Oh there you are Peter...

This is why my husband is the best. Enough said.

Headbands, Yogurt Lids, and a Squishy Bath

Let me tell you about the precious knit hats and headbands I encountered at "Hush Baby." I have become obssessed with foliage growing out of my baby's noggin. As you will see below, my infatuation is totally justified.


So, there's good news and bad news. The good news is Kameron is precious and would look heavenly in one of these. Bad news... at this particular place it would cost about $18.50 PLUS TAX to get your hands on one of these. I was shocked (the knit hats were $50!!!!!), so I poked and prodded one as inconspicuously as possible without the store owner flashing me dirty looks. But hey, I figure I can make the same darn thing for a couple of bucks.

After that I ended up pretty grumpy for the rest of the day. I'm not sure if it was because of the headband thing, or if it was because I think I caught the flu from Calvin. My day didn't get any better when Kameron choked this evening. Brian was feeding her crackers in the kitchen while I cooked dinner and she started to choke. I mean she choked. Like she turned blue. And I, in all of my motherly instinct, shoved my finger down her throat to retrieve.... a piece of yogurt lid?!?! I mean I've joked about not vacuuming as often as I should, but REALLY?!?! I felt AWFUL. I decided to make myself and her feel better by taking a bath with her after dinner. This is absolutely one of my favorite things to do. Her sweet skin is so soft and squishy. I love it. My dear husband tells me as soon as I closed the bathroom door Calvin turns to Brian and says, "Whew. Now WE finally get to do what WE want to do." I must be pretty hardcore. ;)

Stay tuned for pictures of Halloween costumes, I sewed Kameron's and it's pretty awesome if I do say so myself....

Mrs. Bojangles

I've been really wanting to take a dance class for the last couple of years. I danced a lot growing up and I've been atempting to lose the last of the baby weight so I wouldn't completely embarass myself if I walked into a dance studio. Well, economic times are tough and I don't see us spending money on dance classes anytime soon. Sad for me. To cheer myself up, I went up into the attic yesterday and brought my bag down that has all my dance shoes in it. I strapped on my tap shoes, plopped Kameron into her jumper, and went to town on our kitchen floor. I was having a BLAST. Here is the reaction I get from my family...

Kameron: shreiking in delight (not sure if she's laughing at me, or with me)

Benson: he is FREAKING OUT, running around the house in circles at 25 miles/hour (out of fear, maybe?)

Brian: blank stare. Not sure what that means.

My Dad when I told him on the phone today what I did: "Ya even got any talent left in those feet?" he asks.

CRUSH MY DREAMS EVERYONE!!! CRUSH THEM!!!!! YOU CAN'T BREAK ME!!!

My how times have changed.

I was talking to someone recently about my goals that I had back in high school. I had made a list at the time of all the things I wanted to accomplish before I die. My list is quite different these days. What a sign of the times....

Teenage List of Life Goals
1. Be a back-up dancer in a Britney Spears video
2. Model in a hair commercial
3. Oh, yeah, go to college
4. Stand on top of the tallest building (creative I know)


Current List of Life Goals
1. Take a shower by 9:00am
2. Lose the last 5 pounds off my butt
3. Birth enough children to make a baseball team
4. Vaccum this month

Pumpkin Patch

We went to a really cute pumpkin patch out in Silverdale yesterday. It had a corn maze and everything. Adore my precious family...

General Conference

We were watching conference this morning as a family in our living room. During one of the talks Calvin asked me if that man was the prophet. I told him, "No, that's an apostle." Calvin, not hearing me right exclaims "(GASP!) That man is a fossil?!?!!!" I couldn't help but laugh. I love that little bugger.

Transformers: More than meets the eye.

I have a very fulfilling life. My days are filled with taking care of my adorable kids, kissing my sexy husband, and cleaning my beautiful home. One of the things I look most forward to each day... transformers. Oh, this is not a game in our house. It is very serious. Calvin spends every last penny of his allowance on Transformers, and in turn, it is what I find myself playing every afternoon. Like I said, this is very serious. It is scripted. Calvin tells me everything I am supposed to say (it makes it very easy). So, take this evening for example. Here I am sitting on the family room floor with Kameron in my lap and "Cross Hairs" in my hand (I could write a whole other blog on the names they give transformers). "Air Raid- I thought you were a decepticon" Calvin tells me to say. I repeat. "No, of course not, I'm an autobot" "Let's transform and roll out..." and here comes the BEST PART. The Transformer transforming sound effects. This is taken me a long time to figure out how to do. "Wha-ch-chi-chu". This whole last year has seriously been filled with "MOM! NO! That's NOT how you do it!" With an eye roll Calvin usually whips the transformer out of my hand and does the sound effects for me. I think it's a chromosome that males already have that gives them this ability, us females on the otherhand, it takes a little bit longer. But I finally got it! So, here I am "Wha-ch-chi-ing" and I have come to realize I have not even a clue how to even begin the 20 steps to transform the guy. Meanwhile- 'Air Raid' is off destroying the city and Kameron is drooling all over 'Cross Hairs.' I fumble around trying to transform him for about 2 minutes before Calvin comes to look at my non-progress. "MOM! YOU AREN'T DOING IT RIGHT!!" He'll thank me someday...