To Torrie!

Torrie, please come home and cut my hair! My mommy is too afraid to do it, and she doesn't want to hold scissors around me! I like to squirm around a lot now, and grab at anything that I can! Please help me before my hair gets anymore out of control!

Kids Say The Funniest Things!

Leave it to my children to keep me on my toes, and bring laughter to the home. I had the funniest experience tonight......At dinner, it was Averi's turn to say the blessing on the food. She usually does this all by herself! It is really cute to listen to her say prayer. However, tonight, she asked me if I would help her. So, I started whispering in her ear what to say. Somehow, she must have misunderstood what I was whispering, because half way through the prayer, it came out like this:

Mom: "Bless this food."
Averi: "Bless this food."
Mom: "Help it to nourish us."
Averi: "Thank you for nothing!"

I burst out laughing right in the middle of the prayer, and couldn't even help her finish. So, Averi, being the dramatic three year old she is, looks up at me, puts her hands on her hips, and yells A-M-E-N!

FHE

Since Steve is gone for the week working, I had to improvise a bit for FHE. I didn't have the best evening, basically because someone crank called the house, and knew my name and where I lived, and really freaked me out! Why do they wait until my husband is out of town? Oh yea, just to freak me out, even though I am sure it was a practical joke! Anyways, I didn't want to let on to the kids how scared I was, and they were just sitting there waiting for some kind of activity for FHE. Wyatt was screaming, because he is teething...and I am going crazy......So, I put on some music, and we all danced for half and hour. It was so fun, and such a stress reliever! Of course, I had to grab the camera. I think this is the best form of entertainment yet. All of the sudden, I looked around at my children, and they were so happy and laughing and having so much fun. I thought....could life get any better than this? And look, even Wyatt was smiling in the end!

Please Don't Preach Hate!

WARNING!!!! If you can't let things roll of your back, or if you don't have a sense of humor, or better yet, if you don't understand my sense of humor....DON'T READ THIS!!!!!!! (I have already edited it and toned it down twice before publishing it) I will admit, I am on a tirade, and I am sure I will calm down a bit tomorrow!

I have to say, that I am utterly amazed at certain people, especially some Mormons, and how they think it is o.k. to preach hate. Yes, this has everything to do with the election! Now, for all of the people who know me, you all know that I am very passionate about politics, but even in that passion, I would never preach hate against any politician. You all know that I am a huge Obama fan, and I celebrated his victory! Go Obama...and yes, Go Prop 8! (I was very excited that it passed, especially after trailing in the polls so much).

Let me tell a little story: Ethan, knowing how much of an Obama fan that I am, came home from school on election day, and said, "Mom, John McCain is a bad person. Savanna at school told me he did something really bad, but she wouldn't tell me what it was." Now, being the sarcastic person that I am, I could have said a few choice words to support what 'Savanna' said at school. However, I took Ethan aside, and explained that Savanna was wrong. I went on to tell him all about John McCain, and how he served his country through war, how he became a prisoner of that war, how he was tortured to the point where to this day he can't lift his hands above his head. I told him about his home life, and how his wife and him were willing to adopt a child not of their race and raise her as their own. And finally I told Ethan how he has served his country through politics........My point being, I didn't want my son judging McCain or thinking he was a bad person! And, let me remind everyone that it would be a cold day in he!! before I ever voted for the man! Now this story has nothing to do with some of the things that members have been saying, because as far as I know, Savanna is not a member. It is just merely an example on how to change a negative situation into a positive one, and I hope I accomplished that in the things I told Ethan!

My tirade meaning....let us all remember who we are...members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints! Let us remember and be influenced not only in our thoughts but in what we say to others, by the example of Jesus Christ. Did he ever preach or speak hate of anyone? Are we his example when we do so?

I know I sound holier than thou, and I really don't mean to come off that way. I know that I am far from being a perfect person, and I have many flaws! I am just amazed at some of the things that I hear people, and yes, members of the church, saying. (I also know this does not apply to everyone!!!!!!!) If you don't like Obama or the outcome of the election, that is your right. But, if you are going to be speaking hate, writing hate, or yelling hate off the rooftop of your house....not only do I personally not want to hear it! But, I think we need to remember what we as members represent, and what we are ultimately striving for, and if the words we speak bring us any closer to that goal!

Again, I state clearly that I know I am far from perfect and my tirade is not directed at everyone! I just feel as though we all need to think about what we are portraying when we speak hate. Like the primary song goes, "if the Savior stood beside me, would I say the things I say?"

I hope I have not offended anyone, because I value and cherish my friendships.

And The Puking Continues!

So...the saga continues. Started with Steve at about 9;00 p.m. on Saturday night. Then, at about midnight, I get it too. Of course, it hits me harder than anyone else in the family, which just angers me because I was already on antibiotics all week long anyway. I did not get up out of bed all day yesterday, except for about two 15 minutes increments to make sure the house was still standing. It was, with only one major thing broke (my Scentsy warmer) while Ethan was playing soccer in the living room. I feel better today, except that I have a fever and chills, and keep soaking sweat through my clothes.

Sick Kids and Tylenol PM

So, last night on Halloween, I learned the lesson....never take a Tylenol PM when you have sick kids! Averi was sick and throwing up starting Wednesday night, and I thought that was the end of it right? Wrong....Right before I head out the door to take the kids trick-or-treating, Wyatt pukes everywhere. I was thinking maybe it was because we switched him formulas that day. But, I was wrong. I strapped him in the stroller, and proceeded with our plans. Half way down the block, he throws up again, and I knew he had gotten exactly what Averi had. Steve had gotten home from work by this time, so we backtracked home to drop Wyatt off. The rest of the evening was fun, with Averi plowing over the other kids at everyones front doors. When I told her that she couldn't push other kids, she just put her hand on her hips, sighed, and said, "but I want my CANDY!"
Anyways, when we all got home and settled Ethan, Gavin, and Averi into bed, Wyatt still wasn't feeling well. Me, being the paranoid mom that I am, stayed up with him for hours, being afraid that if I laid him on his back in the bassinet, he would throw up and choke to death. He finally fell into a heavy sleep, and I knew he would stay that way all night. So, at about midnight, I took a Tylenol PM. All I wanted was one good night of sleep. You see, I don't sleep well anyways, and between me being sick earlier this week, and Averi keeping me awake all night on Wednesday, I felt like I hadn't slept in days!.......Bad idea. I learned last night that you cannot be mother of the year and take Tylenol PM. It was probably three or four in the morning, and Ethan comes into my room to inform me that Gavin had started throwing up. Me, being comatose from the sleeping pill, just told Ethan that everything was o.k. I guess, or so I have been told by Gavin, that he came in a bit later to ask if he could crawl into bed with me, because he wasn't feeling well. I told him flat out NO! (I always let the kids sleep in my bed when they are sick.) Then, he proceeded to tell me that he is throwing up. Instead of getting up to help and take care of him, I just mumbled to him, "just make sure you get it in the toilet!" Of course, I don't remember any of this, because I was finally getting my one night of good sleep! My poor six year old stayed awake the rest of the night, with only his brother to help him as he was sick and throwing up!........Moral of the story? Shoot me in the head if I ever take a Tylenol PM again! One good night of sleep is not worth the guilt you feel the next day for letting your son throw up by himself with only his brother to help take care of him.....and if anyone is wondering where Steve was through all this? Asleep on the couch!:) (The kids finally woke him up early in the morining to help take care of the situation while I slept in!) Poor Ethan, he got it too starting at about eight in the morning!