Thursday, September 27, 2012

There Is Beauty All Around


On Monday evening we were dazzled by a beautiful rainbow.
 

Tuesday morning brought heavy clouds that enveloped the mountains to the east.

By early Tuesday afternoon the clouds seemed to be lounging comfortably at the base of the mountains to the south. 

Wednesday was a perfect day for a drive up the canyon.

We were completely amazed by the bright splotches of color everywhere.
 
 These pictures really don't do the colors justice - they were so vibrant!
 
 Some of the leaves on this hill were shades of fluorescent red, orange and pink.

The view is always best when some of my favorite little people are a part of it.

We could have spent the whole day in the canyon but by afternoon we headed back toward home to get Curly to kindergarten.

Wednesday evening I noticed the brilliant sunset down by my favorite tree.

I don't know how autumn isn't everyone's favorite time of year.
I love the beauty that surrounds this place we call home.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

YOLO?


I can't remember exactly what I said that prompted ElemenoB to respond to me with a strange word I've never heard before: YOLO.  I asked her what the heck that was supposed to mean, which was followed by she and Thumbelina marveling over the fact that I had never heard of it.

"Seriously, Mom?  You've never heard of YOLO?"

"People have been saying it for, like, ever!"

I thought they were making it up, which would be completely in character for these two.  But no, they would not relent.

"Look it up!  We're totally not kidding!"

So I did.  For those of you who are as ignorant, out of it, and old fashioned as I - YOLO is an acronym for You Only Live Once.  It's basically this generation's excuse to do something stupid.  Sort of like how saying "bless his/her heart" before saying negative things about someone is supposed to cancel out what you say.  YOLO is like saying I'm about to do something stupid but hey, You Only Live Once! and then it's suddenly okay to do the stupid thing.  Because YOLO!!  It's about the stupidest thing I've ever heard.  (Stupid is apparently my go-to word today.)

Once I realized that they were indeed using a (mostly) well-known phrase, I admitted I was out of the loop (not a huge revelation or anything, by the way).

"NBD", ElemenoB responded.

I just smiled knowingly.

But secretly I wondered,  What the heck does NBD mean?!    

It's true.  I'm old.









(For those who are as inept as I, NDB = No Big Deal.  But why wouldn't you just SAY the words?  It takes the same amount of breath, for the love!)





Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Pancakes




One of my favorite flavors of fall is pumpkin.  It's not that I have to wait until the leaves start changing colors to enjoy it, it's more that it just feels right.  Last night was the perfect night for some pumpkin-infused pancakes for dinner.  Throw in some chocolate chips and what do you have?  Awesomeness.

This is what I call a cheater recipe because I could totally have make it from scratch, but I didn't.  Here is pretty much all that you need:



The recipe I came up with (see the end of the post) made this many pancakes:



You can top them with syrup or applesauce or whatever you like, but we like whipped cream. 



I have a confession to make.  I've become something of a whipped cream snob.  I used to love me some Cool Whip straight out of the container - I could eat it like ice cream!  But my friend Dave once pointed out how simple it was to make my own, and how much better it tasted.  Man-oh-man was he ever right!  So for those of you who already know what a beautiful thing home-whipped cream is, go make some.  For you who don't, here's what I do.

Dump the whipping cream into your mixer bowl (or into a regular bowl if you don't have a fancy mixer - it still works, it just takes longer). 


Add a little sugar - granulated or powdered, it doesn't matter (I added about 1/3 cup of sugar to 1 1/2 pints of whipping cream).  Then whip that stuff on high speed until it looks like whipped cream.


(As a little side note, I have discovered that you can also easily make chocolate whipped cream by adding a little cocoa before whipping.  Spread that on brownies instead of frosting for a taste of chocolate heaven.)


All of my very willing taste-testers agreed - this recipe is definitely a keeper!




Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Pancakes

5 cups 'just add water' whole wheat pancake mix*
3 1/2 cups water (add more if you like a thinner batter)
2 cups canned pumpkin
1 cup mini chocolate chips**

Add water to pancake mix.  Stir like crazy until there are no gross flour clumps left.  Stir in pumpkin, then chocolate chips.  Pour onto a hot griddle and cook until lightly browned on both sides.  


*If you want to whip up your own pancake batter, go ahead.  Just add some canned pumpkin and mini chocolate chips to your batter.  You can also just use regular pancake mix.  It doesn't have to be whole wheat.  I'm not the boss of you.

**Yes, they have to be mini in my opinion.  The regular sized chips don't work out right and they burn on the griddle.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Toothless

MISSING: Two front teeth.


I've never seen someone so excited about losing a tooth!  Hubba lost the first front tooth a couple of weeks ago and couldn't wait for the second one to come out. 

After plenty of wiggling and pushing and twisting (and blood!), he pulled it out on Friday night.  Hubba spent the rest of the evening saying words that contain 'th' and 's' and laughing about how funny he sounded.  Then he practiced saying those words so they don't come out funny at all.

He's going to make a great Halloween jack-o-lantern.





Saturday, September 22, 2012

Saturday's Spotlight

photo here



This weekend my alma mater celebrates fifty years of existence.  As much as I wanted to be there to sing in the alumni choir before the football game last night, and to run a 5K through my old school stomping grounds today (seriously - the run is through the actual halls of the school!), I think the part I most wanted to be there for was to see a couple of teachers who really made a difference to me.

I could write separate posts for each of the 5 teachers who come to mind as the most influential in my high school years (and maybe I will) but right now I want to tell you about Ms. La Fleur, my Spanish teacher.

Yes, I took five years of honors Spanish.  You would never know it now for my lack of ability, but thanks to Ms. La Fleur I am still totally fluent in reciting the basic conversation we practiced daily, the pledge of allegiance and, my favorite, The Birthday Song.  Not your typical birthday song, but one that is called Las MaƱanitas.  Man, did I love that woman.

I was first introduced to Ms. La Fleur as a gawky, shy 8th grader who was bussed over to the high school every morning for Spanish classes.  She immediately started calling everyone in the class Lovies and Dearhearts, but it wasn't strange.  Not to me.  I loved every ounce of exuberance and happiness that just seemed to radiate off of her.

She kept track of every student's birthday in every one of her classes and brought in a white bakery bag, folded over twice, if it was your special day.  Inside was a delicious cake donut with white frosting and rainbow sprinkles complete with a single candle poked into one side.  And with much fanfare, she would parade that bag over to your desk and announce to the class, "Dearhearts! Today is (Birthday Person)'s birthday!  Let us sing The Birthday Song!" as she lit the candle.  At first she sang a glorious solo,  loud and strong, while dancing around the desk with a huge smile on her face, skirt twirling.  As the year progressed and others picked up on the song, she would insist on everyone else joining in as well.

Many people hated their birthdays in Spanish class, or at least pretended to.  Not so with me!  I looked forward to it so much that I took Spanish for 5 years, even though I couldn't grasp the language.  You've got to love a teacher like Ms. La Fleur.  She really and truly cared, and we all knew it.

She understood the power of the phrase, "It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice."

Though young at heart, I would guess that Ms. La Fleur was probably in her 50's back in my high school days so I can only imagine her age now.  And as much as I would have loved to see her again this weekend, maybe it's best to remember her in a flowing skirt, dancing around my desk, making me feel like the most important Dearheart in the room.

Friday, September 21, 2012

NotMe and Idunno

 
Curly and Little O just saw them!

There are two frequent visitors at our house that I wish would just stay away.  Their names are NotMe and Idunno. 

Allen and I have never met or even seen NotMe and Idunno, but the kids have.  They see them ALL THE TIME, doing all of the things that break the rules and make us crazy.  I don't get why the kids don't tell them to leave our house and KNOCK IT OFF!!


Who ate in the front room and left crumbs everywhere?

Who stuffed the heating vent full of blocks?

Who smeared boogers all over the back of the couch?

Who used up the brand new roll of scotch tape that I just bought yesterday?

Who took one bite out of every apple in the fridge?

Who crammed the clean laundry under the bed?

Who left the DVDs laying around so that the baby could destroy them?

Who smeared poop all over the side of the toilet?

Who ate an entire bag of chocolate chips in the pantry and left the empty bag as evidence?

Who wiped toothpaste on the cabinets?

Who spilled water on the wood floor and left it?

Who threw rocks all over the lawn?

It's NotMe and Idunno.  Every. Single. Time.


If I ever find where these two characters are hiding out, there are going to be some serious consequences.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Made My Night


I would like to thank one of our local police officers for pulling over a speeding motorist last night, right across the street from our house.

The police lights lit up our front room in sporadic bursts of blue and red, drawing the kids' attention like a cat to a laser pointer.

My kids were so fascinated with what they called 'the crime scene' out the window that I was able to enjoy two chapters of a book in relative peace while indulging myself with an entire bag of unshared peanut M&Ms.  They didn't even hear me open the package! 

It was the most blissful 17 minutes of my day.



Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Random Thoughts

These are my two best buddies these days.





I have a pair of socks that say 'left foot' and 'right foot' on them.  I purposely wear them on the opposite feet, because socks are not the boss of me.

I am so excited that the firstlings of fall are here.  I can't wait to wear my funky knee-high socks and sweaters.  I can't wait to see the mountains transform into hues of autumn.  I can't wait to make and eat all sorts of pumpkin-flavored treats.  Pumpkin chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast?  Yes, please.


Every time I read the directions in a recipe that say, "Batter will be slightly lumpy" I think, not in my house. Because who wants to bite into a pancake or muffin and have a big lump of flour explode in your mouth?  Gross.  I'd rather risk over-stirring.


Sadness is a fickle friend.  It comes in a strange mixture of happiness and melancholy to remind you of things you don't want to forget.  It also comes to overwhelm you and leaks drip by drip into your heart until it feels much too heavy and expands to fill your chest until you can hardly breathe.  It brings tears which are sometimes welcome,  but which also show up unexpectedly at Parent/Teacher Conferences.

I understand the idea behind parent/teacher conferences, but I always feel bad taking the teacher's time, as well as the time of the parents waiting behind me, just so I can hear how awesome my kids are.  But I still go, because that's what good parents do, right?  And maybe also because I like having other people tell me that my kids are awesome.

One of my favorite parent/teacher conferences was when one of Allen the Younger's high school teachers told me he was a great kid, but he had a flatulence problem and needed to take care of it before class because it was a... distraction.  I got all serious when I talked to him about it, but I had a good chuckle about it later on. It was especially amusing because I think the teacher wanted to just say the word 'fart' but he thought it out and used 'flatulence' instead.

Recently there was an awesome rainstorm, followed by a huge, brilliantly bright, full-on double rainbow arching over the mountains near my home.  It was so beautiful it was almost unreal.

Speaking of unreal, I had a dream the other day that I KNEW was not a dream.  And when I woke up and realized that it WAS a dream, I wondered if my life was actually the dream and my dreams were my real life.

I looked up dreams and meanings of dreams on the internet but couldn't find anything to substantiate my theory.  


I have a serious love/hate relationship with the internet.  I love the way it feeds me information and helps me to feel connected to people, mainly people who do not wear diapers and are not wanting me to watch Curious George with them.  (Again.)  But I hate when something someone says or something I see or read makes me feel inadequate, stupid, left out, uneducated or not good enough.  Or worse, when something makes me feel angry.  Where's the balance?  I'm not sure.

If I hear the word Stupidhead come out of my 4-year-old's mouth one more time... I don't know what I'll do.  Because I am really bad at coming up with consequences for the things my kids do that make me crazy.  But I still hate the word Stupidhead, especially when he's referring to me.  

I love sending and receiving packages and hand-written notes in the mail.  I almost want to start some kind of package-pal thingy where other people who love real mail and packages as much as I do can all send fun surprises to each other in some chain-letter sort of way.  But I hate chain letters because they think they're the boss of me.  And I think it's obvious I can't put into words what I really want to do here.  So it probably isn't going to happen.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Whippoorwill



Two weeks ago Hubba came to me, just as the sun was barely peeking out from behind the mountains, and informed me that "there is something freaky on our swingset".  I looked out the back window and saw that it was a bird - sleeping soundly.  I love birds and felt kind of honored that this little visitor was comfortable enough to nap in our yard.

I was sure that once the sun came out, it would be gone.  After the kids were all sent off to school and I was starting on the breakfast dishes, I glanced out the window and noticed that the bird was still there, now awake.


Does anyone else think it's awesome how the bird decided to rest just above a sign that reads Leisure Time?

After another hour or so, our feathered friend had still not left.  I began to worry that it was injured and went outside for a closer look.  I got some close-up shots and posted them on Facebook, asking if anyone knew what kind of bird this was.



My friend Jes gave me the answer I was looking for - she said it was a Whippoorwill and that I was lucky because they are rarely seen.  I did some research online and found that our visitor matched the description of a Whippoorwill - except for one thing.  I read that because of its nocturnal habits, the Whip-poor-will is infrequently seen.  The other fact that I thought was awesome is that a group of Whippoorwills are collectively known as an 'invisibility'.  Birds with super powers!  Does it get any better?


This bird was definitely not trying to hide.  I was sure that it must be injured and I worried abut one of the fifty million cats in our neighborhood attacking it.  I went back outside to figure out a way to somehow protect it from predators until I could figure what to do next.

I walked over to where the bird sat.  It was not afraid.  It did not fly away.  It watched me, and I admired it.  It looked so peaceful and content.  It was beautiful.  And then it stood.  I froze.  I snapped a picture and then we stood there, staring at each other.
 

I realized right then that I have had birds come visit me often, actually.  And something in my heart told me that this was not a coincidence.  That this bird had come as a way of letting me know that my Heavenly Father is very aware of me.  Without going into more personal details, that's the best way I know how to explain what I felt just then. 

The Whippoorwill turned, sat back down, and closed its eyes.


I just stood there, in the quiet of the morning, appreciating its beauty.  I wondered still if it was tethered by some kind of injury to the spot where it slept.  I had seen that its legs worked fine.  Maybe it had a broken wing?

And then Baby X woke up.  After feeding him some breakfast, I brought him to the window and showed him the bird, still perched above the swings.  He got really excited and wanted a closer look.  I figured it couldn't hurt - there was no way he could get close enough to the bird to harm it in any way.


That Whippoorwill woke right up when Baby X came out there.  It stood again, then tilted its head to the side, sizing him up.


Baby X leaned his belly onto a swing just below the bird and pushed himself off of the ground, laughing as he spread his arms wide and reveled in the feeling of flying.

Before I even realized what was happening, our backyard visitor surprised me by immediately following suit and taking flight as well.  At first I was sad to see it go, but then felt comforted to know that it wasn't injured.  It really had just come for a visit. 

I thought the bird had broken wings.  But no, it was fine.  And now it was off where birds are meant to be - flying free.  Defying gravity.

Once again, a feathered friend had come to teach me a lesson.

Monday, September 17, 2012

I Asked For It

I went in to Hubba's 2nd grade classroom last week to teach them some American Sign Language.  I always like to start out these kind of presentations with showing the kids that Deaf people aren't scary - in fact, they're just like everyone else, the only difference is that they can't hear.

I usually bring in a picture of my family, and I thought it would be fun to bring in this picture:

 
because I was about Hubba's age when it was taken.

When it came time for me to teach, I showed the class the picture and told them that this was my family.  I asked, "Does anything about this picture seem weird to you?"  Now, let me add here that every time I've asked this question in the past, the response has been 'no'.  Maybe it was the age of the picture, maybe it was the class, but immediately almost everyone said, "YES!" and raised their hands to tell me what was so weird about it.

"Wow, this will be fun," I said.  "This isn't exactly where I was going with this, but why don't you guys go ahead and tell me what's weird about this picture."

"Everyone's hair is brown, but yours is blonde!" one girl pointed out.

"Some people's hair is curly but only two people's hair is straight," another kid answered.

"Okay, but isn't it like that in all of your families?" I asked.  "Doesn't everyone have something different about them?"

They all nodded in agreement.

"Good.  So, besides the hair, we all look like a normal family, right?"

More hands.

"Your clothes are weird!" a little girl in the back yelled out.

"True enough," I agreed.  "That's because I'm old and this is how we used to dress back when I was your age."

"Boys don't wear shirts like that," one student said, pointing at my Dad.

"Okay, you all got me.  We are a little weird.  But, besides that, we're just a normal family, right?"

They slowly nodded their heads.

"Great.  Now look at my mom and dad.  You can't tell by looking at this picture that they're Deaf, can you?  Because they look like pretty much any mom and dad.  That's because Deaf people are just like any of us, the only difference is that they can't hear."

"Thank the heavens you're not death!" one girl commented.  I really wanted to say, "Now, THAT would be scary, wouldn't it!  To have Death in your classroom!" but I knew they wouldn't get it and I'd have to backtrack and explain myself and point out the huge difference between Deaf and death, so I just pretended not to hear her and went on with my presentation.  


I told the class what my typical morning was like at home, showing them signs along the way for words like breakfast, car, school, class, sit, teacher, flag, etc. Then I got to the point where I asked if they had any signs they would like to learn.  We went through a few signs before someone got them started on animals.  They were crazy for these!  They learned dog, cat, penguin, turtle, snake, zebra, wolf... and then Hubba's hand shot up.

"What sign do you want to learn, Hubba?" I asked.

"Nothing," he answered, obviously excited. "But do you want me to let everyone hear how I can howl like a real wolf?"

I declined, as I have heard his wolf-howl and it is not a particularly quiet, inside-voices kind of sound.  But I did invite anyone who would like to hear it to find him on the playground at recess where he could howl to his heart's content.

Before I knew it, my time was over.  As I walked to the car with a smile on my face, I concluded that second graders are a pretty awesome group of kids to be around.

I hope I get the chance to go back again.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

The Greatest Love Of All


Little O and I had the following conversation this week:

Me: I sure do love you, Little O!

Little O: Me, too.

Me: You love you too?

Little O: Yes!

Me: Or do you mean you love me too?

Little O: No, I love me too.

Me: You or me?

Little O: What are you talking about, Mom?

Me: Never mind.  I love you.

Little O: Me, too.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Smashing


One of my favorite things about the summer and fall is the fresh produce that is available.  The absolute best is the tomatoes that are in our own backyard.  I noticed we had about 7 or 8 that were just about ready to be picked so I mentally put them on our dinner menu for this week.

I found the perfect night for tomatoes to complement our dinner.  I excitedly went outside to pick those red, ripe beauties... and found this:



All over the back yard.  All eight of them.  Broken to bits in the grass.

I had an idea of who was responsible, but I knew I couldn't talk to the kids just then because I was a teensy bit boiling mad.  Once I had calmed down enough to be rational, I called the culprits to the backyard and asked which of them had done this to our tomatoes.

Neither of them.

They told me who HAD done it, though.  Who had picked them off of the vine, pitched them into the air, then smashed them to smithereens with the plastic baseball bat.  There was no logical explanation, except that there was no baseball to be found - but these were right there.

Any guesses as to who the guilty one is?

I never would have guessed.  It was...






Princess!  I didn't think she had it in her.

Maybe we need to get her signed up for softball?

Or anger management?

Friday, September 14, 2012

Candy Grams


When I do nice things for others, it makes me happy.  Hopefully it brings a smile to their face, too.  I decided recently to print up some tags, attach them to candy, and give them to people who might appreciate it.  I keep a couple in my purse, a couple in the glove box of the van, and grab a few extras whenever I know I'll be around a lot of people because there's always someone who can use a little lift or word of appreciation. 

The Snickers have tags that read, "Laughter is the best medicine.  But if you can't laugh, just SNICKER."

 


I had these in mind for friends who I know are having a hard time for whatever reason.


The tag on the M&Ms says, "Marvelous & Magnificent is what you are".


I saw a stamp for sale once which said this on it and I made a sketch of it in a notebook so I could replicate it later.  I love how they turned out.


Remember Pop Rocks?  The awesome little candy that explodes in your mouth?  I printed off some little cards that read, "I just wanted to let you know that YOU ROCK! Because you totally do" to attach to those.

These are my favorite, and the easiest to carry around.  The only rule is that I only give them to people who really do ROCK.

When I'm feeling down, it helps to try to lift others up.  I've been battling the blues lately and this is just one little thing that works for me to help put a smile back on my face.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Be Kind


Little O is so stinkin' cute.  He picks flowers out of my front yard at least daily and brings them to me.  And you know what?  I don't even care that he's picking all of the blooms out of my flowerbed.  It melts my heart every time he presents me one of these in his little outstretched hand, cocks his head to the side and says, "Look what I got for you!" 

This quote has been on my mind a lot lately: Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.




I thought that Little O and this quote were a perfect fit.  Now I just have to print it off and decide where to display it.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

When You Gotta Go



I sure do love this little stinker.  I was hoping I wouldn't have any stories of school shenanigans to tell this year, but here we are in the third week of school - and I got one of those phone calls on Monday.  The kind that start with, "We've got Hubba here in the office..."

What could it be this time?

They always let him be the one to break the news to me.  So as soon as he was on the line I said, "What's up Hubba?  I thought we weren't going to do this this year."

He explained that he was in trouble for peeing in the bushes during recess.  And because I have the mind of a 12-year-old boy, I had to cover the phone while I burst out laughing.  (I know, I know - it's not funny.  But laughing is how I deal with things.)  Once I had composed myself, I asked Hubba if anyone was close by or if anyone had seen him.

"Well, obviously someone saw me or I wouldn't have got in trouble. (smart aleck!)  But Mom, I had to go sooooooo bad!"

"There are bathrooms, Hubba!"

"Not on the playground!  And I really, really had to go!"


We talked it over for a few more minutes before agreeing (against his will - "Do you have to tell Dad?!") to discuss it more at home.

He served his time in the school's detention room (called LRR, although I'm not sure what those letters stand for) and then went back to class.

When I got off the phone I immediately called Allen, who always helps give me a better perspective on these things.  I concluded that I'd rather he be known as The Kid Who Peed In The Bushes than being stuck with the stigma of The Second Grader Who Peed His Pants.  But still, this was not acceptable playground behavior.

Hubba and I had a good talk about things once he got home and he told me, "I promise I'll try to have no more visits to the LRR this year."

"You promise you'll try?  Nope.  What does Yoda say?" (I love making my kids quote Star Wars!  So much wisdom there.)

Another sigh, along with an eye roll. "Do or do not.  There is no try."

At least we're headed in the right direction.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Wish List


Curly's 6th birthday is at the end of this month.  I've asked her a few times if she can think of anything she'd like to receive, but she always says more crayons?.  I told her to think on it and get back to me.

This morning, Curly approached me apprehensively.  I could see that she wanted to tell me something but was trying to work up the courage to do so.  Finally I asked her, "What's up?"

"You know how you asked what I wanted for my birthday?  Well, I thought of some stuff.  But you don't have to get me all of it."

Here it comes, I thought.  A trip to Disneyland?  A pony?

"I thought maybe I could have some more paint and colored pencils.  And maybe... some markers?"

"That all sounds great," I told her.  "Can you think of anything bigger?"

Curly breathed in a deep sigh, then asked, "Stickers?  I promise not to put them on the tables and stuff."

Oh, to be 5-turning-6 again! 

I think all of her birthday wishes are going to come true.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Remembering Jason

Share the love! (Thanks for the picture, Janelle!)

Jason's birthday is this Sunday, September 9th.  He would normally be planning his own birthday celebration, which he liked to call Christmas in September, and inviting all of his friends and blog readers to join in the festivities at his home.

This year, there have been quite a few people who had the same idea of how to celebrate Jason's birthday: to perform some act of service for someone in his memory.  Things like paying for an extra ice cream cone for a stranger, posting uplifting quotes in public places, donating books to a school library, writing a note to someone to express your love and admiration, or paying for the order of the person behind you in the drive-through.

Jason's friend Emily created a website in honor of this day.  It's called Project Z and it's a way for us to share with each other the ways we've chosen to remember our friend.

Here's what Emily had to say about it:

The idea is to just keep in mind Jason's spirit of giving, and his frequent random acts of kindness. For his birthday weekend, we want people to spread Jason's love around and try to keep him in mind while doing as many of these little (or big!) things as possible. If anyone wants to, we can share them on the blog or share reactions, our impressions, thoughts regarding Jason and the way he influenced all of us. I put a map on the blog because I know Jason had friends and family worldwide that could participate and I thought it would be fun to see where people are performing these services. 

I also contacted Maceys and explained a bit about Jason. The manager seemed excited and told me they could definitely do what I asked them (to provide as many free cones as possible with whatever amount I was able to send in) and tell the people it was in memory of someone special. I thought that would be a fun thing to do, since Jason really delighted in doing it. 

Are you in?  Click over to Project Z if you'd like to read more about it or to let everyone know how you've chosen to celebrate Jason's birthday this week.  I'm choosing to participate because I miss my friend and want to honor his memory, but also because doing kind things for others helps my heart to heal.  

Go spread some love and happiness!

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Quick Quips


Curly: Have you noticed how Mom calls Dad 'Allen'?  It's because she can't call Dad 'Dad', because he's not her dad.  He's more like her boyfriend or something.

Cowgirl (in a prayer): And we're thankful for almost everything we have.
Me (after the prayer): So, what are we not thankful for?
Cowgirl: Boogers.

ElemenoB: I didn't know there was a difference between convertible and not convertible cars.  I thought convertible meant it was a sports car.
Me: Convertible means the top part of the car somehow retracts or comes off.
ElemenoB: Really?
Me: Yes.

Me: (as our 3 littlest boys crawl up onto our bed) Hey! Where did all these boys come from?
Little O: Bemember, Mom? I was a baby in a box and you buyed me!

Hubba: (on the way to school) Whoa, Dad!  We're going faster than the trees!

Me: HEY! Don't do that!
Allen: What did he do?
Me: He stuck his head up my skirt!  Little O, you will end up in jail for doing things like that.
Little O: Silly Mom!  Little boys don't go to jail!
Allen: They do if they look up ladies' skirts.
Curly: Yeah, especially if you're a big boy like Dad.

Overheard during the older kids' group Sunday School a.k.a. Primary Sharing Time: 
Bishop O: Who followed one of the commandments today?
Kid 1: I am keeping the Sabbath Day holy!
Bishop O: Great!  Who else?
Kid 2: I listened to my mom!
Bishop O: Nice!  Anyone else?
Princess: I didn't commit murder!
Bishop O: Um, okay... I'm really glad to hear that, Princess...
Kid 3: And I didn't commit adultery!
Bishop O: Well, that's probably enough of those...