I was just sitting here, looking at blogs. Frankly, a bit boring except for Jenny's fabulous posts. Violet was playing with her ponies. It reminded me of a story... She always asks for what I thought was pony-bears, but while I was giving her a bath one day the roar of the TV was thick in the air. A giant smile splashed across Violet's face when a "My Little Pony" commercial came on. "...in ponyville..." Violet told me she wanted her pony-bear at that moment. I got it. She had been saying ponyville, not pony-bear. When I corrected my mistake she was thrilled. She had been misunderstood for so long. She has been an exceptional talker, and I could tell it pained her to be misunderstood. I know she thought it was me that had the problem, and maybe it was. Maybe I was wanting to hear pony-bear because now it sounds nothing like pony-bear. Who calls a pony a ponyville anyways?
This is our Easter egg hunt. It was more dangerous than it looks. Some of the eggs were hidden out of reach. The kids were forced to make dangerous climbs for the goods. There were also muddy areas where you could easily loose a shoe if you misstepped. There was also one little boy (I won't name names-Thomas) who followed Hazel around and cried every time she found an egg. Then there was the dog poop hazard. We decided not to clean it up, you know, to liven things up a bit. Kind of like avoiding laser beams. Atticus forfeited his eggs so everyone would have the same amount. (Thank you little man-your small deed stopped many tears from falling.) Overall, I would say it was a success. I would have posted the same day as promised except the Internet was down again. Darn transformers. This post will happen. I win this time. -More than meets the eye, my a**!
I thought I would post a couple pictures from my birthday. I don't have time to post birthday and Easter so I will post some Easter pictures a little later today if I have time. I had a great time. thanks to my family. I loved all the calls and harbor no bad feelings toward the ones that left a comment a day late on my blog on the wrong post. I would like to give a special thanks to my mom for making this all possible. I couldn't have done it without you.
I am finally going to update my family pictures. The girl that did my last one is coming in from Utah. I am really excited about it. I thought she did a really good job. (I don't know how many of you have tried to get a good picture of your family with a wild 23 month old. I think she took over 300 pictures and about 60 of them turned out.) Anyone who would like their pictures taken by her just let me know. She does really cute candid pictures and posed. Whatever you want. Here is a link if you want to check her work out. All of the pictures of my kids at the right were taken by her (except for the one of Atticus. That was Jenny, who also does some amazing work.) She is really affordable. I think I paid $75 for the shoot and $50 for the copyright. I don't know if she still charges the same, but I think she is totally worth it. Sara's pictures
Atticus has finally figured out the stairs. He can go up and down all by himself without assistance. I am so happy that I never have to worry about a baby toppling down the stairs. From this point on, any if my kids that fall down the stairs deserves the pain for being careless in the area of the stairs. It is exciting to move past this one. It's a big one for me.
I wish I was there to see this one. Sadly, I missed the actual even, but I didn't miss Tom laughing about it as he tried to tell me all about it. He told me he was spying in the kids. They were supposed to be cleaning up the loft, but were in their bedroom playing. He peeked in to see Thomas up on the top bunk looking particularly dare-devilish. Thomas used the short length of the bed to work up enough momentum to launch himself across the room onto Violet's bed below. At that moment he noticed Tom watching and said, "Come on, admit it, that was really cool." Tom said he wanted so bad to be mad, but it was a really cool stunt, pulled off perfectly. You win this time Thomas.
I love Las Vegas this time of year. I just talked to my friend that lives in Rexburg. She said they woke up to snow yesterday. I was out washing my car with less clothes on than is appropriate for someone my age, when this conversation took place. There aren't too many good things I can say about Las Vegas, but this time of year I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. While you are still putting a jacket on to leave the house, I am going to be putting on my swim suit an working on my tan. So, I will accept the crime (actually the crime is the only reason we still live here, unfortunately) and the whoring and the overindulgence because I hate putting jackets, shoes, and hats on my kids.
Tom and I have been in negotiations for about a week. He insists it is my responsibility to groom poor Whitey (our untouchable, matted dog) because I am the one that grooms everyone else in the house. I think it is his responsibility for the exact same reason plus I have done it every single time for the last three years. Since this is my least favorite chore, I was willing to make an offer. I will pick up Dave for a week, and give him (Tom, not Dave) a back rub. I was fulfilling my end of the bargain, but this is the finished product. Needless to say I am feeling used.This is Whitey hiding her shame under the chair.
I am sorry to keep you all waiting. I think there is some kind of conspiracy. I leave that post and BAMthe internet goes down. When I went to go pick up Hazel from school, there was a message on a loop about a drill. I thought that wouldn't apply to the kindergarten, and waited by the gate as usual. The principal came running out dizzy with power urging us all into the cafeteria. We get inside and they inform us that a middle school 8th grader shot a 6th grade in the mouth with a BB gun when they had been dropped off about a half mile away from he school. The poor little 6th grader had a broken tooth and a bruised ego. She proceeded to tell us that the shooter was on the loose and she didn't want to release the kids until the culprit had been apprehended. The police finally showed up and calmed the power crazed principal down. We made it home safely. Don't you worry. I do think the principal might have overreacted just a tad, but that is the middle school Hazel is zoned for. I have a feeling that that same 8th grader might still be there when she finally goes. I need to move out of the ghetto. By the way, when is a school lock-down a drill? I am pretty sure it was the same principal that shut my internet down. She didn't want me to expose this story. I think I might need to dig a little deeper. There might be more than meets the eye. (Yes, that is a Transformer reference. Pretty sure she is a transformer.)
Yesterday, I was sent on an errand to get a tostada. I went to Baja Fresh because I had a coupon. I got in the car and drove a little way down the road. I noticed a strange, unfamiliar, feeling on my finger. I looked down and to my dismay, my wedding ring was missing. I still had my band on because i had never had then put together, but the diamond part was missing. Now this ring was of particular importance because it was tom's mom's wedding ring. The one she wore before she got a giant one for one of her momentous anniversaries. This ring was also Sara's for her first engagement that I am sure she wont be happy that I am bringing up. I never had it sized to fit me. Luckily the band part had been smashed to fit in an unremembered accident so i kept them both on by putting the diamond on first and the now oval shaped band on second. obviously, this particular morning there had been an oversight.
I was faced with a dilemma. Did I rush home to drop off the food before the crunchy shell got soggy or should I rush back to the shop to look around? I decided to call the number on my receipt. The manager looked around the store for me, but said she didn't see it and there had been a rush of customers since I had left. She took my number and promised to look again at closing when the tables were moved. I tried to stay strong when i called Tom to tell him the bad news. I could tell he was disappointed. I hurried home to drop off the food and I was off. I could no longer keep it together, and I started to cry. I was crying and praying, and hoping against hope that I would find it and have it too lose another day.
Now before I tell you how the story ends, I must let you all in on a secret. this isn't the first time I lost my wedding ring. I lost it about 7 years ago, but in a miraculous turn of events I found it several hours later in the parking lot at Walmart. It had been run over a few times, but it was still there. I know, you thought i would have had it sized the next day, but this is me you are talking about. I absolutely didn't, but as i was driving back to baja fresh, I wondered why I hadn't. I didn't have a really good answer.
i pulled in to the same parking space I had parked in before. A guy coming out asked me if I was the one looking for a wedding ring. For a second I was excited until he told me he had heard the story from the manager as she looked around the floor. he wished me luck as he left. i walked slowly toward the door when I saw something gleaming in the light. I blinked to be sure it was real. There, shinier than I had ever seen it, was my ring. I rushed home and put it in a box. There is no way i am going to lose it again. I replaced it with Kami's replacement ring. For those of you who don't know, Kami is Tom's ex-wife. I don't mind wearing her ring. I am frankly flattered that her tiny ring fits. That is right little miss size zero. Your ring fits me.
I can't believe my baby is one. I must admit, I am just a little sad about it. I was hoping for just a bit more time with my last baby. I do love him though. I can't get enough of his juicy hugs and kisses. I hope you all enjoy the video. I had a problem with the song. Every time I tried to make changes the song wouldn't pause. It would always start like half way though. I had to start from the beginning after every change I made to make sure the song was syncing up right. I think I've heard that song about as many times as a human should.
Now, try to follow. Thomas and I were watching a show about time travel on the history channel. The guy explaining how it would work was equating it to a cup of coffee and using Einstein's famous equation E=MC^2. Light=Matter=gravity. If you stir it around you can create a loop for time travel. Then he placed a coffee bean in the cup of swirling coffee. The bean swirled around just as expected. The bean representing information/sub-atomic particles/potentially people could travel through time with the right amount of gravity. The scientists would start with sending information. The visual they used on the show as they talked about how information could help prevent some of the major devastation, was a fallen city in reverse, just like it never happened. Thomas looked at me and said, "Mom, I told you we needed more hot chocolate. We should always have some so it could save the world."