Khronicles of Kate

The very week Bo went to kindergarten Kate decided to quit her nap. Actually the second week. First she let me have a week to get a taste of the true bliss of her napping and Bo gone to kindergarten. I scrap booked and watched one of my favorite shows that whole week. I ate lunch in perfect peace and it was divine.

Enter in week two. DONE with Naps. Done. I tried and tried and she is DONE. I have never had children who seem to need much sleep. It drives me crazy because frankly I'm exhausted.

Anyhoo, so now that she won't take a nap we are at that stage, where sometimes of course around 5:00pm every day, she gets tired and you have to deal with the crabola and also make sure she doesn't get a nap... Because I need her to go to bed at night.

It is often the case where she will fall asleep at 5 and be up until 12. I also have often felt like I should sue her for harassment. She is harassing me. Honest. She cannot leave me alone for one second. She needs me all the time and must be talking all the time and ask questions all the time and I answer her but she asks me over and over again.

And don't even think about eating in front of her. She can hear you eating a mile aways and she WILL eat off your plate. Now that I am describing my little Helen Keller I am starting to feel like some good discipline could go a long way here. But I promise, I am not a huge softy with her. She is just a harasser!

Anyway, all of that just to show you what happened yesterday when I took my eyes off her for a second!


She fell asleep just like this! All on her knees, one inch away from the tv.

This is also my first kid who has to change herself no less than fifty times a day. I love the backwards pants, unmatching shirt (what could match those adorable pants though), and her brothers shoes. She is just a goof ball.

Also I have been trying to teach Bo to say his own prayers. I guess I have helped him way too long because he doesn't know how to come up with his own thoughts. I told him to just think about it. He has refused and I have ended up helping him. One night after watching Justine say her prayers he tried it himself and was all excited and told me he "think" about it! So he wanted to pray again so I could hear. "Jesus, I like Pizza." Nice one, buddy!

butternut squash? carrots? Peas?

I went to a baby shower the other day. It was all I could do to keep from just hugging that mama's baby belly. I am sorry if that is weird. I just love pregnancy and those babies. I want them. I seriously need to go work in labor and delivery. Why didn't I plan my life better! I know everyone is going to tell me it is not too late. But I sort of think it is. I am kind of on a different path and don't know if I can do both things at once. Or if I want to try.

Anyway I thought you would all be proud to know that I won the game "name that baby food flavor". I don't know if that is the real name but that is what it was.

I got nine flavor correctly (by tasting them of course) including the trick flavor. The only one I got wrong was pears. I knew they weren't apples but they tasted so sugary I thought it was a dessert and put apple crisp. Blasted! I don't even know if I have heard of apple crisp baby food, but I was stumped. But I think nine flavors is pretty dang good considering I usually didn't eat the babies baby food and Kate NEVER ate baby food. She wouldn't touch the stuff!

I won a jamba juice card. I know people hate the games at parties but because I have a competitive nature I love the games! I probably just need to get out more.

Speaking of babies..... Here are a few reasons why I love them sssooo much!

Khronicles of Kate and more.

Tonight marks the beginning of Kate's teenage rebellious years.


She referred to me as Susan!


Standing there in her little blue Care Bear Halloween costume, trying to get my attention over all the other yelling kids...she called me Susan!


We all loved it. We ate her up with hugs and squeezes and argued with her that I was mom. And she argued that I was Susan.


Sadly I don't have a picture, but we did the thing tonight that brings me great joy. Decorating the front porch for Halloween. The kids all love it and want to help. I think stretchy spider webs are the best invention ever. They can go on forever and they NEVER look bad.


So after we cleaned up a three inch flood in my bathroom (not the new one, PHEW) which led to leaking in the garage, Wah, and included using every last towel we own.... and a couple of quilts, which were all freshly put away after I had done the laundry, (not the quilts, we ripped those straight off beds), we resumed decorating. (Do you think that was even a real sentence?) And it looks great and creepy. The kids wrapped little skeletons into the spider web like the spider was preparing them for his feast. It is great. I will post a picture when it is done. I have to get corn stalks still....and every last little gourd I can afford. Hee Hee


Then for dinner we had my favorite Mexican Lasagna and discussed Samuel the Laminate from the Book of Mormon for Family Home Evening and practiced shooting little arrows at him and shooting rubber bands at him but he couldn't get killed. He was trying to preach to the wicked people who only cared about their riches but they tried to shoot him with arrows. They couldn't kill him and neither could we. He was just protected that way.... by you know who!

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And then we had sour gummy worms and m&m's for dessert.

Then I yelled at kids to go to bed. Disappointingly, I am a yeller. I also yelled at the kids during the flood. Right before I yelled at them to stop yelling at each other because theses are the times that prove what kind of people we are. By how we are going to react to bad situations.


Now I have to clean out the garage.

My Glenny does it agin!

Glenny wrote this letter to his daughter when she was leaving for college. They played it on air with music.I ADORED it. So I was ever so thankful when my friend took the time to listen to his every word and then write it down. I wanted a copy for my kids also.


You’re never alone and there is never trouble that is beyond help. Your Father loves you, and your Heavenly Father loves you. Yesterday is gone tomorrow, may never come, but as long as we have today it is never too late.Question with boldness. Read what they tell you not to. Challenge everything; the educated of this time are growing arrogant, and arrogance leads to darkness. Sunlight is the best disinfectant, however, sanitizer is a must. Especially in NY City. Look for the exits; they may save your life. Respect others; know that they are most likely afraid, just like you. In fact I have found that the more arrogant and forceful they become, the more afraid they are. The worst things in life you can do is dishonoring yourself and your family, and then go living a life without setting it right. Marry for love, marry for laughs, but most importantly, marry with God. For without God, life’s storms are too strong to withstand. Wealth and fame are an illusion. We’ve been rich we’ve been poor we’ve been happy both times, but when you are truly miserable is when you lie to yourself and others. Alcohol and drugs make life easier, for a very short time, and then they destroy. There is no experience that is bad. Experience just is, it’s what you do with that experience, how you use it, will it shape your life for the better and help you to be a stronger person, or will you allow those experiences to smother and destroy you? Call 911 first, and then call your Dad. Always have a picture on your desk of someone you admire. Don’t let life wash over you, wave after wave. You are not a rock. Learn from the waves; learn from the currents. Choose to sail. "I AM THAT I AM" is the most powerful phrase in any language. As it is, the name of God. Never use it in vain. Use it to create who you want to be. “I am ______. But know that if you don’t fill that blank in, someone else will. You can ignore it, but if you do, it will be filled in by others or just life. There will always be many who will try to fill that blank in, but only you can fill it in, and be happy. The Lord lives and he is personal. He loves you and is always there to help. But we have to train ourselves to hear Him. We have to use our faith and exercise it like a muscle. The more we use faith, the louder he becomes. Serve Him in all things. Stand where he asks you to stand. Stand, for you do, have a purpose. Your job is to remember who you are. Remember what you agreed upon. We are meant to be happy. But remember, “no pain, no gain.” Life is hard, and then, it gets harder. And then you die, but every single second of life is worth it. Always say what you mean and mean what you say. Always turn the other cheek and always forgive. But don’t forget so much that you put yourself in the same situation. Question authority. Including everything you have just read. Make these things true, because you know them to be true. You have everything you need to be happy. I hope you figure that out before I did. Freedom, Rights are given to Man, by God. They are his; protect them. You are the guardian. Private Jet travel is the only material thing that can actually change your life. However, refined manner, gentleness, meekness, kindness will be the only currency of any true value. Stuff doesn’t matter. Forgiveness is divine. The Atonement is real. You are worthy. Hell is an eternity of regret, not being able to forgive yourself. Cabs smell worse in the summer. Walk a lot. And never stop noticing things around you. When you do, change your way, or change your address. People are good. They want to do the right thing. Give them the opportunity. Shadows are darkest at noon. And it always gets colder before sunrise. It’s never wrong to do the right thing. Learn to love others that you know, or you really don’t like. Read the scriptures everyday. They are alive and He speaks to you through them. There are no coincidences in life. Learn laugh, love. Sleep hard, and sleep less. Pray on your knees. To whom much is given, much is required. (You’ve been given the world and beyond.) Only date those who love you as much as I do. Only date those who’ll treat you, as I have tried. Never want something too much. You will always end up paying too high of a price, one way or another. If you must shoot, shoot to kill. Labels are meaningless. Someone you meet today is afraid, or suffering, find them, comfort them. Never let the sun go down without saying you’re sorry for your wrongs. Your parents miss you. Call them. Call them now. Life goes by far to fast. Keep a journal. Write what you think. Write what you question. Write what you know. There is order in all things. Stay in that order, stay in the flow. You will find very few real friends in life. Cherish them. Things will change and you will fall in and out of each other’s lives but when you do, it will be as if you never left. The hardest thing to do is to admit failure. To admit weakness. Only the very strong do. The weak never ask for help. Fasting is prayer. Fasting without prayer is a diet.

My awesome piece of technological advice was totally poo poohed away!

Okay not really, but I was dealing with a technological master and I guess my amazing knowledge just may not rock your world. But here it goes....

Did you know that we put men on the moon but we somehow still think DVD's with smooth scratchable surfaces are a great idea? Go figure.

But I learned from TV a few years ago that if you rub them while dry with tooth PASTE (not gel) and then wash them off then they will work. I was so excited about that and I have done it for years!!!!! Although it only lasts a few plays.

Yesterday I learned from the all knowing technological guru (I am not being sarcastic here) that you can actually take them in to certain DVD stores and pay $2 bucks to have all the scratched buffed off. For good. Isn't that exciting?

And the most interesting thin is this:

When you set your DVD up side down to keep if from getting scratched you are actually worrying about the wrong side! The DVD goes clear through to the top of the DVD so you can buff layers of the DVD away and it will still work. But if you scratch one layer of the top going down it will be ruined for good. Amazing huh!

Today we went to go see Toy Story 3. The end made me cry so bad I almost made a noise. It was very cute although Bo was scared and wanted to leave.

Tonight Corey gets home from his 10th day of being gone bow hunting. Did I mention I have 6 children? I may have no reason to appreciate him tomorrow.

Rhett had to make waffles to pass off one of his cub scout goals... He was very happy about it.

Don't cha just love it! Fresh out of the bath!

Angels among us.....

I am so sorry that I cannot share more. I really want to but I just can't. But an act of kindness was shown to me and I just want to say thanks in case any one knows who showed me such kindness.

See you on Sunday!!! With a smile on my face. *Wink Wink*

I didn't think it could get any better!

I hate when my kids lose their sweet little baby teeth. First of all I hate most anything to do with teeth. And losing of them, and drilling of them or capping off of them. Bleck. It's all grody. Although my new crown just feel so smooth and lovely. It is now my favorite tooth. Err... non tooth tooth.

So I knew when Bo had his two front teeth out (which as a reminder they had to be removed because of continuous infection) I would feel sad that his look had changed.


I love having Justine around. She is extremely invested in Bo. So she always commiserates with me about things regarding him. Like when Corey made me cut off Bo's mullet. That broke our hearts....

And aged Bo three years!

And when he came home without his teeth it was so sad. She kept saying how weird it was. And it was. But that lasted a day or so and now suddenly he has become more charming and more sweeter than ever! I just didn't think he could get any better! Let's just hope the atrocious big teeth stay put for a while.

( He looks like a creepy little baby bird! Sorry Wendy, hopefully you can continue reading...)

I know , the pictures are nutty. It probably has to be your own kid to agree but seriously, he is all "that".

Aaaannnnnnddddd I had a friend, who must really love my family, ask for me to post the face Bo drew on his "dolly". So here it is!

I promise on my love for Neil Diamond and Glenny that I did not help him one inkling of a ounce. He just whipped it out like the smartest kindergartner around!

I have decided since I want to buy fabric so bad that when I have free time :) I should sew these dolls to donate. They are so CUTE. Or better yet I will get my seamstress to do it! That is sort of how I "roll". (I have always wanted to say that. I have tried before but couldn't follow through. I put it in quotes to soften the absurdity of it. I might try it again though, so beware) .

And don't miss my post tomorrow. It will change your technological world!

Also would I even be an acceptable mother if I didn't post these gems?

My kid loves her pig. Loves! I joke that she loves her pig in a blanket. Casue she loves her pig and her yellow blanket and sometimes we wrap them up together and have a pig in a blanket. And yes, she is sleeping on a cabbage patch doll pillow case from when I was a kid. How adorable is that!

I tried to refrain the from posting the following picture becasue it was so gross and I know it will embarras Corey but Bo and Kate stayed very busy outside one day when I wasn't looking. They found their old camping suitcase and took all the dog hair that they had a gloruous time putting in a bucket for the birds as I shaved out dog, and mixed it with grass and water and made "soup". I love the imagination. But gross I know.....

More Also's, I was quite dissappointed that my friend Terri (the Dog the Bounty Hunter master) beat me at posting Glenn Beck's letter to his daughter. I tried to find it the day it came out but couldn't. So she found it and she posted it and I am going to be a big old Glenn Beck copy catter now. I will post it next week so it doesn't seem as bad. Good job Terri. You almost love Glenn Beck as much as me. I luv you tons though.

I am the proud new owner of a root canal!

Well, the endodontist was not Tom Sellecky as Corey described.... He was more this guy... (minus glasses and hat, but that is who he looked like.I could tell the second I saw him)

But his heart was this guy.

(My mom and her daddy)

(Me and my grandpa, look! I look a bit stinkerish like Kate. Sad.)

But that is why I can see why Corey thought he was Tom Sellecky. When you combine the first guy with the second guy you get GOLD.

The second guy is my very beloved Grandpa. When I was thinking about this post and how to describe how I felt about the endodontist I thought "what man do I know of who has an absolutely wonderful heart?" ...and it only took one tenth of a second to think of my Grandpa "Shady". No one can compare. He is pure goodness. Pure kindness. Pure goldness. Pure do anything for anybodyness. He raised my mom and her brother from age 5, when her blood father was consumed by alcoholism. He wasn't able to actually adopt her until age 15. Then my mom was married at 17.

But he was her daddy anyways. You know how some dads are daddies and some dads are just dads? He was a daddy in the purest sense. He is still called to this day, by his three daughters, "daddy". We named our little Kate after him. It was the first kid of ours I was free to do WHATEVER I wanted with the middle name. And I chose him. It wasn't even a a question. Don't worry though. Her middle name isn't Shady (or daddy).... although I did try to make that work (Shady). It just couldn't. No matter what.

Anyways back to the endodontist.... I did my whole cry routine again. The smell of his office made me want to throw up and through all my gracefullness I managed to share that with him. But he was so sweet and good and he made sure I was really numb (amazingly the shots are not the part of my worries) and he got me a new battery for my MP3 player and he let me fuss with it the whole time as I was frantic about finding the right song to distract me.

I discovered one of the keys to making sure I don't have a massive freak out in the endodontist chair, especially when they put that blue dam(?) on my tooth to trap any fly debris (BLECK, ACK, ECK) is to make sure I am properly suction other wise I feel like I am choking and that bothers me. So they left a permanent suctioner in my mouth the whole time and that made me very happy. I know. It's embarrassing. I have all these rules.

Corey told me the endodontist was fast and he was. His hands were like super fast and it didn't hurt and the noises were far less atrocious than at the dentist. I jump when I hear those drills. And I didn't smell my own tooth being drilled either! And this morning I have the appointment to get my permanent crown on and I have hardly even thought twice about the appointment and I think my FEAR is going away! Yea and PHEW for me. (I like my dentist becasue we share good books to read. He like youthish type books and it makes me smile. Plus he has put up with so much dental drama from us. Rhett throwing up, Bo's rotting mouth, me being a freakaziod, forgetting to pay him for a long time....)

Through out this, I am just thankful for compassionate people in the wake of such a actually minor procedure, compared to people who are really having medical issues. In general we are so lucky to be able to be so pain free during procedures most of the time. I swear I saw Dr. Quinn pull her own tooth out with pliers! I am sure that kind of thing happened before. And probably still does is other countries. I feel so truly blessed to be able to be cared for so compassionately. From giving birth, to my carpal tunnel to this dumb tooth. All excellent compassionate care.

I also feel a little sad and worried and panicky and stupid at how truly soft we are as people, because we are spoiled and don't have to endure much pain (in general). That worries me. We are so wimpified. And so are our kids.

So anyway, to my dentist and endodontist, even thought I am a wimpy, soft, can't endure an ounce of discomfort or pain kind of girl, thanks for all your help and for my new tooth. I haven't been able to eat on that side of my mouth for years!

Aaaannnnnddddd the endodontist called that night to check up on me....swoon....

I need a wagon circle...fast!

Did you know when the pioneers were traveling west and they went in wagon trains, that at night they would put their wagons in a big circle with the butts of the wagon facing out? They did so for protection from Indians, marauders (okay, I admit it, I got that off the Internet. I don't know what that word means) and from other dangers. Sometimes the children would play inside the wagon circle. Protected. Can you imagine how much safer you would feel being engulfed in that circle versus just out there in the open? The support of the other wagons must have been life saving. Mentally and literally.

This is the lesson I taught my children tonight. I was inspired by my friends blog who said that when her family is in times of crisis', "The family steps in and steps up and the wagons are circled".

I taught my children that we need to be doing that for each other. That we needed to be each others circle. And when times are troubling we support one another. I gave them several example of times we would need to be doing that for each other. I don't think we are very good at that. Sometimes the kids are just looking for the opportunity to jump on each other and with criticism.

So that is our newest family creed... In times of need our family steps in and steps up and the "wagons are circled".....





(Thanks Kelly)

Appreciation for husband, Sunday, The 35th and a few other side notes...

Happy 18th anniversary Corey! It has been quite a journey together! I love you!

See my gorgeous flowers???

I love this cute one. They are totally in style now I guess. Cause all the peoples are wearing the fake ones in their hair. You know.... the REALLY BIG ones! I like the look though. I just can't pull it off.

The flowers are my "Happy Hunting Season to me" flowers (not anniversary flowers). I get them every year. I love flowers. Even if they are a huge waste of money. I still love them. That and perfume. I love perfume. And books. Love books. Okay, I am pretty easy to please.

But this Sunday I am appreciative of beautiful flowers sent to me every year as a gigantic sorry for marrying a full time hunter. I forgive you. But only cause I know how deeply you love your mountains.... and because I am going on a girls weekend super soon!

Also, you will all be glad to know that I am no longer fat and Bo announced it...again... during the sacrament meeting. This is me now...

"You not fat anymore, mommy!"

Nice, huh? I knew I had short legs!

I guess I should be thankful I am not Rhett. Here is what he looks like...

Doesn't he look like a skull? Creepola.

This is Bo. He is so happy. I love it.

This is us in our house. I think our chimney might be smoking....which it really does. Smart, huh? He told me it was our house...but it looks like it has legs. And ears. And eyes. I don't know.

Anyway, today the choir sang my favorite hymn. I sang in my heart with them as I have the words ingrained in my being.

"Where Can I Turn for Peace"

I didn't know what was wrong with me at the time but, I now know that I suffered tremendously, once upon a time, from OCD. I don't think it was really recognized the way it is now but, thanks to our stint with cable TV, I have learned that that is what I was dealing with. At the time I really just thought I was crazy or disturbed, but now any doctor would have recognized my symptoms.

It would have been a relief to know. Instead I just relied on my mother and best friend to help me through my hard times. And I suffered internally quite a bit. I know that is dramatic but it is earnestly true.

When I went off to Rick's College and was still struggling, I would go to the Snow building where there were rooms full of pianos. I only had piano lessons a few years.

Quiting is still in the top five of my all time biggest life regrets.

But I had enough lessons to read the notes and plunk out some simplified songs. I would lock myself in this sound proof room, all by myself, and play and sing this song over and over receiving relief from it's very words. Receiving comfort and support. Receiving love and peace from my Heavenly Father. (He is crazy about me you know. Dave Ramsey told me so the other day.) Receiving strength and maybe even forgiveness.

Playing in that room was a gift. It was relief. It was peace and love and more peace and more relief wrapped up in music notes and words. It was also gratitude for a few measily notes I never forgot, enabling me to play a tiny bit, which helped to give me that peace.

I know where to turn.... sometimes we all just need a little reminder.


Where Can I turn for peace,
Where is my solace when other sources cease to make me whole.
When with a wounded heart, anger, or malice,
I draw myself apart, searching my soul
Where, when my aching grows,
Where when I languish,
Where, in my need to know, where can I run?
Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish?
Who, who can understand
He, only One.

He answers privately,
Reaches my reaching,
In my Gethsemane,
Savior and Friend
Gentle the peace he finds
for my beseeching.
Constant he is and kind
Love without end.

All I want for Christmas...

Now you see them....

Now you don't!

How did I spend 5 hours in the hospital waiting for one cute boy?

Also someone made little faceless dolls with hospital gown on them for the kids to take home (refer to picture). It was such a cute idea. Bo loved it and is suppose to draw the face on. That could be interesting.

Oh yeah, I still got it, uh huh.

I didn't realize I would be writing a blog so soon about drunkness, but here we are again.....


I love to go out to dinner with friends. All girls probably do, but I just love friends. So I am out to dinner with a group of my besties and we had a fun night laughing and cracking up and actually talking about how old we have become because we found ourselves not feeling flexible in our new choice of restaurant (we usually always go to the same one) and we kept saying things like, "kids these days spend way to much time on video games" and "when we were kids we would never have a play date, we would just go in the neighborhood and find a kid to play with" and other various old people comments.

So imagine our surprise when as we were leaving and our "talk in the foyer for another 2o minutes" time was ruined by a gentlemanly suitor. He just so happened to be leaving at the same time and was trying to hold the door for us. But we weren't ready to go out the door. He awkwardly decided to come back in. We were momentarily befuddled by what he was doing and hoped he was leaving because we had more girl chat to do. But he stood right next to me and was striking up conversation with me which included close up talking and asking if I was married twice. I was like the famous Leaning Tower of Pisa trying to keep my distance. He asked if I go "out". I said no and he said he didn't either. He said he gets too tired and I agreed. He said that the boys at the bar all thought we were cute girls. Which just cracked me up because we are all oblivious to that kind of world anymore. I hadn't thought one inkling of a second about who might be at the bar.... We have 29 kids between the 6 of us! He talked to me for a bit more and then we found a polite way to get out of there. It cracked me up as all my friends were just staring at me like what is going on here? And hoping the leaning tower didn't tip.

Anyways he was friendly enough and aside from talking to close my way, being drunkish, I wasn't really concerned by him. And I was glad to see he was walking toward the hotel and not a car (and I hope not the river either). Then as we were leaving (forced to do so early by pick up lines) he told my other friend that I was cute twice and to watch out for me.

We got in my van and laughed our heads off.


Is it totally pathetic that my self esteem was given a boost by a drunken man? Cause it was. I pretty much was just the lucky girl who was standing closest to the door where he was. I don't care. I got picked up on. And it was funny. And it took my mind off my root canal (whole nother post) and I went to bed laughing and woke up laughing and I even snorted a little because the whole thing was just a riot. To us. Maybe lamo to you. But we are boring folk and it was funny. To us.

More crying

Well now I have to have an actual real life root canal! ME! A root canal! I never would have thunk it!

Today I took Kassidy and Rhett in for a dental appointment. My tooth still hurts from the temporary crown. Actually that tooth has bothered me for years but I just don't do a lot of chewing on that side. If I do I sometimes get "zinged" if i bite down on something a little two hard. So the dentist (whom I am growing very attached to in a patient sort of way) thinks I better get a root canal and is sending me to a root canal specialist. So the crying begins and so does my wackiness.

Cry cry cry to the dentist and receptionist in the waiting room. Wipe wipe wipe my tears.

Me: "this is so stupid!" cry cry cry.
Him: "no it isn't"
Me: "this is so stupid!" wipe wipe wipe. I am referring to the fact that I am crying and the appointment isn't even mine yet and that I am such a wanny pants.
Him: "No it isn't"
Me: "This is so stupid! I am going to need a Valium." Cry Cry Cry.
Him: "No it isn't, really"
Me: "This is so ridiculous"
Him: "no it isn't. My mom has a Valium when she comes in to see me."

Huh? Wha???? That stopped me for a minute.

Me:"Your mom really needs to be sedated to see her own son? That is so ridiculous!" Cry cry cry.
Him: "No it isn't"

Isn't he nice? Isn't it weird his mom has to be sedated to see him?

So when they talk to me about which specialist they want me to see I inform him that my husband has a man crush on one of them. They think that is pretty funny. But it is true and Corey doesn't deny it. He kept talking about how Tom Sellecky this guy was and how tall he was and how fast he was at fixing his tooth.

So I guess I am going to see him. Corey insists it was a joy to get that tooth fixed and it didn't even hurt at all.

Ugh! I am not happy.

On a lighter note.....Congratulations to my Rhett who had his first time ever REAL dental appointment without puking on some one. Or puking at all. Rhett has an insane gag reflex. INSANE! He has had to be knocked out for all his dental work thus far. But today he got the job done! I asked him if he just turned magic or something! He had no answer except that he was watching TV while they worked in his mouth. Normally if you even lean him back in the chair he starts gagging. So well done my little son! I will try to make you proud for my root canal.

Bleck, ack, gag, cry cry cry.

HEY! At least he drew me smiling! He thinks I am happy, that's more important right?

Yesterday at church during a very quiet moment of the Sacrament meeting, Bo tells me in NOT a whisper,


"Mommy, this is you...You fat."

And he was all smiles. Not in a mean way. In a "I love my mom and I just drew this great picture of her" way! How could ya not love it!

And here is his snowman! It's not me in case you were concerned. I don't wear hats and I am much more put together than that.

Say goodbye to those front teeth! This Friday their outta there! Wah.

Appreciation for husband, Sunday, the 34th

Something NOT GOOD has been happening for a little while lately...

Corey keeps asking me if I have check the oil in my van lately.

".......uh...no....I don't do that. You do."

Then a few weeks go by and he will ask me again.... if I have checked the oil in the van.

"....uh.....no....I don't do that. You do."

Then a few weeks go by and he will ask me again if I have checked the oil in the van....

"uh...no....I don't do that. You do. You have the whole time we have been married. I don't do the cars. You do."

And I keep hoping he believes me and he is doing the oil. Because I am not doing it.

There is little I refuse to do. I can install shelves and towel racks, I can saw and glue and remove bugs from the house. I take out the trash and disposed of live baby mice in the garage. I can do "guy" things.

But I got up in the night with every single one of our babies. Corey? He passed out at the side of Kassidy's crib. Thud! I have never asked him to get up with a baby since. I have stayed up all night long before with ear infected sweet peas while he slumbered. And mark my words... while that man is still living I am not going to check the oil in that van or any other car.

So here is my chance to express my gratitude to him for ALWAYS taking care of our cars. I have never had to worry about any of their maintenance. He has always done that and he has done as much as he could by himself even at times when he had to call cousins and use you tube tutorials. He has learned how to work on our cars. I am really proud that I have a man who can do those things.

Please, please, please Corey. I beg you. Don't stop changing the oil in the van. And please don't ask me if I have done it anymore. Cause the answer is and will be no. Cause I appreciate your car maintenance from the bottom of my soul and I am not doing it.

With love,

Susan

My self esteem has left the building, or the car I should say.......

Apparently I suck as a driver. Corey has been trying to tell me that for years....


Last night as I was driving five giggly girly teenagers home from the fair I got pulled over for drunk driving. But I wasn't drunk. I was just driving.


Apparently someone had been following for a while and was concerned I was drunk because of all my swerving, and called the police. Then the police followed me for a while and pulled me over for all my swerving.


He wanted to know why I was swerving, I didn't look drunk.


I was flabbergasted. I had zero answer for him. Nada. None. Brain not computing. I had no idea I was serving. I had no answer. I laughed when he asked if I was drunk. I told him maybe I am a bad driver. I have no idea why I was serving.


He didn't give me a ticket but he didn't give me back my pride either. Pulled over in front of five teenage girls who are about to get their own licences! It was sad. They assured me they didn't think I was serving either....


Today as I was thinking more about it I decided it was not my fault and I am not a bad driver. I was driving somewhere and I realized the car continuously pulls to the right and I have to keep on forcing the car to drive straight. That has to be the explanation.






I cried in front of the dentist yesterday. My boys were quite amused by that.... Because I cried before he even started.... and before it even hurt. I think I love my dentist now though. (I told you I have that problem where I develop crushes on people in the medical field who have to care for me....) Anyway, I had to have my first ever crown. It went as well as can be expected aside from the crying before the pain part. But now my nerve really hurts. Is that normal? When I bite down I have shooting nerve pain. And I can't quit biting down. I am a jerk. To my own self.


I am moving Kate out of my closet. It is getting cold and I don't want to heat the closet with a space heater again. It doesn't feel safe. So she is trying to sleep in her bunk bed above Justine's bed. I can never put the kids to bed all at once because they play. I have to put them to bed in series. It stinks. It is like a two hour routine. Anyway, even though she wants to be there I feel so bad for her. She looks so tiny in that great big bed. I feel so lonely in my room without a kid in my closet. I sorta hate when they move out. I miss them.



Also, if you leave me a comment under anonymous I have no idea who you are unless you tell me.


So to my anonymous friend.... This is for you! What is better at the fair then fried oreos??? (Umm, yes, tried them, AWESOME!!!....... )


....cotton candy!!!!!! And cute kids eating it!!!!!!!

Luv ya!