It's only the SECOND day!!!!

Well, two days into the kids' Christmas break and we have already had some crazy things happening. This morning, Shawn went to the barber and got a haircut. Within one hour of returning, he thought it might be fun to be a barber himself. He snuck up behind Kaylie, who is currently trying to grow her hair out like Rapunzel's, and cut her hair!!!! WHAT?!?!?!?! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING ?!?!?!?! It took Shawn a full hour to finally give me some sort of answer. He cut her hair because he wanted to. You have got to be kidding me. You can't take that back. It takes time for hair to grow back. Her mama was not having a good day when she dropped her off this morning. So, I am waiting until she comes to pick Kaylie up before I tell her. There's nothing she can do about it while she is at work so I might as well not make her day any worse. For now.

I am trying to remember to take pictures more often, so I grabbed the camera. Not long after I took Kaylie's pictures, Andrew comes to the back door absolutely filthy. Apparently he and his friends were slip-n-sliding in the mud. It has been raining this morning and I'm glad he had a good time. So I started snapping pictures again. Then I told Andrew to stand in the grass and I attacked him with the hose. He said the water was so cold, but he wasn't walking into my house like that.
It's not even noon yet and I can't wait to see what the rest of Christmas break is like. :)

The end of an era

or at least the end of a four month experiment. In September, we enrolled Andrew, Shawn and Brian in gymanastics thinking it might help them get in shape before wrestling season begins. Well, Wednesday evenings were hectic. Off the bus at 3:40 on the road by 4:05. Gymnastics let out at 5:30 and cub scouts starts at 6:30 until 8:00. And we had to fit in homework and dinner!! With wrestling starting in a few weeks, which happens to be our busiest and most time consuming sport season, we decided to call it quits on gymnastics. At first the boys were a little upset, but then last night they were fine with it. They are ready to move on as well. It's just not for us.

Their teacher, Tracy, was so nice and I think the boys really liked her. But not even that was enough to persuade us to stay. I am relieved personally. It was expensive for three boys and now they have more time to work on school work, which they need.

I didn't take any pictures!!

Just got back from Andrew's birthday party at Wheeeler's. Yes, that is spelled with 4 e's! We planned an outside party with a football game from 11-1. But we saw on the weather report that it was supposed to rain today, from 11-1. Great, no football game, Now what do we do? Let's move the party inside our house and play games. Ummmm, what should be play with 20 rowdy boys fulls of energy?
Yesterday afternoon, I called Wheeeler's hoping they would have something available at that time. We got 2 games of Laser Tag!! Yea!!! It cost a fortune, but the kids had a great time and I didn't have to clean up the mess. I brought my camera along so I could take pictures and then I forgot to take any. NOT ONE!!! Oh well.
We got home and let Andrew open his present from us. Two air soft guns, the only thing he's been asking for. Now he is at the neighbors house trying to organize a game with the boys from the neighborhood. Because of course it is not raining right now. :)

No Use Crying Over "Spoiled" Milk

So, this weekend was a hectic one. I spent very little time at home, but my sick husband and children did. I'm sure you can imagine what my house looks like this morning. :)

I realized late Saturday night that we were running very low on milk and first thing Sunday morning it was gone.
We try to avoid Wal-Mart (or any shopping) on Sunday unless it is an emergency. I even had to write my 4 yr old nephew a check for his birthday yesterday, because I didn't have time to get one on Saturday. I'm sure he loved that!! lol Nothing more a 4 yr old wants than a piece of paper!
So, I went to a Christmas Party last night and on the way home my husband called me. "I think you need to stop on your way home and get some milk. It will make your day go a lot easier tomorrow." I struggled with that idea for a minute and then thought "He's right. Spencer wants a warm bottle of milk when he wakes up in the morning and I try to avoid going out with 4 small children by myself if at all possible."

I walked through Wal-Mart determined I was only going to leave with milk. It's been weeks since I've been able to roam through Wal-Mart and just look around. It's sort of a stress reliever for me to take that time to myself. But not tonight. I can't do this tonight, just get the milk and get out. So I did.

This morning when my son needed to take some medicine, I asked him to pour himself a cup of milk. "Where's the milk Mom? I don't see it."

"What!"
So I looked in the fridge. I looked in the back fridge. Then I slowly walked to the van where I was sure I would find two gallons of milk sitting on the floor in front of the carseat. Straight into the trash they went. Now I am kicking myself. How dumb was that?!?! I could have just thrown some "cash in the trash" and still have no milk.

I guess that's what I get for shopping on Sunday even though I knew better. I guarantee my refrigerator will be fully stocked next Saturday evening. :)

Almost Midnight, and Still Lots to Learn

Well, I am going to give blogging a try. I have had a myspace page for several months now and have grown bored with that. I am also hoping to create a sort of journal for myself and a place to ramble about whatever I want to. I have never been very good with journals in the past. Every time I tried to start one I thought I had to list my entire family history before I started writing everyday stuff. That seemed to take too long, so I would give up and forget about it until the next time we had a lesson at church on keeping a journal. Once again after one to two nights of that it was over with. Hopefully this time will be different.

My oldest son turned 10 today! I can't believe a whole decade has gone by since Bobby and I became parents. Boy have we learned A LOT in the last ten years. My son asked me yesterday exactly what time was he born. 12:37 pm. We happened to be at church at that time today. As he was sitting in Primary, he kept turning around, anxiously watching the clock on the wall behind him. The closer the it got to that time, the more excited the look on his sweet face. With three minutes left, I saw him whispering to his friend beside him. At 12:36 and 30 seconds I got up and started walking towards him. I sat down in the chair next to him and said, "It's 12:37, you are officially 10 years old." He was so happy. I love to see that light in his eyes. :)

Yesterday my 8 year old son was baptized. Other than my husband being sick, scrambling at the last minute to get a chorister and pianist lined up and programs ready, forgetting the boys white shirts at home, wild and rowdy kids in the hallway, squirmy little ones during the talks, the air conditioner not working properly and thoughtless family members who could have chosen a more appropriate time to ((***i don't really want to say right now what they did***)) everything went great. My son came up out of the water giggling. He was so happy!! He told his dad while they were changing that it was the best day of his life. That made it all worth it.

Well it's late and I have been on the computer for way too long. I still have a lot of things I want to learn how to do on this blog, so hopefully things will get better. ;)

Goodnight.