Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Santa Conversation

My three older kids came to me the other morning. And this is what they said:

5-yr old son: (giggling) I know that Santa's not re-eal.

Me: How do you know that? (wanting to see where the little boy was heading with his declaration)

Son: Cause Dad told me.

Dad: (shakes head in complete denial)

7-yr old daughter: Well, I know that he was real but then he died. And now other people pretend to be Santa so we can get toys and you are the elves.

almost 9-yr old daughter: (talking over her sister) Mo-om. You told us! Not Dad!

Son: (still giggling) Mom! YOU'RE Santa! (giggles more and more and more)

The kids then walked off talking about what Mom and Dad could possibly have gotten them for Christmas.


A mere two hours later the following conversation occurred...

7 yr daughter: (said in complete horror!) Mom, how is Santa going to bring us presents since we don't have a chimney?

Son: (totally concerned) Oh no! We're not going to get presents!
7-yr daughter: I know! We'll leave the back door unlocked for him.

Then they both sigh in relief.

And I am left wondering...Didn't you both just decide that I am Santa? Why would I need a chimney or an unlocked door? I live here! Silly Kids!!

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Nursery

Did you know that Nursery has a brand-new manual???


It just came out this summer. I received one of the new manuals on Sunday after I was called to work in the nursery. I put it on my piano when I got home from church where it stayed until tonight. I've been reading through the introduction and have to tell you...I.AM.BLOWN.AWAY!! It is completely geared toward little ones!

I know, I know. The old one was geared toward little ones too, but not like this. The new manual spells out everything a nursery worker needs to know about little ones. For example: Remember the nursery worker who insisted that the little ones all sit in their chairs and listen intently to her lesson. Well, the new manual expressly points out that some children will not want to sit and to not force them. I know that sounds pretty common sense, but lets face it...not every person had common sense when it comes to little ones. I'm even guilty of it! There are times with my own baby boy that I forget that he is just a little one and still learning.

They even include a list of potential problems and possible solutions. I love it!!! It is completely geared toward making the child comfortable in nursery. And the Lessons! The Lessons!!! They are so perfect! I am so excited to be in Nursery! And after reading the manual, I'm actually a little disappointed that I'll only be in there for an hour each week. Crazy!! Haha! :)

Kidnapped

Prominent on the news is the story of a girl who was kidnapped last week. All over Wal-Mart are pictures of children who have been kidnapped. Never, in all my history lessons, do I remember a time when children were stolen from their families, except for the Pied Piper. Do You??

They say that history repeats itself. Many theorists think that the United States, like great empires of old, is on its way down. That we, as the Romans, the Greeks, and countless others, are getting close to a great fall. And I wonder, watching the evils on the news, whether the theorists are right because many of the atrocities that proceeded the demise of other societies are now occurring in our own society.

But as I continue watching the news, I see that the problems are not just with us. The evil has seeped into every nation, every country, every society. Little by little it has come. But now it is coming in stronger and stronger waves. And I wonder, how long will the good hold out? How long will hope remain?

And it reminds me of a song from "Man of La Mancha".

To dream the impossible dream, to fight the unbeatable foe,
To bear with unbearable sorrow, to run where the brave dare not go.
To right the unrightable wrong, to love pure and chaste from afar,
To try when your arms are too weary, to reach the unreachable star!
This is my quest, to follow that star,
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far;
To fight for the right without question or pause,
To be willing to march into hell for a heavenly case!
And I know, if I'll only be true to this glorious quest,
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I'm laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this;
That one man scorned and covered with scars,
Still strove with his last ounce of courage,
To reach the unreachable stars.

I know that there's a lot of bad in the world. But I also know that if we keep fighting for the good that in the end, all will be right.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Three Reports...

My reports from the last week...

1. Pigeon Battle Report: The pigeons sneakily returned to our front porch. The silly things thought they could hide out on the other post and I wouldn't notice them. They even hid on the side of the post that you can't see from the driveway and is partially hidden by a tall tree. Sorry little pigeons. You are smart, but I am a little smarter. Maybe... The pigeons didn't return until nighttime. I called for my son to help me get rid of them. His job is to turn on the water while I aim the firehose nozzle at the pigeons. It was dark, but I had the porch light on so I could see to aim. I should mention, at this point, that I don't think pigeons can see very well in the dark. As soon as the water hit the pigeons, those birds scrambled to get of the post. It being dark and them not being able to see very well, they bomb-dived off the post and directly toward my HEAD!!! Aaaah!! I dove to the ground, backwards, to avoid the assault. The pigeons missed me and flew off to a neighbors and my son burst into laughter. Thanks for the concern buddy! ;)

2. Church Report: Hubby and I are in our the ward choir. Sunday we had our Christmas program. It was so much fun! My parents and two sisters came to town to visit and they sat with our kids during the program. Oh! And I played the piano for Sacrament--as a sub. I really love music. Singing, playing the piano, or any other instrument. I'm so grateful that my hubby and kids share that trait. :) Also, on Sunday we were sustained in Church callings. Hubby will be a Ward Missionary. I will be the Ward Bulletin person and a Nursery Worker for one hour. I have to admit, nursery was not a top-choice for me. I've worked in primary for so many years and nursery is often a sure-fire way of being exiled in a ward. Seriously! It all depends on the primary presidency and Bishopric. Fortuantely for me, ours are Great!! And their are four ladies who work the nursery in teams of two. Each team covers one hour and they switch the hours each week. So one week my partner and I will cover first hour of nursery, then go to Relief Society while the other team covers the second hour of nursery. The following week, we'll switch and I'll get to attend Sunday School. Hooray!!!

I'm really glad that I'll be able to attend Sunday School and Relief Society. Here's a funny story...Back when I was Primary President and had been in primary, in one calling or another, for many years, I was preparing a sharing time lesson. I was trying to teach a very basic gospel principle. As I was getting my stuff together, I completely could NOT remember what my scriptural basis was or if there was one for that matter. I asked Hubby if what I was teaching was actual gospel or just something I had made up. He laughed and told me which scripture confirmed the principle and assured me that I wasn't just making stuff up. Ey-yi-yi!

Anyways, I'm glad that I'll be in nursery. I've subbed in there once and met several of the little ones. They are darling kiddos. I've already started thinking about different activities that I can do with the little ones. After all, hanging out with a bunch of toddlers every Sunday is sure to be a Blast!! :)

3. House Report: I really like this house! It's not my favorite style. My favorite style is a Ranch House. But it is four bedroom, two bath, and has a nice big kitchen and a space for a dining room and family room. Hooray! We finally got all of the couches we ordered. They are nice big fluffy couches. So comfortable! And anyone who knows me knows that I'm all about being comfortable. Haha! Now I just have to figure out what color to paint my living/family room and kitchen and dining areas. I want to paint them a really rich and bold color, but it can't be too dark. I want something light and airy too. Ummm. I think those are contradictory statements. Oh well. I'll just keep looking. A wonderful gal in my ward lent me her True Value Color Collection. It has every color that True Value makes. The collection makes it much easier to pick a color, because I can see right off the bat if it will clash with the pink tile in my house. That's right...I said PINK Tile! Ugh!!! But I'm too cheap and too lazy to pull it out. I'm just working on loving it. Haha!! It actually is growing on me. Anyhoo, if you have any suggestions on colors to paint either room, please let me know.

And that is the end of my reports.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Volume Control

My baby loves to "drive" my van. He finds great pleasure in steering and playing with the various dials, pedals, and controls. We started our move to a new city on Halloween. While I was busy loading the van, I let my sweet BabyCakes drive. Driving kept him happy and content and out of my way.

(This picture is from when we were stuck on the Beeline for three hours. But that is another story...)


I didn't notice until much, much later that the volume control knob was missing. Sad part is that while I was loading the van I found the knob...I just didn't know what it was. I thought Hubby would know. So, not wanting to lose it, I stuck it somewhere safe and out of the way. Well, after a night of trick or treating followed by a hectic day of moving the rest of the way to our new home, I have no idea where that little knob is!




I thought it would turn up after we unloaded and unpacked everything. No such luck. I'm assuming it got thrown away with Halloween candy wrappers. We've just dealt with it. Until this week. I was out on errands with all the kids and saw a GM parts store. I pulled in and we all went inside to see if they had a knob. I was informed that they had sold the last knob the day before, but were expecting more knobs tomorrow. The parts man printed off the part number for me, which also included the price. $15.98 for a little knob! $17.32 with tax!!

Sheesh! I thought it would only be a few dollars. Expensive little knob! When Hubby returned home that night, he suggested I search online for a cheaper part. I tried. The GMC site did not pull up my part number. I was told that it didn't exist. Humph! I found another GM part site. They had it listed for $6.04. YES! I knew it should only cost a few dollars. That dumb GM parts store, trying to stick it to me! Making me pay almost three times the amount it's worth! Well, I showed them! I found the part for only six dollars and four cents. Ha!

Then I clicked buy it. Then the shipping and handling was added. Then the price went from $6.04 to $18.99, with a note that said "7-10 days, M-F, before orders ship. Special order parts (which mine was according to their site) may exceed estimated shipping time." WHAT?!?! So I end up paying MORE?!?!?! AND you're not going to even ship it until basically two weeks from today?!?!

Next morning, I loaded my kids in the van and we drove back to the GM parts store. And I got my part for $17.32 and they handed it to me the second I paid. Sorry I spoke badly of you GM parts store. You are really very nice and not trying to cheat me at all. Thank you for my little knob. It makes changing the volume much easier.




Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Garage Bee-U-tified!

My children have three weeks off from school for the winter holidays. I am super excited! We have a long list of things to do. One of the top things my kids wanted to do...Paint a room in our new house. Say what?!?!

I painted the hall bathroom and didn't let the kids help at all. (i will post pictures of the bathroom later) Mainly because they were at school and it's a bathroom so we don't all fit. Ever since then, they have been begging to paint a room too. I decided the garage would be the best place for my kids to practice their painting skills. :)

Monday morning they woke up ready to work. They put on their "painting clothes" and thought we would immediately start. They were shocked when I told them that First we had to clear out the garage. They were good sports. Everyone pitched in to help. Even the Baby carried tools out of the garage. It was raining outside, so we put most of the stuff in our fourth bedroom. Chemicals and gasoline stayed in the garage. So did a beautiful new bookcase I just bought. It was too heavy for me and the kids to move. We just wrapped a blanket around it to avoid paint splatters.

An hour and a half later the kids were ready to start painting. They were shocked again when I informed them that we First had to prep the garage. What!!! They didn't know what to think at that point. I explained that the walls have to be wiped down, cobwebs cleared away, and dirt washed off, otherwise the paint won't stick properly. The explanation worked. They helped wash the walls while I removed nails and screws left by the previous occupants. We were done in under thirty minutes.

Again, they were super excited to start painting. Nope, I replied. First the holes where the nails and screws were have to be patched. That was too much for them. They decided they needed a break. So they went in to watch a movie while I patched the holes in the walls. That was really fine with me, since I'm the only one tall enough to reach the holes and I'm the only one I trust with a spackle knife and spackle. ;)

I got all the holes patched in twenty minutes. Then I joined them to watch the movie. Hey! I needed a break too!

By the time the movie ended the baby was ready for a nap. I put him down and told the kids they could paint. Such joy! Such happiness! Such excitement! It's a wonderful feeling knowing your kids are happy to do work. It took two days to paint the garage. The first day we painted the ceiling. We could have done the walls too, but the spackle needed to dry overnight. On the second day we finished up the ceiling and the walls. My children are such good workers!



Painting the ceiling





The kids also took turns distracting the baby. This was a great help, because, frankly, I am the best and quickest painter. ;)

Ummm. Who's distracting Who?





The Painted Garage



The Painted Garage...Different Angle


Yes, I know it looks like a powdery blue. I happen to Like Blue! It is one of the best colors ever. And if you disagree, you should never go outside again. Because all you'll see is this color blue. Haha! Seriously, don't worry about the color. I'm not done with the garage yet. I'll post pictures as I finish more. :)

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Play Me A Song Dear Piano Man!

I received an early Christmas Present last week. My Hubby arranged for my piano to get a tuning. Hooray! A previous Piano Man had told me years ago that my floorboards (?) would need to be replaced because they were so old and falling apart. The floorboards affected my pedals, rendering one of them useless. This Piano Man said he didn't know what the other guy was talking about. The pedals weren't working because the pegs had come loose. He popped them back in place in Five Seconds!!! Oh yeah!

He took great care with this old piano. It belonged to Hubby's Grandma previously. She gave it to Hubby before she died, but told him he couldn't actually take it until she had officially kicked it. Until then, he had to sing to her whenever she asked. Haha! It makes me think of the old saying, "Sing for your supper." Hubby sang for a piano. And I'm SO grateful to have it in my home. ;)


The Piano Man fixing and tuning our piano.




My boys were so excited to see the Piano Man take the piano apart. They watched almost every second of it. It really is a wonderful thing to see a piano's insides. Such a beautiful instrument!!

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Wolf Eyes




Eleven years after the wedding...

Four pregnancies, gaining fifty to sixty pounds each time.


Enough stretchmarks caused by the pregnancies to wrap around the moon twice.

Still have an extra twenty to thirty pounds to lose.

Wrinkles are forming and hair is turning from blonde to who-knows-what.Bum is sagging.

Upper arms flap when I wave "Hello!"







And my husband still looks at me like this:





That man is so good for my self-esteem!! Haha! ;)

Four children to wear me down each day and cause major bags under my eyes.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Exciting Afternoon

We had an exciting afternoon! At 12:20 pm there was a knock at my door. I have no family in town that would drop by. I wasn't expecting anyone. I figured it must be a neighbor or salesman. The boys and I raced to the door to greet our visitor. It was a flower delivery truck! A woman tried to hand me a floral centerpiece. I asked who the flowers were for? Did she have the right address?

SHE DID!! Someone sent me flowers. For a brief instant I thought maybe my Hubby had sent me flowers. It's not like him. The delivery woman quickly shot down that idea when she informed me that they were for Mr. & Mrs. Silly Sarah. I asked who they were from. She didn't know. She said the card would say. I HAVE A CARD TOO?!?!?! I was so excited!! I hurriedly signed for the flowers and brought them inside for a closer look.



Aren't they beautiful!!!




And here's what the card said:




Can you believe it? I CAN'T!! "W" has sent flowers before I've even had him in my home or cooked for him!! BEFORE! Aaaah!

A little background info: My Hubby invited two coworkers for dinner tonight. He recently purchased a new grill and has been itching to try it out. Actually, he got it on Black Friday at Walmart...smoking deal. He wanted to break it in, so invited W & Z over for hamburgers and all the fixins and sides he could think of. The Hubby bought all the groceries for the meal this morning and he was going to do all the cooking tonight. My only job was to make sure the kitchen stayed clean (he'd done the dishes last night) and to please pick up the front room. Whatever, I thought. That's an easy job. So I was kind of putting it off. When I got these flowers I went nuts!

I started deep-cleaning the kitchen. I plowed through the front room, put everything away, plus swept and vacuumed. Then I cleaned the hall bathroom, picked up the kids' rooms, cleaned the toy room, started laundry, and swept under our two kitchen tables.

I am not a diligent housecleaner. Not by any stretch of the imagination. But receiving flowers. Wow. Who knew that flowers could be such a motivator. Certainly not me...probably because I was never sent flowers before. My Hubby assures me that he has sent flowers to me at least once since we've been married. Umm. Hate to break it to you sweetie. But one set of flowers in eleven years...not exactly cutting it. Anyways, I always have a hard time getting motivated to do housework. Turns out all I need is some fresh flowers and a nice note. How simple is that!!!

After I got the house cleaned up, I remembered that Hubby had asked me to make a dessert. Yeah. Sorry Hubby, but I wasn't planning on doing that. I was just going to make your friends eat the vanilla ice cream that was left-over from root beer floats last week. But when I got the flowers I MADE BROWNIES. My preschool son was very excited by everything going on and had to take my picture. He is much shorter than me and the angle makes my head look too small for my body. Ignore the disproportions.





He also took a picture of himself, since he was helping make brownies and clean. Haha! He was only helping because I bribed him with a cookie. He didn't care about the flowers. But I cared enough for both of us. I like this picture because you can really see how beautiful his eyes are. Gorgeous Brown!


At 2:30 pm another knock on my door. I had no idea who it could be this time. I ran to the door. It was the girls! Home early from school. I still haven't gotten used to this whole Wednesday Early Dismissal thing. It completely messes with my brain! I wasn't expecting the girls until close to 4:00 pm. I showed them the flowers. I had also put a white table cloth and some Christmas salt and peper shakers on the table. The girls, being girls, truly appreciated the beauty. I milked it and got about 20 minutes of good work out of them. The house looked great. Everything was ready. I debated prepping the vegetable toppers for the hamburgers, but didn't have the space in the refrigerator.
Not wanting the house to get messed up, I opened up the garage and let the kids play out front. We had a blast. Until my now seven-year-old daughter crashed her bike trying to do tricks. Yikes! She skinned both elbows, one knee, and her chin. Her buddy down the street walked her home. Such a nice boy!




Poor little girl. Especially considering yesterday was her birthday. :(

She didn't need any stitches. Her chin looks bad, but it's not a deep cut. It's just a major abrasion. Funny thing is she was more worried about whether her friends would laugh at her tomorrow then whether her face would heal and quit hurting. It's not a vain thing. It's a friend thing. She's tried very hard to make friends this past month. And she doesn't want to lose her friends because she got hurt. I assured her that real friends wouldn't laugh at her and would still play with her. She's not sure her schoolmates are real friends yet. Cross your fingers that they are! We know for sure that the neighbor boy is true blue. Let's hope her schoolmates are too!

Pictures of the Birthday-Girl

Here are the pictures of my Birthday-girl, per the Grandma's request. :)


Anyone who knows, or has known, my sweet daughter knows that she does not stay still for long. She is active, active, active! There is always something to be done, something to explore, something to learn. I love that about her...except when I'm trying to take her picture. I figured I would just go with it this year. Here are the results:

Closed-Mouth Smile Showing off her Soccerball



Shoulders as Earrings, but nice smile



Are you talking to Me??? You wanna rumble?



Do you want to see my tonsils?

You don't want to see my tonsils! Ggrrr!


Great Smile with Head tilt. Oh well, I can always rotate and crop it. ;)

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Birthday

Today is my sweet Annes's birthday. She is officially Seven! Oh such heaven to be lucky seven. :)

We celebrated throughout the day. We started with her favorite foods for breakfast...Cream of Wheat and Egg Nog. Don't gag Lauren. My dear girl loves it. She was so excited because I had bought the Nog special for her. She felt so loved. :)

During breakfast she opened cards and presents. Money from the grandparents and a soccerball from us. She was super excited. She had asked "Santa" for a soccerball. I totally beat that old man to the punch. No fat old man is going to steal my thunder! Haha!

In the afternoon the boys and I took cupcakes to her class. Her classmates sang Happpy Birthday to her. So nice. When she got home from school I had a fruit platter with fresh pineapple, strawberries, apple slices, and grapes waiting. And some yummy (and expensive) Dannon yogurt. Her grin was so big! She was really feeling the love then.

After snacks, and a few minutes of cleaning, we headed to the park to test her new soccerball. The best part of the day was when, on arriving home and telling her that we were going to have pepperoni pizza for dinner-per her request, she sighed and said, "This is the best birthday I ever had. You did everything I love today, just to make it special." Then she gave me a big hug.

Moments like that make me very happy to be a Mom.

Happy Birthday My Dear Girl!!!

Saturday, December 6, 2008

White Elephant & A Cross-Stitch Completed

When I was invited to the Homemade White Elephant party, I didn't know what to make. The party was in a few weeks and I certainly didn't have time for any of my normal projects. I started rummaging through my stuff, looking for a half-finished project that I could quickly complete. I stumbled on a finished Cross-Stitch Sampler. Perfect! I would get it framed and use that.

Cross-stitch often requires a special framer, one who knows how to stretch the material just right. Otherwise it can come out looking funky. And some framers can actually ruin your cross-stitch. Anyhoo, I found the good framer in town, the one with a cross-stitch specialty. I told her what I was going to do with my sampler and She told me I was crazy to give it up for a white elephant gift or any gift for that matter! After a brief conversation (which included many admiring remarks on her part regarding my sampler), I agreed. The reason...I had put years into that cross-stitch and the woman recognized that. There's not many people who recognize the labor behind the art. And I had, after years of not cross-stitching, forgotten that. So sad! She was a blessed wake-up call. Plus the framing cost $100. Considering the time, effort, and cost it is Definately NOT something I want to use for a white elephant gift! That's when I decided to make a quilt instead.

I picked up the completed and framed cross-stitch yesterday. IT. IS. BEAUTIFUL!!! I am SO glad that I did NOT use it as the white elephant. It is going to have a prominent place in my living room or dining room. Not sure which at this point. I'm just sure that it will have a prominent place. I mean, LOOK. AT. IT! It turned out SO GREAT!!! Hooray!!! :)


So Sarah, What did you get from the party??
I was number four to choose. All of the gifts were placed in black garbage sacks, so there were no hints about what a gift was. This being my first year, I wasn't sure about the "etiquette" required when choosing a gift. So I didn't feel or shake or man-handle any of the bags. I just grabbed one. By the way, turns out there are no etiquette rules during this game. The other ladies were not shy at all about feeling the presents, no, not shy at all! The shook them and felt them up good. Sheesh!
Anyhoo, I opened my bag and found this:


At first, when all I could see was one pastel oval, I thought it was an Easter gift. The tree is about two feet tall and eight inches wide. It's sitting on my piano in this picture. My oldest daughter, upon seeing it this morning, exclaimed in awe and wonder: "Someone made that tree?" Of course not silly girl! I explained that the tree wasn't homemade. The ornaments were.

(sidenote: I sat by the lady who made the ornaments, she was the best person to sit by. she knew who everyone was and what every gift was and she loved every present. it's always good to sit by the someone who is having the best time)

Some of the ladies were going crazy stealing gifts from each other. Not me. The gift I chose stayed by me the whole night. I'm glad because at times the stealing got a bit dangerous! ;) My kids think the tree is a great trade for my Sudoko quilt. They love the tree and already have plans for decorating it next year.

I wasn't sure what to expect last night. What sort of gifts people would bring? What types of homemade items? But now I know. Thirty-two women showed up. Three made jewelry--very pretty jewelry. Several made decorative items to display in your home. (Some of those items I had no idea what they were. All of my decorative stuff is some type of painting or sewing.) Several made wood items--painted with vinyl lettering or vinyl pictures. And a few made items from scrapbook papers. One other woman made a blanket...hers was the flannel type that you cut strips about three inches deep into the fabric, then tie the strips into knots. A very easy blanket to make with very cute results and involving no sewing. She also tied some jingle bells into hers.

There were only two other women who sewed their gifts. One sewed a reversible apron, then stuffed it full of goodies and put it in a cute basket--that she did not make. Haha! The other sewed little bags out of different red materials, then stuffed them full of apple cider and hot chocolate mixes, cinched up the bags around a cinnamon stick, and glues two little paper leaves to the package. They looked like little apples. She put her "apples" in a red coloander. Of course, me being in such a sewing mode, those were two of the homemade items I liked best.

Most of the items were a different sort of craft than I was expecting. I've been so consumed with sewing for so many years that when I was told to bring something homemade, all I could think about was sewing projects. So I spent a solid week and a half making my Sudoko quilt. My fingers and neck are still sore. Silly girl!! I could have thrown a flannel blanket together in an hour. Or made wood projects in a few hours. But I didn't think of those beforehand. It's kind of funny, because I've made so many of the projects that were brought as gifts. And they were lots easier. (But they are all packed and not staring me in the face, which seems to be the only way to jog my mind from sewing lately. Haha!!) I am SO going to be prepared for next year!!! Now that I know what to expect, I am going make the best White Elephant ever next year!!!

Oh! I almost forgot. I did have a good time at the party! I really enjoyed getting together with so many great ladies, so many FUN ladies. I'm glad I attended! :)

PS. I am not misspelling Sudoko. That's how it's spelled on my pattern.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Sudoko!

I finally finished the Sudoko Quilt. Just two hours before the Homemade White Elephant party. Aaah! Talk about cutting it close. I had a few problems putting this one together. I wanted to machine quilt it, but the back kept gathering and bunching. The stitching looked great on the front, not so great on the back. So I unpicked it all and started over. After three failed attempts, I decided to just tie it instead. Much easier and faster. Next problem, I ended up not having enough material to bind it using my favorite technique. So I had to figure out a different way. And with time slipping away, it needed to be a quick way.

Here are the pictures of the finished product. Notice that the Sudoko is perfect! No doubles in any column or row. Thank goodness that it was already printed out for me in the pattern. ;)


The Top Block



The Binding...I just flipped over the edge
and machine stitched it. Turned out Very Good!





Me and the Finished Quilt




The back material and binding.




We are also supposed to bring a treat to share. My kids have been begging
to make cookies. So we used a "Fat Lady" recipe for Spritz Cookies. YUM!!!




Wish me luck! Hopefully I'll come home with a good White Elephant
gift. At the very least, I'm sure to have a great time at the party! :)

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Joseph B. Wirthlin

My computer is finally set up with internet connected. I was so excited to use it this morning. My homepage is LDS.org. When it pulled up this morning sad news awaited...

Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin of the Quorum of Twelve Apostles has died.

Wow. He's had problems for years. Remember last year at conference when his body kept shaking during his entire talk and how fellow Quorum members came and stood next to him to steady him. Elder Wirthlin has always just plugged on through. It is sad to think he's gone now.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

The Pigeon Battle

Several years ago, a wonderful man in the neighboring town decided to raise pigeons. For whatever reason he was no longer able to take care of them and so let them go free! Pigeons are great at multiplying and taking over. Soon the town was filled with pigeons. They needed more space, so they came to my town. Lovely!




I love my new house. I love my new neighborhood. I do not love the pigeons that live on nearly every rooftop. I do not love the poops they leave on the sides of my house, on my roof, and on my sidewalks. Gross! I do not love the other various items they bring to my yard, which I won't describe because it's too yucky. I also do not love that they are building a nest on the pillar of my front walk. I have a tree they could use. Sheesh! Talk about bad location pickers.


Pigeons are not easily scared and will keep coming back. One neighbor suggested getting a net to block the pigeons access to my pillars. Whatever! They have a net, but when they're at work...the pigeons sneak into the pillar by going behind the net. Another neighbor suggested spikes. But then told me to be careful because pigeons are so dumb/determined that they will skewer themselves on the spikes. Yuck! Another neighbor paid a pest-control company to get rid of their pigeons. Ummm. He's got ten pigeons sitting on his roof right now.


Yesterday a neighbor with no pigeons told me her secret. She didn't use spikes or pest control or nets. She just used a water hose with a fireman's nozzle.



Anytime she heard the pigeons land on her house, she would go hose them down. Morning, noon, evening, and even at night...especially at night. She would hose them down. I had thought about using the hose, but with the other neighbors using gadgets I figured a plain old hose wouldn't work. With my neighbor's testament, I went to the hardware store, purchased the necessary equipment, and tried it out. IT WORKS!!


I've only done it one day, but already the pigeons are starting to be wary of me. I also took it out last night and sprayed them a few times. Totally took them by surprise. At ten o'clock they were gone. I knew it wouldn't be that easy, so I looked at the other eave of the front walk. There they were! Haha! They thought they could fool me by moving to another side. Nope! I sprayed them and they quickly retreated.


The battle has begun! But will only be won if I am consistent in my efforts. Wish me luck! :)

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Popcorn Anyone???

I am battling pigeons, a story for another day. For my battle I needed a few supplies from our local hardware store. With my boys in tow, we ventured out. They love the hardware store because they always have Popcorn to share!!! My boys love popcorn. And a conversation regarding the love of popcorn led me to a startling discovery.

Me: Can the baby have some of your popcorn? He's already eaten all of his.

My 5-yr old son: Yeah.

Me: The baby sure likes popcorn.

Son: No, He loves popcorn. (giggling)

Son: He loves popcorn so much he's going to marry it!

Me: Umm. I don't think you can marry food.

Son: Yes you can. Dad did!

Me: I thought Dad married me...

Son: He did.... First he married "Red Devil", then he married you.


Can you believe it!!! Not only am I in a polygamous relationship, it turns out that I am the second wife. Bummer.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Christmas Meme

My Mom sent this to me. My answers are italicized.

1. Wrapping paper or gift bag? Gift Bag


2. Real tree or artificial? Artificial. I love the smell of real pine trees, but can only take it for a few minutes before I start wheezing and sneezing.

3. When do you put up your tree? sometime before Christmas Eve...


4. When do you take the tree down? sometime after Christmas...

5. Do you like eggnog? I like ONE glass, half egg nog, half milk and that is all I can stand

6. Favorite gift received as a child? When I was very little Dolls were my favorite. As I got older Books became the favorite. Still are actually. :)

7. Hardest person to buy for? My hubby

8. Easiest person to buy for? My kids

9. Do you have a Nativity scene? No. I have Nativity Scenessss. I have at least eight plus a bunch of Nativity ornaments. How could you NOT have a Nativity scene. That's what Christmas is all about afterall.

10. Mail or E Mail Christmas Cards? I used to do neither. I would just bake cookies and take them to all our friends and family. Since we don't live close to family now, I Mail Christmas cards instead.


11. Worst Christmas gift you ever got? Luggage. My parents got it for me when I was sixteen or seventeen. They thought it would be a great gift. It was useful, beautiful, and great quality so it would last for years to come. I thought the luggage meant they wanted me to move out and go to college or some scary thing like that. So I cried when I got it. And felt horrible and worried for days. Umm. Sorry Mom. I kind of missed the boat on that one. I still have that luggage and have used it many times. It turned out to be a good present. ;)

12. Favorite Christmas Movie? It's a Wonderful Life. That theme has helped me many times when I feel like I haven't accomplished anything amazing in my life. I remember that little things done for others can have a lasting impact. I also like The Fourth Wiseman. That one reminds me that we all have different paths, but everyones' path can lead to Christ...if you make that your goal and never forget it.

13. When do you start shopping for gifts? After Thanksgiving

14. Have you ever recycled a gift? Yes. And I'm not ashamed of it! Some things Need to be passed on.

15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Tamales, enchiladas, rice and beans

16. Lights on your tree? Yes, little white lights that do not blink. They remind me of stars, particularly of the One Star.

17. Favorite Christmas Carols? Mary Did You Know. Give me chills every time I hear it.

18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? I like to be home. But I will visit family before or after Christmas morning.

19. Can you name all Santa's reindeer? Yes.

20. Angel on top of your tree or a star? Angel

21. Open gifts Christmas Eve or morning? Christmas Morning. Sheesh! How impatient do you do you have to be to open presents Christmas Eve?

22. Most annoying thing about this time of year? The focus on Santa Claus and presents. It is Christmas. The Mass of Christ. The time when Christ should be forefront in our hearts and minds. I also think it is ridiculous that people will go into debt just so their kids will believe in Santa. They are just hurting themselves and their children in the long run.

23. Favorite ornament theme or color? Angels and Nativities, favorite color of the season is white...like the twinkling stars.

24. Favorite Christmas Dinner? Didn't we already cover this? I follow Christmas tradition on this one and eat Tamales and Enchiladas.

25. What do you want for Christmas this year? For my family to remember the true reason for the season.

Homemade Gifts

I am really liking my new neighborhood. They are so active and fun. I am invited to a Homemade Gift Exchange the first Friday of December. We would exchange the gifts White Elephant style. My first thought was Yay! I got invited to a party! My second thought was What in the world can I make in three weeks?

I pulled out a cross-stitch sampler that I had never gotten around to framing. It was a beautiful pattern and had turned out really well. I decided to get it framed and take that to the party. Well, the frame cost more money then I was willing to spend for a white elephant. So I needed to come up with another idea. And the thought came, Aren't you a Quilter??? Duh! Of course I am. So I am going to make a small quilt.

I went to a local quilt shop and purchased a Sudoku pattern. Came home, pulled nine fat quarters that looked good together, and proceeded to cut out my pieces. I have two weeks to piece it, quilt it, and bind it. Wish me luck!!


Monday, November 24, 2008

Sock Hop

Friday night our new Stake had an adult dance with a 50's Sock Hop theme. Before the dance, they also had a seminar on strengthening your marriage. The hubby and I totally blew that off! As if we need a stronger marriage. Hah! Actually, we were going to attend, but we had a miscommunication with our babysitter. He thought we were only going to the dance, which began an hour later. Hopefully a fun date will be enough to strengthen our marriage. ;)

(BTW our babysitter was GREAT!!! I would totally use him again.)

The cultural hall was decked out beautifully. Our ward's Young Women and Young Men were in charge of the decorations. Good job!!


They had a "Diner" with soft-serve ice cream, popcorn, nuts, and root beer floats. NICE!
That's me in the pink with my hair slicked back in a pony tail.




Here's the hubby chilling at a '50s diner-style table. They took Every square and
rectangle table from the Church. No round tables allowed!




They had a live DJ. Which was a big deal. I guess they usually use dead ones.
The two older couples on the dance floor were the best dancers EVER! The couple in the middle left won a prize for being on the dance floor the longest. The couple in the middle right did not, but the MAN should have. The reason HE didn't get noticed...he was doing double duty. He took turns dancing with his wife and his wife's dateless friend. He danced to every song. That man had Energy and good dancing skills!!


In addition to the Live DJ, we also had a LIVE Band. They played a bunch
of fifties songs. They were very good. Four of the guys are in my new
ward. And one of those guys is in the bishopric AND our new orthodontist. Silly!!


We had a great time. Two silly things that happened:

1. They had an Elvis impersonator contest. NO ONE ENTERED! So I, yes I, strolled to the middle of the dance floor to do my version of Elvis legs. At that point one brave male YSA decided to join me. His version of Elvis looked more like Kenickie from Grease. But we had fun...even though neither of us won a cake. We were robbed I tell you. Robbed! :(

2. Standing in the corner the whole time, not dancing, not participating, were two men dressed in suits. As the hubby and I were leaving we walked past them. I asked if they were having a good time. They answered, with very somber faces, yes. I laughed and said good. Still somber faces. So I, compelled by who knows what, probably some twisted need to make sure everyone is having fun and feeling included, proceeded to razz them a bit-trying to get a smile out of them-and asked why they didn't dress in sock hop attire. The man closest to the door answered: "This was the way they dressed in the fifties at church dances, except the ties were a little thinner." I laughed and said "You're right. Good costume."

Turns out that man was the Stake President! The other man was a High Councilor. That is SO funny to me! Our last two Stake Presidents have been such jovial guys, always ready for a good time. Our most recent Stake Pres would have been the first on the dance floor and the last one off and would have made sure that EVERY single woman got at least one spin on the dance floor with him. He would also have regaled us with his version of the "Robot" dance. This new somber Stk. Pres will take some getting used to... ;)

Romney's View

One of the blogs I read is Everyday Romneys. It is a very fun read. Jessica does most of the posts and they are pretty entertaining! The last two posts were done by her husband Ryan on a very serious topic. They were so eloquently written and so succinctly summed up MY feelings on a the particular subject that I asked if I could copy them here. Ryan gave me the okay, so here is what he wrote:


 

I have run across various opinions on proposition 8 which was recently voted upon in CA. I had a period of indifference on the subject due to my status as a Washingtonian. As I have observed reactions from those who are of my faith and those who are not I have become more thoughtful about the subject and formed my own opinion.


To those not of my faith,

It is the inherent function of government to establish a common morality. From Hammurabi's code until the most recent congressional session, societies attempt to define what is in their common good. Few question laws prohibiting murder, theft, rape, tax evasion, etc. because they are so widely agreed upon. However, we become uncomfortable as our government attempts to legislate for or against behaviors and activities that we are not so readily in agreement with. It is then, that some erroneously begin to posit that governments have no right to legislate morality. They fail to recognize that ALL of our laws in one way or another establish a common morality. Proposition 8 is no different.

So when it comes down to it, proposition 8 is a question of morality. Couching the discussion in terms of civil rights pushes the moral questions away from homosexuality toward bigotry. Suddenly, the proposition is recast as the "Am I a bigot?" proposition. The argument is boldly made that anyone who is for proposition 8 must hate gay people. This more bellicose and less genuine argument is an easier one to win. Rather than debate the opposition, we need only yell bigot.

I guess this is where I want to interject that I am no bigot. I do not hate people based on their sexual orientation. I think there is a profound reason why when asked which is the "great" commandment Christ taught "Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets." This is foundational to all of God's laws. Unfortunately there are misguided souls who spew hate and terror at abortion clinics and at gay pride events in an attempt to further their misconceptions of Christianity. This contradicts Christ's teachings. There ought not be such unkindness, harshness, or antipathy for any of us who fail daily to meet the high bar that Christianity sets.

We love people around us despite easily identifying points of disagreement with them. Most often we find this in our own families. Even when these disagreements are rooted in deep characteristic components of personality. And so it is with defining marriage. I can disagree with the definition my neighbor chooses to accept regardless of why he does so. I can even do this without hating him for it. It seems disingenuous to accuse me of hating an entire population most of whom I don't even know simply based upon the fact that I am not in favor of revamping marriage.


To those who share my faith,

I was introduced to this talk from Neal A. Maxwell, an apostle and prophet of the Church of Jesus Christ. Though given 30 years ago, it is surprisingly current. It communicates my feelings on proposition 8 succinctly.


Discipleship includes good citizenship; and in this connection, if you are careful students of the statements of the modern prophets, you will have noticed that with rare exceptions–especially when the First Presidency has spoken out–the concerns expressed have been over moral issues, not issues between political parties. The declarations are about principles, not people, and causes, not candidates. On occasions, at other levels in the Church, a few have not been so discreet, so wise, or so inspired.

But make no mistake about it, brothers and sisters; in the months and years ahead, events will require of each member that he or she decide whether or not he or she will follow the First Presidency. Members will find it more difficult to halt longer between two opinions (see 1 Kings 18:21).

President Marion G. Romney said, many years ago, that he had "never hesitated to follow the counsel of the Authorities of the Church even though it crossed my social, professional, or political life" (CR, April 1941, p. 123). This is a hard doctrine, but it is a particularly vital doctrine in a society which is becoming more wicked. In short, brothers and sisters, not being ashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ includes not being ashamed of the prophets of Jesus Christ.

We are now entering a period of incredible ironies. Let us cite but one of these ironies which is yet in its subtle stages: we shall see in our time a maximum if indirect effort made to establish irreligion as the state religion. It is actually a new form of paganism that uses the carefully preserved and cultivated freedoms of Western civilization to shrink freedom even as it rejects the value essence of our rich Judeo-Christian heritage. . . .

Brothers and sisters, irreligion as the state religion would be the worst of all combinations. Its orthodoxy would be insistent and its inquisitors inevitable. Its paid ministry would be numerous beyond belief. Its Caesars would be insufferably condescending. Its majorities–when faced with clear alternatives–would make the Barabbas choice, as did a mob centuries ago when Pilate confronted them with the need to decide.

Your discipleship may see the time come when religious convictions are heavily discounted. M. J. Sobran also observed, "A religious conviction is now a second-class conviction, expected to step deferentially to the back of the secular bus, and not to get uppity about it" (Human Life Review, Summer 1978, p. 58). This new irreligious imperialism seeks to disallow certain of people's opinions simply because those opinions grow out of religious convictions. Resistance to abortion will soon be seen as primitive. Concern over the institution of the family will be viewed as untrendy and unenlightened.

In its mildest form, irreligion will merely be condescending toward those who hold to traditional Judeo-Christian values. In its more harsh forms, as is always the case with those whose dogmatism is blinding, the secular church will do what it can to reduce the influence of those who still worry over standards such as those in the Ten Commandments. It is always such an easy step from dogmatism to unfair play–especially so when the dogmatists believe themselves to be dealing with primitive people who do not know what is best for them. It is the secular bureaucrat's burden, you see.

Am I saying that the voting rights of the people of religion are in danger? Of course not! Am I saying, "It's back to the catacombs?" No! But there is occurring a discounting of religiously-based opinions. There may even be a covert and subtle disqualification of some for certain offices in some situations, in an ironic "irreligious test" for office.

However, if people are not permitted to advocate, to assert, and to bring to bear, in every legitimate way, the opinions and views they hold that grow out of their religious convictions, what manner of men and women would they be, anyway? Our founding fathers did not wish to have a state church established nor to have a particular religion favored by government. They wanted religion to be free to make its own way. But neither did they intend to have irreligion made into a favored state church. Notice the terrible irony if this trend were to continue. When the secular church goes after its heretics, where are the sanctuaries? To what landfalls and Plymouth Rocks can future pilgrims go? . .

It may well be, as our time comes to "suffer shame for his name" (Acts 5:41), that some of this special stress will grow out of that portion of discipleship which involves citizenship. Remember that, as Nephi and Jacob said, we must learn to endure "the crosses of the world" (2 Nephi 9:18) and yet to despise "the shame of [it]" (Jacob 1:8). To go on clinging to the iron rod in spite of the mockery and scorn that flow at us from the multitudes in that great and spacious building seen by Father Lehi, which is the "pride of the world," is to disregard the shame of the world (1 Nephi 8:26–27, 33; 11:35–36). Parenthetically, why–really why–do the disbelievers … watch so intently what the believers are doing? Surely there must be other things for the scorners to do–unless, deep within their seeming disinterest, there is interest.

If the challenge of the secular church becomes very real, let us, as in all other human relationships, be principled but pleasant. Let us be perceptive without being pompous. Let us have integrity and not write checks with our tongues which our conduct cannot cash.

Before the ultimate victory of the forces of righteousness, some skirmishes will be lost. Even these, however, must leave a record so that the choices before the people are clear and let others do as they will in the face of prophetic counsel. There will also be times, happily, when a minor defeat seems probable, that others will step forward, having been rallied to righteousness by what we do. We will know the joy, on occasion, of having awakened a slumbering majority of the decent people of all races and creeds–a majority which was, till then, unconscious of itself.

Jesus said that when the fig trees put forth their leaves "summer is nigh" (Matthew 24:32). Thus warned that summer is upon us, let us not then complain of the heat.

(Neal A. Maxwell, "Meeting the Challenges of Today," BYU Devotional, October 10, 1978)

~By Ryan




I didn't mean to publish that previous post yet. I had published it with a future date intending to add some more to the post before it was posted on the blog. But I couldn't get back to it in time so I kept delaying the posting by a few more days to allow myself some imaginary open window of time to get back to the post and finish it. Well, I finally forgot to extend the deadline and so the post was published prematurely. After finishing my initial pass on the post I was nagged by the fact that it was incomplete. I had only hit the periphery, but the heart of the issue was missing.

I unknowingly avoided the core issue because I was afraid of being perceived by those who didn't agree as harsh, intolerant and ignorant. But, as I mulled over the post I realized that the obvious elephant in the room that wasn't being directly addressed was homosexual sex. Namely, is it a correct/good/moral behavior?

The problem with discussing this question in isolation is that it targets a single behavior and elicits harsh accusations from its antagonists and defensive anger from its supporters. So the discussion quickly devolves into a squabble of hyperbole and exaggeration. It paints those who partake in the behavior as bad if the answer is affirmative and good if the answer is negative. What is omitted is the glaring fact that we all struggle with maintaining morality regardless of our position on this single issue.

We all have strengths and we all have struggles. Yet oddly, they don't seem to be measured out uniformly. Some are gifted athletes, while others struggle for mediocrity and still others are missing limbs or vital organs. Likewise some struggle with depression while others seem to be predisposed to an eternally rosy disposition. It doesn't matter who we are or what we may seem to everyone else, we all have our own areas where we shine and where we stumble. What makes life even more complex is that our areas of strength and weakness are checkered and patchy and wonderfully mixed up.

My personal positions on what is and is not moral are derived from an amalgam of personal experience and the Christian doctrines to which I ascribe. I believe homosexual sex is immoral. It is immoral like lying and fornication and covetousness and ingratitude and addiction and lust are all immoral. Oh the list of possible immoralities is too vast to capture. My own list of favorites is too long to capture as well and frankly too personal to share with the World Wide Web.

So the fact that someone seems predisposed towards homosexuality does not disqualify it as an "immorality" to me. Nothing would be immoral if the litmus test was whether or not there was a natural inclination towards it. I am naturally inclined to a myriad of things that I have learned through sad experiences are not good. The fact that some people are genetically inclined to become alcoholics does not mean that alcoholism is correct/good/moral.

This is a difficult pill to swallow because abiding by its precepts necessitates discomfort and suffering by those inclined towards it. Is this fair? No, it isn't fair. I feel deep sympathy for those who struggle with this. I am genuinely sorry for their plight. I have read about real people whose bodies can't tolerate sunlight and are forced to live their entire lives outcast from the sun. I know children who suffer from severe physical disorders like cerebral palsy and Down's syndrome. My heart aches for their suffering in much the same way.
I can not argue that we all suffer equally in life. This has not been my experience. However, we all do suffer from our own maladies and predispositions and discomforts. One benefit of our suffering is that it can breed a greater capacity for empathy for others that suffer along side us.

My position on the morality of homosexual sex informs my position on the morality of gay marriage. I understand that my views are not shared with everyone. There are those who choose a different set of morals. I respect their opinions even if I cannot embrace them. I would not vote to change the laws to legalize today’s illicit drugs even though it would alleviate the suffering of some segments of the population at the expense of other segments. It would expand their freedom to practice their own set of morals. I would oppose it. As a citizen, I have my 1 vote on what I think is moral and what I think is not.

Likewise, I would choose to cast my 1 vote in favor of not changing our traditional views of marriage to incorporate gay marriage. I do not understand why civil unions cannot be constructed to afford those who enter into long term homosexual relationships the same protections and benefits that traditional marriage offers. I want to keep the lines between my morality on this issue clear and precise. Some argue that this makes the issue one of mere semantics and ideals, and I guess for me that is precisely what this issue is about.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Wiped-Out!

I am SO tired! I only got four hours of sleep last night. The reason: Twilight.



I went to a midnight showing. What was I thinking? I am not a teenager. I have four kids who wake up at the crack of dawn. So why in the world would I go to a midnight showing when I haven't even read the books? (sorry mombabe and lauren, don't hate me.)

A woman in my new neighborhood/ward was chatting with her friend about Twilight coming out soon and how it would be fun to go to a midnight showing. But neither of them wanted to deal with a bunch teenagers acting crazy in the movie theatre in the middle of the night. No. If they paid to see the movie and got babysitters, they wanted to enjoy the movie. Their solution? Rent out a theater exclusively for themselves and invite other moms to come see the movie with them. FUN!!

I had planned on seeing the movie before I read the books. So this worked out great for me. I asked my hubby to take a picture of me before I left. He took one of me tying my shoes. Ummm. Okay... ;)




Before the movie they had a tailgate party in the mall parking lot. Here's some of the people who showed up.



Everyone brought a snack to share. There was a trivia contest. The best part was the women's reactions to other movie-goers.

Things I heard:
*Wow, there are a lot of men here. I didn't know any men read the book! (most of them didn't, they just went to see the movie with their wives so they wouldn't be alone in the middle of the night. what nice men!)

*Oh my gosh! I work with that woman. I didn't know she liked Twilight."

*What was I thinking coming to a movie in the middle of the night. I'm not a teenager.

*Oh, I'm going to be hurting tomorrow. I sure hope this movie is worth it.


At the tailgate party they handed out pins. So cute!



After the tailgate, we all headed to the movie theater. The gal I rode with and I wanted seats in the back. So while she parked her truck, I dashed into the theater to get seats. I left my camera in her car because I thought they weren't allowed. They Totally were! Bummer. So I have no pictures from inside. But it was great! At 11:35 they started raffling off Twilight items. It was hilarious! Grown women screaming about Edward and hoping that they would win the prize. They raffled off about twenty items. And then it was over, but wait. Someone was knocking on the door. Who could it be? It was Edward!


The women in the audience Screamed!! And the woman who actually won this life-size cardboard cutout...well, she looked like she'd just won the Price is Right! And I? I was laughing so much that I started to cry. Good times!!

Then the lights got dim and previews started to play. They showed a preview for the next Harry Potter installment. Now THAT I whoopped and hollered for!

As for the movie itself, it was pretty good. I'm glad that I didn't go with my hubby because I would have been SO embarrased with all the longful glances and deep sighs that were going on between Edward and Bella. I felt a little bit like a peeping Tom watching that movie. There were such intense emotions going on. I had to close my eyes a few times because I was so embarassed watching them. Sheesh!

Anyhoo, I liked the story. So much in fact, that I am going to read the books. But not until next week. I've still got unpacking to do. :)


Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Laundry Helper

My baby enjoys helping with the laundry. He is really offended if he ever finds me switching loads without him. He was so cute the other day that I had to snap some pictures.

This is how we get the clothes out of the dryer. He climbs in and hands me clothes. He's such a ham lately. Whenever he sees the camera out he says "cheeeeese". So cute!







Picking which clothing item to hand Mom next.




"tay too."
He says thank you each time he hands me an article of clothing.





"tay too"





"uh-oh." If I don't take the clothes from him quickly enough,
he'll just drop them on the floor and say uh-oh. Cute little baby cakes!