And Bear says...

We were watching the princess and the frog.

At the very end when the blond girl (Charlotte) is trying to decide to kiss the frog or not, her hair is pulled back into a huge puff.

Bear noticed, He said,

"Is she wearing a bump-it or something?"

Jealousy

What is the deal with being jealous?

I don't get it.

Somebody tells you they have something really exciting going on and our first reaction is to say,

"I'm so jealous!"

And it seems like its what that person wants to hear.

Alright I'm sure this isn't true for everyone.

I have in the past enjoyed telling others of my fortunes and then reveling in their jealousy, but that was when I was a stupid and selfish teenager. I've grown up a lot since then, and now I feel really bad when people tell me they are jealous of something I'm doing or have. I feel like I need to apologize for something I have worked really hard for or have simply had the fortune of receiving. Like there needs to be some excuse.

Then to make matters worse I tell people I am jealous of their good news.

Why?

I don't really feel jealous, usually I am really excited that they have such an exciting whatever happening, and yet I feel the need to tell them I am jealous.

Well, enough!

No more!

I'm not going to do it anymore. It feels wrong to say and I don't like saying it.

Jealous is very much the wrong word

And Bear says...

"Mom, is there going to be sun on Sunday?"

Sleep

I have a problem.

Its called, "I can't wake up!"

I love being awake in the early morning hours. I love the alone time, I love that my kids should be asleep for a few hours while I sit and read blogs, exercise, sit and enjoy a good book, all without them pulling me in all different directions begging me to do everything for them. Its just not the same at night. After the kids are in bed, I like to get ready to go to bed myself. It takes me so long to unwind and relax enough to fall asleep that if I don't start early I will be up, unable to sleep all night.

So what is my problem?

When it comes morning time, I can't wake up!!!

I really prefer to wake-up at 4:30 AM, that is when Phil wakes up.

If he can do it, I ought to be able to do it, but unless Phil drags me out of bed and turns a cold shower on me (he has never done that by the way) there is no waking me up.

I've tried planning on a later in the morning hour. Like 6 AM, but I still can't seem to drag myself out of bed.

Why is this so hard for me?

I have the want, I have the need, so why not!!!

Phil says that most people can't wake-up that early and so I shouldn't feel bad. But I do feel bad, I feel frustrated, I feel like so what if most people can't, I want to be the one that CAN!

There is really no excuse, none whatsoever.

And I am left with the problem of "I can't wake-up!"

=(

And Bear Says...

"Mom, amn't I going to paint now?"

Lol, I just love that he said "amn't" instead of aren't ;D

Lyon, go to bed!

This is Lyon.

This is what he is saying,

Lyon:Mom, Mom, MooooooM!

Me: What!

Lyon: Can I take a picture of you?

Me:No! Go to bed!

He took a picture anyway, this is how it turned out.

A close up of my blurry face.

Nice

SMASHBURGER!!!

Waiting for the food at Smashburger.

No Bear is not drinking Smashburger fry sauce ;D

(Although it was good enough to)

How I managed to fit in a picture before gobbling down my Smashburger

I simply don't remember,

But that burger was heavenly!

And those Smashburger rosemary olive oil french fries...

Remember that part on When Harry met Sally...

Harry and Sally are in a restaurant...

Oh Yes!!!

The fries are orgasmic!

;D

Napkins are optional, because once you start,

you won't want to stop to wipe your hands and face.

;D

Its just plain ole' good food!

Food that cry's out to you:

Eat Me!

I wasn't paid to write this, I wasn't given free food.

Phil dragged me there one Saturday afternoon for lunch.

Yes dragged.

I didn't want to go.

I am not really a burger person.

Unless it is the burger that Phil and I make at home.

Oh I am so glad Phil dragged me there.

Now I want to go every chance we can!

Its that good!!!

their website

And Rose says...

I was reading a book and realized the story was very similar to another that I had written my self. I was a little frustrated about this, but then remembering the author of the book was a really talented writer I decided:

"This could be a good thing because maybe, just maybe great minds think alike. And if this author has a great mind then maybe mine is great too!"

;p

Is nothing sacred?

Easter is coming up, so I recently bought a few things like Easter buckets and candy for my kids for Easter morning. Well, I hid them in my closet thinking the boys wouldn't see them. Unfortunaley it didn't take them long to find what I had hidden.

I noticed it was really quiet and went looking for Bear and Lyon, I found them in my closet eating the jelly beans. When they saw me, Lyon held up the Easter toy I got for Fenix and said,

"Look this is a present for Sissy!"

I guess my closet is NOT the ideal hiding spot.

After this I am left wondering if they will be as convinced of the Easter Bunny,

seeing as they found what the Easter Bunny is supposed to be bringing on Easter Sunday....

Lol!

And Lyon says...

After I scolded my boys for taking their clothes off their hangers

Lyon says to me,

"Mom, I sorry for pulling my clothes off the hangs"

Toll Booth Exact Coin (posted by Phil;)

Remember THIS post? Well,

At another toll booth we knew the toll was $1 we had it so we went to the "Exact Coin" lane were, to our surprise there was nothing to take our dollar there was just a basket contraption for coins.

(google image)

We sat there for quite some time debating the situation, fold the dollar, give the three quarters we had, what to do, what to do. So we decided what can we do, and we drove on through.

Well a little over a month later what shows up in our mail but a notice from the Car Rental Agency saying we had been charged $11.

$1 for the toll and $10 for an administration fee. So the moral of the story, come prepared with plenty of coins and bills for paying tolls while on vacation.

Thanks for reading :)

-Phil

And Bear Says...

All of you Latter-Day Saints will really be able to appreciate this one,

"Mom, do [LDS] missionaries have guns?"

Lol! No!

Apple sauce

One of my boys (AKA Bear)

got himself some applesauce.

He took one bite and left it on a small table

within Fenix's reach.

Like a moth to a flame I tell you.

One minute she was on the other side of the house,

I turned around once and there she was

in all her glory

spoon feeding the floor,

her legs,

and her mouth.

Well of course I grabbed my camera!

Seriously look how cute she is...

Sadly she tried to pull herself up to standing and I snapped this picture just as she slipped on the applesauce.

Poor thing.

I will give her credit for shaking it off and resuming trying to eat the applesauce.

Though by then I'd put my camera down

;D

And Lyon says...

He comes up behind me and starts tapping me on the shoulder.

I turn around and ask him "What?"

He says,

"Mom, I like bugs.."

Yesterday

Well yesterday did not get better.

I thought it might.

I was able to fit in a shower and a workout without the kids flying in to temper tantrums.

I was in such a good mood because of this that I decided that I would take the kids to the park.

It was nice and sunny outside and we hadn't been to the park in a long time so why not.

Well, I quickly remembered why not.

I suppose its possible I am a glutton for punishment, but what can I do....

The park is located nearly a mile from my house. An easy walk for me alone, but with three kids well it took us 45 minutes. Bear wanted to ride his scooter, so naturally so did Lyon. I strapped on their helmets got Fenix set up in her stroller and we were off. I tried so hard to be patient. I really did, but when Lyon stopped for the hundredth time to get a closer look at a rock or a stick it was all I could do not to fly into a temper tantrum myself. Poor Lyon just wants to explore. He had a hard time steering his scooter and went at the slowest crawl possible. Somehow we managed to make it to the park. Only to find some huge strange dog running around ownerless. At that point I was ready to start bawling. I didn't. Instead I sat down and told Lyon over and over again to please not chase after the dog. It was a strange dog after all who knows what it was capable of. I don't know if it was a "nice" dog, but any dog without an owner says to me, "I must not be nice".

Anyway we finally headed home. Unfortunately I chose the worst possible time to do so. The way home passes an elementary school. School had just gotten out as we headed past it. The swarm of cars, kids, kids on bikes, kids on scooters, kids on skateboards was overwhelming to say the least. Bear got way ahead of me, while I alternately pulled Lyon on his scooter and carried his scooter while he walked beside me. It took us an eternity to get home. But we did manage to do so unscathed.

Of course, Sissy Fenix cried the whole walk home and when I got her out of her stroller I realized why. She was completely soaked, poor baby. So I took her soaked jammy and diaper off and let her crawl around naked for a few minutes to "air out" I thought I'd just check my email real quick. As I sat entranced by my computer I was content letting the horror of our trip to the park fade into the past, only to be shaken from my reverie by a big wet fart. Not mine, oh no, somewhere down below me. I glanced up, and mind you I'd only been on the computer for five minutes, and then looked down and there sat Fenix, in a puddle of poop. The day was apparently bound to be a poopy one. (At least the puddle was on my kitchen floor and not the carpet) Not only was she sitting in this puddle of poop she was playing in it. It was all over a cup that she had and all over her arms. And on top of that she began to be curious as to the nature of this wet stuff around her and started dipping her finger in it. Luckily I stopped her before it ended up in her mouth. I Cried out to Bear to please go get the wipes, while I picked up Fenix and moved her out of the puddle. I set her on another spot on my kitchen floor where she tried to crawl from to have a better view of her puddle. I was trying to clean up the puddle while she crawled around the kitchen leaving butt prints of poo along the way. Now there is something that I never thought I'd be talking about, poopy butt prints.

Oh dear, the adventure continues, what will happen next......

I must say that as I write this this morning I am laughing very hard, so no worries all is well ;D

And Bear Says...

"Mom, I want to be a writer when I grow up."

Monday mournings

Its Monday morning.

Eight AM.

Its already started out to be a crappy day.

I am really really hoping that from this point on, this day will go forward awesomely.

I woke-up to one little boy asking if it was alright if he could get in the shower because he had an accident last night (he peed his bed). I told him to go ahead. The next thing I knew my second little boy was by my bed side yelling at me. I couldn't understand what he was saying. So in my half asleep state I tried to guess what he needed, every guess was wrong, and every guess made my little boy madder. He yelled and cried, and screamed.

Yes, this is exactly the way that I want to wake-up in the morning. Already being told that I am a bad Mom, not good enough, and already feeling guilty for not waking up before my kids did. If I had I would have been prepared for this onslaught of "Momomomomomomomomomomomom, MOOOOOOM!"

As it was I was completely caught off guard.

When I finally figured out what my little boy wanted it was too late. He needed to go to the bathroom, but the other little boy was already in there. In his yelling at me angry state the little boy pooped his pants and was thoroughly upset about it. So I put him in my shower. So both boys were taking showers. It took five minutes for all the hot water to be gone. All because we didn't turn our water heaters temp up high enough when we got home from our vacation in Florida. So there stood my little boy shiver shaking, freezing cold, and with poop still running down his legs.

Moral of this story:

-Wake-up before your kids and you will have a better day.

-Ingrain in your child's head that there are two bathrooms (if there are multiple bathrooms in your house, if not I feel for that, I grew up in a one bathroom house) and that if someone is in one then they should use the other.

-Make sure your water heater is turned up high enough that you don't run out of hot water ten minutes after turning it on, or five minutes after two people have turned it on.

PS-I received an award from this lovely lady's blog last week and I wanted to say thank you very much ;D