Pony Slaughter

Sam: "Hmm, which pony should I kill first?"

Noelle: "No! Sam! Don't kill my ponies! (Sobbing)"

That was an especially tasty little morsel I overheard yesterday. I can't count how many times my brothers "killed" my Ponies, Cabbage Patch Dolls, and Barbies when I was a girl. Often I would find them naked and tossed down the stairs or, better yet, hanging by a clothes hanger from the ceiling light. Oh the agony it caused me. Oh the sadistic delight it brought to my brothers. Where do boys learn this and at 4-years old? Oh Noelle and Ruby, I feel for you both already.

Still Lost

Still lost.

And I'm Not Shy to Admit It

Sam's self portrait. Rendered at Church. I wonder what his teachers thought.

Holy Moley!

If I wasn't so lazy, I would have gotten my nice SLR camera for this shot so you could see what Noelle is pointing to. It's something she is most proud of and likes to look at about 15 times a day. It's the first thing she shows me in the morning and pretty much every hour between 7am and 8 pm. It's her very own mole! She loves it. She loves to point on the mole above my lip and then show me she has one too. I love that she loves her mole. I want her to have a slough of freckles on her face like her beautiful birth mother. I'm hoping this is the start. If not, well, she's certainly happy with the one.

Left and Right

I was doing dishes one night and glanced up out my window to see this...

on the left side of my house and this . . .

on the right side.

Gimme a Kiss

The neighbor boy around the corner had a Batman birthday party. Batman cookies were served. Noelle enjoyed hers and Sam . . . well, it's hard to tell.

My True Mother's Day

This is a picture of my mom, with my oldest brother, Nasson, circa 1974. I didn't feel like using a picture of myself. I liked this one better.

Anyway, woke up today. Mother's Day. Chad was sick. Too sick to move. I got up, got myself and the kids ready for 9am Church. Wrestled with them during Sacrament meeting, took them potty 4 times during said meeting, missed the "gift" they give to moms because I was wiping bums in the bathroom. Went to my meetings, chased the kids down the halls and back into the car after Church. Fed them lunch. Put them down for naps. Made a potato salad for dinner while they were napping. Bathed them. Took them to a friend's house who invited us over for a birthday dinner. Took them potty 4 times during said visit. More poo. Made sure they both ate properly, played nice, cleaned up after themselves. Wrestled them back in the van. Got them home, brushed and flossed teeth. Said prayers. Read books. Sang songs. Got my hubby in bed too. More poo from Noelle. Changed her. Found her puppy doll. Re-tucked her in. The time is 10:50 pm. Now, if that is not a picture of what a TRUE mom does on Mother's Day, I don't know what is. Am I bummed I wasn't pampered and spoiled all day? Absolutely not. I have two beautiful babies, another one on the way, a husband who works relentlessly so I can stay home. I get to be a mom. What more could I want? Happy Mother's Day!

Random Thought of the Day

Let's be honest. I have about a zillion mild-to-severe random thoughts everyday. Here's one for today, Thursday, May 6th, 2010:

How do clothes have so much lint? For real? You could wash the same shirt or towel a hundred times and STILL the lint filter will be full of lint. Where does it all come from? Why are my towels not yet threadbare? It amazes me. It astonishes me. It CONFOUNDS me. (Can you tell today is a laundry day--I am currently procrastinating the folding of said laundry to compose this post).