At the Pharm...

We have had the sickies at our house. I honestly almost have a six pack from coughing so hard. Too bad it's covered by a couple inches of baby leftovers! Maybe it will inspire me to excercise a few of my other muscles...
Krew and Jossy have been feeling so yucky I took them to the doctor today. Lauren had to come with us, (she's feeling just as healthy and spunky as always) and we had another one of those cringe-worthy moments:

So we're waiting at the pharmacy for our prescriptions, and a heavy lady walks by with crutches. I'm a little unsure of what happens next because I ran to keep Krew from shoplifting pregnancy tests and multi-vitamins,

but it ends with me getting a dirty look from crutch-lady...

and Lauren telling me "I didn't say FAT."
Me: "Oh? Good."
Her: "I only said FAT BUTT."

Oh.

Christmas Shmishmus...

I know that if I have any hope of recording Christmas 2010 for scrapbooking purposes, I need to do an actual post. But the thought of finding all the camera stuff right now makes me feel exhausted. So I might get to it... I might not...

But Happy New Years!
This year I plan to...

Teach Lauren the alphabet (because she's old enough to start kindergarten this year, and I'm still undecided if she's actually going to go because she's stubborn as a dead mule and refuses to learn.)

Lose ALL my baby weight. (Yes. Krew IS almost 18 months old. But I'm saying I've still got some chunkiness from when I was a baby!)

Move out of my parents' basement. (This one is kind of huge. I should've put it first. Having your mother tell you how to do your hair while you're doing your daughters' hair will kill your soul.)

I kinda like to start with low expectations. Then we're all less likely to be disappointed... Yes? Agreed? Hopefully I'll be able to do a few other things I have in mind too, but if I talk about it then I have to do it... so shrouded in silence they will stay. Just in case it turns out I have to drive carpool or blog or something.

Welcome 2011!

Eat, Pray, Love

I used to have a hard time getting into things that were overly popular... it made me feel like a follower. A sheep. A lemming.
Even if it was something I would have really enjoyed. So stubborn.
Then I read Harry Potter. And Twilight. And now I have no problem picking up a best-seller and gobbling it up.
So of course I bought a copy of Eat, Pray, Love!
And thought it was lame. Maybe a 6.
The I rented the movie because I was sure that 3.4 million people couldn't be wrong! Boo. They were.

It wasn't a complete loss; there were two points of the book that I am keeping in my back pocket:

Regard everyone you meet as a teacher.
(When a person comes into your life, they are there for a reason. What is that reason...)

Flexibility is as important to divinity as devotion.
(We have to be able to fill all the different roles we are given. Become something new. Reinvent. Repent.)



Skip the movie because the only thing I found I'd like to keep in my back pocket is Javier Bardem. ; )

The pirate's demise...

Gage drew this at school and brought it home to show me. Do you think I should be worried?

Happy birthday to TONY!!

Happy birthday!! 32 really great years.

(Too bad we're not 20 anymore, though. Bummer.)

Hiking with the kids in Jackson.Symphony in Deer Valley. (The truth: Eating junk food in Deer Valley.)

May we have many more wonderful, silly, playful, happy years together!

I love you!

(P.S. Don't be too mad!)

I've been sayin' I would for like, forever...

So this is a picture of Krew and one of his sweet little cousins, Addison, on the day after she was born. He was born in August, she was born the following February.

He looks like he could roll over and eat her!
Can't wait for these two to get together at Christmas time- hopefully by then she can hold her own because now he has teeth!

He's 7 now... but I can't bring myself to tell him!

This one is more for me than for you guys. Sorry. But Gage says some dang funny things. Things that he is too old to say, but I can't stop him because I want him to stay little a little longer:

"Vajamas." Says it every night; Makes me smile every time. Borderline indecent.


"I can't wait for the firecrackers to kasplode!" Explode. FYI. He also says "Kestroyed."


"I wish those planes would stop flying so low... they are costracting me!" Gage to Tony as he was playing soccer and NOT focusing.


"From now on, I only do money jobs!" Me asking Gage to pick up his clothes and put them in the hamper. I made the mistake of paying him a nickel to pick up all the toys in yard.


"Mom, you had better wash his face. I think he feels embarrassed." Gage to me after I had carefully applied white halloween make-up to Krew's entire face.

Background on this- I had just spent 25 minutes doing Darth Vader's face on Gage's even though he was going to be wearing a mask. (You know, white with dark circles, heavy wrinkles, the works. He looked in the mirror and said HE was embarrassed and made me wash it off.)

Marker. He JUST figured this one out. He has two family members with the name Mark. He has called them Uncle Marker and Grandpa Marker since he could talk. My Dad set him straight and I was ever so sad.

Jossy has a few good ones too:

"Please help us be healthy and survive till we are grown-ups." Jossy's prayer last night. Amen, sister.


"Mom, I never watch the kissing parts on shows." We're talking Cinderella and Belle here, people.

"Mom, did you know that Chuck-E-Cheese is the place where a kid can be a kid? Unless it's their birthday and then they get to be a star!" Jocelyn.



Me telling the kids that their Daddy's birthday was coming up right after theirs.
"How old do you guys think I'm going to be?" Tony asks.
I whisper 49 into Jossy's ear.
"49!"
Tony does his fake shocked "What!?!"
Gage says "Okay, 48 then."

"Would you guys rather go to Disneyland or Chuck-E-Cheese's?"
Jossy and Gage yell: "Chuck-E-Cheese!"
Poor, deprived kids.

Lauren's comments always leave me speechless:

"Mom, why does that man have girl hair?" Really loudly to a guy wearing leather chaps and a fringed vest. Brass knuckles at the ready in his leather fanny pack. Pretty sure his Harley was parked outside.

"MOM! Her's FAT!" Screaming. In Walmart. Beyond mortifying.

"Mommy, how old will I be when my boobies hang down on my chest?" Truth spoken from the mouths of babes. Lucky for ME, this one was in the car on the way to church, not actually at the church. Phew!