The good news: I didn't have to drag out my carpet cleaner.
The bad news: Owen peeing on the wood floor 3 feet from the bathroom.
The good news: Chasey decided it was snuggle time.
The bad news: It was 1:30 in the morning.
The good news: I really didn't want to wear that anyways.
The bad news: Chase throwing up a mysterious substance with impeccable aim right on my new white shirt.
The good news: My hearing is perfect!
The bad news: Bennett asking me to go over to his friend's house about 10 ten times hoping that my answer would magically change.
The good news: I found my brown sugar.
The bad news: It was in the coat closet being eaten by Owen.
The good news: It's a good thing he is starting out in life expressing his feelings so well. Maybe this will continue when he is married.
The bad news: Owen throwing a tantrum because he didn't want to put on his church clothes.
The good news: My food bill just went down.
The bad news: Taylor moaning and groaning that he would rather eat nothing then let my tomato-ridden taco soup pass his lips.
The good news: I have no guilt about using & rotating the hard to get powdered milk in my pantry.
The bad news: Owen breaking a roll out tray in my pantry while trying to get a toy. It obviously no longer rolls out.
The good news: That shirt was ready to be tossed anyways.
The bad news: Bennett deciding to write on Owen's shirt with permanent marker because Owen said it was o.k.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Spot #3
This much I know. You could feed, clothe, educate and entertain a small family with what ends up in the back of my van. I am also fairly certain I am raising a bunch of pigs and not boys. I cringe when I see these pictures. I call this area the black hole. Kids go in, kids come out and what ever happens or gets left back there I try and pretend I don't know about it. So far I haven't lost any children. It is only when their pigsty starts to creep up into my driving area that I start to pay attention to it and make them clean it up. How embarrassing.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Funny website
Check out this website with your kids. Mine thought it was hilarious. Here are some of our favorites.
http://www.photofunia.com/
http://www.photofunia.com/
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Holy Cow! This lady can sing!
This is well worth the click. (I would have embedded it directly, but YouTube says no can do "by request"). I got chills listening to this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY
Thursday, April 16, 2009
I loved this article in the paper today!
House too messy? You don't always have to apologize
Have you ever apologized for your messy house, implying that it isn't usually that way? Or used the excuse, "I don't clean on Sundays," which packs a double whammy?
I still remember the day I figured out that other people's houses weren't always clean. Just like me, they would clean the living room spotlessly but the rest of the house was in various states of disorder. Even with that knowledge, I still tried to hide my dirty little secret.
I have spent years trying to rid myself of the need to apologize for everything from my potluck item not being perfect to the way my hair turned out that day. The hardest of all has been to keep from apologizing for the disorder of my home.
I have four children, soon to be five. They have school, Scouts, dance and homework. They are good, compassionate children who have chores, but often not enough time to get them done.
Can we just give ourselves a break? There is a time for everything, and sometimes the house is just going to be a mess. Someday the kids will grow and find their own space to mess up. Cleanliness can be reasonably expected during that phase of your life, unless, of course, they come back to live with you.
Maybe we need an enrichment group called Apologizers Anonymous. Somehow we need to stop this vicious cycle before it infects another generation of our daughters.
I am not suggesting that we should not try to keep our homes neat and tidy. I always feel better when I have a clean space to think or work in. However, that is often an unrealistic ideal for me.
None of us is perfect. Perhaps we would all be happier if we could not only accept others in all their own flawed glory, but ourselves as well.
Someday I will proudly declare that my house is a mess and I have five sticky kids to show for it -- but who know that their mother loves them. Instead of apologizing, I will remind my unexpected visitor that I can't take the house with me when I die, but my kids are eternal. Until then, I'll try to forgive myself each time I falter and apologize anyway.
By Sandra Rytting
For the Deseret News
Published: Thursday, April 16, 2009 12:05 a.m. MDT
Have you ever apologized for your messy house, implying that it isn't usually that way? Or used the excuse, "I don't clean on Sundays," which packs a double whammy?
I still remember the day I figured out that other people's houses weren't always clean. Just like me, they would clean the living room spotlessly but the rest of the house was in various states of disorder. Even with that knowledge, I still tried to hide my dirty little secret.
I have spent years trying to rid myself of the need to apologize for everything from my potluck item not being perfect to the way my hair turned out that day. The hardest of all has been to keep from apologizing for the disorder of my home.
I have four children, soon to be five. They have school, Scouts, dance and homework. They are good, compassionate children who have chores, but often not enough time to get them done.
Can we just give ourselves a break? There is a time for everything, and sometimes the house is just going to be a mess. Someday the kids will grow and find their own space to mess up. Cleanliness can be reasonably expected during that phase of your life, unless, of course, they come back to live with you.
Maybe we need an enrichment group called Apologizers Anonymous. Somehow we need to stop this vicious cycle before it infects another generation of our daughters.
I am not suggesting that we should not try to keep our homes neat and tidy. I always feel better when I have a clean space to think or work in. However, that is often an unrealistic ideal for me.
None of us is perfect. Perhaps we would all be happier if we could not only accept others in all their own flawed glory, but ourselves as well.
Someday I will proudly declare that my house is a mess and I have five sticky kids to show for it -- but who know that their mother loves them. Instead of apologizing, I will remind my unexpected visitor that I can't take the house with me when I die, but my kids are eternal. Until then, I'll try to forgive myself each time I falter and apologize anyway.
By Sandra Rytting
For the Deseret News
Published: Thursday, April 16, 2009 12:05 a.m. MDT
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Spot #2
Taylor's Dresser - If this picture isn't the perfect snapshot of Taylor's life I don't know what is. The minute I saw it I knew this would be one of my spots. It is perfect and exactly what I am trying to document. Let's play I Spy with this one.
An art project he brought home from school - land formations including but not limited to mountains, stream, waterfall, hill, cliff, delta, volcano, peninsula, ocean and an island.
Tae Kwon Do medals
Boards he has broken in Tae Kwon Do with various body parts.
Legos and Star Wars all in one
Cub Scouts - His books and a patch from his latest space derby. The only piece leftover from his rocket that he made is the propeller.
His pocketknife - He got this for his birthday. He loves to whittle sticks and has only cut himself once.
Lyrics for the song "Istanbul (not Constantinople)." He heard this song at school the other day and wanted me to print out the words so he could memorize it. I even went a step further and downloaded it for him so he could sing along.
Hardy Boy books - He knocks down one of these in a day. He loves to read and re-read his favorite books. He must get this from his mom!
Little BYU letters that he cut out of play dough. He loves all things BYU and BYU football
An art project he brought home from school - land formations including but not limited to mountains, stream, waterfall, hill, cliff, delta, volcano, peninsula, ocean and an island.
Tae Kwon Do medals
Boards he has broken in Tae Kwon Do with various body parts.
Legos and Star Wars all in one
Cub Scouts - His books and a patch from his latest space derby. The only piece leftover from his rocket that he made is the propeller.
His pocketknife - He got this for his birthday. He loves to whittle sticks and has only cut himself once.
Lyrics for the song "Istanbul (not Constantinople)." He heard this song at school the other day and wanted me to print out the words so he could memorize it. I even went a step further and downloaded it for him so he could sing along.
Hardy Boy books - He knocks down one of these in a day. He loves to read and re-read his favorite books. He must get this from his mom!
Little BYU letters that he cut out of play dough. He loves all things BYU and BYU football
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Today at Costco
Owen in the cart.
Owen you need to sit down. I don't want you to smush the bread.
Owen sit down.
Owen bottom down.
Owen please don't step on the bread.
Owen you have to sit down.
Owen please sit down. You are going to smush the bread.
Owen you need to be careful.
Watch where you are stepping.
Owen I don't want you to step on the bread.
You need to sit down.
He smushed the bread anyway....sitting down.
Hello? Why didn't I just move the bread?
Owen you need to sit down. I don't want you to smush the bread.
Owen sit down.
Owen bottom down.
Owen please don't step on the bread.
Owen you have to sit down.
Owen please sit down. You are going to smush the bread.
Owen you need to be careful.
Watch where you are stepping.
Owen I don't want you to step on the bread.
You need to sit down.
He smushed the bread anyway....sitting down.
Hello? Why didn't I just move the bread?
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