Church for Bare Nakeds!!

This was my good news minute in Relief Society today!

Quincey did not pee on me or the pew or floor of the church!

Let me preface by saying, Luke usually helps me get the kids ready for church. We get up at the same time and he takes the kids downstairs for breakfast and I try and get myself ready as quickly as possible. He brings them up. We bathe them and I get them the rest of the way ready while, he gets himself ready. Then, he takes them across the street to church and I finish getting ready and come by myself.

Well, today I got hung out to dry. Luke had to be at the church 45 mins early. So, he didn't get to help me at all! I thought I did REALLY well by getting them ready by the time he got home at 10 mins til and I even followed very closely behind and got there with 1 min to spare! Phew! Made it, but it was close!

So about 25 mins into the meeting, Quincey was being disruptive. I looked over to quiet her and she was pulling the hem of her dress up high (not undressing, but just not being ladylike). Then, I do a double take because she is BARE NAKED UNDERNEATH!!! Luckily she was sitting down. So, I don't think anybody saw. Keep in mind, she is not potty-trained! When, I got her dressed I could swear I put a diaper on her. I know I didn't put bloomers on over the diaper, but I am positive I put a diaper on her! I think! :) She can taker her own diaper off and throw it away. So, I am not sure what happened, but either way--BARE NAKED AT CHURCH!!

By the way, this was in the middle of the passing of the Sacrament! So, I couldn't just jump up and take her out. Oh, and I didn't have a diaper in my bag or I would have just put it on her right there. She kept pulling her dress all over and not keeping her bare nakedness covered. I kept trying to help her keep her dress down and she just kept yelling at me, not so much in words, but as a 2 yr old would do. Finally, she was squawking at me enough that I decided I had to take her out in the middle of the passing of the water. We ran home (literally across the street) and put a diaper on her. The bright side of this incident is that I found out she was bare naked by sight and not because of a warm, wet lap!! I don't even know what I would have done if that had happened!!

So Dana in honor of your blog I am calling this O' Fun For Bare Nakeds! Glad it's over!

Good Bye Old Friends!!!! {sniff}

Oh, the tragedy of it all! The last 2 day, I made the kids (let me) clean out the toyroom to make room for the new toys they will get for Christmas. I have had a bit of a de-junking bug lately. Not that I get around to doing anything about it, but I have it nonetheless.

Tonight, I decided to clean up my closet and drawers (to make room for my presents! hehe! I have no idea what I am getting! But the thought of having something to replace the stuff I got rid of more exciting!) So, I am saying goodbye to many of my very best t-shirt friends. I love my old ratty t-shirts and worn out shorts. I HATE shopping for clothes and just get so comfortable with what I have. Unfortunately these items seem to get more and more comfortable until one day I finally realize they have a gazillion holes, etc. But do I get rid of them? No.

So, I went through and picked out some clothes I know I need to stop wearing and told Luke I was getting rid of them. He was grateful, if not happy. He would like to see me dress up more. But I will tell you a quick story that denotes at least one reason why I don't like to wear my nicer clothes on a regular basis.

I finally went out ( a week and a half ago) and used the giftcard Luke gave me for Christmas, last year! The next day I was wearing one of the shirts and I got BLEACH on the "chest" of the shirt! Yeah, no way I can wear that one again!

That is a typical thing I do. I ruin clothes and I have passed the trait on to my kids! It seems as though we are walking disasters! Give us a new article of clothing and I swear, it won't last the week! So, then my kids end up wearing their nice clothes only once in a while, too.

I guess I shouldn't worry about it and just let them/me wear/ruin them! Maybe I will be able to be less hard on clothes when I grow up!

Emma's B-day Oct 2008

I just realized I never published this post of Emma's 4th birthday! Grandma and Grandpa Mathews came over and cousin Chelsea. We sure love our Emma and I am so proud of her. She is growing up so fast. Her case of the terrible 2's seems to be abating and I can't wait until she is completely cured (as we had an episode only last night).

Emma and her new piggy, Repunzal.

Emma blowing out the candles on her Princess Castle cake. I know it's sad, but is it wrong for me to be impressed with my own remedial cake decorating skills? Also, here is my sad/remedial attempt at a poem about my favorite trial. lol Happy Birthday Emma! As much grief (as in good grief, Charlie Brown) you give me, I am so glad you chose to come to our family to teach me.

Emma

All about girly things, I know nothing about.

You know all the best ways to cry and to pout.

Pink and lacy, silky or ruffled.

Your projecting voice you rarely muffle.

You've got such spirit, I'm sure we're in trouble.

My parental wish: a protective bubble.

Spirit and fire and a slight stubborn streak.

These attributes? from mom, I wish I could tweak.

Humility and patience I hope you acquire.

Without too much work from the refiner's fire.

Knowing what you want is mostly good.

Make sure you treat others the way that you should.

A leader you'll become as you learn and grow.

If how to put others first, I can help you to know.

I pray you find friends, who love you for you.

Who try hard to be friendly, loving and true.

Continue to show great passion and love.

Heavenly Father will guide YOU with love from above.

I love you.

Family Vacation to Cali Fall 2008

I could narrate all these pics for ya, but
instead I will just let you browse 'em, if
you so choose! We sure had a blast!

We hit most of my favorite spots!
Disneyland, SeaWorld, beaches,
Universal Studios, CA Adventure,
San Diego Wildlife Park, beaches,
oh, did I mention beaches?

In the next life I call dibs on being
the beach bum.

Christmas Lights!

No, we did not hang our lights this late in the season. I have just procrastinated getting pictures up for everyone. However, in this procrastinators defense, I did previously take pictures, they were just hecka blurry! That was before the 75 mile and hour winds did some updates to our decorations!


The first modification the wind made was blowing the reindeer clear off the roof! I kept hearing a banging noise. Finally, I went to check it out and the reindeer were literally trying to fly Santa's sleigh right off the roof. The only thing keeping them attached to the roof was the electrical cord!

I must have looked quite foolish jumping around in the snow trying to catch these deer as they whipped around like an injured kite. Seriously, it took like 5 minutes to caught those darn things!

We actually got them back up where they belong a few days later, but some damage has been irreversible. Santa and one deer are only half lit. (insert tasteless joke here). I decided it is not on my high priority list this year to replace those 2 strands of light until I take them down for good. You like how I avoided using procrastination verbage there? I'm not procrastinating!! It's just not a high priority!


We also had some ornaments (same style as Santa and the deer) hanging below the big, middle window, but the wind mangled them beyond recognition. That's okay. I think they may not have quite fit in. Thanks for the remodel, Wind!

Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

Well, being a native New Mexican (wayyyy down south), I am not to down with this snow stuff. Especially since it is -5 degrees Fahrenheit. Yeah, totally yuck. Okay, enough whining.

Snow is not soo bad. You only have to take your shoes off immediately when you walk in the house or you end up with black water everywhere you've walked. But, first you have to take the 3 smaller pair off of their owners, or it doesn't matter if you've taken yours off in the designated area! That black water sludge is not any cuter when it is made by smaller, cuter feet! So by the time I get my shoes off, I usually end up with black wet socks. Ugh!

So, I have reverted back to shoes appropriate for the warmer climate I prefer - flip flops! That way I don't have black, soggy socks--just bright red feet! :) I'll spare you the pic (I have such lovely, girly feet).

Oh, right! I was going to stop whining about the cold!

So, I did get to take some pics of the snowy mountains and stuff. It is pretty. And it was even fun when we went caroling in the snow last night.

If you look carefully in the second picture you can see tracks in the snow. Whole different story! I was paying bills on the computer. Emma and Quincey were "watching a movie." or so I thought. It got awfully quiet downstairs. So, I finished up what I was doing (dummy! Listen to your inner alarm, bell, chimes, buzzer, WHATEVER! Just listen!)

Hmm. Like I've said before, I listen to myself about as well as my kids do.

Anyhow, I get downstairs and the sliding glass door is open wide. The diningroom chairs pulled over to the mudroom and the basket of gloves, hats, etc is balancing precariously almost off the shelf and it's contents are strewn across the floor in a trail to the aforementioned wide open door.

I look outside and Emma and Quincey are out on the swingset - happy as can be. Emma wearing her pj's, snowboots and a beanie and Quincey in her pj's and a pair of Maryjane shoes that are too big, even for Emma. Not to worry though, the snow had packed in around her bare little feet quite nicely. Not quite sure why the basket of gloves and hats, etc had to be strewn everywhere!! Let's not forget that Quincey had a nice cough BEFORE this incident!

Don't you love these moments? The ones where you didn't listen to that still small voice? I am grateful when the outcome is not catastrophic though and just serves as a reminder to be on your toes.

Our big BAAA-d Emma!

We had our ward Christmas party Saturday night. It was really a fun party! We had a luau with pigs cooked in the pits and everything and it seems like almost everyone in the ward was there. Anyhow, we had a nativity. Tyler was one of the shepherds and Emma was the sheep. When they asked her to be the sheep, she was very excited. Later she changed her mind and said she would rather be a cow. Um, don't know what to say to that. In 8th grade a guy called me a cow and he came to school the next day with a black eye. But if the girl wants to be a cow, who am I to squash her dreams. :) However, I did talk her into being just a lowly sheep for the nativity.

So, there she was crawling on the ground with a sheep hide on her back (that kept sliding off).
As the nativity participants were coming in a little girl in the audience ran up to the front freaking out (with glee) "LOOK MOM! A SHEEP!" As she commenced stroking Emma's wooly coat!

I think that little girl had a more vivid imagination than I do. I mean come on! Look at that poor little sheep with a huge flower on it's forehead! I'm so proud! :) Tyler is the shepherd in brown. Luke was actually the narator, too.

Luckily, Rudolph made a wrong turn. So, Santa came to our Luau. He even wore his Hawaiin shirt! Santa got extremely lucky - he got a kiss from...

No, not Mommy!

QUINCEY!!