JUST A LITTLE SNEAK PREVIEW...:o)

 

I've been tagged...

6 Facts about my self, we'll make this short and sweet, as I usually feel guilty when I'm blogging because there's other more important things to do.
1. I usually feel guilty when I'm blogging.
2. When I walk into a room to get something, I have to be making some sort of hand movement that will remind me what it is I went to get. ? What a retard. Like if I left one room to get my phone, my hand will be in the shape of like someone talking on a pretend phone. Does that make sense? What a retard. Oh, I do this because I will forget when I get into the next room what it was I came for.
3. I would love to ballroom dance with my husband but if I ever told him, I'd probably get laughed out of the room.
4. I enjoy a good Oreo Cakester. If you haven't tried these...DON'T. (I hide and hoard them so I can get fat all by myself.)
5. I play with my eyebrows. All the time. It annoys even myself.
6. I have a new passion. It's digital scrapbooking. check it out. www.wonderlandstorybooks.com. Create your own account for free.
7. I shamelessly advertise my endeavors on my blog.

Tag, you're it.

Float like a butterfly. Sting like a...

Something of note happened to Cyd yesterday. We were all out at the house and had just finished lunch. I had a bottle of Dr. Pepper and the kids had wandered off with the lid. Cydnie came up and took a drink out of the bottle and then started spitting and threw the pop down on the ground. I said, "Cydnie..." (about throwing the pop down because it was right next to the electrician's power tools) and she said, "I sowwy but there a bee!!" And she started crying a little bit. I knew immediately what must have happened because there are always bees around the sweets we bring to the house. I didn't think it stung her, though, because she wasn't really hysterical like I thought someone would be if they got stung in the mouth. She just kind of wimpered and cried a little and walked around still trying to spit the bee out. It was really cute too because she was walking around saying, "STUPID bee!! Stupid bee!" A minute later when she was still spitting I told her to let me look at it. I pulled down her bottom lip and there was still a stinger with half a bee attached to her lip! Eww. That's enough to traumatize someone, don't you think?
It's a little swollen still but when I ask if I can look at it she says, "It bettew now." What a trooper. I got stung on the butt once and I complained for two weeks. (It really was horrible; it was in my bed and I sat on it. Then it swelled HUGE and itched terribly forever. My mom told me to put bleach on it--she had read that somewhere. So I did. Works like a charm...if it said it burns like nobody's business.) So! Two tips for the day: Don't drink something you don't look in first. And don't put bleach on your butt.

Have you been stung by a bee??
Have your kids?

HaLLOweeN cOoKies

 

 

 

 

Nothing gets me in the festive-holiday mood (no matter the holiday) like making sugar cookies and frosting them. I always have more fun than the kids. Today we were lucky to have a guest-my cousin's daughter. Her name is Aryka and she's darling. We all had a good time decorating pumpkins, gravy (graves) and angels (ghosts). What is the magical tradition that gets you in the mood for the holiday? Please share--I'm always looking for new traditions. :)

Pictures

 

 

Heritage Makers.

Hey, everyone.
My newest endeavor is a book-making project. It is basically virtual scrapbooking that someone else prints off for you and it comes back a hard-back glossy-page book. They are beautiful. Check out www.heritagemakers.com to see what products they offer. I am offering to make them for people or you can buy the membership and make them yourself. They make great Christmas, anniversary, birthday and just-because gifts. I made one with the lyrics of Let Them Be Little with pictures of my kids. It's a tear-jerker. ;) Let me know if there's anyone interested in having me make or helping you learn how to do it! I'm trying to post some of my favorite pictures from the book; they're probably located above. :)

Firestation Adventures

 

 

 

We had an absolutely STUPENDOUS time at the Fire Station today. Fireman Lynn was excellent with the kids. He got in his suit complete with the Darth Vader mask to teach the children not to be scared if someone looking like that comes to help them in a fire. He demonstrated the siren...in the cinderblock building. It was LOUD. :) And he taught us why there are three different sirens. Anybody know why??? :)

The Photo Shoot

 

 

 

 

Went on a little photo shoot.

 

 

 

 

This is my "neice" and "her fiance." I don't like to use these terms because it makes me feel old. Her sister made me a "great aunt" last month. Ugh. So I like to call them my friends. This is my friend Chelsie and her fiance Justin. They're super cute and googly-eyed. Not the irritating googly-eyed, but the level-headed darling googly-eyed. It's fun to use the term googly-eyed so I have to do it when I get the chance. Don't these pictures just make you go Awwww! It was a fun shoot.

In Honor of Conference

Well, in honor of the changes that took place in Conference on Saturday, I think I'll share a little story...

All names have not been changed in order to embaress the innocent.

I was working at ShopKo Optical in Provo, UT a few years ago(longer ago than it seems). It was an unusually hot Saturday afternoon in the summer. I was working behind the counter as usual when a gentleman walked in to get his glasses adjusted. I took them from him and asked what the problem was and we were working on correcting it. My dear friend, we'll call her... Jenn. (With 2 n's.) She had been working out in the garden center, I believe, covering a break for the cashier out there. She walked in--did I mention it was hot--and did I mention she was quite pregnant--and flopped down on the waiting chairs and said something about being pooped or something (help me out here). Then a young lady walked up to the gentleman I was helping and gushed, "Oh, I just wanted to tell you how much I always enjoy your talks." Craaaaaap. I think all the blood rushed out of my face when I realized I AM HELPING A GENERAL AUTHORITY AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHO IT IS!! Great. The unknown general authority then decided to purchase something from me; I think it was because the look on my face said I was a member and I had no idea who he was. He payed, so conveniently for me, with a card. I glanced down nonchalantly (I'm sure it was soooo obvious) and saw the name EYERING on the card. And then he was gone. We tried to go over what we had been talking about; white in the face wondering how bad it was. I still hate thinking about it. But I thought you might like to hear it. And now I get to say I helped one of the First Presidency.

And don't bother pointing out that he is the most recognizable general authority maybe EVER. I know that now.

And the thing that bugs me maybe the most about the whole experience is the fact that Donny Osmond came into ShopKo that same week and I knew him without any hesitation. Had to convince everyone it WAS him by showing him his "autographed" credit card reciept. Yes, this speaks volumes about me; something I'm not proud of. I know that now, too.

Has anything this awful ever happened to you?? Please share.

Porch

 

 

We now have a porch. And some shingles. (Not pictured.) haha.
In other news, Sadie is loving her preschool. She's becoming WAYYY too smart, as a matter of fact. Yesterday she said to me, "Mom, what means... stupendous?" I told her it was like super fantastic and she just said, "Oh." And wandered out. But I had to track her down and ask her where she heard that. TV? She said, "Sammy (her friend who is darling and hilarious who is in our ward and in her school class) said it. I didn't see it, but Brennan (another classmate) did a somersault and a flip and she said it was stupendous." Ha!
Cydnie is full of her own antics as well. She's crazy, actually. And she can really TALK now. Frighening. :) Whole sentences like, "I want the light on; I can't see my blantet." (This at 9:00 p.m.) And, "Mom, you det dressed." (This said at 6:00 a.m.) Motherhood is so much fun! I love it!! Usually.