Proof

Here is the proof the world needs that men are just little boys trapped in big awkward bodies that they don't really know what to do with. I was in the kitchen making dinner when I looked over and saw this. B had gone and picked up one of K's helicopters and was playing with it. Now, I'm not talking about playing with it to keep K happy. No, he was playing with it and truly enjoying himself! K has a space shuttle too and B was explaining to him how all the different flying machines work. How they land, what they sound like, if they can hover or not. What I want to know is how boys know this stuff? I'm pretty sure that B has never taken a class on flying machines. At least I've never written a paper for such a class and that is a pretty good indicator that such a class has not been taken. Even as a baby, a little boy will know a car sound and that it is supposed to roll on the ground. Anyway, my only regret about this picture is that I took it too soon. Right after I took this picture, B started to make the flying sound just like K is doing. If only I had waited another second to snap the picture! Oh well, this one is pretty good, even if it is only K making the sounds.

Pretty cool part II

B couldn't stand the thought of being showed up by his little girl. So when he saw her do a back flip, he too

 needed to do one. Here he is ready for take off

 Flipping over

 and then landing safely.

 I think that this was the best idea I had in a long time. I wanted both of them to do it at the same time.

 I love this picture! I love that she is looking at him and I love that we timed it right that they are flipping at the same time.

Watching these two crazies was fun. It was fun because I didn't have to get in the freezing cold hotel water. I just got to be the picture taker. It was fun because I didn't have to defy death. I got to keep both feet planted firmly on the ground and just avoid the splashes!

Pretty cool part 1

We went to the temple this weekend. B didn't have school on Friday because he had been on call Thursday night. We left Friday morning to go up to the temple. We decided to stay in a hotel because, although it is do-able to go up and back to the temple in one day, it just isn't very fun. So we found a cheap hotel and stayed the night. Both B and I were able to do a session on Friday. It was so awesome to be in the temple! We've been really blessed and have been able to make it to the temple every month this year. We have had to do it in one day before. The drive time makes it so only one of us can do a session and the other one has to do initiatory's or baptism's. Anyway, going up and planning on staying made it so we both got to do a session. It was awesome! Well, after we both got done and we had done dinner, we went swimming. The pool at the hotel had a deep end. M loved diving in that end. She taught herself how to do a back flip. I think it looks so awesome!

I love that in this picture, she has a huge smile on her face! She loved flipping over and over again. Which is good since I needed her to do it several times so that I could get all the pictures I needed.

 

All I know is that there is no way I can do this! I don't know where her absolute lack of fear comes from. I remember when I was younger that I was truly a wimp and would never have had the courage to do this. I have other pictures to put on of flipping events, but I'll have to do it later. My fasting stomach is calling, so I'm off to my duty's in the kitchen!

A few of my favorite things

Can I just say that the new blogger layout is NOT one of my favorite things?! I find it extremely annoying. I don't like that I can't find anything anymore. Truly it makes me a little bit crazy. Anyway, enough about that. For awhile now I have been thinking that I need to sit down and write about a few of my favorite things. I've been putting it off because I didn't know how I would find pictures to go along with some my favorite things. Take for example hiccups. I.Love.them! I only get them about once a year and if I say anything to acknowledge said hiccups, they will immediately go away. So I cannot even celebrate out loud that I have them. What about a picture of sneezing? I don't have one of myself sneezing, thank goodness! But even more thankfully, I don't have a picture of anyone else sneezing either. I love the build up before the sneeze comes. I love the build of anticipation and then I love when it happens! Oh my it just makes me so happy! What about fresh cut grass?! Well actually it's not the fresh cut grass that I love. I actually find that rather annoying because if you step in in, it turns your shoe green. It's the smell that I love! I actually think it's a combination of the fumes from the lawn mower and the cut grass that just makes me gitty. I can't forget the smell of wet dirt! I'm not talking about mud. I am talking about dirt when it gets wet. Like when you wash a potato when it still has the skin on it and you get to smell the wet dirt. It may be one of the best smells on the planet! I'm pretty sure that if there was an air freshener that was the wet dirt smell, I would buy it. I just love the sound of a onesie in the dryer. I love when the little metal snaps hit the side. I also love the sound of a dishwasher washing dishes. Truly those sounds just fill me with such glee! Now you may be thinking that I am really weird and that you are considering denying that you ever knew me. I don't blame you at all! I am a little odd and I blame it on the fact that when I was a wee little lass I fell out of the shopping cart not once, not twice, but three times at the same store in the same shopping trip. I didn't just fall out either, I fell out onto my head! So, that's where the strangeness comes from. Moving on! There is one thing that is my absolute favorite thing that I'm pretty sure I couldn't live without. I do happen to have a picture, so here you go!

He is for sure my favorite "thing" in the whole entire world! I know that it's so so cheesy to say, but it is 100% the truth! Today marks the day of being together for 13 years! He is my best friend and my better half. I cannot imagine life without him. You can ask our sweet little kiddos. Try as I may, I just am not as happy when he isn't around. He is that calm one and can get me to chill out when I have asked close to 700 times for the three toys to be picked up off the floor & put away but they are still laying there and our sweet sweet children are saying,"I didn't hear you!" (Sure they didn't!) He is a rock star and always remembers to make time for me even though he is so busy. He makes me laugh and trys to understand why it is that I am crying for absolutely no reason at all. I love him and am so thankful that he's mine for ever, for always and no matter what!

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!