Keeping it Fresh

I guess he REALLY wants to eat that sucker later.

He's the President?

Harrison and Jackson love to collect cards for their wallets. While eating dinner with Grandma and Grandpa the boys asked if they had a card they could have. Grandma and Grandpa both pulled out business cards to give to the little mooches. Grandpa then read to the boys what his card said. Under his name was his title..."president".

We then left the restaurant and got in the car and Harrison said in complete awe and wonder and pride, "I can't believe Grandpa is the PRESIDENT!"

Open This Door

Harrison was in the bathroom and Jackson knocked on the door.
J-"May I come in?"
H- "NO!"
J- "May I please get a toy?"
H- "NO!"
J- "Ummmm... I love you..."
H- "NO!"
J- "OPEN THIS DOOR!"

Modesty

Damon was trying to motivate Jackson to get dressed for church.

Damon told him to hurry up and get dressed or it will be really embarrassing to go to church half naked.

Jackson's response,

"Then people would say, 'Here comes that immodest person.'"

Big Date

Damon and I went on a date last night. We had planned to do the typical...dinner and a movie... We started out with the typical...dinner... then went to the movies. To our frustration the movies had already started and we are just too dang old to stay up for the next round of movies. So off to find another adventure. And adventure we found! There is a restaurant Damon and I have been to a few times that has a mechanical bull. Up until this particular date night neither of us have had enough courage (at least I haven't had the courage, I don't know what Damon's excuse is) to ride the thing. With nothin' else to do and the night being young we made our way over to Westgate and right into Saddle Ranch to ride the bull!

So here is Daring Damon riding the bull. And where am I? Taking the picture. Damon can no longer claim lack of courage or any other excuse. But me? I still claim all the excuses, I prefer to take the pictures. I've also always preferred cowboys...

Orange Juice

I gave the kids a plate of cut up oranges for a snack after school. A few minutes later this is what I found...

They didn't so much eat the oranges...

just sucked the juice out of them.

So the other day I went to pick Harrison up from school. While walking in the school parking lot I saw a big truck with a bumper sticker that read, "No names, just sex." I had a few thoughts on the bumper sticker then dismissed it.
When I picked Harrison up he seemed excited. He made me lean down so he could whisper in my ear that he had a girlfriend. His friend from another class had just asked him if he wanted to be her boyfriend. "Oh! Ok," I said as I started thinking about the conversation I was going to have with him at home.
Back in the parking lot a little girl leans out of a big truck to yell goodbye to Harrison. Harrison points out that she is his new girlfriend and I realize Harrison's "girlfriend" is in the same truck that had the oh so lovely bumper sticker on it! GREAT!

Traffic Stopper

Damon has a tradition of taking our kids to breakfast and then to his work on their birthday. So this morning Damon took Harrison (who turns 6 tomorrow!) out for his birthday breakfast. While they were gone I took Jackson and Lucy and my niece and nephew Dylan and Victoria, who are visiting for spring break, to buy Harrison's birthday gift. Then we got on the I10 freeway to pick Harrison up from Damon's work. While driving along I had the radio up and I was singing and dancing when all of a sudden I felt my car kind of studder. I'm ashamed to admit it was the familiar feeling of a car running out of gas. I looked at my fuel gauge to confirm my fear. I quickly pulled over before I came to a complete stop in the middle of the freeway. I called Damon so he could come rescue me with a couple gallons of fuel and the kids and I had a good laugh. How embarrassing to run our of gas and on the free way of all places! There was nothing else to do but sit and wait so I cranked the music up and continued singing and dancing when I noticed a car pull up behind me. Yep, it was a police car. He came to my window and asked, "What's the problem Ma'am?" "I ran out of gas," I sheepishly explained. To which he responded, "Are you serious?!" Then he went on to explain that what he needed to do was get me to the right side of the freeway. I was in the left lane when I felt my car tugging, I was not willing to have my car die in the middle of traffic so I just pulled over. "Here's what's going to happen," he explained, "you will put your car in neutral and I am going to push you across the freeway. It will take a few minutes because I have to call for backup." So we continued to wait, this time with much more anticipation. We kept asking each other, "What are they going to do? Close down the freeway?" That's exactly what happened. When cars were no longer sailing past the officer told me to put my car into neutral then slowly started pushing me. I looked in my mirror to see a wall of traffic about a half mile behind us. A single police car was swerving between all the lanes in front of this wall, stopping freeway traffic so a single car full of woman and children could make it safely to the other side of the freeway. There was nothing to do but laugh at how ridiculous we (I) were (am)!

My favorite part of the day

At the end of preschool during our closing time I let the kids take turns telling me their favorite part of the day. They get to wear the gazing glasses (a silly pair of sunglasses) and tell the class their favorite part of preschool that day and I write it down for them to take home. Today during Cate's turn she unintentionally said, "My pavorite fart of preschool was..." None of the kids noticed her slip up but I certainly did. Maybe I'm around kids too much and think potty talk is pretty funny but I have been laughing all day. And now you know my favorite part of the day.

When girls grow up...

Harrison and I were having a conversation about Santa Claus. Harrison asked why Santa needs so many elves. I told him it's because Santa needs a lot of help, he couldn't make all those toys by himself. Then I had a brilliant idea to tell him it's kind of like Mom, I can't do everything by myself. I was so excited to have a conversation about how my kids can be like elves and help me out but Harrison was thinking something totally different...
"That's why when girls grow up they need to find a maaan."

Healthy Foods

I was driving in the car with my kids when Jackson made a random comment that left me laughing and feeling quite disgusted. Jackson said to me in a very thoughtful/ wishful thinking tone, "Mom, I wish boogers were healthy." I was dying on the inside, trying not to laugh and at the same time feeling a little nauseous. On the outside I tried to stay composed and asked him why. His response, "because boogers are so gooood, just not healthy for us."
YUCK!
A few years ago I gave up on nagging my kids to stop picking their noses and focused my attention on not eating their boogers. I had to pick my battles and decided to make stepping stones. The first step would be to get them to stop eating their boogers. Then I would work on not picking their noses. After a few months of working on the no eating booger thing Jackson said, "I really want to eat my boogers. They just taste so good." Well, he's four and a half now and even though the tempation is still there he (for the most part) shows great restraint against the desire to eat his boogers. Picking is still another issue...

beats the SIT out of other seats...

We went to PIR for Nascar week to watch Damon's brother, Taylor, race. Unfortunately, Taylor was in a bad wreck during lap 30 that totalled his car. I felt awful for Taylor but I was able to get a good laugh out of this sign. As far as Taylor's car goes... ahhh sit!

Pictures in the Park

All of my sisters were here this last weekend! That in itself is a miracle considering how many there are of us, our busy lives, and we live all over the country. We went to a park to take pictures. It was fun taking the pictures and just as fun looking at them. Here are some of the random ones that made me laugh, actually just a few because most of them had at least one person making a funny face or touching their hair. I considered putting together a series of just Leslie touching her hair, she seemed to do it the most, but it was taking way too long to download. The other pictures I decided to do without were the ones were we were either showing off our butts or touching someone's butt. Like the ones of Leslie touching her hair, they also took too long to download. So here are a few of my faves...

Whiskers

After playing outside in the cold (we're talking Arizona cold) and wind Harrison's face was red and chapped. I was trying to figure out why it was red and asked if it hurt. Harrison's response...
"Well, it hurts because my whiskers are growing in." As he raised his chin to show me his oh so impressive new manly whiskers.

Where's Your Diaper?!

Lucy kept taking her pants off today. She would take them off and I would put them back on. Finally I realized she was taking them off because they were falling off. So the next time she shimmied out of her pants I let them stay off. A few minutes later I was in my bedroom talking to my sister on the phone when Lucy climbed up on the bed to sit by me. Being a little distracted it took me a few minutes to realize that she was not only missing her pants but her diaper as well! Then I noticed the front of her shirt was wet. I immediatly went into action. Luckily I didn't have to search too far for her diaper. It was in the hallway outside my bedroom door, nice and clean, laying next to a big puddle of pee. I quickly got the situation resolved, pee cleaned up, dirty shirt off, diaper back on, everyone happy. Everyone was happy and laughing. What were they laughing at? The boys were laughing at Lucy running and Lucy was laughing because the boys were laughing. Then I started laughing. As Lucy was running one side of her diaper came undone, unable to stand alone the other side slid right down her leg. Without missing a step Lucy simply stepped out of her diaper and kept running...

Boxes, Boxes Everywhere

After Christmas we had, like all families I'm sure, an over abundance of boxes and trash. After filling our trash can as full as I could with wrapping paper I asked Damon if I could throw the boxes in his truck for him to dispose of. He reassured me he could get rid of all the boxes. So I loaded up his truck and forgot about it. Several weeks later he was excited to tell me that he had gotten rid of most of the boxes. My question was, "What do you mean by 'most'?" Well the only boxes left in his truck were the ones that hadn't blown out while he was driving! Damon's response, "Honestly, I just forgot about them." I was a little baffled by this and didn't quite believe my husband would drive on the freeway and all around town with boxes and trash blowing out of the bed of his truck onto our nice clean roads. A few weeks later Damon left for work two seconds before I left to take Harrison to school and so I had to follow him for a short while. In the mile and a half that I followed him it happened... a box flew from the back of his truck littering our neighborhood road! I just had to laugh. He was totally serious when he said he got rid of the boxes by letting them blow away...

What Made Me Laugh Today...

Almost falling on my butt while getting in my car at the car wash. (I even did the stop and look around to see if anyone was watching.)

Jackson walking to the car from 99 cents only, refusing to let go of his new sword to pull up his pants that had fallen to his knees.

What made me laugh the hardest: Playing charades with a bunch of Relief Society friends. Just to mention a few of the highlights...Michael Jackson, ballerina eating gum off the floor, Paula Dean, dog peeing, mom jeans

Secret Agent Jackson

This is what I laughed at today... Jackson was pretending to be a secret agent whith his cool glasses, high tech toilet paper roll guns (that he stuck in his shirt), and his super speedy scooter.

Wake up Call

Lucy woke up at 4:30 am. She usually sleeps through the night so I went to see what was wrong. As soon as I walked into her room she said, "doos!" (interpretation= shoes) The silly girl wanted her shoes on!
At 4:32 am when I crawled back into bed I couldn't help but laugh. What baby wakes in the middle of the night only to ask for shoes?

More TV?

Today was kind of stressfull. I had three doctors appointments and was gone ALL day. The first two appointments were really good and informational and the kids were with my mom. But the last one was for the boys because they have been sick and are not getting better. After about an hour and a half of being at the doctor with all three of my kiddos I spent another hour and a half driving around, dropping off and picking up prescriptions (all 5 of them), going to Target to let my kids spend their Christmas money while we wait for our prescriptions, going to pick up the medicine and finding out there was an issue with our insurance, and finally driving home. Once we got home my kids were done. Lucy was crying and the boys were lying on the couch almost lethargic. I had to spoon feed them because they need food with their medicine. Finally, the medicine, rest and food kicked in and they started acting normal again. So I asked "do you want more to eat?" Harrison promptly replied, "I want more TV!"

I said "who wants more to EAT?" not "who wants more TV?"

But I guess he's feeling better...

Found Horse

At the intersection by my house there is a sign on a pole that says "Found Horse" and then a phone number. Why this makes me laugh everytime I see it I'm not sure. Maybe it's because most residential areas don't have a lot of horses. Or maybe it's because I get a lot of animals in my back yard (I don't have a fence) and I picture waking up one morning, opening my blinds, and seeing a horse grazing on my grass.

Sometimes I just need to LAUGH!

I'm not the type of person who laughs a lot or who regularly laughs out loud. Lately I have been taking life too seriously. With life being as crazy as it is I almost deleted this blog, but then I realized I need an outlet and I need to laugh. So my goal for this year is to regularly post things that make me laugh. So here it goes...

Bees, Bee Pollen, and Being Sick...

I've heard a lot about the benefits of bee pollen, how it helps with allergies and boosts your immune system, etc. I decided to buy some and see if it will help my family. I was literally standing in the parking lot of Sprouts unloading Jackson and Lucy from the car so I could purchase my bee pollen to improve my families health when the school nurse called to tell me Harrison was sick and I needed to pick him up. Talk about irony. So I hurry into Sprouts, buy my bee pollen pill then rush to the school to pick up my sick child. While driving and thinking about the irony of my situation I got an image in my mind of my husband with a bee stuck to his lip. You may laugh now because I did to... So a few years ago Damon and I went to the lake with some of his brothers and sisters. We were having a good time water skiing and wake boarding when Damon takes a drink from his soda and proceeds to freak out. A bee had flown into his pop can and when he took a drink the bee did what bees do and stung him, right on the lip. Not only was he stung but the bee was stuck to his lip! We did get the bee off and the swelling wasn't too bad. But the image of Damon with a bee hanging from his lip was enough to make me laugh out loud, multiple times through out my day.