A Day in the Life...

One time late 2006 my bishop came to me and said his role was not matchmaker but that I should know someone had his eye on me.  He wouldn't say who (sworn to secrecy) but agreed to give me clues- specifically, "His name is written on a paper outside of my door."  Tim.  Of course.  It was basically the only name on the sheet. So I called and asked him out.  I was high on life, in a good place, and not so afraid to be bold.  He said no.  This moment, that conversation, proved to be and still is one that causes an argument.  We don't talk about it, probably because we both know I'm right; he doesn't want to admit it and I don't want to gloat.  Truth be told, we didn't go out that night in October, nor anytime in the near future. So we'll leave it that he said no. I went on with life and several months later my bishop called me on a sunny Saturday afternoon. I'm surprised I answered- I was miles from home, on a bike, and carrying a plate of bro

Micah: Mom, I have a headache in my elbow. Kota: Yea and I have a headache in my bum. (dinner conversation) Me: You girls, we need to think about what to make dad for his birthday dessert coming up.  We can make cookies, cake, brownies, or peanut butter bars. Micah: Dad, you want cookies? Or a pirate? Me: A pirate? Tim: Yea I want a pirate... Micah: Mom, what did you say after cookies?  I can't remember... Copper: laughing hysterically, to the point of losing breath... Micah: Copper it's NOT FUNNY!!!

(in Smith's Marketplace) Micah: Mom do you hear that? Me: What? Micah: It's my belly saying it wants some chocolate... (while cuddling) Kota: Mom, who was my mom when I was a little baby? Me: What?  ME! Kota: No, who was my mom when I was a little tiny baby? (holding her fingers about an inch apart) Me:  Dakota, I was your mom. Kota: No, I think it was Kelly. (my friend down the street) My mom told me this hilarious conversation she had with Taryn this week... Taryn: Mom are you forgetful? My mom: Yes. Taryn: Do you have short term memory loss? My mom: Yes. Taryn: Do you put your keys in the fridge? My mom: What? Taryn: I think you have Arm and Hammer disease. My mom:  What?  Do you mean Alzheimer's disease? Taryn: Oh yeah, right. I think you have that. Later my mom went upstairs and found her car keys in the fridge.  Haha.  And Taryn telling Tom, "I think mom has Arm and Hammer Disease," with Tom saying, "Wait, what?"

Copper has begged to be a ballerina and take dance classes.  She practices with country music blaring, which she thinks goes but has no idea it doesn't work at all together.  This last week we tried out a class to see what she'd think... she loved it. So we're going back.  I'm prepared for tutus and frills and recitals this summer.    Love this silly kid!  

The twins have always been horrible sleepers.  So was Copper until her happy-second-birthday adenoidectomy and tonsilectomy.  Dakota has somewhat followed in the same way, though not as bad as Copper was.  This last week we had her adenoids out.  Hopefully it will help her sleep better.  She has sleep apnea and is the most restless sleeper there is.  She's up numerous times a night.  Not so terrible if she'd put herself back to sleep... quite terrible because she just sits up and cries.  If left too long, she wakes up Micah, who starts crying... who if cries too long throws up everywhere.  No bueno.  I'm praying it will help, which I think it will unless Dakota has her body trained to wake up so often, which I think must happen to be my problem. I'm a terrible sleeper too.  I can fall asleep while praying, watching TV, reading, even talking and get a few good hours in before I wake up.  Then it takes me hours and hours to go back to sleep.  I think bodies are miraculous

These two best friends think of all sorts of shenanigans. One day Tim and I found them almost naked (they were dressed) and on the counter with all the chips and crackers they could find.  They love each other and love mischief.  I love they always have someone to play with!

When we were kids we used to play in the pit across the road from our subdivision.  It was a pretty big field, mostly wide open, with a line of trees and a creek in the back.  To the side was a fantastic pond.  My friends and I would spend all day there, catching polywogs and bringing buckets full home.  We'd watch them grow and when they turned into frogs, mauled them to death.  Literally sometimes.  We'd try to have frog races down the sidewalks, play house with them, take them on walks in the buckets, and, sometimes, in our hands, where they would soon die from too much love.  All day long we'd trudge through the fields and creek, wading, building forts, hauling crap to make a make-shift home.  I think only in the evening or past dark would we spill the doings of the day. I would never let my girls do that now.  Be gone all day?  In a field?  With all the nasty people in this world that do all sorts of crazy things to little girls?  Betcha not.  I am sickened by the ev

Odds and ends from last year... Copper has been practicing the art of showering.  She LOVES it.  She needs help with the massive head of hair she has, but otherwise does a great job!  I will always love this girl.  What a goofball.  This is the book I made for the girls for Christmas.  It has about 200+ craft ideas using all the stuff they got for Christmas.  They're set!  Thanks to our sitter Abby.  It is such a tender mercy to have someone care for our girls while we work, to not worry about them during the day, to receive so little for their time and love and efforts.  I'm so thankful to all the wonderful people who help us with the girls.  The girls the day after Christmas, finger painting.  It was early in the morning and we had already taken down all the Christmas decor, read books, and did crafts.  Still I heard, "Well what else?"  Copper and her Kindergarten class singing "Alvin and the Chipmunks" for the Christmas program.  Than

Thanks to Wyatt for having a winter birthday so we could all go sledding together.  The girls were excited about the snowsuits I got them.  Micah was so excited she fell asleep during lunch.  Haha. We went up Pelican Point which was nice because it's only 20 minutes away.  The girls loved being pulled behind Grandpa's 4-wheeler. After we had cake and ice cream.  Here's the  whole gang.  Well, except for Shandee's kids, and in addition to others who don't belong to us but might as well!