On the way home from Nick and Wilda's tonight, I laughed pretty hard. It started out with Emilia asking to play "The Guessing Game," which is her name for out simplified version of 20 questions. The rules are basically Emilia and me (or Steve) go back and forth: one thinks of an item (that isn't too hard to guess) and the other asks (mostly) yes or no questions until it is guessed.
Steve tells Emilia, "No, not tonight, Emilia."
"Why?"
"Because we're tired."
"But I'm bored. I have to play a game to not be bored."
I say, "How about we play, 'Let's see who can be quiet and not talk for the longest?'"
"That's not fun!"
"Are you sure? I think it sounds fun."
"No! It's not even a game. It's just a thing. A boring thing. It's a rule. You can't take a rule and make it a game. That's not fun."
"She's got you there," Steve says.
Emilia continues in the back without us listening too closely, but it goes something like this:
"Rules are not fun games. I need to play a game, or it won't be fun. So you need to play with me. Play a game. Like the guessing game, because that's fun. You or Daddy can think of something, and I'll guess it. I don't even have to think of something. I'll just guess. Then will it be fun?"
"Maybe you can play by yourself."
Emilia is annoyed. "I can't think of something and then guess it. That won't work."
Mira pipes up then. "I guess! Is it a car?"
"Mom, that won't work."
"Is it a car?"
"But not me and Mira, me and you mom. It's not a game if it's just me and Mira."
"Is it a car?"
"You guys play hide and seek all the time without me," I say. "And that's fun."
"But that's not the same."
"IS IT A CAR?"
"No, Mira! I haven't thought of anything."
"Well, think of something," I tell her.
"Okay, I thought of something. Guess, Mira."
"Is it a car?"
"No."
"Is it a guessing game?" Mira giggles.
"No!"
"Is it a driver?"
"No." Then, excitedly, "It's an electricity line!"
Mira joins in the excitement. "I guess!"
"Yea, Mira!" I say.
"Mom," Emilia says, "Now you have to play. You have to play or I can cancel guessing. We can play or we can cancel guessing. Those are your choices. Play or cancel guessing."
"I choose to cancel guessing."
"You can't choose that."
"You gave me the choices, Emilia. I can pick 'cancel guessing.'"
"But I don't want to cancel guessing. I don't want you to pick that one. Oh all right. I'll play with Mira again."
"I guess!" Says Mira.
"No you didn't."
"I guess!"
"Nah-ah."
"I guess!"
"I didn't even think of anything yet."
"Oh."
"Okay, I thought of something."
"Is it a car?"
"Augh! Mira! Don't guess a car."
"Is it..."
"Nevermind. It's too late. There's our house."
Monday, September 30, 2013
Misadventures
It seems like every time we try to have a family adventure, it ends up being a comedy of errors that really isn't funny to us. Whenever I tell the story to our parents, though, they get a big kick out of it. Perhaps because they've been there. Perhaps because they're seeing that there is justice in this world in the form of payback for all the crap we put them through. Or perhaps, because I'm just a really good storyteller with a flair for comedy. But I doubt it's the last one.
Our misadventures don't begin until Friday afternoon. The rest of the week was pretty boring. On Monday for family night Steve talked to the girls about service and how we feel good when we give service to others. I don't think it sunk in, but it was certainly worth the effort to talk about it. Some day I'm sure it will click. Wednesday, I volunteered in Emilia's classroom. I respect those moms out there who do it out of the kindness of their hearts. If I wasn't getting hours toward renewing my teaching license, I'm not sure I would have given it a second thought.
Thursday, when I went to pick up Emilia from school, the first thing she yells is, "I got invited to Lily's birthday party!" "How fun!" I responded. As we're walking to the car, I find out that the whole class got invited to Lily's birthday party. And I'm thinking, "Wow, that's a brave mom." I ask where the invitation is so we know when and where the party are, but now we're in the car and she's not sure she put it in her backpack. "Do you remember when the party is?" I ask. "I think it's tomorrow," she tells me--very sad that she might miss the party because she doesn't know where the invitation is. I tell her not to worry. Nobody sends home an invitation for a birthday party the day before the party. Except Lily's mom, apparently. Because the next day she brings home the invitation and the party is an hour from now. Oh great. Luckily I have some extra gifts that I keep sitting around for situations like these. I throw it in a gift bag, gather up the other girls and head over. Emilia doesn't want me to leave, so I sit at this stranger's (very small) house with 20 small children, including my cranky 2-year old. I'm not a small children type of girl. After an hour and a half with 20 of them I was ready to burst. We high-tailed it out of there and arrived home just as Steve did. We had frozen pizza, leftovers and donuts for dinner that night.
Saturday started out good. I went garage sale-ing in the morning. I got a table for 3 bucks and some tools for my dad before Steve called saying Cecily had been crying for an hour because she wouldn't take her bottle. I got home as quick as I could and fed her. After everyone had calmed down, we gave the girls baths and then Steve worked on the yard while I cleaned the Chrysler. The people who put the terrace in on the west side of our house put a sprinkler system in there, laid a thick black tarp on top of the pipes, then covered that with 6 inches of dirt and then left it for the weeds to grow. No flowers, no grass, just dirt that gets watered with the lawn. Before I knew the tarp was there, I decided it would be a great place for a garden. Steve spent a good two hours digging that stupid thing out. Such a good man I have.
Here's where our Saturday misadventure begins. We've been wanting to go to a place called Payson Lake all summer, but it's never worked out. We had time Saturday afternoon, so we decided to go. Steve remembered it fondly from going in his childhood and I had never been there, but thought an outdoor adventure on what might be our last nice Saturday of the year, would be a great use of our afternoon. After Bubs and Cecily woke up from their naps, we loaded into the car, determined to pick up some KFC on our way. We had to get off the freeway to go to the one KFC between here and Payson, which was fine, but then we're driving and talking and all of a sudden I realize that Steve is driving past the Payson exit.
"Steve, aren't you supposed to take that exit?"
"No."
"But that's the second Payson exit."
"Nope."
"Yes, it is! This is the second Payson exit."
"Is it?"
"Yes!"
So we drive the four miles to the next exit, turn around and come back.
"Mom, why are we driving by those buildings again?"
"Nevermind, Emilia. We just went too far."
We get to the entrance to the canyon and the girls are excited because they see cows and horses along the road. The road is really windy (curvy), though and I start to feel a little carsick. Nothing too bad, just enough to make me a little cranky. As we get close, we start seeing snow on the ground. "Uhh, I'm not sure we're dressed for this." We finally arrive at our destination and the thermometer on our fancy new car says it's 47 degrees outside.
We all pile out of the car and put our jackets on, grab our food and head over to the picnic area only to find that all the tables have about 4 inches of snow on them. We end up putting a blanket down on some bricks used for a retaining wall because it's the only place that's not wet. The whole time we're eating: "I'm cold. It's cold, Mom. I want to sit in the car. Can we sit in the car? I'm cold. My blanket is falling down!!! I'm COLD!!" Then Cecily (who, by the way, we forgot about when packing jackets and is dressed in short sleeves and pants) decides she's hungry, so Steve takes the girls to skip rocks on the lake while I feed Cecily in the car. As she finishes and I get out of the car to get the stroller, so we can go on this scenic walk around the lake Steve was telling us about, I see Mira trip and sit down in the mud by the water. She's wearing khaki pants. But I don't know when to give up, so I determinedly get the stroller out, bundle Cecily in a blanket and load up Mira, who also gets wrapped in a blanket. But Mira doesn't simply sit. No, Mira, bops and swerves, making the blanket fall, which not only deserves a screaming fit that the blanket is falling, but also makes the blanket all muddy because I roll over it with the stroller.
We make it about 1/2 way around the lake and decide to turn around because the sun is going to set soon and it's going to get even colder. We go back over a bridge that crosses the stream that feeds the lake and Emilia decides she wants to get a closer look at the stream. We all get out of the stroller and go down. But when we're leaving, Emilia is in a hurry for the first time today, runs, and slips on the mud. Now she's got mud on her knees and elbows. If you know Emilia, you will know how *not* okay this is. She's whimpering and walking like she's broken her knees, so we take Cecily out and let Emilia ride in the stroller. At the car (which I've just cleaned, if you recall) I decided everyone has to take their shoes off, but Mira wants none of it, so she climbs up where I was going to have her sit. After wiping the mud off, I convince her to sit, get her shoes off, then Emilia's. I put the shoes in the back on an already muddy blanket, just in time for Steve to close the hatch on my head."I'm so sorry! I thought you were clear." Oy. As we're driving down the mountain, Emilia says, "Tonight is the worst day ever." You may be right Emilia. You may be right.
Sunday morning, I'm not feeling so hot, so I stay in bed until 9:15, not sure I'm going to go to church with the rest of the family at 11. But I help get the other girls dressed, and Steve gets his chorister stuff done and food packed by 10:15. There's plenty of time before church! We might even get there on time this week! So I decided I should shower and get ready. 45 minutes is plenty of time.
Mira comes into the bathroom with me begging for a Starburst. I tell her no, which elicits a tantrum.
I figure she's just hungry, so I say, "Are you hungry? Do you want some bread?"
Whine-y "Ye-e-es."
"Okay, go tell Daddy, 'Can I have some bread, please?'"
She heads out and I hear her talking to her daddy. As I'm ready to step into the shower, I hear Steve yell, "Don't spit it out!"
We ran out of bread from the store, so I made some Friday night. Mira's never had homemade bread, so she wasn't ready for the texture of it. I run out in my bathrobe to see that she gagged on it and threw it up all over her church clothes.
We didn't make it to church on time.
Our misadventures don't begin until Friday afternoon. The rest of the week was pretty boring. On Monday for family night Steve talked to the girls about service and how we feel good when we give service to others. I don't think it sunk in, but it was certainly worth the effort to talk about it. Some day I'm sure it will click. Wednesday, I volunteered in Emilia's classroom. I respect those moms out there who do it out of the kindness of their hearts. If I wasn't getting hours toward renewing my teaching license, I'm not sure I would have given it a second thought.
Thursday, when I went to pick up Emilia from school, the first thing she yells is, "I got invited to Lily's birthday party!" "How fun!" I responded. As we're walking to the car, I find out that the whole class got invited to Lily's birthday party. And I'm thinking, "Wow, that's a brave mom." I ask where the invitation is so we know when and where the party are, but now we're in the car and she's not sure she put it in her backpack. "Do you remember when the party is?" I ask. "I think it's tomorrow," she tells me--very sad that she might miss the party because she doesn't know where the invitation is. I tell her not to worry. Nobody sends home an invitation for a birthday party the day before the party. Except Lily's mom, apparently. Because the next day she brings home the invitation and the party is an hour from now. Oh great. Luckily I have some extra gifts that I keep sitting around for situations like these. I throw it in a gift bag, gather up the other girls and head over. Emilia doesn't want me to leave, so I sit at this stranger's (very small) house with 20 small children, including my cranky 2-year old. I'm not a small children type of girl. After an hour and a half with 20 of them I was ready to burst. We high-tailed it out of there and arrived home just as Steve did. We had frozen pizza, leftovers and donuts for dinner that night.
Saturday started out good. I went garage sale-ing in the morning. I got a table for 3 bucks and some tools for my dad before Steve called saying Cecily had been crying for an hour because she wouldn't take her bottle. I got home as quick as I could and fed her. After everyone had calmed down, we gave the girls baths and then Steve worked on the yard while I cleaned the Chrysler. The people who put the terrace in on the west side of our house put a sprinkler system in there, laid a thick black tarp on top of the pipes, then covered that with 6 inches of dirt and then left it for the weeds to grow. No flowers, no grass, just dirt that gets watered with the lawn. Before I knew the tarp was there, I decided it would be a great place for a garden. Steve spent a good two hours digging that stupid thing out. Such a good man I have.
Here's where our Saturday misadventure begins. We've been wanting to go to a place called Payson Lake all summer, but it's never worked out. We had time Saturday afternoon, so we decided to go. Steve remembered it fondly from going in his childhood and I had never been there, but thought an outdoor adventure on what might be our last nice Saturday of the year, would be a great use of our afternoon. After Bubs and Cecily woke up from their naps, we loaded into the car, determined to pick up some KFC on our way. We had to get off the freeway to go to the one KFC between here and Payson, which was fine, but then we're driving and talking and all of a sudden I realize that Steve is driving past the Payson exit.
"Steve, aren't you supposed to take that exit?"
"No."
"But that's the second Payson exit."
"Nope."
"Yes, it is! This is the second Payson exit."
"Is it?"
"Yes!"
So we drive the four miles to the next exit, turn around and come back.
"Mom, why are we driving by those buildings again?"
"Nevermind, Emilia. We just went too far."
We get to the entrance to the canyon and the girls are excited because they see cows and horses along the road. The road is really windy (curvy), though and I start to feel a little carsick. Nothing too bad, just enough to make me a little cranky. As we get close, we start seeing snow on the ground. "Uhh, I'm not sure we're dressed for this." We finally arrive at our destination and the thermometer on our fancy new car says it's 47 degrees outside.
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| Emilia showing off the snow |
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| Here's all of us putting on a good face. You can kind of see the lake behind us. It was pretty, even if it was cold. |
We make it about 1/2 way around the lake and decide to turn around because the sun is going to set soon and it's going to get even colder. We go back over a bridge that crosses the stream that feeds the lake and Emilia decides she wants to get a closer look at the stream. We all get out of the stroller and go down. But when we're leaving, Emilia is in a hurry for the first time today, runs, and slips on the mud. Now she's got mud on her knees and elbows. If you know Emilia, you will know how *not* okay this is. She's whimpering and walking like she's broken her knees, so we take Cecily out and let Emilia ride in the stroller. At the car (which I've just cleaned, if you recall) I decided everyone has to take their shoes off, but Mira wants none of it, so she climbs up where I was going to have her sit. After wiping the mud off, I convince her to sit, get her shoes off, then Emilia's. I put the shoes in the back on an already muddy blanket, just in time for Steve to close the hatch on my head."I'm so sorry! I thought you were clear." Oy. As we're driving down the mountain, Emilia says, "Tonight is the worst day ever." You may be right Emilia. You may be right.
Sunday morning, I'm not feeling so hot, so I stay in bed until 9:15, not sure I'm going to go to church with the rest of the family at 11. But I help get the other girls dressed, and Steve gets his chorister stuff done and food packed by 10:15. There's plenty of time before church! We might even get there on time this week! So I decided I should shower and get ready. 45 minutes is plenty of time.
Mira comes into the bathroom with me begging for a Starburst. I tell her no, which elicits a tantrum.
I figure she's just hungry, so I say, "Are you hungry? Do you want some bread?"
Whine-y "Ye-e-es."
"Okay, go tell Daddy, 'Can I have some bread, please?'"
She heads out and I hear her talking to her daddy. As I'm ready to step into the shower, I hear Steve yell, "Don't spit it out!"
We ran out of bread from the store, so I made some Friday night. Mira's never had homemade bread, so she wasn't ready for the texture of it. I run out in my bathrobe to see that she gagged on it and threw it up all over her church clothes.
We didn't make it to church on time.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Cecily is 3 months (well, almost 4) and other news...
Cecily will turn 4 months tomorrow, but I only got around to taking 3 month pictures of her the week before last. I guess she was 3 1/2 months at that point. Today I had a few moments of freedom to finish processing them, so I'll share them with you.
All of my kids have expressive faces. But for some reason, Cecily just cracks me up with her expressions. Maybe because she is so young still. Sometimes she looks so wise. And then her face will light up with a smile and your heart will melt. I adore this kid.
As for this week's news, we had a decent week until yesterday. I may even call it a good week. :)
Monday was berry picking. Not too much during the middle. Friday, Steve's work had an "End of Summer Bash," which was geared a lot toward the kids. It was lovely. The girls got their faces painted and got balloon animals.
I was enthralled with her face-painting technique. They turned out so cool! And it only took her maybe three minutes to finish Emilia's and under 2 to finish Bubs. And that's only because she wouldn't sit still. I convinced Emilia to be a kitty for Halloween so I can try it myself. :D
They also had bounce houses for the kids, a company volleyball tournament (which Steve entered, but lost), a pie-eating and a watermelon-eating contest, and some giveaways. I was (and always am) impressed. They know how to have fun over there at InsideSales.com.
Saturday went pretty well until we were all cranky for dinner and decided to go out. Our battery on our new vehicle was dead and even after we jumped it, it continued to have issues. It's at the shop now to be looked at tomorrow. Hopefully it won't be an expensive fix. But if it is, we'll be okay. Heavenly Father blessed us with Steve's raise last month, so we can afford to fix our car if we need to. He watches out for us and I feel blessed.
As always, we went to Nick and Wilda's for dinner. Which was another blessing. It's so wonderful to not have to worry about dinner on Sundays! And to have the kids know their grandparents is just as important. We love having family close by.
All of my kids have expressive faces. But for some reason, Cecily just cracks me up with her expressions. Maybe because she is so young still. Sometimes she looks so wise. And then her face will light up with a smile and your heart will melt. I adore this kid.
This picture cracks me up. Only the Richaus will get this, but I picture her saying, "Boom-bang-garuk!" Doesn't it look like the Grandpa fist? But in reality she would never be that upset. She's just trying really hard to get that fist in her mouth.
As for this week's news, we had a decent week until yesterday. I may even call it a good week. :)
Monday was berry picking. Not too much during the middle. Friday, Steve's work had an "End of Summer Bash," which was geared a lot toward the kids. It was lovely. The girls got their faces painted and got balloon animals.
They also had bounce houses for the kids, a company volleyball tournament (which Steve entered, but lost), a pie-eating and a watermelon-eating contest, and some giveaways. I was (and always am) impressed. They know how to have fun over there at InsideSales.com.
Saturday went pretty well until we were all cranky for dinner and decided to go out. Our battery on our new vehicle was dead and even after we jumped it, it continued to have issues. It's at the shop now to be looked at tomorrow. Hopefully it won't be an expensive fix. But if it is, we'll be okay. Heavenly Father blessed us with Steve's raise last month, so we can afford to fix our car if we need to. He watches out for us and I feel blessed.
As always, we went to Nick and Wilda's for dinner. Which was another blessing. It's so wonderful to not have to worry about dinner on Sundays! And to have the kids know their grandparents is just as important. We love having family close by.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Berry picking
It was a beautful night for it too. Overcast, but not too humid. We'll definitely be making this a tradition. Sent from Yahoo! Mail on Android |
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Mira
never stays covered at night and she is constantly waking up during the
night. So the other night I decided to test the theory that she might be
waking up because she's cold. I snuck into her room after she fell
asleep and put socks on her. (She still woke up during the night, but)
when she got up in the morning, I heard her exclaim to Emilia, "Socks,
Yaya! I socks!" Like she had magically gotten socks during the night as a
present. (7/28/13)
Steve is the Primary chorister (he teaches the music to the kids at church) and today he made up this game where he put the wrong words into songs the kids know and they had to "fix" them. One of the songs goes, "I'm all made of hinges so everything bends..." which he changed to say, "I'm all made of Jello so everything flops." Emilia thought this was hilarious and therefore decided to start making her own substitutions. My favorite? (Don't anyone tell her, though!) "I'm all made of bums, so everything poops." Silly girl. (6/30/13)
On our way home from family dinner last night we played a simple version of 20 questions with the girls. When we got near home, Emilia says out of nowhere, "If Cecily was playing this game, she would think of things like sleep and milk and stuff." Maybe that's only funny to me, but I laughed out loud. I would never have thought of that, but she's probably right! (6/24/13)
Mira, angry that Daddy has just taken her binkie away, grabs his hand, looks at him sternly, and says, "Daddy, yissen! (listen) I need!" (5/11/13)
Emilia, startled by Grandma Watts coming through a door she was sitting by says, "Grandma, you scared the sunblock right off me!" (5/11/13)
I'm pretty sure Mira is a Hobbit. She is so much easier to deal with if she has breakfast when she wakes up, second breakfast when Emilia wakes up, a large elevensies, and a light lunch. She is also short and a good napper. She must have missed the hairy feet gene, though. Her feet are definitely cute and bald. (5/1/13)
Mira is at that age where being naked is one of the best things in life. I was getting her undressed just now so we could put on PJs, and as soon as all her clothes were off, she says, "I naked!" Then she throws her arms in the air and exuberantly yells, "Surprise!" (4/18/13)
Emilia only had biscuits and grapes for lunch, so I told her if she gets hungry she has to have some protein before she can have a snack. A few minutes later, she comes to me and says, "I know this good food stuff is important to you and daddy, but for me, *snacks* are important." (4/15/13)
I'm in my room working on writing and through the door I can hear my exuberant 2-year-old yelling things like, "Yay, Daddy!" "Jammies!" "Naked! I naked!" and "Soggy all gone!" I'm so in love with that girl! Her cute little voice and new verbal skills are an irresistible combination. (4/10/13)
Mira and Emilia both had total meltdowns before church on Sunday. On the way there Steve says to me, "Why can't they just figure out that when they are happy, we are happy--that if they are nice to us, it is much easier for us to be nice to them?" Before I could answer, I hear Mira from the back seat start giggling and say, "Silly Daddy!" (3/19/13)
Steve is the Primary chorister (he teaches the music to the kids at church) and today he made up this game where he put the wrong words into songs the kids know and they had to "fix" them. One of the songs goes, "I'm all made of hinges so everything bends..." which he changed to say, "I'm all made of Jello so everything flops." Emilia thought this was hilarious and therefore decided to start making her own substitutions. My favorite? (Don't anyone tell her, though!) "I'm all made of bums, so everything poops." Silly girl. (6/30/13)
On our way home from family dinner last night we played a simple version of 20 questions with the girls. When we got near home, Emilia says out of nowhere, "If Cecily was playing this game, she would think of things like sleep and milk and stuff." Maybe that's only funny to me, but I laughed out loud. I would never have thought of that, but she's probably right! (6/24/13)
Mira, angry that Daddy has just taken her binkie away, grabs his hand, looks at him sternly, and says, "Daddy, yissen! (listen) I need!" (5/11/13)
Emilia, startled by Grandma Watts coming through a door she was sitting by says, "Grandma, you scared the sunblock right off me!" (5/11/13)
I'm pretty sure Mira is a Hobbit. She is so much easier to deal with if she has breakfast when she wakes up, second breakfast when Emilia wakes up, a large elevensies, and a light lunch. She is also short and a good napper. She must have missed the hairy feet gene, though. Her feet are definitely cute and bald. (5/1/13)
Mira is at that age where being naked is one of the best things in life. I was getting her undressed just now so we could put on PJs, and as soon as all her clothes were off, she says, "I naked!" Then she throws her arms in the air and exuberantly yells, "Surprise!" (4/18/13)
Emilia only had biscuits and grapes for lunch, so I told her if she gets hungry she has to have some protein before she can have a snack. A few minutes later, she comes to me and says, "I know this good food stuff is important to you and daddy, but for me, *snacks* are important." (4/15/13)
I'm in my room working on writing and through the door I can hear my exuberant 2-year-old yelling things like, "Yay, Daddy!" "Jammies!" "Naked! I naked!" and "Soggy all gone!" I'm so in love with that girl! Her cute little voice and new verbal skills are an irresistible combination. (4/10/13)
Mira and Emilia both had total meltdowns before church on Sunday. On the way there Steve says to me, "Why can't they just figure out that when they are happy, we are happy--that if they are nice to us, it is much easier for us to be nice to them?" Before I could answer, I hear Mira from the back seat start giggling and say, "Silly Daddy!" (3/19/13)
Monday, September 16, 2013
I called it
In my last post I said I was going to need a new laptop really soon. Well, I called it. Here I am typing this on my brand-spanking-new laptop. (What does that saying mean, anyway?) I didn't post last week because Steve was running a disk check on my old laptop, which told him I had 25 gigs of bad sectors. Plus the case was cracked, the left click key and space bar were sticking so bad I had to hit them three or four times before they would work, and it randomly locked up at least once a week. So now I have a pretty, new Asus 15 inch. Nice.
I can honestly only think of one thing we did this week worth mentioning. (Having Emilia in Kindergarten from 12:05 to 2:45 makes leaving the house an interesting timing issue.) Last night we went up Hobble Creek Canyon as a family. It's the canyon here in Springville. We tried going up there last month and it was a dismal failure, but last night went really well.
Last month, we got up there and realized Bubs had filled her diaper and we forgot the diaper bag. That wasn't enough to turn us around though. Oh no. We had to go check out the river, which Steve decided it would be fun to cross with the two older girls, then step into the water without watching Mira. She proceeded to follow him. And then fall over. Into the mountain run-off water. At dusk. In a poopy diaper. I'm on the other side of the "river" (stream really), holding Cecily, so I can't go help. We have to get her sopping self, Emilia, who is now freaking out about falling into the river, and Steve across, and then all five of us up the 6 foot, steep embankment. Oy.
But last night, we went to a different area where they had an AMAZING Pooh sticks bridge. We love us some Pooh sticks in this family. We also explored and swung on the swings for a minute. I found the coolest looking leaf I've ever seen--it was irridescent! And the moon was out. And the girls were in a good mood. It was a great family nature outing. Success!
Also mentionable for the week: I went garage saling Saturday morning with my mom at the Eagle Mountian city-wide garage sale. Most of the sales were rather disappointing (having grown up in ND where they really know how to do garage sales), but I got a few good deals, so I was happy. Monday for family night we played Star Wars: Escape from the Death Star Game. I love that Emilia is excited to play Star Wars games with us.
I've been working on an art project that I'll post about when I have it done.
News for last week: Steve got his tablet back! Someone turned it in. The store called us on Labor Day and said it showed up on their customer service counter. We went and got it on the way to my parents' house. Hooray!
The girls had dentist appointments. I never had a problem with dentists growing up, but I think Mira might. She was terrified by them putting stuff in her mouth. She looked really cute, though.
She is wearing sunglasses because I take them to a pediatric dentist's office and they have TVs on the ceiling so the kids can watch a movie while their teeth are being worked on. Why do kids get all the cool stuff? ;)
That's it for updates. But her are a few more pictures. Emilia has this amazing sense of fashion sometimes. She came out wearing wearing this outfit the other day. I was jealous I would never think to put that together, but she looked like she could be in a high fashion magazine. :)
There were fires west of Salt Lake a few weeks ago. When we went to visit my mom one day, I clicked a few pictures of the cool clouds the smoke was making. In the second one, you can see the red dot that was the sun.
I better get to bed. I stay up too late.
I can honestly only think of one thing we did this week worth mentioning. (Having Emilia in Kindergarten from 12:05 to 2:45 makes leaving the house an interesting timing issue.) Last night we went up Hobble Creek Canyon as a family. It's the canyon here in Springville. We tried going up there last month and it was a dismal failure, but last night went really well.
Last month, we got up there and realized Bubs had filled her diaper and we forgot the diaper bag. That wasn't enough to turn us around though. Oh no. We had to go check out the river, which Steve decided it would be fun to cross with the two older girls, then step into the water without watching Mira. She proceeded to follow him. And then fall over. Into the mountain run-off water. At dusk. In a poopy diaper. I'm on the other side of the "river" (stream really), holding Cecily, so I can't go help. We have to get her sopping self, Emilia, who is now freaking out about falling into the river, and Steve across, and then all five of us up the 6 foot, steep embankment. Oy.
But last night, we went to a different area where they had an AMAZING Pooh sticks bridge. We love us some Pooh sticks in this family. We also explored and swung on the swings for a minute. I found the coolest looking leaf I've ever seen--it was irridescent! And the moon was out. And the girls were in a good mood. It was a great family nature outing. Success!
I've been working on an art project that I'll post about when I have it done.
News for last week: Steve got his tablet back! Someone turned it in. The store called us on Labor Day and said it showed up on their customer service counter. We went and got it on the way to my parents' house. Hooray!
The girls had dentist appointments. I never had a problem with dentists growing up, but I think Mira might. She was terrified by them putting stuff in her mouth. She looked really cute, though.
That's it for updates. But her are a few more pictures. Emilia has this amazing sense of fashion sometimes. She came out wearing wearing this outfit the other day. I was jealous I would never think to put that together, but she looked like she could be in a high fashion magazine. :)
There were fires west of Salt Lake a few weeks ago. When we went to visit my mom one day, I clicked a few pictures of the cool clouds the smoke was making. In the second one, you can see the red dot that was the sun.
Monday, September 2, 2013
Our week
Sheesh. Last Monday seems like a long time ago. It wasn't a very exciting week, except for Thursday when Emilia started Kindergarten.
Tuesday night I did my visiting teaching (an LDS thing) and Wednesday night Steve had a meeting for his calling. Thursday Emilia started school and Steve had game night (he plays role-playing games with a group of friends every other Thursday at our house). Friday we had a play date at the park before I took Emilia to school.
Steve was excited because BYU had it's first football game Saturday. His parents are camping, so we invited some friends to watch the game on their HD TV--only to find out that they didn't get the the channel it was on. He and his buddy consoled themselves by watching the George/Clemson game which turned out to be a really good game.
Unfortunately, Steve lost his tablet at the grocery store while getting food for the get together. He is looking at replacements as I write this. It wouldn't be so bad, but his desktop needs upgrading and my laptop needs replacing (very soon), so it's one more thing to sink some money into. He doesn't have a smart phone, so I feel like he deserves his tablet. :)
Sunday nights we usually go to the Watts' for dinner, but since they were out of town, I thought we would be having leftovers. Luckily for us, our neighbors decided to fire up their brick oven and cook pizzas. They invited three of us neighbors and I brought some watermelon, and brownies that Emilia and I cooked on a whim. We ended up with a very tasty evening meal and good company. Steve even convinced one of the neighbors without small children to come over and play Dominion after the girls were in bed. What a great way to spend a Sunday evening!
One cute anecdote for the week. When I picked up Emilia from school on Friday, I asked what she had learned about. She says, "Let me start with recess." Haha! I thought it was humorous, but then she proceeded to tell me that she and her new friend Alexia were playing and they got into an argument over what their "names" were going to be. Alexia said she was never going to play with Emilia again. Emilia started crying and went and stood by the teacher. But later when they were doing small group stuff, she says they said sorry and made up.
I was impressed that they were able to do that. I asked her what she learned and she says, "Alexia learned not to say she will never play with someone again." I told her that was a good thing to learn, but it didn't tell me what she learned. She had to think for a while on that one, but then said something to the effect that she shouldn't try to force people to have a certain name when they are playing.
Only two days at Kindergarten and already she has learned some life lessons. My baby is growing up!
And some random pictures of my cuties. :)
Tuesday night I did my visiting teaching (an LDS thing) and Wednesday night Steve had a meeting for his calling. Thursday Emilia started school and Steve had game night (he plays role-playing games with a group of friends every other Thursday at our house). Friday we had a play date at the park before I took Emilia to school.
Steve was excited because BYU had it's first football game Saturday. His parents are camping, so we invited some friends to watch the game on their HD TV--only to find out that they didn't get the the channel it was on. He and his buddy consoled themselves by watching the George/Clemson game which turned out to be a really good game.
Unfortunately, Steve lost his tablet at the grocery store while getting food for the get together. He is looking at replacements as I write this. It wouldn't be so bad, but his desktop needs upgrading and my laptop needs replacing (very soon), so it's one more thing to sink some money into. He doesn't have a smart phone, so I feel like he deserves his tablet. :)
Sunday nights we usually go to the Watts' for dinner, but since they were out of town, I thought we would be having leftovers. Luckily for us, our neighbors decided to fire up their brick oven and cook pizzas. They invited three of us neighbors and I brought some watermelon, and brownies that Emilia and I cooked on a whim. We ended up with a very tasty evening meal and good company. Steve even convinced one of the neighbors without small children to come over and play Dominion after the girls were in bed. What a great way to spend a Sunday evening!
One cute anecdote for the week. When I picked up Emilia from school on Friday, I asked what she had learned about. She says, "Let me start with recess." Haha! I thought it was humorous, but then she proceeded to tell me that she and her new friend Alexia were playing and they got into an argument over what their "names" were going to be. Alexia said she was never going to play with Emilia again. Emilia started crying and went and stood by the teacher. But later when they were doing small group stuff, she says they said sorry and made up.
I was impressed that they were able to do that. I asked her what she learned and she says, "Alexia learned not to say she will never play with someone again." I told her that was a good thing to learn, but it didn't tell me what she learned. She had to think for a while on that one, but then said something to the effect that she shouldn't try to force people to have a certain name when they are playing.
Only two days at Kindergarten and already she has learned some life lessons. My baby is growing up!
And some random pictures of my cuties. :)
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