The book exchange with Ms. Debbie...
Oooo! Oooo! Which book will I get??
Can't. Unwrap. Fast. Enough.
Dang! Someone double taped this sucker!
The Foot Book! I love Feet!
How did this person know that I love to clip my nails and stick my feet on my brother's face when he is on the ground?!?!
Look at my amazing cookie! I know my sister is looking b/c she is getting really frustrated in the background b/c she's not getting one with HER name on it.
Life can be hard.
But not for me today!
Landry Lovin'
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
More fascinating artwork...
I'm not sure at what age I need to be worried.
First, the whole gallery of onlookers reminds me of a kind of royal version of Joseph's dreams and we all know how well those dreams were received...
Secondly, Shelby explained to me that the large girl was her with a crown on.
She draws herself with a crown. every. single. time.
She also told me that she is a REAL princess. Maybe the whole Kate & William wedding made a bigger impression than I thought. She asked who Kate was in the supermarket and I told her she was a real princess. Commence unhealthy staring of a magazine cover by the four year old as I finish checking out.
The other day at lunch she asked me who she was going to marry. Sheesh! Already?! I said I didn't know but I was praying for him and that God knew and that I prayed he would be a man that loved the Lord, etc.
Her response: I bet he's handsome.
How to you come back from that?
First, the whole gallery of onlookers reminds me of a kind of royal version of Joseph's dreams and we all know how well those dreams were received...
Secondly, Shelby explained to me that the large girl was her with a crown on.
She draws herself with a crown. every. single. time.
She also told me that she is a REAL princess. Maybe the whole Kate & William wedding made a bigger impression than I thought. She asked who Kate was in the supermarket and I told her she was a real princess. Commence unhealthy staring of a magazine cover by the four year old as I finish checking out.
The other day at lunch she asked me who she was going to marry. Sheesh! Already?! I said I didn't know but I was praying for him and that God knew and that I prayed he would be a man that loved the Lord, etc.
Her response: I bet he's handsome.
How to you come back from that?
Monday, January 30, 2012
Behold, an Angel of the Lord...
What you see before you is a young girl fulfilling one of her greatest dreams: playing an angel in the Christmas pageant.
"Ha! That's your dream, Mom!" you might say.
Though I am not a completely objective outsider I encourage you to look deeper and notice
1. the ample application of sparkly gold through out the costume.
2. the golden crown. (You say halo. Shelby disagrees. You will NEVER win that argument. Move on for your own sanity.)
3. the giant wings strapped to her back. (She's in a little bit of a Tinkerbell phase and has been "waking up" from "nap time" with wings on. Heels optional.)
Yep. Girl was pretty pumped about her big night.
If you look in the background you will notice some spinning wise men who seemed pretty jazzed as well when I dropped her off at her classroom.
What you may notice in this picture which Mommy did not is the giant ring on her finger. I am constantly de-blinging my daughter before entering the public eye ("Less is more honey.")
Guess I missed that one, well, until I noticed it on stage. I thought I had held the preparations to a tasteful coating of body glitter and some clear nail polish. Can't win them all I guess.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
The Curse of Benny Bear
I was sitting calmly in the pickup line waiting for Shelby when it happened.
I didn't see it coming.

"Mom! Benny Bear is mine for the weekend and we get to record all our adventures and take pictures and do lots of fun stuff!"
Stupid bear.
I mean, I hate to be a killjoy but shouldn't there have been some sort of written warning so I could shift around our Disneyland vacation or something? I had a giant Sunday school party at my house that night and Seth ended up getting caught in surgery for a chunk of the weekend.
Fascinating adventures right there.
To make matters worse I almost forgot about the bear until the night before hence only two pictures. THANK YOU NINI!!! for taking pictures while you watched Shelby and made gingerbread men otherwise it would have been the lamest entry in the notebook.

Is it sad that I had to stage a game of Candyland the night before?
As I typed up the "amazing adventures" of Benny Bear (while muttering under my breath), I flipped through previous entries. Of course there were a few mom's who felt the need to make us all look bad, but, overall, the entries were filled with "I (Benny Bear) got to go with Sarah to her brother's soccer game all day on Saturday" or "I got to swing on the swing in the backyard! How fun!." I began to feel much better about Benny's adventures or lack thereof. Apparently, all the other moms lead a somewhat similar life that does not include:
a. jetting away to tropical destinations on the weekends
b. mingling with the rich and famous
c. leaving the house much unless is is to attend another child's function or go to the store
I got Benny's letter typed up and he managed to make it back w/o a dog gnawing on him or getting dropped in a puddle.
I'll just go ahead and mark this one in my motherhood "victory column."
It's running low.
I didn't see it coming.

"Mom! Benny Bear is mine for the weekend and we get to record all our adventures and take pictures and do lots of fun stuff!"
Stupid bear.
I mean, I hate to be a killjoy but shouldn't there have been some sort of written warning so I could shift around our Disneyland vacation or something? I had a giant Sunday school party at my house that night and Seth ended up getting caught in surgery for a chunk of the weekend.
Fascinating adventures right there.
To make matters worse I almost forgot about the bear until the night before hence only two pictures. THANK YOU NINI!!! for taking pictures while you watched Shelby and made gingerbread men otherwise it would have been the lamest entry in the notebook.

Is it sad that I had to stage a game of Candyland the night before?
As I typed up the "amazing adventures" of Benny Bear (while muttering under my breath), I flipped through previous entries. Of course there were a few mom's who felt the need to make us all look bad, but, overall, the entries were filled with "I (Benny Bear) got to go with Sarah to her brother's soccer game all day on Saturday" or "I got to swing on the swing in the backyard! How fun!." I began to feel much better about Benny's adventures or lack thereof. Apparently, all the other moms lead a somewhat similar life that does not include:
a. jetting away to tropical destinations on the weekends
b. mingling with the rich and famous
c. leaving the house much unless is is to attend another child's function or go to the store
I got Benny's letter typed up and he managed to make it back w/o a dog gnawing on him or getting dropped in a puddle.
I'll just go ahead and mark this one in my motherhood "victory column."
It's running low.
Sleeeeepy
Scary.
Picture session
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