Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The Prodigal Blogger

I realize I haven't posted in, like, a year. But now that I'm not working and I'm over the Facebook addiction of old. The kids are back to school on Monday (can I get a hurrah!?) I figure I might have a little more time. Plus reading old posts really makes me want to start posting again. If for no other reason than I love getting the blog made into a book and looking back on the chaos of life. So, we'll just pretend the last year of blogging draught never happened, and start fresh.

I should mention that I have no intention of keeping up with any of YOUR blogs, so if you expect me to read yours because you're reading mine, well......I still love you as a person.

We just got back home from Lake Powell. I must say, it is much more enjoyable when your oldest is almost 10 and your youngest is 4 1/2. Almost RELAXING, even.

Daddy and Spencer driving the boat:



Me and the boy. No tubby tummy jokes, please.





Kenna lost one of her top front teeth biting into an ice cream sandwhich when we first got to the lake. We all spent the rest of the trip teasing her that we were going to make her eat another one so her other loose tooth would come out!





Spencer had a freak-out every time the boat hit waves from other boats.


Emma and Grandpa:


Kenna and Grandma:


Kissin' Cousins (well, if Emma had her way, they would be). It was interesting to see them flirt with each other all during the trip, and then get embarassed when they realized we were all watching.



Emma wake surfing with Uncle Matt:



Nine happy meals complete with different smurf figurines and one really crappy experience at Denny's later, and we're happy to be home!

Funny Things My Kids Said in 2007-2008

Rather than have this as a sidebar, I'm just going to post it.

Kenna as I was putting Spencer's nighttime diaper on: "He needs Cruisers - they're comfort flex."
Spencer when I tried to put some slightly soiled underwear back on him: "No, mom......dere skiddies in dem!"
4/28 (Kenna after preschool): "Mom.....I had a hard day today, because we had to draw our Z's."
Spencer every day "I wanna watch PU-PU PANDA."
Spencer every time I touch him: "Ow...you hut me. I need band-aid."
The other day when I was heating up some bacon (Kenna): "Mom, I smell something....hamish."
1/30 (Kenna): Emma, I love your pretty hair....it's strawberry flavored."
1/26 (Emma when we found her white baptism dress at Costco): "Mom,.....I am SO excited to get bath-tized."
(Emma to Kenna the other day when she said 'poop' during dinner): "Kenna, that's UNAPROPRIATE."
1/17 (Emma when I drank out of her cup): "Hey, that's my cup.....well, it's okay - it's Saturday."
1/13 Emma on the way home from school ): "I'm tired of this busy day."
1/13 (Kenna on the stairs): "Mom, me and Emma are going to clean our room ABOUT being AKSED."
1/13 (Spencer about baby Kallen): "I wanna hode it!"
12/14 (Spencer in Sacrament Meeting): "I'ont wanu lissen!"
12/13 (Spencer in the car): "I'anu pay ina snow."
11/24 (Kenna after Spencer spit his food onto her plate): "That is DEFINITELY GROSS."
11/22 (Kenna): "Mom, I feel like I don't belong here.....I feel like I belong in California......"
11/13 (Kenna while I was watching the CMA's): "Is this COWBOY music, or what?......I don't like cowboy music."
11/7 (Emma while eating the blueberry crumb muffins I made this morning): "Mom, you make the bestest muffins in the land."
10/27 (Kenna): "Mom, can I have some gum?" (Spencer): "I'ant gum!"
10/29 (Kenna when daddy wouldn't take her into the store with him): "That just breaks my heart."
10/11 (Kenna at IHOP with Sarah & Emma on her birthday): "This ice cream is just scrumdelicious".
10/11 (Emma on her birthday with Sarah in the bookstore): But it's my birthday, I don't have to be good."
10/8 (After Kenna selflessly gave her stuffed Elmo to Spencer): "He can slobber all over it - it's his now."
9/29 (Emma arguing about taking a nap): "Mom, we'll just go downstairs and play to give you a piece of quiet."
(The other day after school) Emma: "Mom, I miss being in the family."
9/3 (Kenna while stamping her foot & refusing to go with me) "I like daddy BETTER!"
8/27 (Spencer out the window as Emma is leaving for school): "Emma.....I-uh-you!"
8/26 (Kenna to Spencer): "Don't slober on my pony!!"

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Say Yes to the Dress

Okay, the girls and I have a new summer obsession. Sitting in front of the tv for hours watching reruns of 'Say Yes to the Dress'. Now we are all caught up so we only watch the new ones, but for a few days there it was nonstop. The girls have pretty much designed their own dresses in their heads now. Jeannie came to pick Emma up for Activity Days on one of our TLC telethon days, and apparently she got an earful...."Can you BELIEVE this girl spent $25,000 on a dress she is only going to wear one time? I mean, that is just ridiculous! You only wear it for a few hours. My mom says my 'budget' is about $500......"

Inevitably, this is what it led to:





Yes, this was my wedding dress, and incidentally, I am proud to say I still fit into it. Let's ignore the fact that I swam in it on my wedding day, and when I put it on now I look like I have several kids' floatie tubes on underneath it. Oh well.

Crazy Cabbage Patch Kids





As an interesting bit of trivia, the cabbage patch Spencer has used to be Sean's when he was a kid, and the outfit 'Buddy' is wearing is what Spencer wore home from the hospital.

Kenna's Kindergarten Graduation






May 2010

Emma was so excited about the Daddy-Daughter ball for activity days in May. Here she is with her date!



Waiting for her date to pull out of the garage.



And since there was so much hollabaloo, Kenna had to have her hair done too.

Can you believe this million-dollar smile?


Emma's 2nd grade program was also in May. Here she is with Mrs. Braby.

And here is her contribution to her class project.


Will I miss the days when Kenna and Spencer were home together for hours at a time, mostly fighting? Probably some day. But not in the near future. Here was one of the rare moments they weren't tearing each other's eyes out.




Friday, April 23, 2010

War Paint and Wonder Capes

I have to document this moment in history. I'm sure at some point I will look back and miss this. But for now, yesterday was one of the most Spencer-trying days of his life to date.

Let's set the mood a little. Mommy is cleaning the kitchen for the first time in a week, preparing for friends to come to dinner. Spencer is conspicuously absent. Then come's Mackenna's voice...."Mom.....Spencer painted hisself with black stuff." This is what I found.


Pink sparkly lip gloss: slathered in hair, rubbed all over eyes, and obviously, on his lips. Eyeliner: well, you can see for yourself. He looks sad because this was taken directly after his rebuking.

It takes mommy ten minutes to get him all wiped down. Luckily he was still in his pajamas. Fast forward to after he is dressed in a clean white t-shirt and Mommy has sent him upstairs to get some socks.

Mackenna: "Mom.....Spencer got into some pink stuff." He has ONCE AGAIN painted his hair, face, and oh, as a bonus this time, his clean white shirt with pink Princess and the Frog chapstick. He undergoes another rubdown, a little more vehement than before.

After school. The girls are helping me clean (still) and we are trying to get a start on homework before our guests arrive.

Emma: "Mom....Spencer is into your white lotion..." but it is not lotion. It is my Mary Kay lip mask that Sarah gave me out of the goodness of her heart. And he has not only rubbed it all over his hands, but has decided to handle the tv remote as well. At this point mommy has no idea what to do about any of this. At some point he also got ahold of a dry-erase marker and drew all over my wall - "making a picture for our customers" - he defends, referring to our dinner guests. This just in, folks.....dry erase markers are only dry erase on a dry erase board. It takes 20 minutes for Sean to scrub it out of the wall.

Am I being punished for something......?

I'll close with a positive. Thanks to Stephanie Smith's suggestion, hair cuts have finally become a little less traumatic for all involved. He used to kick and scream and cry the moment his shorn-off hair would touch his skin, then start thrashing around when the hair went unavoidably into his open mouth. Thank you, wonder cape!