YUM--O

Tonight at dinner, the children were discussing the "yummy" factor of dinner. The star of the discussion was the potato salad. The "yummy" factor was quite low. Finally, Parker, who actually gave it the highest score, said,

"Guys, all Mom is trying to do is...

...not kill us."

Confessions of a 4th grader

Sydney told me she needed a Confession book for 4 grade. I had a lot of questions.

Why would a 4th grader need a confession book? What would she be confessing? Who would be reading her confessions? What would the confessions be used for? Does it seem strange to anyone else that a 4th grader would need a confession book?

Then we both figured out that she meant a Composition book. I bought her two.

$ 0.75

I wish I had a picture to illustrate this story but I left my camera in Arizona. I probably wouldn't have had my camera with me at the store anyway. But here's what happened.

We were at D.I. and I was shopping for some new pants for myself. Because let's face it. These last 10 or so pounds of baby weight are not going anywhere very fast. And in a few short months it will be cold weather and I'll still be wearing my one pair of capris and the same elastic waist skirt. So anyway... why fight it? I just went and bought some new, bigger size pants.

I instructed the older two to each watch a specific younger sibling while I tried my pants on in the dressing room. One went to look at electronics (looking for a CD player) and the other went to the toys. I finished up and Bryce was screaming hungry. I found a nice, soft, used chair to sit in and nurse Bryce (I know...I'm pretty high class). I looked up to where the kids were and found 3 out of 4. Where was #4? It wasn't long before the nice voice over the intercom announced that they had a lost girl up front. It was no mystery to me who that child was so I sent the other 3 kids off to retrieve her.

A couple of minutes later, little #4 came strutting over to me, her arms full of toys. FULL of toys!!! It was so adorable. I'm not sure if someone found her and took her to the front of the store because she looked lost or if they stopped her on her way out the door, trying to take the toys without paying. (wink wink). She sat next to me while I nursed and played with her toys. A few minutes later, I looked down at her and noticed that one of the price tags was stuck to her shoulder.

Its a good thing we found her when we did. She's so darn cute, someone might have taken her to the register for $0.75.

Maybe...

Parker asked me if he could do something and I responded with, "Maybe..."

Parker: "What does maybe mean? Does it mean yes or no?"

Mom: "It means... I don't know."

Sydney: "It really means she'll probably forget about it. But remind her when she's happy. That's what I've learned in my short life."

Just a couple of comments about school

Sydney: "A boy teacher? Seriously...?"

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Mom: "Millie, are you excited to meet your teacher tomorrow?"

Millie: "Yes, but I hope she's a pretty one. 'Cuz I like pretty ones."

Re-thinking

So, I am rethinking this blog business. And I feel like I owe you an apology of sorts.

I haven't been posting much of anything lately. It sort of started when I was finishing up formatting last years blog into a photo book. And it was a lot of work. And I thought, "Why am I doing this twice?" Once for the blog and then going through it all again for the book to make sure it looks Just Right!?! Why don't I just put everything straight into a book instead of a blog?"

And then I had a baby. And that put a major cramp in my schedule.

So, I kind of slowed down on the blogging thing. I would love to share with you pictures of Bryce's baby blessing and the huge family picture from Apricot Festival 2010. But I don't have the energy or creativity to do it. More accurately, to do it the way I Want to do it. Speaking of which, I also have thoughts running around in my head that have to do with a blog post about buffering our families and about lost muses (of the creative kind). But I feel like my muse is gone and thus is my creativity experiencing a famine. So, no blog posts for quite some time, with or without pictures.

So, until Hashbrown grows up a little more, school starts and my muse returns, I shall merely post the sporadic family photo.

Much love,

K.

prelude

I don't know how to make this picture bigger. Hopefully you can click on it and you can enlarged.

rising star

Sydney participated in a theater class this summer. They performed the plat, "Willy Wonka." She was an Oompa Loompa.

She had a great time sharing this experience with her friend. She's definitely a rising star.

July BBQ and birthdays

Here it is. It was fun.

4th of july

This year, the family did the annual hot-air balloon and Y mount hike without me. I was too garsh-darn tired and didn't want to hike around with a 5 month old baby. So I got the kids dressed at 5:15 am, wished them luck as they pulled out of the driveway at 5:30 am and was back to sleep by 5:35 am.

Despite the fact that the balloons didn't lift off (in fact, most of them didn't even light up), they still seemed to have a good time.


We were also lucky enough to be able to share our tradition this year with Sterling's sister, Audra, and her family. They recently moved to Provo. How lucky are we??? Then they hiked up to the "Y". I missed doing that more than I thought I would. I love seeing the sun chase the night shadow back across the Utah valley until it washes over us and the world is awake in morning light. Ah well, next year I will put on my hiking boots and make the annual trek.

I did meet up with the family after the hike at the BYU Creamery on Ninth. (Also a major family tradition). In addition to Audra's family, we met up with our neighbors, the Southards. I wouldn't mind it one bit if they became part of our tradition as well. The more the merrier. July is just a wonderful wonderful month. Full of birthdays and tradition. I love it!!!

dirty face?

I found Rachel in the bathroom, trying to clean her face.

She was in there, working and scrubbing hard, for a very long time.

That spot just wouldn't go away...

because it was a bruise.