Bossy Computer

Last night I was feeling irritable.  It was after 10:00, and I get that way then.  I turned off my computer and it said:

"Do not power off or unplug.  Downloading updates."

First of all, updates are my arch enemy because they change things on the computer that you know how to do, and replace them with stupid things that don't work (Microsoft Word, anyone?).

Second of all, I really am annoyed when people tell me what to do.

So, I shut the computer (powered off) and unplugged it to be spiteful.

Yes, I am an adult.  And yes, it made me feel much better.

And we wonder how M turned out so contrary?

The Real Petting Zoo

Last week we visited the petting zoo.  I actually wasn't too impressed.  Not very many animals.  Not very much petting.  Oh well.  The kids were more than pleased, and that's all that matters.

Spring Concert

Last week was our ballet performance.  I don't have any real pictures yet because I had someone else take them... but I do have the "all dressed up and ready to go" pictures.  Look at those tight buns.  Justin said the girls smelled like some kids he knew in highschool who used too much hair product.

Since I was running the performance this year, I was a little nervous.  It seemed to go well though... I had one dancer who wouldn't go on stage, one who wouldn't dance once she was on stage, and one that wouldn't come off when her turn was over.  And that is pretty much a PreBallet show in a nutshell.

M was fairly certain everyone in the audience came just to see her.  She had no idea they were just the other dancers' parents.  I don't think she'd believe me if I told her.

Should we take Quasimodo to the Doctor?

Wow.  This is even bigger in person.  Talk about your goose egg.  He only stops grinning when we try to put ice on it.  Poor guy.

Unrelated

Today, while eating lunch, E and M were trying to explain to me what the priesthood was.  (No, it was not quiz time, E and M just come up with interesting lunch topics all on their own.  One of M's favorites goes like this:  "Mom, is warm, warm?  Is cold, cold?  Is hot, hot?")  Anyway, as I was saying, they were both trying to tell me what the priesthood was.

Said E:  The priesthood is something that makes prayers go faster.

*****

In the car, while running errands at 1:00 pm (dangerous since nap-time is at 2:00 pm) GQ pulled his now famous trick.

He asks for a book.

He holds it up in front of him so that I can't see him in the rearview mirror.

And then he goes to sleep.

He does this often on Sundays after Church, and he totally did it to me today.

The little trickster.

*****

Yesterday at rehearsal (2 hours and 15 minutes long) M decided the best way to close out the time there was to take off her leotard and tights and run around the room naked.

Yep, that's my child.

Hop-Scotch

Grandma sent hoppy taws for Lucky Lilacs.  It was so rainy on Saturday that we didn't get to play until Monday.  M thought I made a huge mistake when I used our chalk to draw the hop-scotch's instead of the chalk Grandma sent.  And, actually, I did draw both hop-scotch's wrong.  Talent, I tell you.  The girls had a lot of fun.  I didn't think they would get it, but E definitely did and M enjoyed jumping.  GQ kept drawing in their hop-scotch's - which only made them mad.  Pretty funny though.

Camping... sort of...

Last weekend our family went camping.... at least, we planned on going camping.  The ward was having their annual camp-out, and E was soooo excited.  Unfortunately, it was very rainy that weekend - and the temperatures dipped down again - so I said "no thanks."  (I also realized I only had 3 sleeping bags for 5 people, and that I no longer live in the land of "let's call Laura and ask if can borrow more.")  We did go to dinner, and E did get to run around in the trees... so I think she forgave us a little.

GQ picked up rocks like a good little boy.

M mostly followed me around.  She pretends to be brave, but is really quite frightened of new things.

E played in the trees (which we learned often drop ticks on people's heads... we did a tick check when we got home and didn't find anything.)

Back at home, we set up the tent in the living room and let the children sleep there.

Eventually GQ got sent to his crib.  But before that happened the giggles were some of the cutest ever.

Car-ride

GQ wanted to wear my sunglasses the other day.  I was lucky enough to have the camera, and not to be driving. 

(Yes, that is M's dolly in his carseat.  He's mostly appropriated it.  Every once in a while she screams for it back and says "but Santa gave that to me," but usually she finds it easier to give him what he wants.  She did keep it for long enough last week to color all over it's face with a pen.  I was going to complain, but I'm pretty sure I regularly put "make-up" on my dolls when I was younger.  Oh well.)

Don't they look angelic?  Sometimes they even are!