Wednesday, January 30, 2013


Sammy cleared out his school folder and handed me a half sheet.

"Oh, nooo..," I groaned as I saw the words 'A Note from the Nurse' at the top.  What deadly disease has infiltrated the classroom now?

Strep throat.  Awesome.  I've been trying to keep everyone healthy for our Disney trip. Argh!!

"Great," I said sarcastically. "Someone in your class has strep throat.  You've been exposed."

He looked shocked, "I've been EXPOSED because someone has strep throat???"

"Yes that's how it works.  If someone gets sick, the whole class is exposed."

"What??  The whole class????  That's not even fair!" he said indignantly.

"Well hopefully you don't get strep throat."

"That doesn't even matter.  I can't even believe that I get kicked out of school because someone in my class got sick!!"  


Tuesday, January 29, 2013

And then he turned 7...last September...

So among the myriad of things of which I've neglected to post, one of them was  Sammy's 7th birthday.  We celebrated his seven wild years of life with a carnival.
Most appropriate.
First, I hired some clowns.

Creating the 'big top' with strips of plastic tablecloth and garden lights.

Made the carnival sign from cardstock.  The white sheets were 1/2 sheets of cardstock, the letters were cut out on my Cricut.  I put clear vinyl on the front to make it sturdy, hole punched the corners and tied it together with bakers twine.

The prize booth was really fun to create.  I ordered a bunch of stuff from Oriental Trading and the Dollar Spot at Target.  The kids earned tickets doing the games, and could redeem them for prizes at the end.

Let the games begin! 

The duck race.  All you need is ducks, motorized water guns, and enough water to make everyone uncomfortably wet.

Hot Shot.  Nerf gun heaven.

A tattoo parlor.  Go ahead and get inked if you feel so inclined.

Ball Toss.  Empty cans, covered with scrapbook paper.

They were foamy baseballs.  Didn't need any noggins getting konked.

Photo booth.  It's become a birthday party staple.

Carnival cupcakes

Popcorn, anyone?

Make a wish!

Happy birthday to my amazing little boy!

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Bring it on, 2013

Hello.  It's been a while. 
I never have enough time. I'd hoped that 2013 would be the year that I suddenly had time for everything I wanted to do.  Enough time to spend with each of my kids, individually, time for everything that needed cleaning/organizing/sorting/giving away/throwing away in my house, time for all the creative projects, the books, the music, the taking-a-new-class-because-learning-is-so-much-fun, the dating my hot boyfriend, the exploring Seattle, the blogging for heaven's sakes, the blogging.  You get the idea.
2013 is not that year.
Part of it is due to the new calling I got at church.  Our huge ward split (At this point, if you are not LDS, this may get very confusing. You might already be confused by the terms 'ward' and 'LDS'.) and I was called to be the Relief Society President of a brand-new-starting-from-scratch ward. 
Copious amounts of mango sherbet and Downton Abbey helped me process.
Needless to say, a lot--A. LOT.--of time is spent in this endeavor.
And, sista, I could tell you stories.
I did however, spend a Saturday taking a glass blowing class with my friend, Kelli.
Do you see how excited I get about learning?

We made sea floats.  I am very in love with that blue orb.  PS: It is not tiny, those chess pieces are just big, because I happen to love things that are the wrong size.
I also made a goal (okay, not a 'real' goal, because I didn't write it down) to take a picture every day.  I've been documenting the day to day life of our little circus, and it's really fun.  It helps that J forced a fancy phone on me and it takes great pictures.
The picture at the top was taken tonight while we spent some good time playing 'Headbandz', basically a commercialized/kid-ized version of the ice breaker party game where you walk around with a name on your back and try to guess who you by talking to other people.
It wasn't entirely successful.
Sammy: "Am I a pet?"
Buddy: "No, but you cut things!!!"
Then Sweetie would walk up to me, point to the card on my head and say "Money, Mommy!!"
Me: "Am I money?"
Kids: "NO, NO, you're NOT MONEY.
Sweetie, more pointing: "Yes money! Money, Mommy!"
I was money.
Every time Buddy would get a card in his headband, he'd say, "Just a minute, I have to got potty real quick," then he'd come back and say, "Um, am I a basketball?"
Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater.
Then the boys took off their headbands to make weapons out of them and the game was done.
(Cue the circus theme music).
If I've learned anything this past while, it is that time is a more rare and valuable currency than money. I literally 'spend' it, and I am doing so more and more carefully. 
Especially with the little ones at home still, I'm trying to make the time count, and not just "get stuff done".
He's a Transformer.  And I bought him at Costco.

It finally snowed, so they bundled up for a snowball fight.  It was a great 1.5 minutes.

Those are dangerous hands.

Her first manicure. 
This was right after she tried to do it herself and painted half my bathroom, a towel, my bath mat, and some carpet in the process.  Look at her, though, how could I possibly be mad?  She just wanted to be girly.

This was a smoothie I made for dessert tonight.  In the back is Buddy saying, "I'm not going to come and get the rest of this tonight, Mommy. I'm going to go right to sleep."
Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.
I introduced my voracious-reader Girlie to Harry Potter this month, and she's already half way though Year 5.

 Buddy got a Smithsonian science kit for Christmas, and we are growing triops.  It is the weirdest thing I've ever seen.  And I've seen some weird stuff.
Well, there.  It's good to be back.
 Bring it on, 2013.