Will's baptism

Saturday, January 9th,
will go down in the history books
as one that Will is never going to forget! :)

He was finally able to get baptised,
after having not one, but two baptism dates
go by and him not get baptised.



He flashed his megawatt smile
and it hasn't really left yet!

Poor thing though, after he had gone all the way under,
his foot popped up. So he's part of the
twice dunked club,
like his mama and his daddy.
My dad forgot my middle name, he was so nervous.

What they don't prepare you for
is the flood gate of emotions
that comes unleashed when you see your child
walking into the font with your husband,
about to perform one of the most sacred
ordinances Heavenly Father gives us.

Will already is such a missionary,
wanting to tell everyone who will
listen that he was recently baptised.
I just love my little convert!

The Frustrated Mommy

Well how could I let this one pass up?
I just HAD to blog it. :)
So yesterday, Sunday, I'm going about
my typical tantrum day, complaining
that no one but me ever cleans up
after themself, does the dishes,
etc., etc. You know, WHINING. There,
I said it. I'm a whiner.
Sorry, Mom.
I did it all muttering under
my breath, though, so I thought
that no one heard.
How wrong I was!
A little later my son, Tommy,
comes to me and presents this
picture he's made of me.
"Here you go, Mommy. I drew
a picture of you being
frustrated."
Can we say that a picture
says a thousand words?
My Michelangelo can.
Look at the picture and tell
me what you see? Yep, me too.
I guess I need to check myself
better and not vocalize my
thoughts! :)
Enjoy!!!

O Christmas Tree

Well, we FINALLY got our tree tonight!
I guess it pays off to wait, we got such a deal for it! :)
I even had a very kind man pull over
and help me put it on the roof of my van!
while his daughter waited inside his truck,
watching and smiling at her hero Daddy for
helping this crazy lady with 3 kids in tow!)
We had fun bringing it home; Ryan beat us
home just by a few minutes.
He helped me take it off the roof,
trimmed it, and even put it in the tree stand
and put it in the corner!
Talk about going the extra mile,
that man of mine.
So we're decorating the tree
and we hear a knock on the door
and 2 mens voices caroling.
I opened the door and there were
2 brothers from our ward singing while holding
a plate of cookies, no,
actually two plates of cookies.
How sweet of them.
We had fun visiting with them and then they left
to go and bring joy to someone else.
And our tree looks beautiful! And like 3 adorable
kids put it together. :) which they did!
Merry, merry Christmas everyone.

Emma's wedding plans

Emma is planning her wedding.
I know, it's early still,
but a girl has to plan these things when she's little,
so she can be prepared! :)
Let me explain.
I am working on scanning family pictures and
am now scanning our wedding pictures. Emma
saw one of Ryan and I outside the temple in our
wedding clothes and she looked at me, shock and
disbelief in her face and said, "Uh! (think
a grunt of disgust) I thought I was going to
marry him! Why did you do that, mommy?"
I thought I was going to fall over!
Five minutes later she informed me that it's
okay I married her daddy,
she
will
marry...
Tommy
Her 5 year old brother.
And we don't live in the south!

yet another cute pic of this author as a child

Hey, I've got to milk it while I can...I ain't gettin'
any younger, you know! Just call it my mid-life crisis,
since I'll be 40 in March and, let's face it, I am not
going to wait for a mid-life crisis for 50!
Come on, people!!! Who wants to live to be 100 anyway? :)
So you're probably wondering why I'm posting
this particular picture.
Well, because it's my favorite of myself as a toddler.
I love that dress, wish Emma had one just like it.
I could make one just like it, but those feathers
would be a mess!!!

So it's of me and my Dad's dad, Grandpa Tommy.
He was my buddy. We would have dates from their
Queen Anne home in Seattle, take the bus to the
Seattle Center. Once there we'd go to Orange Julius
and get an orange julius and a hot dog.
Then we'd dance with the dancers.
Sometimes they were ballroom,
they were folk. Always it was F-U-N!!!.
But then we'd go home.
Grandma wasn't thrilled we were so late and
missed dinner hour and so the food got cold/tough,
whatever.
But we knew we had the best thing of all: memories made.
Chicken does NOT trump memories, ever!
especially hers, sorry Grandma.)

Trying to get it within the parameters of the white space

Hello all. Well I'm going to TRY to make it easier to read this
post and use my return key more often. Okay, so I just dated
myself. It's the "enter" key on the computer keyboard, it was
the "return" key on the IBM electric typewriter. Arugh! Can
you believe I remember that? ;)
I came across a funny picture of an adorable little girl and
am wondering if anyone can identify her for me? Hint, it's
the same person who's typing this posting! Okay, so I'm
not that funny. Oh well, so sue me.
The other night Will asked me and Ryan (at bedtime, kneeling
down for prayer with the other two younger siblings, I might
add) where babies come from. I about choked. I didn't
think Will was old enough for "the talk" yet. I still am
in denial about it. Will said, "Mama, I think I know where
babies come from." I looked sideways at him, holding my
breath, (just in case he's heard/seen something he
shouldn't have!) and asked him what he thought. He announced,
"They come from guacamole!" He was serious. I was laughing
hysterically. I seriously couldn't breath I was laughing
so hard. Yes, Carrot, I was having an "episode" of
laughing and coughing. Something I do daily. Ever since the
oink flu, when I start laughing, I begin coughing.
Uncontollably.
It's embarrassing and annoying. To quote Dr. Doofensmirtz
on Phineas and Ferb, "so I thank you and I curse you." The
flu, that is. The cough.
Anyhoo, we did finally gain composure and still haven't
answered poor Will. I just don't know how to begin "the talk"
with my 8-year old sweetie innocent.
Well, I'll bet you're dying to see the adorable little toddler.
Here she is:



What do you think? I know, Adorable. Awww, shucks. {blush}

On oinking and not blogging

Okay, so I've had a few, um, hints that I haven't been blogging for awhile now. SO SORRY! ;) I do have a life, you know! Let's see...since I blogged last time I have had the swine flu with pneumonia, Emma had another seizure, I volunteer at the boys' school in their rooms, as an art docent for each teacher, and as a library mom on Wednesdays. Oh, and I'm on the Enrichment committee and a family history consultant. And a mom and wife who must at least pretend to clean the house! Whew! That's a lot on my plate. So hopefully I'm forgiven?
Poor Tommy had a disappointing birthday this year. I had the flu on his birthday so no birthday cake was made. We finally celebrated his birthday at the end of the month by going to the Aquatic Center in Federal Way (really cool pool, it's actually where the Goodwill Games had their swimming events in the 80s) and a late lunch at Fat Burger. Tommy's friends all were no-shows, so it was just our immediate family. We still had fun, but I know Tommy would've rather had his friend from school and our neighbor kids there as well. Later he told me that it was the worst birthday EVER. Doesn't really make me feel like I succeeded on his birthday. Oh well, the sooner he gets used to disappointments in life the more successful he'll be, right?
I feel like there's so much I need to catch up on, but don't know where to begin. I'll go through my pictures on my camera and upload some pics and then comment on them. Maybe that'll be easiest.
Okay, so I'm rambling now. But isn't that what you want? You want me to fill in the void of internet space and type something for you blog stalkers to read. So here you go! You know who you are. I can almost hear you thinking, "It's about time she posted something!!!!" Well please see above for my valid excuses.
Now if only I could stop my sneezing! Ryan tells me that if I don't stop it, my nose is going to fall off my face! I say, it's a darned good thing I don't know karate, or else I'd karate chop someone to death every time I sneeze, they're so powerful.
Well I've killed enough time. I must sign off now and actually do some housework. My mom comes tomorrow and she will spend all her time cleaning inside my house instead of what we're planning on attacking, the dreaded garage. So I'll write more later. I promise.
Meanwhile, here's something fun for you to look at.