Sunday, November 22, 2009

Please take note of what she is wearing. It's mid-November and about 60 degrees outside yet she insists on dressing like it's July. Sure I could tell her to change but have you tried reasoning with a 3.5 year old? Impossible.

It's hard to get many pictures of this girl because she is incapable of holding still. She is go go go all day long talking to her imaginary friends, twirling around like a fairy, dancing like a princess, scolding her pretend children, riding her scooter, terrorizing her sister and telling Mommy what she is supposed to be doing at every moment.

Today I let her play with the camera and here is her best shot: (Oh my gosh that sounds like Tyra...*shudder*)

I mean hey, she got me in focus.

I appreciate her silliness and like to participate in her "let's crawl around acting like doggies" adventures. But if I'm being honest she can really wear me out sometimes. Okay most of the time. I may or may not have shooed her away to play with her daddy outside so I could post this. I guess that screams hypocrisy. Or maybe irony?

However she is my Diva. She is smart, beautiful, adorable, incredibly imaginative, hilarious and downright dramatic. She says things like, "Okay...whatever Mommy." or "You are making things worse Mommy." or "You are making me crazy!" (gee I wonder where she picks up these phrases)
She also sings. A lot. She flutters around the house belting out "I am a child of God" and in Sacrament meeting her voice can be heard in every pew. At least that is what I have been told.

Sometimes the drama and craziness in my house are overwhelming and I find myself wondering how life would be if I had boys but it's only for a moment. I wouldn't trade my moody munchkins for anything.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009


He's super excited.

Hubby had a weird uncomfortable pain in his upper abdomen for about 4 days. Honestly in the beginning I thought it was gas pain but when day 4 rolled around we knew something was up. He had no fever or vomiting or any other symptoms so we never suspected appendicitis. Lo and behold after a CT scan they discovered his appendix to be very inflamed. He was scheduled for surgery a few hours later and the surgeon said that if had waited another day it would have burst. Glad we got that checked out.

Enjoying his first meal of solid foods in 24 hours. Yummy hospital food.

I'll be doing a lot of this during his recovery time.

Overall this little experience has opened my eyes a bit. I'm grateful that neither myself nor my kids or my husband has an illness that requires them to be in a hospital most of the time. I'm grateful we have health insurance. I'm grateful Hubby only had 3 days of work this week and didn't have to use 5 sick days. I'm grateful for family being close by to help watch my girls. I'm grateful this was just a minor surgery and nothing more severe. I'm grateful for modern medicine. I'm grateful this didn't happen over Thanksgiving because we're going to Disneyland and I really want to go. I'm grateful for friends who offer to help, even a friend who just broke her pelvis last week. Seriously. She's nuts.

So now Hubby gets to join the club and attend secret parties and ceremonies with appendix-less people. You know, just like the club with people who have no tonsils.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Just thinkin....

-I saw a commercial from Volvo that showed Edward Cullen driving well..duh...a Volvo. The website at the end was, something like that. I sat there and said, "Really? Seriously?" Who is going to buy a Volvo just because a fictional, over dramatic, vegetarian, stone cold, sometimes annoying VAMPIRE drives one in a book? And while we're on the subject, Robert Pattinson is extremely unattractive thus making my Twilight movie experience that much more excruciating. I will include the rest of the saga into that statement. I won't be seeing New Moon in the theater and might not even rent it when it comes out. *GASP*
However I'm going to name drop right here and say that Jacob Black (aka Taylor Lautner, Sharkboy) used to work out at the same gym the Hubby and myself attend. His family lives in our city. I used to see him all the time when he was like 90 lbs soaking wet. So every time I see him on trailers for New Moon I giggle because all I see is a little baby faced boy trying to pump some iron in a sleeveless tank top.
Don't be jealous.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Out of house and home

You wouldn't know it by the looks of her but this kid can eat.

"Mommy!! I am out of food! What are you doing taking my picture...get me more food!!"

She's a peanut. At 19 months she's barely over 20lbs and only 31" tall. Still...she can eat.
This morning she downed two bowls (not baby bowls) of regular cheerios, a banana and half of my bowl of oatmeal.

At the gym daycare she guzzled a cup of chocolate milk, some kid's entire baggy of goldfish and the pretzels I brought her. Once we were home she ate a bowl of applesauce and two bowls of plain yogurt with honey. It is not even 12 pm. If you ask her if she's hungry she immediately says, "Yeah!" Her highchair is her throne.

In the zone. Don't even think about bothering her.

Finishing up her second bowl of yogurt. I think she's finally full.

The downside to this is that what goes in, must come out. And out it comes....probably 10 times a day.

No joke. (Don't you worry, I'm not going to post of picture of that.)

Sunday, November 1, 2009


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