Christmas Morning

And the aftermath. A good time was had by all, except little Hayden who by the stooper on her face must have thought this morning was completely upsurd. However, she was the one who woke up hungry and wet at 6 am. Brock of course heard her cry and thought it was santa. He rolled out of bed onto some reindeer poop and immediately knew Santa had come, then proceeded to turn on lights and wake everyone else up. Thus, little Hayden did not get her early morning alone time with mom, thus the stooper.

Christmas Day

This is the before photo. I stayed up to clean so everyone could have a wonderful carefree Christmas Day.

Addiction

I kmow it's been a while since I've actually added to my blog. And I apologize to all those who so faithfully check their list of co-bloggers. I can blame my neglect however on another piece of modern internet technology, facebook. Yes, I have become an addict, to the point that my poor little 9 month old will be sitting at my feet crying her little eyes out to be picked up. I am indeed a horrible mother, or maybe I'm just trying to teach her patience.

Honestly nothing much has changed, at least not earth shattering. I am making Texas Sheet Cake though. Dessert at my house. Post later, dessert is calling.

Happenings

The first few pictures are on our Spud Harvest vacation. The kids don't have school for the last 2 weeks of September due to spud harvest so we do our vacationing then, less crowds, better prices, it's wonderful. This year we went to Disney Land and had a few days at the beach. I'm glad I don't live in California anymore, but I love to visit, it still feels like going home.

The next picture is of Hayden and our cat "Brother". I have never seen a cat so calm and better with kids than this one. He will just sit there and let Hayden have her way with him. We acquired him last winter when a family in our ward moved to a city and figured "Brother" would not survive. They assured us that he is strictly an outside cat, but for some reason he has definietly taken to the indoors. I have no idea how old he is so I hope we have many more years with him.

The last picture is one of 5 pictures I got of the kids this Halloween. I was a huge slacker and I so regret it, especially because I spent at leat an hour on hair. And they were so cute. I promise to do much better next year.

Tonka, aka Willy Wonka

This is our horse Tonka (it's short for some really long native american name that means survivor or something like that), when we first acquired him the kids couldn't remember his name but they somehow figured out that it rhymed with Willy Wonka, thus the "aka". Anywho, this post is mostly for my mom who asked me months ago to send her a picture of how he looked when we got him. He looks 100% better now. He is a wonderful horse. He is almost 3 years old and has been so easy to "break", although there really never was any need to "break" him.

Perspectives

I find myself in a rare situation . . . I have a few seconds in the middle of the day to blog. Everybody say hallelujah (or however you spell that word). But I need to record these experiences before I forget them.

Last week we were reading in the Book of Mormon reader in the part where the languages were confounded due to building of the Tower of Babel. Brock has now taken over the nightly readings and it's so funny to hear the commentaries he occasionally spouts while reading. This night after reading about the languages he said, "Hmm, that's a good idea!" I'm sure however that the ancients did not feel the same when they were no longer able to communicate with their friends and family, still, a good reminder to be like a little child and agree with our Maker in all things He sees fit to bestow upon us.

Also, we seem to have a resident professor in our midst. Ever since Addison could talk she has given lectures on diverse subjects. She has faltered lately however with her professorship, she now experiments with single words. This past week she has decided to use the word "sensible". I've often been told this past week that what I have done was very sensible. We'll see what her new word is this week.

And then yesterday I was reminded of how torturous Sacrament Meeting can be for 5 year olds. Usually we get the questions "When is church over?" "Is it almost done?" "Can we go to primary yet?" and a multitude of other questions, sighs and moans about 50 times during a 1 hour and 10 minute time period. Yesterday however Emma asked one question the whole meeting, "Is it fast Sunday today?" Now, I know what she was thinking, fast Sunday means that the church meetings somehow are time warped on this 1st Sunday of the month. I thought the same thing when I was her age, as well as, I am sure, every single LDS kid thought. I told her it was and she didn't ask another time question the whole meeting. I love little children's perspective, it's so simple.

Now, I know these experiences are not earth shattering, but I hope they will serve as a memoir for my little ones.

I know you are all thinking that I am a failure at this blog thing, and yes I would have to agree with you. What I want to know is where do you all find the time to blog!!!! Is it in the wee hours of the night or morning? Do you just have angels for children? Me, myself I love my sleep, as for my children, lets just say we are waiting for the eternities for their angelic spirits to emerge.

All I have to say is be patient with me, eventually I will get all of my office manager stuff done (3 months of 40 hour weeks, and counting), I will get all 10 loads of laundry folded and put away, I will scrub my crusty looking toilets (it's this country water that makes them so bad so quickly, honestly) and I will do all of this plus 100 other chores all with a smile on my face and whistling that Mary Poppins song, you know the one where the nursery cleans itself. Until then I will post about once every full moon.

Pampered Chef September Host Special

Pampered Chef September Guest Special

Last Day of Spummerall

Well, Spummerall is officially over. You might ask what Spummerall is, well it's the four months of combined Spring, Summer and Fall we've had this year, which officially started on June 10 (the last day of winter). We had our first snow fall today. It's all rather depressing for me, a semi-native Californian. I found it quite humorous when my third little darling got the season's all mixed up today, when she saw the snow fall she enthusiastically declared it was the 1st day of summer. Poor thing, but at least according to her time table she has a summer birthday, January 6th. I have a summer birthday for that matter as well. So you are all officially invited to my summer birthday party in January, we will be hanging out at the pool and sipping strawberry daqueries. Sarcasm must come with this season.

Okay, I'm finally posting my first blog. And I thought I ought to explain the pig sty title. When I was a youngster my room was often a disaster, who's wasn't? Okay, excepting my older sister who shall remain nameless to protect the innocent, or not so innocent. However I guess my room (which I shared with, let's see, at least 3 other siblings) was especially appalling one year because I got a street sign with "Pigsty Place" for Christmas I think it was, from another one of my siblings (I have quite a few of them, siblings that is, all of whom I dearly love) who also shall remain nameless. Anywho, I am now in my mid thirties and I must say I turned out pretty good and so far from the "Pigsty Place", so far that it seems my older sister aforementioned has somewhat taken on the role of my younger self.
That's it for now, we are headed off to cheer on the mighty Cougars.