The beach

As everyone knows, I do not enjoy the beach. But the other morning when I was running I was thinking that we need to take advantage of living so close to one. I am the only member on our family that doesn't like the beach. So, we went and I was happily surprised that I actually enjoyed myself! It helped that B had to work later so I knew that we would only be able to stay for about an hour. It was also nice that we went on a day that was cloudy, at least once in a while, so it wasn't so blazing hot. Don't think that it was cool by any stretch of the imagination, but it wasn't hot enough to feel like you were going to melt into a puddle.
B and M were brave enough to get in the water and play. I was more content to stay on dry ground. The other month I heard on the news a shark guy said that if people round these parts knew how many sharks were really here, they would freak out. That was all I needed to hear to solidify that I no longer need to step foot into the ocean. SCARY!
I love to take pictures from behind. I think they are so cute! I love that no matter how many times we go, she still loves to jump over the waves.

He was more content to play on the sand. He's a smart boy! No need to put your life at risk of your own free will and choice! We really did have a good time and I am happy to report that we came home with the same amount of body parts that we left with!

Hair

About three weeks ago I decided that I really needed to do something with my hair. Well I must admit that a sweet girl in our ward told me twice in one week that my hair was frizzy and that I should get my hair done to combat the problem. So with her gentle encouragement and the fact that I found a Paul Mitchell school in the area that would only charge $10 for a haircut I decided to take the leap and do something with my hair. I was glad to get it done for such a low price. But choosing to go to a school does come with a price. Problem #1- She cut off a lot more than I was expecting. I had told her that I just want layers added and swoopey bangs(which I learned is actually called a fringe. Who knew?!) Problem #2- I knew it would take longer because she is in fact a student. But imagine my surprise when it took her three hours. I do think that she was actually slower than other students because her learning leader(NOT teacher! That's something else I learned) would come around A LOT and ask her if she needed help and if she was doing ok. Not to mention there were students around her that did color jobs in the time it took her to cut my hair. Problem #3- They didn't tell me on the phone that if you use a card, you can't add a tip. So I went up to pay and there was no where for a tip! The girl that had cut my hair had walked with me to the front. So she's standing right next to me as I pay and I can't tip her. I felt so bad. So I had to go over to Costco, which is fine because I LOVE Costco. It just fills me with so much joy! Anyway I had to buy something. Pretty sure it was another volume of Ducktails, just sayin'; get cash back to be able to go back to tip her. I did tell them that they should tell people on the phone that they need to bring cash for a tip. Anyway this is the end result of the all morning, no card tip haircut.
When K saw that I was having my picture taken he wanted to join in on the excitment. I love this kid! Sometimes he makes me crazy and I have to tell him for his sake that he needs to go away from me because I'm going totally nuts. But other times he is so sweet. Like the other night when we were reading scriptures. He started to touch the callus on my feet. He ran into the bathroom and got my ped egg and started trying to rub it off. When I told him that he needed to push harder, he looked at me and said,"but that would hurt you and I don't want to hurt you mommy."
Of course M wanted her picture taken too. She wants her hair to be curly so bad! Last night I put it in three french braids and she slept on them. When I took the braids out this morning before church she couldn't stop looking in the mirror. Today is one of those days where I just love being a mom and love that my kids are little enough that they ask me things like, "How do you know everything?" I love that they color me pictures and tell me that they love me even when I freak out because they are walking in the house with their shoes on after I have spent three hours bleaching the white grout. I love their unconditional love and that they still want to hold my hand and sit on my lap. I just love love love my kiddos and am so thankful they will be mine forever!

Euthanasia

So, I was listening to the radio this morning as I made breakfast for the offspring. "A Total Eclipse of the Heart" had just ended, thus ending the concert I had put on in the kitchen. I love that song! Anyway, the DJ came on talking about blond moments and that they are having a contest to see who has the best blond moment. The winner gets tickets to go see a play. I have absolutely zero desire to see the play but hearing about the contest sent me into at least five minutes of serious contemplation of my best blond moments. I have oh so many to chose from but one for sure trumps all the rest. Most of you will remember this story, but it's fun to have a good laugh every once in a while, so here goes.
It was a dark and stormy night... Ok not really I just wanted to say something nerdy. I seem to be in a little bit of an annoying mood. B is glad he's not home because my annoying moods tend to include attempted tackling's followed by annoying titty twisters and attacks on all his tickle spots. Anyway, it was a normal day in the life of a 20 year old. I was sitting in an English class listening to presentations on something that the presenter found horribly wrong with society. Now this class wasn't a low level English class. No, in fact it was one of the highest ones you can take. I don't know why I took it. It had nothing to do with my major. I think I took it as an elective because I knew I would get an A. I can't make two plus two equal four, but I can B.S. my way through an English class like no body's business. B can attest to that fact seeing how I have written my fair share of his papers. And just in case you were wondering, it would appear that I haven't lost my touch. I can still get an A on a paper even if I can't even pronounce the words I am typing. Anyway that was a tangent. Sorry about that. So I'm sitting there listening to these presentations. A lovely young lass gets up and starts to present. She is talking about euthanasia. I got lost in my own thoughts for a minute because it seemed to me that as of late that topic had come up a lot and I was quite perplexed as to why. So before she got too far into her presentation I raised my hand. The class only had about 15 people in it so I knew that I could ask my question and she would answer it without being too deeply offended that this random girl had interrupted her. Anyway, this girl, if I remember right her name was (and probably still is) Lindsey. So Lindsey asked if I had a question. I said yes and asked," What's with this topic as of late? I mean, why do people keep talking about the youth in Asia? What's wrong with the youth in America?" You can probably imagine the look that she gave me. The professor actually stood up from his seat to come close enough to me to find out if I was being serious. Yes in fact I was. I had no idea what euthanasia was and why it was so bad. Lindsey was kind enough to explain ti to me before she moved on... Yes this is a true story and every time I think about it, it makes me laugh! Yipee for blond moments!

I want to try!

Today before conference started we went in the backyard so that B and I could play catch. M was throwing a football in the air seeing if she could get it high enough that the pilot of the helicopter that had been circling since yesterday, could lean out his door and grab it. Much to her chagrin it never happened. And K was throwing a soccer ball in the air trying to get it over the fence into the neighbors yard. The joy of losing one's ball over the fence will forever be a mystery to me, but it truly is one of his favorite things to do. Anyway, B and I were throwing a baseball back and forth when M said that she wanted to try it. I bowed out so that I could go make lunch. I am so glad that I did because she had a great time playing with her daddy!I wish the pictures could truly show how much fun she was having.

She was actually pretty good. She absolutely loved when B would tell her good job.
I loved being able to stand in the trees and just watch them have a good time. Sometimes I wish that I was as much fun as daddy is, but on days like today I was so happy to be the one taking pictures and just being able to watch.