A little Sunday conversation

Phearson: (From the back seat on our way to church) "I don't want to go to primary." Dad: "Why not?" Phearson: "Because." Dad: "Jesus would want you to go to primary." Phearson: "No." Dad: "Where would Jesus want you to go?" Phearson: "Jesus would want me to go to Target." Dad: (Holding back the laughter) "Target!?" Phearson: "Yes, Jesus would want me to get a toy and an Icee." (Photo courtsey of Sarah Hull Photography) * Mom: cracking up, speechless and pleads the 5th!*

Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced rain.

-author unknown

(Sing with me now)

"I'm singing in the rain

Just singing in the rain...

What a glorious feeling...

I'm happy again

I'm laughing at clouds

So dark up above...

Singing, singing in the rain.

In the rain!"

A Shoping Cart Tank and a Happy Mom

It is amazing I actually get anything accomplished when I go to the store with my kids. It usually goes something like this.

As we drive to our designated location I threaten, bribe and plead for good behavior.

We proceed to the store.

Then there is a fight of who is going to sit, stand, where or within on the shopping cart.

The kids usually manage to get along and remain quite for the first 2 minutes within in store.

Playing quietly with each other quickly turns into a fight, which then comes tears and most frequently some yelling.

I once again start the threats, bribes and pleas under my breath. (although I'm sure the frustration is written all over my face.)

I get lots of awkward stares from from other random costumers.

A few sympathetic people offer a head shake and a "wow your sure do have your hands full".

I have my list and we proceed on.

I mean what is a mom to do?

Sometimes you just need to run to the store.

This mom has devised a new plan.

It is all about make believe.

Kids love that stuff.

Today we used a rug to create our very own "shopping tank".

The boys pretended to shoot every nice shopper wondering throughout Lowes,

And mom managed to get her shopping done peacefully.

Of course we did get lots of weird looks, a few disgusted faces but we also had a few fun shoppers play along with us.

Kids were happy and having fun = shopping accomplished = happy Mom!

What Did He Think?

So the big question lately has been...

So, what did he think?

What did he say?

Does he like it?

After YEARS of having a friend, girlfriend, fiance, wife, who has looked like this...

And then doing this

Resulting in this

You might say it was sort of a big deal for Him.

For those of you who know Ryan you know that he is a "long hair" kinda guy. No, I am not referring to his choice in hair style these days (ugh!) but rather his preference/likes in a woman's hair style. Being the loving wife I am I have always taken in to account the fact that he loves my hair long (and because I have always been too chicken to go ahead and chop it off) I have forever had long hair.

But I think there comes a time in every woman's life, when after caring, day in and day out, for others that she decides to do something for herself. I had been thinking of making a change for some time and well, I guess I finally just got the "you know what" to do it.

As I drove to work one night I thought to myself... "I'm just going to do it!" And well... that is what I did.

He claims I didn't tell him. I guess you could say I really didn't. Although I did give him a little warning days before when I expressed to him that "I really need to get in to get my hair done.... and that I think I might have her cut it off." However of course he claims that he didn't hear that part. I suppose sometimes that selective hearing isn't such a great thing after all.

So what was the reaction you ask?

My thought was that it would be something like this.

It wasn't.

To be quite honest, there wasn't much of a reaction at all. Just a glance.

And a bit of a shrug.

And when I finally asked him if he liked it, he simply said,

"If you like it... then I like it."

Don't you worry though.

I know that deep down inside he is smiling

And would get down on one knee and ask this girl to be his wife all over again!

(Or at least I hope he would)

Maybe another day

I had good intentions of blogging something fun today.

Instead...

I started my morning cleaning up yet another random episode of poop in the bathtub

Unplugging the toilet, the sink is filled with dirty dishes, there is mountains of laundary to do, school projects to be done and

I have to work tonight.

I have lost the motivation

Maybe I will post something fun another day.

Worth a Try

Yes I did this on purpose.

Do I really think it will work?

Probably not.

But anything is worth a try, right?

Simple Pleasures

Don't let these faces fool you.

It really is the simple things in life...

(A Buzz Lightyear ride and a churro)

That prove to provide the greatest pleasure!

Tonight- I Thank you Walt Disney.

Two Thousand and Ten!

Here's to a new year!

Filled with nothing but happiness...

and a few fun surprises!

Thanks Megan for spicing up my year!

A Very Merry Christmas

Santa Came

and Santa Delivered

He even left a few treats

The presents were opened

And played with

Games were played

and sparks' a flew!

It was a Very Merry Christmas!

'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house I searched for the tools to hand to my spouse. Instructions were studied and we were inspired, In hopes we could manage "Some Assembly Required." The children were quiet (hopefully asleep) in their beds, While Dad and I faced the evening with dread: A scooter, a vacuum, A fire engine to boot! And, thanks to mother, a train with a toot! We opened the boxes, my heart skipped a beat.... Let no pieces be missing or parts incomplete! Too late for last-minute returns or replacement; If we can't get it right, it goes down in the basement! When what to my worrying eyes should appear, But 50 sheets of directions, concise, but not clear, With each part numbered and every slot named, So if there were failure, only we could be blamed. More rapid than eagles the parts then fell out, All over the floor they were scattered about. "Now bolt it! Now twist it! Attach it right there! Slide on the tracks, and glue on the flare! Hammer the buildings, and nail to the stand. "Honey," said hubby, "you just glued my hand." And then in a twinkling, I knew for a fact That all the toy dealers had indeed made a pact To keep parents busy all Christmas Eve night With "assembly required" till morning's first light. We spoke not a word, but kept bent at our work, Till our eyes, they went bleary; our fingers all hurt. The hot chocolate went cold and the night it wore thin Before we attached the last rod and last pin. Then laying the tools away in the chest, We fell into bed for a well-deserved rest. But I said to my husband just before I passed out, "This will be the best Christmas, without any doubt. Tomorrow we'll cheer, let the holiday ring, And not have to run to the store for a thing! "We did it! We did it! The toys are all set For the perfect, most perfectest Christmas, I bet!"

"Twas the night before Christmas"

This year we spent Christmas Eve with Derek, Krystal and the kids. We couldn't be more excited to have them living so close now! We were very happy to celebrate Christmas with this bunch!

Christmas Eve marshmallow roasting

Trying to adjust to a little smoke and fire rather than the cold and snow? I think that these two could be trouble together...

After dinner, playing, eating, roasting and goodbyes it was time to get ready for Santa's arrival.

We made sure to throw our special "reindeer food" sent by Santa himself, on the lawn.

And put out the milk, cookies and carrots for Santa and the reindeer.

And with everything in place, the kids in bed, we were ready

For the Jolly man himself!