My Beautiful Girls

From here on out...

Henceforth I shall judge no one who has a maid. In fact I envy you! I think about you as I'm on my hands and knees scrubbing arduously at the soap scum in my shower, I marvel at your financial savvy to have worked one into your budget. I want one!!!! Thats right. I said it! And why should I be ashamed of it?

SOMEONE TO DO YOUR CLEANING FOR YOU!!!!! When you really sit down and think about it, Its kind of stupid NOT to have one.

Don't want to clean your own grime and filth? HIRE A MAID!!! (They have those you know)

Seriously?

Stumbled across this little gem the other day, it was labeled "Corset Distortion"

The things we do...

My Boy...

Alright, so you may or may not be wondering why he is only holding on with two fingers. The reason is this: Unbeknown to me, roughly about four years ago I gave birth to a Dinosaur. Not just any Dinosaur (though it changes depending on the day) but a Tyranosaurus Rex. These days he responds with roars, not words (even though anybody who spends time with him knows he doesn't have trouble with words) and he is often hunched over with two fingers out and ready to attack at any given moment. When you ask him what he wants to be when he grows up, he responds simply: "Just a Dinosaur." He walked almost the entire day at Disneyland with only those fingers out, which I have to say is serious dedication.

And with that kind of commitment, who knows... maybe he will be a Dinosaur when he grows up!

I think I should re-name this blog title to read: "Hey, how stupid am I!"

Bedroom door

I just had the most random realization ever. I was telling a story about my tender youth, when I pointed out a small meaningless detail about how I used to make sure my door was shut every time I left my room. For some reason I felt that would deter my sisters from going in and stealing my stuff. I don't know why shutting the door was going to stop them because...

they figured out how to open doors!!!

Anyway, I just got why that was a stupid concern.

Meanwhile...

One day my little baby twin brothers grew up and got called to serve missions to (coincidentally the same country where my husband and one of my brothers-in-law served.) THE PHILIPPINES!

I look at pictures of my husband there and think "That must have been crazy." and then I picture my brothers going there and think "NO WAY! THEY ARE JUST LITTLE BABIES!!!! they can't go all the way out there all by themselves! Who will babysit them? Who will help them brush their teeth? Who will make sure they're eating? Who will read them bedtime stories????" These are real questions people!!! I remember when I thought missionary's were SO old, and now I see that they are just babies pretending to be grown ups! I know they'll be fine, they do take care of themselves (kind of). And I guess should the occasion arise, they are now old enough to scrub their own poop off the walls. (though, I think I speak for everyone when I say: lets hope that situation never comes along!) Still, its just so mind blowing! (Look at the pieces of my brain scattered all over the walls) I'm trying to not even think about how I will take it when they get married or even *gasp* have babies of their own!!!! No way universe, that would just be too weird.

Our wedding 2004

Brittni's wedding 2010

GOOD LUCK TWIDS!!!

Sleep Deprivation

So the other day, as I was putting on my makeup, I leaned into the mirror to finnish rubbing my foundation in when I saw this awful dark spot on my face. I rubbed and rubbed but it would not budge! I leaned away from the mirror, leaned back in and realized... it was my mole.

In the mean time I keep trying to shut the sliding closet door by pushing the "automatic button" on the wall (though Toyota does actually make such a button for their sliding doors, it turns out walls don't come with automatic buttons. Go figure!)

Motherhood should have a warning label:

WARNING! Motherhood WILL kill brain cells, proceed with caution! (no refunds or exchanges )

Elliott trying to get some candy...

Elliott: "Mama, I need some candy hearts"

Me: "I don't think so dude"

Elliott: "But mama, I NEED them"

Me: "Oh you need them huh?"

Elliott: "Yeah, they are sayin' to me: "Elliott, we want to go to the party in your tummy!"

Me: "Thats what they're saying?"

Elliott: "Yeah, so can you just get them down for me?"

Elliott antics

Elliott yelling across the room while I am sitting right next to him:

"Hey, girl! Push the circle button on the TV to turn it on, tip toe so Mama doesn't hear you! Hurry push the button, don't tell Mama!!"

(I had told him absolutely NO TV during dinner)