Playing Conference

EVICTED!

The mattress in our main bedroom has housed me all week. It's been a fair rent agreement: I lay on it all day, and all I have to remit as payment is my excruciating pain and endless torment. My bed loves me and the streptococcal bacteria I'm incubating.

This morning I was evicted. My antibiotics are working. I took up my sick bed and walked....to the bathroom. When I came back, I found the new tenants. I couldn't be happier.

Tonight

During scriptures tonight, we were reading about Peter testifying of Christ in the new testament. (We read out of the children's reader, which shows pictures of the people wearing ancient style clothes.) Dustin explained that Peter was an apostle. Max asked what it meant to be an apostle, so Dustin replied that it was sort of like being a prophet. To this, Max replied "so why don't the guys in this story have suits?"



I looked at Sam tonight during bed time routine. He's growing up. I never thought I'd say this- especially about Sam- but I want my kids to stay little forever. They are so sweet because mom can still make everything better. Their little toes and fingers are always so busy. Imaginations are so raw and creative.

Dustin bought the boys some YOP (drinkable yogurt), it comes with a cap. Max asked if he could keep the containers for a craft. It was like Christmas for him when I said yes. Dustin pointed out, "At least he's thrifty."

We've been thinking A LOT where Dustin will practice when he's done in a month- huzzah! I'm getting a little worried because while he's had a few interviews up here, none are really enticing because of the frigidity of this frozen wasteland. How do you choose?

Enough rambling. Next post shall have some pictures of beautiful Victoria, and Spencer and Nicole's monumental day.

Over and out.

This is not the face of fear....

Can you believe this is our little Elle? She's growing up so fast! This is the second time she crawled in as many minutes, and it was the 22nd of February. It was funny to watch her try and learn to crawl because she would get up on her hands and knees, and then stand and bear walk for a few strides. That quickly ceased and she figured it out. She was so determined to get where she wanted to go, she never cried when she would face plant. (She's seven months in this video)

Photo Dose

Brace yourself- here is January and my birthday in photo form. Enjoy.

I wish this was better quality, but it was taken at night with an iphone, so it is what it is. This is me snow-shoeing with 4 ft. snow shoes. That was super fun!


Sam's spiderman Band-aid


My 3 little Pigs


Max helping with my birthday waffle supper


Sam "helping" with my birthday cake


We folded Elle with the other laundry


Happy Elle before church


Max asked me one day- "Would you like me to build you a one hundred out of Lego?" uh, sure Max. I didn't know what the heck he was talking about. Then, two seconds later, he shows up with this. I wish I had something to mark with one hundred


Raclette night


The boys at the raclette


Elle's first food- rice cereal. Not well received.


"You want me to eat WHAT?"


Cute little Max


Max's spaceship

Dad+Max+Lego= FUN (for them)


Peek-a-boo Max!

Green Eggs and Ham

"I am Sam.
Sam I am."

The first two lines of Sam's favorite book, Green Eggs and Ham. Whenever I do the voice of the dude that doesn't like 'that Sam I am', he looks at me like I'm telling him I don't like him. I ask him all the time, 'Are you Sam I am?' and he ALWAYS replies, "NO! I just SAM!"

There are some things that make up my little Sammy, and, good or green eggs and ham, make me love him even more.

Sam is:
*Two-period.
*loving his silly hairline and telling me "It's grows up, mommy". Which it does, and then grows down. Think of a wave and you've got the front of his hair.

*enamoured with Max. He follows him around and does EXACTLY as Max does.

*a friend to Lego Men everywhere. "Look mommy, I found a Lego man" pulled from his church pants pocket. Or. "Where's my Lego Manses?"

*not laid back, but wants to wear the Hang Loose shirt Grandma and Grandpa brought back from Hawaii. He makes the sign with his little hands and tells us to "hang moose".

*excited to see his dad. I picked him up from nursery today and the first thing he said was "Where's my dad?" But with the sweetest little voice and the cutest little hair tuft in the front.

*fearless. You name it, he's climbed it. and jumped. or fell.


*sweet. "May I have this nacho?" as he takes a crumb from the plate.

*underestimated and sometimes overlooked. it makes me sad to say, but lots of times Sam gets the 2 year old bad rap. Max never went through the search-and-destroy-stage, so I often compare the two which is wrong. Sammy really is a sweet, wonderful little kid that teaches me love and patience everyday.

I love this little dude, and know he's got a lot more to teach me, and maybe one day I can proclaim, "I do like them, Sam I am! I do like green eggs and ham!"

THAT explains it!

2010 was not my year. I have never had so many mishaps, accidents, or general unluckiness.

The Chinese Zodiac has proven why.

I am a rat. Rats are charming, and -ahem- elegant. Last year was the year of the Tiger. Tigers are fast paced and CRAZY. Rats, therefore are non- compliant with Tigers. WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THIS BEFORE NOW!?

Seriously, though, I cannot figure out why this year has been so WEIRD! I was never so happy to welcome in a New Year because my friend and I are always joking about 2010 just being the worst year of all time for me. I won't go into all the insanity, but know this- 2011 has got to be better than previous.

Or at least I had hopes of this being a reality.

Last night some chick on her cell phone ran a stop sign, and I hit her. T-bone style. So frustrating. However, we only had to wait for an hour for the Police Service to get there, and my van ended up being drivable. No tow- truck needed. Upside: not my fault. Downside: my back hurts. Oh well.

I really hope 2011, or the year of the Rabbit brings me better luck. I found this online though: "This year is generally considered as an unfavourable year since 2011 will usher in the Wood Rabbit in a Metal Year. Since the metal element generally works against the wood element, expect at least some uncertainties and continued troubles carried over from the roller-coaster Tiger Year."
Oh. boy.
At least I can brush last night's incident under the rug, and chalk it up to the fact that the new zodiac year doesn't begin until February Third.

Maybe, though, I should invest in one of those weird gold cats with it's paw up and put it in my front window. You're goin' down, Rabbit!