Testing, Testing, Does this Thing Still Work?

Sometimes, in the weeee hours of the night (oh, ok, 9:30pm--but that's considered wee hours when you're old like me) you start thinking about all these things that you would like to accomplish--or, shall we say, you start thinking of "what you want to be when you grow up".
Tonight, yet again, is one of those nights. Let's be honest, I feel like every night is one of those nights. When you lay down, after you've put the last kiddo to bed, where you sit down and start thinking of how tomorrow you're going to spend less time doing dumb things like sweeping 1600 times a day, and do things that make a difference.

So, on the list tonight--besides telling myself that I would get better at the bedtime routine (which is something I plan to fix every night); was getting back to my blog.

I started my blog many moons ago for 3 reasons.
1. it was the cool thing to do. And since I'm obviously very cool, I had to do it.
2. We had family that lived in far off lands that needed to know that we were alive and still cute.
3. I wanted something for my kids to read when they got older and smile at. Since I'm a horrible journal-er...(yes, I'm sure that's a real word) I used my blog for that purpose.

Well- I feel as though blogs are "so yesterday" (to some extent. you have those peeps that are professional journalists that still write incredible literature that millions of people subscribe to--I'm not one of those people.)--but I still have family in far off lands that like to know our whereabouts. And I still feel like I should be able to show my kids how their yesteryear's were. In today's society of Facebook and Instagram--not enough good stories are told.

So I'm back to tell stories. You don't need to read them by any means. But my children do. And so does my mother-in-law.

I'll probably go through pictures and back track a few years as well as throw in new goodies. I love me some good reminiscing. Time for some [written] fun.

But first bedtime. After all- it's 10:11pm and I should have been in bed 2 hours ago.

"House" Painting

When moving into my Mom and Pauls house it was inevitable that I was going to have to eventually paint all the walls, nooks, and crannies. That's my nature. I paint things. Especially anything that is the color of "wood". So, in our attempts to make this a fun family activity we invited the girls a long to help....buuuuut, I'm not that dumb as to just give them a brush and let them have a go at it. I found some little wood blocks and some colorful paint so they had a project too.

Riley was super meticulous and made sure each and every part of her blocks were covered. I'm sure she had some kind of great idea to do with the blocks once she was all done with them. I should have known that the other 2 itty bittys would have more paint  end up on their little bodies than anywhere that it was intended to be. Luckily for them they look so gosh darn cute with paint all over them--so out came the camera.

MoNkEyInG ArOuNd

My poor husband does not have any little boys to grow up and become world renown soccer stars. He also doesn't have any girls that will do that either (Although, Bia might turn out to be our little soccer diva).

So, it was only fate that when daddy invited us to watch a soccer game for the boys that he coaches--the girls would want to end up walking across the field to the playground.

And I HAPPENED to have my handy dandy camera with me to catch some cute girls on film...ok, ok, I know, I always have my camera on me....enjoy some pictures regardless.

Our little Pooch

We said some tearful and sad good byes to our little pooch. Sophie was hit by a car and unfortunately passed away. Luckily for her- she seemed to have been killed right away instead of suffering a long time. Her best bud Riley took it pretty hard and clung to her collar for weeks upon weeks after.
We loved our little Sophie dog. She was a good one. Grandpa Glen is probably enjoying her up in heaven as they go on nice little excursions up there.

A Decade...uh...WHAT?!

My sweet little baby girl turned 10 this year.

no, no, no, no, no...that's a typo...

10?!?!?!?!

THAT IS A DECADE

THAT IS DOUBLE DIGITS

THAT IS COMPLETLEY......depressing.

*moment of silence whilst I sob*
I will continue to try and type through the pain and agony I feel at this moment in time.

My little beauty has been nothing but a beacon of light in my life. What a lovely blessing and example she is to me every day.

We started her day off with her favorite breakfast: Scrambled eggs with peppers and onions, bacon, and strawberries with whipped cream.
Being that I'm truly that lamest mother in the whole world- I then made her go to school.

For months upon months before her birthday she kept telling me she wanted a pink stripe in her hair. Every time she asked I would simply reply "ask for your birthday" thinking surely by the time her birthday came around she would have forgotten (The girl makes thousands of birthday lists every year)

However....that was the one thing that remained on her silly little list. ugh. So sure enough--one of her gifts was to get a pink stripe (I justified it because the coming month was National Breast Cancer Awareness month).  Well-Auntie Jessiy showed up just in time for us to convince to get a pink stripe too....then Zo wanted in on the action. So everyone got a pink stripe (Besides me--I had some sense still in my itty bitty brain).

I love my quirky 10 year old. I love her "isms" and her infectious laugh. I only hope that the next 10 years go by at a snails pace instead.

 

 

 

Some New Friends

It only seems fitting that if you live on a ranch (yes, that's what I'm calling our home....you may all pretend it has cows and horses and chickens--but really it's mostly dust) that you have some of the critters that go with it.

After years, and years, and years...and more years of pleading Berns and I finally caved into letting Riley (and the little girls) get a kitty. There were just 2 conditions:

The kitty had to stay outside
The kitty had to eat the mice that would invade my home if I didn't get said kitty (country living for ya).

So being the fantastic grandma that Grandma Nisey is--she decided to ship on over not 1, but 3 kitties--because obviously we needed 1 cat for each child that resided in the house.

And being the absentminded-not-very-smart pregnant person I was, I decided to add to the mix a little Bloodhound puppy that I have always wanted...you know, cuz Sophie needed a friend.....

So on top of the following family members:
Berns
Shea
Riley
Zoie
Bia
Baby
and Sophie

we now also have:
Pickle (the puppy)
Sadie
Watermelon
Fuzzy

Oh Boy....

Now I have a farm.

Laboring Away

Labor Day 2012

Ok, if you're gonna insist I take a day off from the world and rest from my labors (which I thought that's what I did every Sunday) I SUPPOSE I'll cooperate and go on a vacation in the process.

Oh, well, ok, Labor Day isn't specifically set for me--but I can pretend. And so I did. We packed up our belongings and toddled over to my sister's house in Lehi to spend the long weekend with the cousins. Nothing fancy schmancy--just some parks, and trampolines with sprinklers--but any excuse to go visit the cousins is an excellent one to have.