Sleepy ESP

So, last night, Steve sent me a text around 1:30 am to tell me that he wasn't finished with the job he was working on and so he wouldn't be leaving to come home until today (he is in Colorado)(he was going to try to drive home last night, crazy I know). Anyhoo. I read the text and then I thought, in my head, not out loud, "Shoot, I didn't set my alarm and Lori (my neighbor) is going to be waiting for me to walk in the morning and I will still be asleep". So I quickly set the alarm on my phone. I no sooner set it, it was literally still in my hand, than Addy started screaming and crying in her room upstairs.

Now, I have to tell you, Addy is a total momma's girl. She is practically attached to my hip (except when she is being naughty). She freaks out if I go anywhere without her. And she has the same nightmare that wakes her up at least once a week, if not more. In her nightmare, I am leaving to go somewhere without her. She wakes up crying thinking that I am leaving or have left to go somewhere.

So when I got to her room to see what she was crying about she said, "Why are you leaving?" And I said, "I'm not leaving, I was asleep in bed." And she said, "Yes you are going with Lori!" I assured her that I was not going anywhere except back to sleep in my bed and she kept crying saying, "You are going with Lori! I don't want you to go with Lori!"

So I'm sitting there, trying to comfort her, wide eyed thinking to myself, "Did this kid just read my mind in her sleep?"


Weird.

Flashback Friday - Easter 2004

These pictures were taken in 2004 on Easter. This was before my parents moved to Utah and my dad was in town visiting us.

These are some of my favorite pictures of Emily and Aubrey

This is one of my favorite pictures of my dad

A Dinolicious Day

Last Monday (March 22) the kids were out of school for "Quality Teaching Day". I am still a firm believer that if you are going to call it a "Quality Teaching Day" you should be spending that day actually TEACHING in a quality manner. Don't try to dress it up to impress me, I can see right through it. Just call it like it is, "Teacher Prep Day". I understand, teachers need time to prepare, I don't have a problem with that. So the purpose for the fancy and not completely accurate terminology eludes me. But that's not really the point of this post, so I will just shut up now. Well, I can't really shut up or I can't tell you the purpose for the post. But I can stop talking about why in our world today everyone is so confused because we can't just simply say what something is and leave it at that. OK SHUT UP! On with the post!

The children and I needed to get out of the house and go and do something fun. A few months back I won 4 tickets to the Ancient Life Museum. I was savin' 'em up for a day exactly like this. So we loaded up and headed out. We had so much fun. Did you hear me? SO MUCH FUN! We were there all dang day long. We went through the whole museum and then went back through it again. The kids loved it. And I loved watching them love it. You will have to excuse the quality of the pictures. Brilliant me, I left the camera at home so these are from my phone.

I learned that I am a little rusty on my dinosaur names. When Zac was little I could name all the different dinosaurs because we had so many dinosaur books and dinosaur toys. My dino days are long past and when Addy was asking me names, I really couldn't think of them. I was like, "Uhhh, I know long neck is not right....what is that dinosaur called?" Funny how your brain loses track of things over time.

Addy kissing a dinosaur:

We played FOREVER here. Twice. The first time through my kids were the only ones there and they loved learning about erosion all by themselves.

They had to share the second time around:

We also dug up dinosaur bones for forever. Twice.

Some of us even insisted on making sand angels:

Shark attack!:

On His Own Merits

There was a Court of Honor on Wednesday and Z cleaned up. He is now a 2nd Class Scout and he earned 11 Merit Badges! The Merit Badges he earned this time are:

Safety, Nuclear Science, Oceanography, Dentistry, Entrepreneurship, First Aid, Computers, Engineering, Chemistry, Photography and Golf. Way to go Z!

This is a picture of Zac and his friend Gus cooking and eating onions for their Chemistry Merit Badge.

This Merit Badge about killed me. Nuclear Science. Or, since I did vote for Bush and I am from Texas, Nucular Science. Zac and Gus were taking this Merit Badge class from someone who probably knew what they were talking about. But there were a few prerequisites they had to do before the class and the person helping them with those (AKA: Me) felt like she was reading a foreign language. I would try to read a sentence and this is how my brain processed it, "Blah, blah, blah, blah, bla bla".

We muddled our way through all the prereqs until we got to the last one. It said, "Choose an element from the periodic table. Construct 3-D models for the atoms of three isotopes of this element, showing neutrons, protons, and electrons. Use the three models to explain the difference between atomic number and mass number." Yeah, whatever. At this point my brain was already fried. I googled that thing up one side and down the other. And the more I googled, the more confrused I became. AHHHHHHH! Steve was out of town at the time so I called my neighbor who is a math major (YUCK! I KNOW!) and is one of the smartest people I know. Thankfully she is also one of the nicest people I know too. She came right over and within minutes she had us on the right track.

The next day I had to go to the Library to get the boys some books on Oceanography. The librarian showed me the books and then asked if I wanted to check out the Oceanography Merit Badge book also. She said it pretty much has all the answers and explanations for all the requirements. SAY WHAT!?! I wanted to hit her and kiss her at the same time. THANK YOU TO NO ONE FOR TELLING ME SUCH A THING EXISTED BEFORE I ABOUT KILLED MYSELF WITH NUCLEAR SCIENCE!

Anyhoo. Congratulations to Zac. I am proud of him and all the hard work he has done to earn so many Merit Badges.

Em Is 10!

My little princess Emily turned 10 years old last Saturday. We took her and her friends to a cute little cupcake shop to celebrate. It was fun fun and included no screaming, crying or destruction of my house. What more could you ask for in a party? After the party, she had two of her friends over to our house to spend the day with her. I love you Emily, you will always be my little princess!

Wheel In The Sky Keeps On Turnin'

Never a dull moment on our little street out in the middle of nowhere.

Today's entertainment?

Experimental Windmill, of course.

A Plethora Of Pictures

I have about a million pictures I have been meaning to post, but just never got around to it. Well, I'm gettin' around to it now. So sit back and buckle up! The above picture was taken Tuesday evening when the kids and I were out for a walk.

This child eats the weirdest things for breakfast. She totally gets that from her father. Her requests for breakfast usually range from pickles, mac 'n cheese, hot dogs, chicken nuggets, and ham sandwiches. You know, the kind of stuff that would make regular people vomit before 9:00 in the morning. On this particular day she INSISTED on a cheese and mayo sandwich topped with peanut butter and jelly. She made it herself. Looks tasty, dunnit?



These next two pictures are of Addy and her friend Blake blowing bubbles out back. Addy tells me when she grows up she wants to marry Blakey.

My girls being goofy.

Addy?

Addy vs. Sharpie Permanent Marker

Being the only one at home during the day, Addy gets to go on lunch dates with Steve and me. One of our favorite places to go is Pei Wei. This little girl can put away the lettuce wraps, let me tell ya. Please note: She gets her chopstick skills from me. And I still can't think of chopsticks without thinking of you, Farrah.

One Saturday I helped each of the girls make scrapbooks. It was fun and the scrapbooks turned out so cute.

Aubrey and Addy helping me make dinner.

Monday Morning Musings - My Best Conversations Are With Myself

It's true. My best conversations are with myself. I talk to myself pretty much all the time. I am actually thinking about getting one of those blue tooth thingys to wear on my ear. I have no idea how to use it. And I really don't care if it is hooked up to my phone. That's not what I would be buying it for. I want to wear it around everywhere I go so that I can be at liberty to talk to myself anytime I want and not have to worry about people thinking I'm crazy. If someone looks at me strange, I will just point to my ear and say, "I'm on the phone!"

Have you ever washed and dried all your dirty laundry all in a day because you didn't have anything clean to wear? But then you just never got around to folding it because it was this huge mound and it would take you forever and you just didn't have time. Do you know that if you just leave it unfolded in laundry baskets in the laundry room, and then tell everyone in your house that if they need clean clothes there are some in the laundry room, in a weeks time there will hardly be anything left to fold. It's awesome. That's how I'm doin' laundry from now on.

Last week, right after the kids left for school, Addy was mad at me about something. She was pouting and she wouldn't talk to me. Then she just looked at me with this sad face and said, "You made a lot of mistakes today." That has to make you feel good. Especially when it isn't even 9:00 in the morning.

You know my little Aubrey takes Spanish in school. It is so cute to hear her speak Spanish. She can even roll her r's and everything. When Addy starts school, she will get to take Spanish also, but don't worry. She is already getting a good start on it thanks to Dora. When she counts, she counts in Spanish. And the other day I asked her if she wanted to read a book and she said, "YES! Are we going to read a book upstairs or abajo?" I just looked at her and said, "Did you just ask me if we are going to read books upstairs or down?" And she said, "Yeah."

Monday Morning Musings - No Bull!

This picture was taken Saturday afternoon from my kitchen window. On any given day, I can take a similar picture from my kitchen window, only there is usually a black fence betwixt me and this creature. I don't know what to call it, to be perfectly honest. I'm not too up on my horned cattle. Is it cow? A bull? A longhorn? A sumpthin'? I don't know. Somebody tell me what it is.

Whatever it is, it was in my back yard on Saturday. And in this picture it looks deceptively small. 'Cause in for real life, it's real big.

It was only a few days ago that I was expressing my concern to Steve that when our yard is in and the kids are outside playing and one of them makes one of those animals mad, it won't take much for them to push past that scrawny little fence that is keeping them in. Steve didn't seem to bothered by it. But let me tell ya. He was bothered by it when it was trompin' through the mud and grass seed in the back yard. I tried to call the ranch to tell them they had an animal loose, but I couldn't find a number for them. So I called the police who called animal control. The policeman was waiting in his car for animal control to come and the...OK, I'm gonna call it a cow for the sake of calling it something....anyways, the COW had walked out of our yard and was grazing elsewhere.

Then he started walking back into my yard and I yelled for Steve. "STEPHEN! IT'S COMIN' BACK IN OUR YARD!!!". At which point Steve went outside and may or may not have started throwing rocks in the general direction of the animal. At this point let me just say that a lot of blood, sweat, tears, money and muddy shoes went into making that dirt smooth enough for grass seed. And another lot of all that went into putting grass seed and fertilizer in just days before! And it was all muddy because it had just rained and snowed. And heck if I want somebody's cow trompin' through my mud and seed just because they can't put up and maintain a proper fence!

Ok, so anyway...if rocks were hurled in the general direction of the cow, it may or may not have caused him to, not back up and go back where he was, but to just run straight forward through my yard and keep running. And I may or may not have been glad because my worse nightmare was for all the animal control people and the cow to be tearing up the mud and seed in my back yard.

Well...the running cow ran right over and into a fence with a horse. And apparently cows and horses don't get along too well. A fight ensued. All the other cattle walked over to the fence where the horse and cow were dukin' it out. Then all the people who were working on the house being built across the street walked over to the fence to watch. Then the policeman drove over. Then animal control pulled up. And Steve and the kids and I all stood staring out the window, transfixed. We were on our way out the door to go to a movie when we first noticed the visitor in our yard. But the movie was soon forgotten amid all the excitement right outside our window. We stood, along with everyone else, watching for about half an hour. When it looked as if nothing else exciting was going to happen and that animal control was just going to sit and continue to watch, we were finally able to tear ourselves away from the backyard drama.

We came home several hours later to find everything back to normal. I don't know how it was all resolved. And this morning the cattle were all moved to a field on the other side of the ranch, away from the residential side. So for now, all's quiet on the home front and any danger of children being trampled has been removed. Now when the mud dries out, we (meaning Steve) get to go out and fix all the gigantuous hoof prints in the yard and put down more seed.

Monster Baby Strikes Again

Oh Addy. My sweet little angel girl.

BAH HA H A HA HA HA!

Uh, yeah.

Wow Addy. You came into my life as a surprise, and you haven't stopped surprising me since. You are so lucky I love you as much as I do. And I do love you with all of my heart. I can't imagine my life without you. That being said.....

Just yesterday morning I was contemplating how much I could actually get done in a day if I didn't have to follow behind my little angel doing damage control. I think it would probably be a whole lot of a lot.

She can talk up a storm, this one. Our Home Teachers were over on Sunday and she would not stop talking to them the entire time they were here. I kept trying to get her to come sit by me and be quiet but she didn't even acknowledge my presence. At one point Emily said "Addy, if you can't sit down and be good we are going to have to tie you up with duct tape again". Then later she said, "Addy, I am going to have to put you in the playroom and lock the door". Ohhhh Emily. She is another one of my angels. OK, Steve did put tape around Addy's wrists once but he did it very lightly as a joke. Click here to watch the video. And for the record, we have no lock on the playroom door and I have never before locked my children in any room. I have locked them outside before, but that was when we were trying to sell our house and I was trying to clean it for a showing and the kids kept going in and out, in and out. Thanks for making us sound like child abusers Emily. But I digress...

The last 24 hours with Addy have been "especially" fun. I will work my way backward through the story. And I will leave out the more minor infractions for benefit of time.

THIS MORNING

Last night, Emily was working on a project for school which involved the use of black paint. I was not home when she was using it or I would have made sure it was put away, because I know how much trouble a three year old named Addison can get into with black paint. This morning, I was putting a load of laundry in the washing machine, after which I went to see where Addy was. She was at the desk with the black paint and it was all over her and her cute outfit and the desk. I cleaned her and the desk up, threw her clothes in the trash, and put her in time out. I didn't put the paint away at that time because we were on our way out the door to pick up my sister Lauren. And because I am stupid. I thought, I will get Lauren and come straight in and put the paint away, because remember I am smart enough that I would have put it away last night, had I been home. We picked up Lauren, came home, I went into my bedroom to put away my purse and keys and use the facilities. I then went straight in to put the paint away. But alas, I was too late. Once again, black paint everywhere. This time there wasn't so much on her clothes so they were able to be salvaged. I then promptly put the paint away. On the top shelf in the craft room. Where I hope it will be safe forever more.

LAST NIGHT

I was getting ready to go to a Relief Society dinner at the church. Steve was making dinner for the kids. Addy, unbeknownst to us, was painting her toenails (and 1/2 her feet on our bedroom floor. There was hot pink finger nail polish all over our beautiful concrete floor. See it really is beautiful:

So beautiful in fact, that Steve brings clients over all the time to gaze upon it's beauty. Hot pink puddles in the middle of it just won't do. Needless to say, Steve was pretty freaked out. And using fingernail polish remover on the floor was simply out of the question. So we got as much up as we could and then sweet Emily volunteered herself to sit for forever scrubbing with a toothbrush, until all traces of pink were gone. See, I told you Emily was an angel.

YESTERDAY MORNING

Yesterday morning. Yesterday morning, I was reminded just how much this little girl means to me. Yesterday morning, I was taking a shower and I thought she was tucked in safe on the couch watching Dora. "Just how stupid are you?" That is what you are thinking, I know it is. And the answer is: pretty darn stupid. I got out of the shower, got dressed and went out to check on her. I found her on the kitchen counter where she had climbed up to get into the top cabinet where I keep the medicine. Sitting next to her on the counter was an almost empty bottle of children's liquid Ibuprofen. An almost empty bottle. I just opened that bottle two days ago and I had given Aubrey two doses out of it. Next to the almost empty bottle was a small puddle that Addison had spilled. But it wasn't enough to make up a whole bottle's worth. I totally panicked. I asked her if she drank any. She said yes. I asked her how much. Her reply? "A lot". Thankfully Steve was home or I don't know what I would have done. I just knew we were going to have to take her to the hospital and have her stomach pumped. I asked Steve to clean her up and get her dressed. I immediately called Poison Control. For every bit as freaked out as I was, the girl on the other end of the line was cool, calm and collected. She must have talked to lots of freaked out moms before. She asked me how much Addison weighs. She had me measure out what was left in the bottle. She asked me how many doses I had given out of the bottle. She then assured me that Addison would be fine and there was no need to take her to the hospital.

SAY WHAT? Really? Apparently a three year old can pretty much down almost an entire bottle of Ibuprofen and be just perfectly fine. She said that with the doses already given from the bottle and what was left in it Addison would be fine. And with her spilling some, she could assure me that no harm was done and I could calm down and take a deep breath.

WHEW! Calm down is just what I did. I went up to her room where Steve was helping her get dressed. I held that sweet little angel tight in my arms and thanked my Heavenly Father that she was OK. I asked Steve to give her a Priesthood blessing. He tried to take her out of my arms to do it, but they would not let go. It was out of my control. My arms would not, could not release her. I told Steve he was just going to have to do it with her on my lap, which he did.

Oh Addy girl. I love you. Thank you for surprising me. From now on though, can we try to keep the surprises to a minimum?