Saturday, October 3, 2009
He's got IT!
Oh, yeah! It's finally happened! One of my kids was finally funny so I get to write another blog! None of the 5 kids have done or said anything funny since June 18th so it was such a relief when I overheard this awesome conversation between Will and his friend Colten.
First some background information: Will and Colten are great little buddies. They live about 25 yards from each other. They're less than a month apart in age. They make sitting through Primary bearable for each other. They both like to use vacuum extension tubes as swords and lend each other theirs when the other's goes missing. When they're together they can more easily exclude girls and other sissies. They both like to slay imaginary animals. But if either of them were to really encounter something scary, they'd both scream like women and run. Even though I know that's the truth, they maintain the toughest exteriors when they're together.
Last Friday rolled around. At 5:00 Will had a birthday party. Not just any birthday party, a girl's birthday party. A girl who was in Will's class last year and remembered that she wanted to invite Will this year to her birthday party and did just that. Will was worried he was going to be the only boy there. (He was, by the way, but came home intact.)
At 4:45 I called outside to Will who was throwing rocks in the dirt with Colten. I told him it was time to get ready for the birthday party. Will came running in but his conversation with Colten continued as they yelled back and forth across the field:
Colten: "You're going to a party?!? Whose party?"
Will: "Uuummm...I can't remember the name!"
Colten: "Where is it?"
Will: "I don't know. Far away I think!"
Colten: "How old is he going to be?"
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Artistic Beauty
Remember in "Toy Story 2" when mint-in-the-box Stinky Pete is plopped into a little girl's backpack and Barbie with graffiti all over her face turns to Stinky Pete and says, "You'll like Julie--she's an ARTIST!" Well, at our house we say, "You'll like Lilly--she's an ARTIST!"
Firstly, she's a make-up artist:
And lately she's been showing off her flower-arranging skills by leaving bouquets on my bedside table:
And boy oh boy! Has she been sharpening her eye-hand coordination lately! She started with paper....
...but plain old paper got boring so she took her scissors to my new geranium, creating a new artsy look to my bathroom:
And since I just don't have the creative eye to create proper decoration in my bedroom, she spruced it up with bright red crayon all over my bed and bedspread (pictures couldn't do it justice) and even in the entry on the tile, down the hall, on the glass and on the doors.
Look, she chose smiley faces to cheer us all up!
And lastly, she drew a pencil mural for her favorite brothers just outside their bedroom door and she even made it life-size, just for them. She sure loves them!
- "Through all the world there goes one long cry from the heart of the artist: Give me leave to do my utmost." -Isak Dineson
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Comfort Food
Anne loves to cook. And to bake. And to eat cooking and baking. And to leave nice big messes for Mom to clean up afterwards. She loves macaroni and cheese. She loves homemade macaroni and cheese. Usually when she asks if I will make macaroni and cheese I answer, "If you'll help me make it!" I thought about letting Anne make a batch all by herself. I only thought for a minute about the cake she recently made that she forgot to put flour in. And I only thought for 2 or 3 minutes about the microwavable macaroni and cheese that Anne left the water out of.
Yummy. Smelled that one for over a week.
Needless to say, I helped Anne with her homemade macaroni and cheese. I let her start the sauce of butter and flour and spices while I worked on the noodles and cheese. When it was time to add Anne's sauce to my noodles and cheese, I was having a hard time combining everything. It was just seperating so much. I thought it was because we were in a hurry and didn't cook the sauce long enough to get it thick. Oh, well, gotta hurry. Popped the really soggy dish in the oven, only to pull it out and grab the paper towels to swab up all the grease off the top. I mean, I know this is a comfort food dish but sheesh, I should feel a little more guilty about enjoying this one, it's just so greasy! After blotting and blotting and blotting and blotting with only more grease flowing up to the top, I started getting suspicious and asked Anne about the butter. She replied she put in a cup just like the recipe said. So I looked at the recipe. Yep, half a cup is called for.
My solution: let it stand for about an hour, stir like crazy and keep heaping it on my 37-pound 3rd-grader's plate. Hmmmmm, commmmmfort.
I love Anne.
(Go ahead, click on the picture to get the FULL effect):
Yummy. Smelled that one for over a week.
Needless to say, I helped Anne with her homemade macaroni and cheese. I let her start the sauce of butter and flour and spices while I worked on the noodles and cheese. When it was time to add Anne's sauce to my noodles and cheese, I was having a hard time combining everything. It was just seperating so much. I thought it was because we were in a hurry and didn't cook the sauce long enough to get it thick. Oh, well, gotta hurry. Popped the really soggy dish in the oven, only to pull it out and grab the paper towels to swab up all the grease off the top. I mean, I know this is a comfort food dish but sheesh, I should feel a little more guilty about enjoying this one, it's just so greasy! After blotting and blotting and blotting and blotting with only more grease flowing up to the top, I started getting suspicious and asked Anne about the butter. She replied she put in a cup just like the recipe said. So I looked at the recipe. Yep, half a cup is called for.
My solution: let it stand for about an hour, stir like crazy and keep heaping it on my 37-pound 3rd-grader's plate. Hmmmmm, commmmmfort.
I love Anne.
(Go ahead, click on the picture to get the FULL effect):
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Excuses, excuses...
I'm late posting--it's been more than a month. I was too busy with Spring Break:
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Are you saying I'm...?
The other day I was sitting with Oliver on the porch (in the sun!) when the kids (big kids) came home from school. Our neighbor Shaun Pace pulled up in his little white car and kids started piling out of it. This was unusual as normally it is Shaun's wife pulling up in her big minivan. (Like that oxymoron?) Anne ran up to me on the porch and panted, "Wow! The Bishop drove his car today and me and Isaac and Emily and Kaitlin barely FAT!!!!"
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
We'll Sure Miss Him...
Memorial Day 2002
We were up very late as we were out playing for the holiday and it was 11:30 PM(!) by the time I was getting Anne in bed. After she was in bed, she yelled from her room, "Mom, we forgot to read the scriptures!" My response from the other room was, "Well, we'll have to read two tomorrow--it's too late now."
Anne's next inquiry was strange: "What if the President gets mad?"
"What President?" I asked.
Anne (very annoyed) responded, "You KNOW--the one who talks on TV!"
Mom: "What president? President Hinckley?" (made most sense to me)
Anne's response was now not annoyed by rather unsure: "No, the one who talks in wars..."
"President Bush?"
"Yah."
"He won't get mad. Good night."
We were up very late as we were out playing for the holiday and it was 11:30 PM(!) by the time I was getting Anne in bed. After she was in bed, she yelled from her room, "Mom, we forgot to read the scriptures!" My response from the other room was, "Well, we'll have to read two tomorrow--it's too late now."
Anne's next inquiry was strange: "What if the President gets mad?"
"What President?" I asked.
Anne (very annoyed) responded, "You KNOW--the one who talks on TV!"
Mom: "What president? President Hinckley?" (made most sense to me)
Anne's response was now not annoyed by rather unsure: "No, the one who talks in wars..."
"President Bush?"
"Yah."
"He won't get mad. Good night."
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Go Mike!
Surprise! It hasn't even been a month!
So Lilly is a singer. Dave noticed this too and commented recently, "She's got music in her!" Indeed she does. The other day she was singing Angels We Have Heard on High while she was coloring: "Come little saw door him!" But my favorite was when she was singing Michael Row the Boat Ashore -- I liked her version better: "Michael row the whore ashore!"
I'm sure the picture in your mind is the same as mine, just admit it.
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