Monday, May 11, 2009

My Kind of Mother's Day!

I sat in church yesterday listening to all of the women around me talk about the wonderful jewelry, flowers, and kitchenware they received as gifts for Mother's Day. And as I listened, I thought of the gift that my family got me.
Does my family know & love me or what? And to top it off, the ward young men handed out full-size candy bars as Mother's Day gifts. Happy Mother's Day, indeed!

Frank is 3!!!!


Friday was Frank's big #3 birthday.
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This child truly is the light of my life, and I'd like to list my 3 favorite things about him. (Maybe more, if it's too hard to chose only 3!)
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1. Frank was born to be my own personal salvation. He soothes my soul. I truly believe that the Lord sent this little boy to our family just for me. I can't make it through a day without him there to comfort me & restore to me what the world strips away. (No pressure for him, huh?)
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2. Frank is Mommy's "Snugglebug." I'm so grateful that he hasn't outgrown this yet!
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3. THOSE EYES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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4. Frank loves to share.
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5. Frank is AMAZINGLY loving to everyone around him, especially the baby. I have never seen a child capable of so much empathy & tenderness.
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I'll stop now, although I think I could go on forever.
If you can't tell, I LOVE THIS BOY!!!!!!!!!
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Happy Birthday, Bug!
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We didn't get to do too much celebrating on Friday because the boys had the Father/Son's campout that night. So we had a little birthday breakfast,
opened all of the stuff to have 1 killer T-ball game,
went to lunch & had a HUGE birthday sundae, and then the males of the family were off! Grandpa drove down & they all camped together in his little Scamp trailer.
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Frank had TONS of fun playing with his bestest friend in the whole wide world- Rowley. I really think that these 2 have been buddies since the pre-existence. They have been inseparable since they could walk. Rowley even decided that Frank's grandpa should be his grandpa, too!
The boys had fun climbing the rocks. That's Frank about halfway up with the orange hat on. And if that looks scary to you, Andy says that he was on his way DOWN from the big crack that's almost at the top. YIKES!!!
Frank also got some instruction on how to shoot like a pro. How cute are those little safety glasses?
Andrew & Grandpa had fun competing in the Cornhole Tournament (it's kind of a cross between horseshoes & a beanbag toss), but were cranky when they lost, so they came home. Men!
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All in all, it was a great couple of days for little Frankie, I just hope that he recovers soon. He's been taking 4 hour naps since Saturday!

Saturday, May 2, 2009

I'm the Ugly Stepmother?

While "encouraging" Emma & Frank to pick up their room this evening:
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Emma (while whining hysterically): Why do we always have to be like Cinderella?
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I was also asked to be Ursula this afternoon while the kids played "Under the Sea" games.
No thank you!
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It's nice to know that my kids have such a loving perspective of their mother.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

The Gift of the Magic Carpet

Once upon a time, there was a little family of princes & princesses that lived in a sad, dry, brown kingdom of rocks.
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They longed for color. They longed for soft ground underneath their feet. They longed to have a place to play that wasn't covered in stones & thorns.
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This family was very, very blessed, because they had a fairy godmother that wanted to help them have these things that so many others take for granted.
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So she sent them some magic carpet to transform their ugly, brown backyard into a green wonderland.

A little work was required to have this dream come true, but isn't that how it should be?

The little prince was so excited that he wouldn't even change out of his royal PJ's! However, he was a very good helper & did more than his share of unrolling the magic carpet while the princess was away at school. It was a wonderful surprise for her when she came home.

There was so much excitement & joy in their little kingdom when the magic carpet came to life. It seemed to bring happiness to all that dared touch it.


The little family of princes & princesses is so happy now. They will spend all of their free time on their magic carpet, telling fairy tales & eating royal meals.

So thank you, fairy godmother. You have no idea how much happiness you've brought to our dry, brown kingdom.

Stan, Stan, the Scarecrow Man

So what do you do when evil birdies are pillaging & plundering daily in your garden?
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If you're a country hick like us, you get out the pellet gun & try to blast the culprits into the next county. But, when you try that a few times & never get the varmint, you build yourself a real, authentic scarecrow!
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I don't know why, but I decided that his name should be Stan.
Andy drew up an artist's rendering of Stan, so this is where we started from.

The Beginnings Of Stan

Emma had LOTS of fun stuffing Stan. Frank liked it, but didn't like having the straw stick to him. Wearing Mommy's gardening gloves definitely made it more fun.
Stan had to have Daddy make some wire suspenders so that his pants could stay up. Andy knows how that goes. He's lost so much weight lately that his pants literally fall off his body. Men!
So there you have it. Stan now proudly presides over our garden. We embarrassed him by hanging pie tins & CDs from his arms, but he forgives us. He likes his job.
But guess what?


STAN DOESN'T WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So now we have a very labor- & time-intensive garden ornament.

Sigh- so what do we try now?

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Bird tape! Basically it's a very expensive streamer. I'm positive that I could've bought this at Lowe's or even the party store for about 1/4 the price, but you'd be amazed what you'll do (or pay) when you're fighting for your little plants.
And so far, it's working! (mostly) I've only had 2 plants go missing since the introduction of our newest garden decor. If our garden didn't look white trash before, it certainly does now. And I mean that literally. It really looks like there's trash all over my garden. But I don't care as long as the plants stay put & the birds stay away.

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And just for fun, look what we found this week!

Happy Gardening!

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Garden Stories

I haven't been posting much lately because I have been completely consumed with getting our summer garden up & going. I don't know how many of you remember the garden saga from last year, but if you do, maybe you'll understand why I'm completely obsessed with every little leaf that pokes its little head out from the soil. Ridiculously obsessed. Ask my family- they think I'm totally plant crazy.
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We changed the location from last year's, so we had to start from scratch, again. Unfortunately, the spot we chose has even harder ground that the last spot, so poor Andy spent more than a week getting the soil to break up & be semi-workable.
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Why use just 1 tractor when 2 is so much more fun?

Man, this thing was fun to drive!

Go Daddy go! The kids ventured over a few times, but didn't manage to help him at all.


He even slaved away in the rain & hail on the day before Easter. It was COLD out there! (Notice that all of these pictures are taken from a distance, namely my dining room window? Mommy leaves this part to Daddy.)


Daddy even installed a fancy sprinkler system. Having fun yet, Andy?


Now that the soil was ready & waiting, it was my turn to bring this thing to life.


A little planting & watering, & voila! BIRD FOOD. As soon as the seedlings came up, they were torn out of the ground & destroyed. Darn birds don't even eat the plants, they just toss the little leaves aside like trash. Sometimes I hate nature.

My Kids Are Trying To Kill Me!

Seriously, it's a conspiracy! They're banding together & brainstorming to find the best ways to make their mother crazy.
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I'm not sure I even want to comment on this one, but let's just say that Emma needed to rinse off her feet and somehow that led to this. The thought process in-between is a mystery to me.

Oh no! He can't be getting ready to crawl just yet! But sure enough, he's starting to get that whole little body up off the floor. In fact, he had just started to lay back down when I took this, so he was up even higher. Aaahhh!

Jamie K just had a post about "Stickering as a Verb" More than once lately I have walked by a mirror & noticed that I was be-speckled with stickers. The sad thing is that I don't even remember them doing this to me!

And Frank is doing his best to just melt me into a little puddle of goo by flashing those big brown eyes at me. Seriously, how can I hope to even think straight when faced with these?