Magical Kisses

Just now, as I was sitting here perusing through blogs, Luke came running up the stairs crying. He informed me that he had "broken his head", and then leaned his head in for a magical kiss (you know the kind of kisses that fix all owies!)

I kissed his head, the crying stopped, and he turned to go. Then, as an afterthought, he turned back, held up his arm and said, "Kiss it."

Apparently the arm was wounded as well. But I am happy to report....now he is all better.

The Kiss of Death

As I mentioned earlier, Sunday dinner took place at my dad's house with siblings, cousins, etc. While we were there, my darling niece Kendy decided she wasn't too hip on being a "big girl" and therefore didn't want to waste any time on the toilet. As my sister was rushing a very smelly, messy little girl to the bathtub, I teased her, telling her that my child had been completely potty trained for at least two weeks now with no accidents--not to rub it in or anything.

Can I just say, that was the kiss of death, and if I ever open my mouth to say something so foolish again, just slap some sense into me, will you...PLEASE?

Since then, we have had an accident every day for the past three days. Potty training accidents are no fun, especially when they are of the smelly version. And they are REALLY no fun when your independent two year old thinks, "No problem. I'll just clean it up!"

Last night I walked in on this scene. A bathtub full of crap (literally), stinky underwear lying soaking wet in the bathtub (looking rather lumpy), piles and piles of wadded up wet wipes (some slightly used) lying on the floor of the bathroom, hallway, and bedroom. There were also several brownish smears on the bathtub and toilet. AND...there was a bottle of windex sitting on the side of the bathtub.

I called Luke's name and he came running, looking very guilty, knowing he had perhaps displeased his mother! OK, so I didn't just call his name. It was probably more of a yell....OK, it was definitely a yell. (Bad mom, bad mom. I know all you wonderful mothers out there NEVER yell at your children!) However, frustrated as I was with him, I couldn't help but smile (definitely inwardly) and be somewhat in awe of the way his little mind worked.

He had made a mess and was determined to clean it up on his own. After attempting to clean himself with at least 75 wet wipes, he decided to move on to the underwear. His method of cleaning was apparently to rinse them out in the bathtub. This however, led to a very messy bathtub...and hence the windex.

So there you have it, my "crappy" story of the day! Sorry for teasing you Elise....I guess the joke's on me!

Goo-night Mom

Tonight Luke and I shared a sweet moment at bedtime.

Me: Good night my darling Lukey.
Luke: Goo-night dear mom.

I would have to say, at this point in time, I am probably Luke's favorite person. I know it won't last forever, but I'll enjoy it while it lasts!

My Little Treasures

Here are some cute pictures of the kids on Easter. I didn't actually buy the girls easter dresses, but I did put my foot down and tell them no black velvet dresses. Maddy wasn't too thrilled about this, until I pulled out her pretty pink dress Grandma Darla had given her for her birthday. Is it just me, or are they darling?! They are truly my treasures!

All the kids walked home from church, and I managed to catch them before they went in the house. Scott, however, was the exception. He made it home before I did, and in true fashion, changed out of his church clothes as fast as he possibly could! He must have a little bit of his dad in him!

Party On!

Sunday was a big celebration day. We celebrated Easter/Dad's birthday/Josh's birthday/Sydney's birthday. Syd's birthday was a couple of weeks ago, but with her being sick and dad being out of town, we never got together. Josh's birthday was a couple of days ago, and dad's birthday was actually on Easter.

We went to Dad and Darla's for a delicious dinner: roast, ham, dad's famous mashed potatoes, salad, rolls, etc. Yummmm! Elise and Trav came, and so did Lance and Kim.

(Dad and his delicious mashed potatoes, smothered in melted cheese)

Then we celebrated all three birthdays....singing Happy Birthday three different times. Darla made Dad a yummy trifle and we had a regular cake for the kids.

Luke inched his way closer to the cake each time we sang. When Syd blew out her candles, he was right there trying to blow them out, too. But he wasn't fast enough. So when we sang to Josh he was ready. The second we sang the last word of Happy Birthday, he lunged forward and blew! Josh had to react quick...and lucky for him Luke was a bad aim! Funny Luke.

The kids had fun playing with their cousins. Here are a few pics of them. It was a fun day!

Happy Easter

Do you ever feel like you have created a monster? Let me explain.

Every holiday that comes around is surrounded with high expectations from my children....expectations that usually involve a fair amount of work on my part! However, I can't blame them, or fault them for this, since it is a monster of my own making. When my kids were smaller and, well, there were less of them, I went all out trying to make things as magical and fun as possible. It was work, and it was tiring, but now it is EXHAUSTING.

Perhaps this has to do with the fact that there are so many OTHER things going on in my life. Or perhaps I am just getting old and tired (naaaah, that couldn't be it). But regardless, when holilday time comes around, the festivities begin.

An easter tradition is coloring easter eggs. This is probably a tradition for most of you as well. This is not one of my favorite traditions, since it involves using dye that stains hands, shirts, pants, floors, etc. But the kids love it nonetheless.


The older kids were pretty good at containing the mess, but Luke loved "plopping" eggs into the colorful liquids. And once his eggs were finished, he decided they needed to be redyed. Scott and Josh quickly dyed their eggs, but Syd and Maddy took their time, considering each egg to be a masterpiece that needed much love and devotion.

Following the easter egg coloring, we had many easter egg hunts....some with plastic, candy filled eggs and others with their beautifully colored eggs. And of course the easter bunny had to make his (in our case her) secret drop-off.

We actually had a great time! I probably wouldn't have minded it if we hadn't been travelling all day prior to the festivities. But I would say all in all it was a success. The kids had fun, and I was just glad we fit it all in!

Spring Break Getaway

We spent the last few days of spring break skiing at Grand Targhee. We had such a great time! The skiing was fantastic! It was nothing like spring skiing--we skiied powder both days. Luke and Ben stayed in the condo with Lacy (our favorite babysitter that we would gladly adopt into our family!) Syd and Maddy skiied half days, and the boys skiied all day with us. They are getting to be such good skiiers. They had a great area for little kids to ski. Madelyn loved it!

We went with Brek's family....his parents, Cory and family, Kristin, and Jordan. They are all amazing skiiers. The kids had so much fun with their cousins....skiing, playing games, watching movies, hot tubbing, swimming, etc.



Luke got to sleep on the floor in a sleeping bag, which he thought was great. I tried to get him to go to bed at a normal hour, but he would have none of it. He didn't want to miss out on any fun. He would say, "No. I not tired. I already went abeep and I waked up."

It was fun to see Kristin and Jordan. Jordan is living in Cleveland, going to dental school, and Kristin lives in Heber. We don't see them as often, and it was way fun skiing with them.

Josh had a birthday while we were there. Krissy stopped at Costco and got a cake, so we could celebrate! This was party number 1....party number 2 taking place when we get home. The parties never end!

Be-why Luke??

Luke: Mommy, be-why I have to wear my coat?
Me: Because it's cold outside.

Luke: But be-why, mommy? Be-why I blow bubbles outside?
Me: Because you have to blow bubbles outside, not in the house.

Luke: But be-why?


Because....before....bewhy....it all works!

Five Star Cleaning

I started a new program with my kids today. I call it the five-star program. Basically, when my kids do a job for me, they earn anywhere from 1 star to 5 stars, depending on how well they did their job.

A one star job is obviously about as bad as it can get, and if you have children like mine, you know that one star jobs do happen.

A five star job is hard to get. I told them a five star job is when they have cleaned it as well as I would have.

And then, of course, there is that inbetween category (numbers 2-4) which most of their jobs fall into.

The reward: When they get 50 stars, I will take them out to lunch, or to get ice cream, or something like that.

So today we began, and can I just say, I didn't know Josh was capable of cleaning so well! My kids were trying so hard to get five stars (I don't give those out too often). They were even volunteering to do jobs for me, and at times, they did jobs without even being asked. And I didn't even have to redo their jobs after they finished. It was GREAT!

I am sure this will probably be like any other "program" I implement....it will work great for a while, and then the excitement will fizzle out. But hey, I'll take what I can get!

I not a baby!

The other day Madelyn was asking me questions about when she and her siblings were babies. She wanted to know how many other kids we had when each baby was born.

I went through each kid and said something like. When Scott was born, there was me, daddy, and Scott was a baby. When Josh was born, there was me, daddy, Scott who was 2, and Josh was a baby. I did this for each kid.

When I got to Luke, I went through the list again. There was me, daddy, Scott who was 9, Josh who was 7, Sydney who was 5, Madelyn who was 3, and Luke was a baby.

All of a sudden Luke piped up and said, "I not a baby! I Lukey, pookey, tookey!"