Too Much Information

Recently I got together with my friends from highschool. I was going to try to get a picture of us from graduation online, but right now the effort seems too much. Anyway, this is us eight years later:

Christine is due in June (boy), I'm due in July (boy), and Katy is due in August (unknown). We're letting Elisa have the year off since she only got married in January and she would have had to be really on the ball to have managed September.

In other news: of all my roommates from my freshman year at BYU (Sarah Lynn, Kyle, Julia, Annalisa, and Rosie) we have the following stats: Rosie had a boy about two months ago, Anna's having a boy any week now, I'm having one in July, Kyle is having her boy in August, and Sarah Lynn is having her baby this Fall. Julia is busy helping all us people who end up in the hospital with her mad nursing skills.

I think it's an epidemic of boys for the season. Whatever shall we do with all of them?

And So She Is...

After a dangerously quiet time upstairs this morning, M came downstairs like this:

I think she is a doll after all...

Sister Love

I LOVE YOU TOO!!!

This morning the girls were playing upstairs while I cleaned downstairs. Pretty soon I heard a loud scream, but surprisingly it came from E's little throat instead of M's.


"What's wrong?" I asked.


"M is being mean," said E.


Generally I try to stay out of their fights, especially ones where people are being "mean" (also known as "not doing what I want"). I think it is better for them to learn how to work it out with each other, so I only intervene when limbs or eyeballs are looking to be lost. Too much collateral damage. Anyway, usually my response is something like it was this morning:


"Well, you both need to be nice to each other and just play."


When E is more on the bossing end of things (the usual order of the day... speaking of which I don't know why people are always assuming she learned this from me....) I also make comments like, "M is not a doll. If you want to tell someone what to do, go get a doll." I had said this earlier this morning when they were "camping." Anyway, back to the story at the hand:


Screaming continued upstairs and I dusted the furniture.


Screaming continued upstairs and I cleaned up the toys so I could vacuum.


Screaming continued upstairs and I got out the vacuum.


Finally E stopped screaming (by the way, she was completely fake screaming so I knew her arm was not pumping blood at the wall or anything).


Then came THE statement of the morning:

"M, I wish you WERE a doll."

I suppose they do say that honesty is the best policy.






A picture from the good ol' days when we only kept dolls around the house.

Going on a Trip: Part II

I was scrolling through my blog feed and saw the Wood's were going on a trip. I wondered, where are they going? Then I realized it was me, and I wasn't going anywhere. Well, then. Definitely false advertising.

Going on a Trip

All morning E's dolls have been going to "Yew Nork."

Sounds fun. Can I go?

A Secret

I forgot to post about this, and really, it is too crazy to not mention.

Last Monday, our family went to WalMart and when it was time to check out there were four checkers waiting at the front to help us.

You know, like in real stores where they stand at the end of their check-out line and say, "Are you ready to check-out, I can help you here. Right now."

What?

Four of them?

I would tell you what day of the week it was, what time, and where, but I think I'm doing all my shopping at that exact time from now on. And I definitely plan on being selfish and keeping it all to myself. That's not very nice, but when it comes to WalMart, I am just big on survival.

Picture Impaired

A friend of mine had a fun idea on her blog. She posted one picture from each of the years they'd been married to show what they'd been doing on their anniversary. I thought I'd try it, but I failed miserably.

May 1, 2004: Okay, this one's easy. After all, there were several photographers there.

May 1, 2005: Ummmm, okay, we didn't own a camera then. We didn't buy a camera until E was born. And then we apparently didn't take a picture of our entire family until Christmas. Yep, Christmas 2005. Our first family picture of the year. What an accomplishment!!

May 1, 2006: This one is a little closer to actually being in May. Sometime in the summer of 2006. This picture was taken at Lake Tahoe, the last time Justin got to visit before his grandparents let the property go. Sigh. Also, this is one of the last times I saw that jacket... which I loved. It disappeared soon after. Sigh again.

May 1, 2007: This may look like Spring, but don't let Vegas deceive you. Yep, it's November 2007. Way to go on finally getting a family picture!

May 1, 2008: Okay, this one is actually on the 4th!!! Can you believe it? Thank goodness for weddings.


May 1, 2009: In my entire 2009 picture file for the year 2009 I have not one of all four of us. Hmmmm. But here's a cute one of the girls and Justin. So there you go.... Us, year by year.

Kinda....

Where in the World is????

M? Okay, I know where she is. She's just upstairs sleeping. And sleeping. And sleeping. And sleeping. This means I can't go run my errands. Which means you get to listen to my musings. Aren't you excited?

Other than two years of my life spent in Vegas, most of my time has been spent living within about a sixty mile span of I-15.

Along this pathway is the lake below:

For those of you who haven't memorized a zillion topographical maps (is this even a topographical map?) this lake is known to most people as "Utah Lake."

Very creative name.

But wait, I haven't got to the sad part. You see, whenever I drive from my house to I-15 I have a lovely view of the lake mentioned above. And EVERY time I see it, I am surprised it's there. Literally.

As in: "Huh, there's a lake there? I never knew that."

How is this possible??????

It's not like it's easy to completely cut a lake out of the map in a person's head. It's not like the lake hasn't been there for much longer than I have. It's not like it doesn't look like a lake. But I just can't seem to get it through my head that it exists. Ever.

Maybe it's because I've never been there.

Or maybe not.

I'm not sure.

For the past few months I've tried to "learn" that this lake exists. I look at it and think, "Look, a lake." But then, the next time I see it, I'm surprised once again to find it exists.

I'm pretty aware of the duck pond on BYU campus. I even believe in the Great Salt Lake.

But Utah Lake?

I'm not so sure.

Maybe it's just a hologram.

Speaking of which I've almost convinced Justin to go see Star Trek with me. Shouldn't that be the other way around?