiting this magic drink I kept telling them about. Brandon took one look into his cup and said, "this looks exactly like Bilbo's fresh poo!" And you know what? It really did. We named our new magic, healthy drink, 'turtle poo' and all of us drank it right down. (Thankfully, it did not taste like turtle poo, not that I would know what turtle poo tasted like.) Anyways, we have enjoyed fresh turtle poo every morning since. Delicious and nutritious, despite the greenish brown color.
*I saw a recipe one day that intrigued me. Kara and I looked it up and even watched a little video on how to make it and that settled it. We were determined to make us some fire and ice pickles. And we did just that. Now that's a cure for the January blues, making fire and ice pickles with your daughter. The verdict is still out on these intriguing pickles because they have to fester in the fridge for 1 week for them to reach their optimal taste. We have 3 days to go and then let the fire and ice pickle tasting begin.
*My kids came home from church with a little scripture and prayer chart to put by their beds since they are learning about the scriptures in Primary. On Monday, Ethan was sitting at the kitchen table with his chart. He was coloring it and doodling on it. And then multiple times as I walked by I saw him with his head down on the table. I finally asked him what he was doing and he replied simply, "I'm praying mom!" Well, there you go. The more you pray, the more squares you get to color in. He colored in a whole bunch of squares that morning. I wouldn't be surprised if half of his chart is complete. Now he can sit back and relax the rest of the month, because his January praying is all checked off. He is one spiritual kid!
*The other day Ashlyn came up to me and said, "Mom, memember when we went to Stinky Petes?" I'm sorry, but I didn't remember Stinky Petes. She said again, "Stinky Petes, memember when I frowed up at Stinky Petes and there is water and slides and I frowed up?" OK, yes, now I remember when you threw up all over the sidewalk and me and you as we were waiting in line to get in at Seven Peaks last summer. How could I forget that day. I have no idea why she was thinking of that, but now it's all she thinks of. She asks every day when we can go to Stinky Petes again. I keep telling her that when the snow melts we can go. Every day she looks out the window, desperately hoping that the snow will be gone. I don't know what I am going to do when that day comes. I'm going to have to come up with one pretty good distraction, that's for sure.
*Brandon is playing basketball this winter. He came home from his first practice and I asked how it went. He said it went good, but that when everyone got there they all changed out of their 'street' shoes and slipped into their fancy basketball shoes. Brandon, of coarse, doesn't have fancy basketball shoes, and he felt a little sorry for himself. But, honestly, I am cheap. And I don't see the point in buying expensive basketball shoes for a short 8 week run. I know, I am a mean cheap mom. Well, luckily he has good friends who don't have mean cheap moms and by the next practice he had 2 sets of hand me down basketball shoes to try on and keep. He tried some on and even though they are a size too big he is thrilled with them. Brandon is great at basketball and so fun to watch. But please imagine those wintery white stick legs coming out of some big ole black, one size too big, basketball shoes. He is a good sport and laughs right along with us as we talk about his new magic shoes. What a confidant and talented kid I have. And you should see his left handed lay up!
*It's January and therefore time to up the ante on my excercise routine. I am pretty faithful about walking on the treadmill, but with this new year have added Jillian Michael's 30 day shred. Feel free to laugh because my family totally does. Like I am really going to get shredded (I don't even really know what shredded means), but I am going to give it a shot. I have been very faithful in doing it every day of the week except Sundays, when of coarse, I rest from my shred. When I was doing it last Saturday, Kara snuck up behind me and started taking pictures, saying "I am so going to blog about this." I was doing jumping jacks in my Rosie robe. It was quite the sight. And it will absolutely never be blogged about. Ever!
*It is the end of term for my older kids. I got an email from Kara's seminary teacher saying that at the end of every term he likes to invite the parents in to bear their testimonies. He said it is always a wonderful meeting and to just email back if we would be able to attend. I wanted Trevor to do it, but he couldn't so I emailed back that I would be there. I mean, what would it look like if Kara was the only one without a parent there? I went and began to feel a little uncomfortable when after 30 minutes I was still the only parent there. Finally and thankfully, one other dad came in and the 2 of us bore our testimonies. Did none of the other parents have the same thought that I did? I guess not. Anyways, it was a wonderful experience and the spirit was strong. Kara has absolutely loved her teacher and her class and has learned so much. I was amazed at this class and this teacher and the whole seminary program here in Utah. It was so different from anything I had ever experienced in Seminary. I am grateful for the amazing teachers and experiences my kids are having in Seminary. It was definitely a highlight of my week.
Until next week, or the next.
January 13, 2011
Paper clips and Pyramids
Right before Christmas we had a week that every single kid had some sort of project, report, humongo test or something like that due. It was crazy. I try to let them do most of the work, but also feel like it is a time to teach them how to do well researched and thorough reports and projects. And frankly, some of them need my help and guidance and brainstorming to get them started. They are learning and I am helping in that process, that's the way that I look at it. It's part of my job. It can sometimes be a hard balance, of how much help to give, but we are figuring it out together. Here are a few of those projects.
Bryce had to come up with a creative way to do his book report on "The Lost Hero." I gave him a few ideas, proofread his written report and then took pictures of his awesome paperclip creation.
He was so proud of the three heroes he made who were fighting the big gianthe made who was guarding the goddess Hera, whom he also made, who was in prison. There was also a dragon in the corner that you can't see in this picture. It was so Bryce. He loved doing it and he did a great job.
Brandon had just finished a big unit on Ancient Egypt and had to write a report on King Tut and create a pyramid out of anything he wanted. His report on King Tut included, on the front cover, a picture of King Tuts mask with a little sign that said "lift." Underneath the picture of the mask was an actual picture of the mummified king. It was pretty cool and a little disturbing.
We then spent about an hour wandering the aisles of Robert's looking for anything that struck his fancy to make a pyramid with. He had several ideas and then he saw the sparkly glitter paper.
It was perfect.
And so was his pyramid.
January 11, 2011
If only...
...he was this quiet,
and this peaceful,
and this gentle,
and this still,
all the time!
(If he was, then my life wouldn't be the same. And I would definitely miss him!)
January 9, 2011
thoughts on a sunday
*I have more thoughts in my head than could ever be written down. It is one of my diseases. My brain never stops. It is why I can't sleep at night. I hate it sometimes. I haven't written my thoughts down for a couple of weeks. I have just been too busy, but I will try to catch up a little this week. We'll see how far I get.
*A girl called Tyler a couple of weeks ago to come over and help her with Geometry. He said, "Sure, I'll be over in about 15 minutes." He's pretty new to this boy/girl thing. How do I know this? Well, because right before he left to go over to her house he ate a whole bag of ranch flavored corn nuts! Really? Corn nuts? I quickly slipped him a stick of gum and he left. He is such a cute boy and one of these days he will care about girls and ...um...his breath!
*It is no secret that I love our pet turtle. Kara calls him my 8th child. I just call him Turd, and yes, I do care for him. So you can imagine my feelings when I heard one of Brandon's friends run down the stairs yelling that the turtle had been dropped. I had the same reaction I sometimes have when I know one of my kids has been hurt. I just sat there, closed my eyes, prayed it wasn't true and that the injuries weren't life threatening and then made Trevor go and check to see if my turtle was OK. I am happy and relieved to report that he survived the mishap. He was a little shaken up, but after a treat of some extra banana slices, he was back to normal. And all is well with my children, all 8 of them!
*All of a sudden I like sushi. I have no idea why or how it happened. But I like it. I even crave it a little. That is really weird, because it's raw fish with little fish eggs on top sometimes. It used to make me cringe, and when you think about it, it's really sick! And now I crave it. Really weird!
*Last month Trevor and I went out to eat with just Kara. We were all sitting cozy in our booth, talking and eating and Kara asked, "So what do you guys do when it's just the 2 of you on a date, gaze into each others eyes or something?" Trevor quickly replied, "We make out." Kara gagged. Right about then I wanted to taste something that Trevor had ordered so he got some on his fork and I tasted it. So I added, "And we feed each other food." And then he added again, "And then we make out some more." By this point Kara had lost her appetite. We thought we were pretty funny. If she only knew that our dates are sometimes the only time we have to talk so they are usually filled with lots of talking, mostly about our kids, and mostly from my mouth, becasue I am the talker and Trevor the patient listener. The make out date actually sounds pretty good, somthing different to do. Something much more fun than talking. Maybe on our next date we'll do just that, make out. It's been a while. We'll try it out, and then come home and report to Kara how it went. I'm sure she'd love that!
*The other night we were watching Paula Abdul's new dance show. My girls immediately ran up and got their dance shoes and were leaping and twirling all over the room. But that is to be expected. What wasn't expected was Eto, my little ballerino! He was hanging in there with the best of them, with moves I can't even describe. There wasn't any twirling, they were very macho moves. I was impressed and completely entertained. It was a great show (my kids, not necessarily the one one TV).
*I bought a snowballer at a garage sale this summer. My kids can make like 50 snowballs in a minute, just like the commercial says. They have used it every time it has snowed and have had awesome snowball fights. Best $.25 I ever spent.
*Ethan told me the other day that he forgot to make a birthday wish when he blew out his candles on his birthday cake (like over a month ago). I asked him what he forgot to wish for and he said, "That it would be a Wii day EVERY day" and then he added in a hushed whisper, "even Sunday!" We'll it's probably a good thing he forgot that one, because then he would be really sad when it NEVER EVER came true!
*I got some boots from Old Navy for Christmas. Actually, they were for Kara, but they didn't fit her so I just kept them for myself. I had to run errands one day and so I slipped on my new boots, hopped in the car and was on my way. When I got to the store and started to walk around I noticed that the boots felt a little different. Something was not right and it was really bothering me. I got home took off the boots and sure enough, one was a size 7 and one a size 8! Is there anything more annoying than that?! Especially when I had already tried to return the boots to get Kara's size and they were completely sold out, not getting any more. What am I supposed to do, walk around with one snug boot and one all loosy goosy?! I don't think so. It will drive me nuts! Aghhh!
*Warning-this story contains potty talk, but it involves a potty so there is no way around it. A couple of weeks ago a certain boy(boy #1), who will remain nameless, was using the bathroom. He noticed there was no toilet paper so he called out to boy # 2, who will also remain nameless, to get him some. Boy # 2 got the TP and then, not wanting to actually go into the bathroom to deliver it just tossed it in. His toss was a little forceful and it knocked Kara's flat iron, which was teetering precariously on the edge of the sink right into the toilet. And lets just say that the toilet had a little more than pee in it, if you know what I mean. The question still remains as to why boy #1 was not actually sitting on the toilet at the time of the toss. Boy #1 still refuses to respond to any inquiries about "the incident." Trevor, the wonderful dad that he is, spent practically 30 minutes disinfecting every square inch of the flat iron. He was very thorough, as he always is. But Kara absolutely refuses to use it. And do you really blame her? And as for the flat iron, well it is still hanging around here, festering. Nobody will touch it. And I just can't, in good conscience, give it to DI where some poor, unsuspecting person would buy it and never know they were using a contaminated appliance on their hair. That would just be wrong. This whole story is wrong, because it is about poo! Wrong, but sadly, true!
And on that lovely note, I will conclude my thoughts.
Until next week!
*A girl called Tyler a couple of weeks ago to come over and help her with Geometry. He said, "Sure, I'll be over in about 15 minutes." He's pretty new to this boy/girl thing. How do I know this? Well, because right before he left to go over to her house he ate a whole bag of ranch flavored corn nuts! Really? Corn nuts? I quickly slipped him a stick of gum and he left. He is such a cute boy and one of these days he will care about girls and ...um...his breath!
*It is no secret that I love our pet turtle. Kara calls him my 8th child. I just call him Turd, and yes, I do care for him. So you can imagine my feelings when I heard one of Brandon's friends run down the stairs yelling that the turtle had been dropped. I had the same reaction I sometimes have when I know one of my kids has been hurt. I just sat there, closed my eyes, prayed it wasn't true and that the injuries weren't life threatening and then made Trevor go and check to see if my turtle was OK. I am happy and relieved to report that he survived the mishap. He was a little shaken up, but after a treat of some extra banana slices, he was back to normal. And all is well with my children, all 8 of them!
*All of a sudden I like sushi. I have no idea why or how it happened. But I like it. I even crave it a little. That is really weird, because it's raw fish with little fish eggs on top sometimes. It used to make me cringe, and when you think about it, it's really sick! And now I crave it. Really weird!
*Last month Trevor and I went out to eat with just Kara. We were all sitting cozy in our booth, talking and eating and Kara asked, "So what do you guys do when it's just the 2 of you on a date, gaze into each others eyes or something?" Trevor quickly replied, "We make out." Kara gagged. Right about then I wanted to taste something that Trevor had ordered so he got some on his fork and I tasted it. So I added, "And we feed each other food." And then he added again, "And then we make out some more." By this point Kara had lost her appetite. We thought we were pretty funny. If she only knew that our dates are sometimes the only time we have to talk so they are usually filled with lots of talking, mostly about our kids, and mostly from my mouth, becasue I am the talker and Trevor the patient listener. The make out date actually sounds pretty good, somthing different to do. Something much more fun than talking. Maybe on our next date we'll do just that, make out. It's been a while. We'll try it out, and then come home and report to Kara how it went. I'm sure she'd love that!
*The other night we were watching Paula Abdul's new dance show. My girls immediately ran up and got their dance shoes and were leaping and twirling all over the room. But that is to be expected. What wasn't expected was Eto, my little ballerino! He was hanging in there with the best of them, with moves I can't even describe. There wasn't any twirling, they were very macho moves. I was impressed and completely entertained. It was a great show (my kids, not necessarily the one one TV).
*I bought a snowballer at a garage sale this summer. My kids can make like 50 snowballs in a minute, just like the commercial says. They have used it every time it has snowed and have had awesome snowball fights. Best $.25 I ever spent.
*Ethan told me the other day that he forgot to make a birthday wish when he blew out his candles on his birthday cake (like over a month ago). I asked him what he forgot to wish for and he said, "That it would be a Wii day EVERY day" and then he added in a hushed whisper, "even Sunday!" We'll it's probably a good thing he forgot that one, because then he would be really sad when it NEVER EVER came true!
*I got some boots from Old Navy for Christmas. Actually, they were for Kara, but they didn't fit her so I just kept them for myself. I had to run errands one day and so I slipped on my new boots, hopped in the car and was on my way. When I got to the store and started to walk around I noticed that the boots felt a little different. Something was not right and it was really bothering me. I got home took off the boots and sure enough, one was a size 7 and one a size 8! Is there anything more annoying than that?! Especially when I had already tried to return the boots to get Kara's size and they were completely sold out, not getting any more. What am I supposed to do, walk around with one snug boot and one all loosy goosy?! I don't think so. It will drive me nuts! Aghhh!
*Warning-this story contains potty talk, but it involves a potty so there is no way around it. A couple of weeks ago a certain boy(boy #1), who will remain nameless, was using the bathroom. He noticed there was no toilet paper so he called out to boy # 2, who will also remain nameless, to get him some. Boy # 2 got the TP and then, not wanting to actually go into the bathroom to deliver it just tossed it in. His toss was a little forceful and it knocked Kara's flat iron, which was teetering precariously on the edge of the sink right into the toilet. And lets just say that the toilet had a little more than pee in it, if you know what I mean. The question still remains as to why boy #1 was not actually sitting on the toilet at the time of the toss. Boy #1 still refuses to respond to any inquiries about "the incident." Trevor, the wonderful dad that he is, spent practically 30 minutes disinfecting every square inch of the flat iron. He was very thorough, as he always is. But Kara absolutely refuses to use it. And do you really blame her? And as for the flat iron, well it is still hanging around here, festering. Nobody will touch it. And I just can't, in good conscience, give it to DI where some poor, unsuspecting person would buy it and never know they were using a contaminated appliance on their hair. That would just be wrong. This whole story is wrong, because it is about poo! Wrong, but sadly, true!
And on that lovely note, I will conclude my thoughts.
Until next week!
January 3, 2011
The greatest snow on earth...
...is right in our backyard!
We were bored on New Year's Day. Really bored. And lazy.
Bored and lazy are not words that sit well with Trevor. He claims he has never been bored a day in his life. So he decided to do something about it.
He made everyone bundle up and we headed around the corner to the park by our house. It was a great decision. It was a perfect day for sledding.
This little one was having a blast. I couldn't believe it. She would go all by herself. She would go headfirst. She whizzed down that hill so fast she was like a tiny pink blur. And then the tiny pink blur would patiently wait at the bottom for her brother to come.
The pink blur would then lie very still as she was pulled all the way back up the hill only to do it all over again. Spoiled? Ya think?
There were a lot of people there, but it didn't matter. It is this massive hill to sled on and we had a great run all to ourselves (it even had a jump!). I don't know how, but people were sledding all over the place and no one was running into each other; everyone had a place to be and sled and it was great.
Thanks dad, for a fun New Year's Day activity!
There was nothing boring or lazy about it, that's for sure.
This little one was having a blast. I couldn't believe it. She would go all by herself. She would go headfirst. She whizzed down that hill so fast she was like a tiny pink blur. And then the tiny pink blur would patiently wait at the bottom for her brother to come.
The pink blur would then lie very still as she was pulled all the way back up the hill only to do it all over again. Spoiled? Ya think?
There were a lot of people there, but it didn't matter. It is this massive hill to sled on and we had a great run all to ourselves (it even had a jump!). I don't know how, but people were sledding all over the place and no one was running into each other; everyone had a place to be and sled and it was great.
Thanks dad, for a fun New Year's Day activity!There was nothing boring or lazy about it, that's for sure.
And that's just the way Trevor wanted it to be.
January 2, 2011
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