Bud: Pie get out of my room.
Bud (with a little more volume and emotion): Pie, get out of my room! I don't want you in here! Get out!
Bud (almost in tears): Pie, I told you. Get out. I'm gonna tell Mom. I'm serious. I'm gonna tell Mom!
Bud (at the top of his lungs): Mmmmooooooooommmmmmmm! Pie is in my room and won't get out.
Hot Mom (annoyed): Pie! Get out of your brother's room. Right now!
Bud (peaking out of his room completely calm): Mom, she's not in here.
Hot Mom (totally perplexed): Then why are you screaming?
Bud (nonchalantly): I'm just practicing.
No wonder Pie is paranoid.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Water Fight with Hot Water...Because That is How We Roll
Hello Blog,
Oh how I have missed you. I have been gone for three weeks. I have been on an extended work/vacation going from the heat to the land of the "Frozen Chosen", to Zion, and across the country to the state of "Live Free or Die", and back to the depths of He**.
I have had limited computer access at different intervals, and I have so much to say and show you. However, it is 118 degrees outside right now, and I have to go make strawberry jam, but first our family will engage in a water fight with hot water. "Why would we do that?" You might ask. Because there is NO other type of water here. All water comes out of the pipes burning hot. I think we actually turned our hot water heater off. I do have the water balloons on ice as we speak, but I am not hopeful that they will be even the slightest bit cool.
I do however want to tell you that I LOVED my trip to Canada. It felt a little like coming home. How can a country who loves chocolate and Pepsi not have a little soft spot in my heart?
So, until I can dazzle you with my wit and beautiful landscape pics I will leave you with the first tidbit of my trip.
On the shuttle bus at the Las Vegas Airport (5am). Man sits down next to attractive woman, and asks, "So are you flying today?" Without missing a beat she responds, "Nope, I just like to hang out at the airport."
Here's your sign!
Oh how I have missed you. I have been gone for three weeks. I have been on an extended work/vacation going from the heat to the land of the "Frozen Chosen", to Zion, and across the country to the state of "Live Free or Die", and back to the depths of He**.
I have had limited computer access at different intervals, and I have so much to say and show you. However, it is 118 degrees outside right now, and I have to go make strawberry jam, but first our family will engage in a water fight with hot water. "Why would we do that?" You might ask. Because there is NO other type of water here. All water comes out of the pipes burning hot. I think we actually turned our hot water heater off. I do have the water balloons on ice as we speak, but I am not hopeful that they will be even the slightest bit cool.
I do however want to tell you that I LOVED my trip to Canada. It felt a little like coming home. How can a country who loves chocolate and Pepsi not have a little soft spot in my heart?
So, until I can dazzle you with my wit and beautiful landscape pics I will leave you with the first tidbit of my trip.
On the shuttle bus at the Las Vegas Airport (5am). Man sits down next to attractive woman, and asks, "So are you flying today?" Without missing a beat she responds, "Nope, I just like to hang out at the airport."
Here's your sign!
Friday, June 3, 2011
All About Me: By Bubba
The following is taken from a kindergarten project written and produced by Bubba (italicized words were written by Bubba himself).
"My name is Bubba.
I am 6 years old.
My eyes are brown.
My hair is brown.
The thing I like best about school is lunch and pe.
My favorite animal is a tigre.
My favorite food is sae food (imagine a Southern drawl).
My favorite game is the kuntucudrbe (we think this is Kentucky Derby).
My favorite book is hary potr (he's never read this book or had it read to him...but, okay).
My favorite thing to do is be stubrn (preaching to the choir on this one).
My best friend is a fotbol plary.
Things I like to do with my friends are get my nerf guns tu cun u wae and tont my mom (re: get my Nerf guns taken away and taunt my mom).
Something I do really well at: being werd.
What people like about me: becus i rock.
Ways I am a good friend: I fix thar Moms car so they can go sum war. I am lasy."
That concludes this week's episode of getting to know Bubba.
Bubba: Top left...nuff said!
"My name is Bubba.
I am 6 years old.
My eyes are brown.
My hair is brown.
The thing I like best about school is lunch and pe.
My favorite animal is a tigre.
My favorite food is sae food (imagine a Southern drawl).
My favorite game is the kuntucudrbe (we think this is Kentucky Derby).
My favorite book is hary potr (he's never read this book or had it read to him...but, okay).
My favorite thing to do is be stubrn (preaching to the choir on this one).
My best friend is a fotbol plary.
Things I like to do with my friends are get my nerf guns tu cun u wae and tont my mom (re: get my Nerf guns taken away and taunt my mom).
Something I do really well at: being werd.
What people like about me: becus i rock.
Ways I am a good friend: I fix thar Moms car so they can go sum war. I am lasy."
That concludes this week's episode of getting to know Bubba.
Bubba: Top left...nuff said!
Thursday, June 2, 2011
A Month in the Life
To blog or not to blog?
That is the question.
Over the past year when things would happen in my life I would run through my mind how I would document it on my blog. The past few months the blog has been like another job, complete with the guilt of letting it slide. Let’s not forget Cool Dad who did NOT step in and pick up the slack.
Then it happened…I realized that this is my journal, this is how I have documented the past year of our life. I started the blog when we moved to our new home. I wanted to be able to keep family and friends updated on our happenings, but it has become so much more, and I realized if I don’t document the wonderful things my kids are doing I will lose them forever, not to mention that Cool Dad’s antics must be documented for future “use” against him.
So, here it goes.
Bubba calls oatmeal Yoatmeal.
Pie calls photographers photographiers (photograph e ears).
When you ask College Daughter how something not so good feels. She still says, “not berry good.” Just like when she was little.
College daughter likes to lay on the couch with her head in my lap and tell me all about college while I play with her hair.
Pie can’t wait to start swim team in a few weeks.
Bubba wants to play flag football more than he wants to breathe.
Cool Dad and I drove College Daughter and her friend, Noelle to the beach in San Deigo, and they didn’t even get in the water.
Pie prays every night that she will get the 3rd grade teacher that she wants. I do too.
Bubba would play Mario Kart 24/7 if we would let him.
Hot Mom misses FarmGirl and AnneBabe.
Pie can’t wait to spend some time with Aunt Nona this summer for some rock polishing, and Bubba wants to call her every day and remind her that she promised him he could ride a horse when he is there this summer.
Bubba asks, “How many more minutes?” ALL OF THE TIME. For EVERYTHING.
Cool Dad is taking Hot Mom to a COLD location for the big anniversary trip (does he not know me at all)?
Bubba finished his second season of T-ball. Is there anything cuter than little boys in baseball uniforms?
Pie is getting to be so grown up. It is fun to take her to the grocery store with me. She is a big help.
College daughter has determined that manual labor is not for her. The lifeguards had to clean the pool and paint the play structure prior the pool opening. Good thing she is in college.
Bubba and Cool Dad had an awesome time at Father’s and Sons. They really need a new tent. Every year they sleep in a one man pup tent.
Cool Mom got the worst sunburn of her life floating down the river on a tube. Sunscreen is awesome, and when it is applied you should not miss random spots like armpits, a stripe down one leg, and a stripe across the thighs. It is an interesting look.
Now you are all caught up. There is only one thing left to say, as only Alice Cooper can.
SCHOOLS OUT FOR SUMMER!!
Bring it. The Heat Wavers are ready!!
That is the question.
Over the past year when things would happen in my life I would run through my mind how I would document it on my blog. The past few months the blog has been like another job, complete with the guilt of letting it slide. Let’s not forget Cool Dad who did NOT step in and pick up the slack.
Then it happened…I realized that this is my journal, this is how I have documented the past year of our life. I started the blog when we moved to our new home. I wanted to be able to keep family and friends updated on our happenings, but it has become so much more, and I realized if I don’t document the wonderful things my kids are doing I will lose them forever, not to mention that Cool Dad’s antics must be documented for future “use” against him.
So, here it goes.
Bubba calls oatmeal Yoatmeal.
Pie calls photographers photographiers (photograph e ears).
When you ask College Daughter how something not so good feels. She still says, “not berry good.” Just like when she was little.
College daughter likes to lay on the couch with her head in my lap and tell me all about college while I play with her hair.
Pie can’t wait to start swim team in a few weeks.
Bubba wants to play flag football more than he wants to breathe.
Cool Dad and I drove College Daughter and her friend, Noelle to the beach in San Deigo, and they didn’t even get in the water.
Pie prays every night that she will get the 3rd grade teacher that she wants. I do too.
Bubba would play Mario Kart 24/7 if we would let him.
Hot Mom misses FarmGirl and AnneBabe.
Pie can’t wait to spend some time with Aunt Nona this summer for some rock polishing, and Bubba wants to call her every day and remind her that she promised him he could ride a horse when he is there this summer.
Bubba asks, “How many more minutes?” ALL OF THE TIME. For EVERYTHING.
Cool Dad is taking Hot Mom to a COLD location for the big anniversary trip (does he not know me at all)?
Bubba finished his second season of T-ball. Is there anything cuter than little boys in baseball uniforms?
Pie is getting to be so grown up. It is fun to take her to the grocery store with me. She is a big help.
College daughter has determined that manual labor is not for her. The lifeguards had to clean the pool and paint the play structure prior the pool opening. Good thing she is in college.
Bubba and Cool Dad had an awesome time at Father’s and Sons. They really need a new tent. Every year they sleep in a one man pup tent.
Cool Mom got the worst sunburn of her life floating down the river on a tube. Sunscreen is awesome, and when it is applied you should not miss random spots like armpits, a stripe down one leg, and a stripe across the thighs. It is an interesting look.
Now you are all caught up. There is only one thing left to say, as only Alice Cooper can.
SCHOOLS OUT FOR SUMMER!!
Bring it. The Heat Wavers are ready!!
Friday, May 6, 2011
The Birthday Boy
My baby is six.
I keep thinking that my birthdays are painful, but this one was by far the worst. The whole year he was five I kept telling myself he was still really just a toddler because he could fit into 5T clothes, but it just isn’t true anymore. He is a little boy. I have about five minutes each morning right when he wakes up to pretend he is my baby, but once he is off and running, it is all over.
I am also sad to report that you know it is your last child when this is how you wrap their birthday presents, which he got to open a day early since we left on a San Diego overnighter early on his actual birthday. He is very happy with his presents, including his Wii Mario Kart.
To take a little of the birthday sting away College Daughter came home for a few days once her semester ended. We had a great time having her here for Easter, and for Bubba’s birthday.
San Diego was a ton of fun, and the little kids were excited to hit the beach. It was a bit chilly at the beach, but that didn’t slow them down one bit.
We stayed in Oceanside, and we were pretty close to the Marina. We had promised Bubba he could eat dinner wherever he wanted since it was his birthday. He picked McDonalds, but Cool Dad couldn’t find one close to us. Cool Dad found a few restaurants that were close. You should have heard his “selling” the restaurants he wanted to go to. We ended up at Joe’s Crab Shack, and everyone was happy. Bubba even got serenaded by the whole restaurant for his birthday.
The next morning we went to the Old Town to the Mormon Batallion Museum, the tides pools, and Cabrillo lighthouse. It was a quick trip, but so fun to have the whole family together again. We really miss College Daughter when she is not here.
Yes, I know Bubba's birthday was last month, but I am giving myslef a 30 day window here.
I keep thinking that my birthdays are painful, but this one was by far the worst. The whole year he was five I kept telling myself he was still really just a toddler because he could fit into 5T clothes, but it just isn’t true anymore. He is a little boy. I have about five minutes each morning right when he wakes up to pretend he is my baby, but once he is off and running, it is all over.
I am also sad to report that you know it is your last child when this is how you wrap their birthday presents, which he got to open a day early since we left on a San Diego overnighter early on his actual birthday. He is very happy with his presents, including his Wii Mario Kart.
To take a little of the birthday sting away College Daughter came home for a few days once her semester ended. We had a great time having her here for Easter, and for Bubba’s birthday.
San Diego was a ton of fun, and the little kids were excited to hit the beach. It was a bit chilly at the beach, but that didn’t slow them down one bit.
We stayed in Oceanside, and we were pretty close to the Marina. We had promised Bubba he could eat dinner wherever he wanted since it was his birthday. He picked McDonalds, but Cool Dad couldn’t find one close to us. Cool Dad found a few restaurants that were close. You should have heard his “selling” the restaurants he wanted to go to. We ended up at Joe’s Crab Shack, and everyone was happy. Bubba even got serenaded by the whole restaurant for his birthday.
The next morning we went to the Old Town to the Mormon Batallion Museum, the tides pools, and Cabrillo lighthouse. It was a quick trip, but so fun to have the whole family together again. We really miss College Daughter when she is not here.
Yes, I know Bubba's birthday was last month, but I am giving myslef a 30 day window here.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Bubba Goes to College
I have been meaning to post this blog all week. Last Monday night Bubba went to school with me. Some of you parents out there may be familiar with the divide and conquer method of parenting. When both parents have someplace they need to be and there is not a babysitter available you assign the children to the activities where they will do the least amount of damage.
Cool Dad had to attend a public meeting for work, and I had to go to school. Normally I would not have taken Bubba with me, but the instructor in my archaeology class is making sure we have some "hands on" experiences, and that night night we were scheduled to perform a survey that she had set up in an empty field on campus. I knew we would also have some in class time too, so I packed a little chair for him, and some reading and math books to work on, and off we went to school.
First things first. Apparently at some point I told him my school was orange. He was quick to point out that I lied. Next, we arrived in the classroom where he promtly made himself at home and read Green Eggs and Ham out loud to everyone as they filed into the classroom.
At last, it was time to go outside. He was so excited, he could hardly wait for "recess" to start. We all lined up to start our survey, and the teacher even gave him some flags so he could mark any artifacts he found. He was actually quite good at it and was so proud he found some things that other students just walked by. Luckily he was there to point out to all of them that he was a better surveyor than them. Once "recess" ended we had a small break and I splurged and bought him a drink and candy at the vending machine. He LOVED that.
Finally we headed back to class where the instructor lectured on survey techniques. He sat there so quietly and listened to her entire lecture. At the end everyone asked him if he planned on being an archaeologist? "Yes, no, yes," he said. "Well, actually I am going to be a jockey, but then when I am too old, like eighteen, then I will be an archaeologist." Well, at least he has a fall back plan.
One the way home from class he talked non-stop about how great college is, and how he can't wait to go to college, and how easy it is. He just hopes he gets more than one recess at his collge.
Last night at class we recorded at site. Everyone asked why I didn't bring Bubba with me. They thought he would have loved recording a site.
Maybe Cool Dad will have one child follow him in his career path.
Cool Dad had to attend a public meeting for work, and I had to go to school. Normally I would not have taken Bubba with me, but the instructor in my archaeology class is making sure we have some "hands on" experiences, and that night night we were scheduled to perform a survey that she had set up in an empty field on campus. I knew we would also have some in class time too, so I packed a little chair for him, and some reading and math books to work on, and off we went to school.
First things first. Apparently at some point I told him my school was orange. He was quick to point out that I lied. Next, we arrived in the classroom where he promtly made himself at home and read Green Eggs and Ham out loud to everyone as they filed into the classroom.
At last, it was time to go outside. He was so excited, he could hardly wait for "recess" to start. We all lined up to start our survey, and the teacher even gave him some flags so he could mark any artifacts he found. He was actually quite good at it and was so proud he found some things that other students just walked by. Luckily he was there to point out to all of them that he was a better surveyor than them. Once "recess" ended we had a small break and I splurged and bought him a drink and candy at the vending machine. He LOVED that.
Finally we headed back to class where the instructor lectured on survey techniques. He sat there so quietly and listened to her entire lecture. At the end everyone asked him if he planned on being an archaeologist? "Yes, no, yes," he said. "Well, actually I am going to be a jockey, but then when I am too old, like eighteen, then I will be an archaeologist." Well, at least he has a fall back plan.
One the way home from class he talked non-stop about how great college is, and how he can't wait to go to college, and how easy it is. He just hopes he gets more than one recess at his collge.
Last night at class we recorded at site. Everyone asked why I didn't bring Bubba with me. They thought he would have loved recording a site.
Maybe Cool Dad will have one child follow him in his career path.
Monday, April 25, 2011
He** in a Handbasket
I think my husband wants me to quit college. You might be asking yourself why I think that. Let's just say that if you read back through some of the posts you can find an interesting trend of things falling to pieces on Monday nights. I remind you of the showing of Indiana Jones to a very small child who didn't sleep for a week incident, etc.
Tonight's fiasco has to do more with the house (although as I am in here blogging/hiding the children are STILL not in bed).
Are there any Everybody Loves Raymond fans out there? I think I have watched every episode. Many of them have made me laugh, some of them have hit a little too close to home. Ray seemed to try quite hard to screw things up just so Debra would quit asking him to do things around the house. Now, I don't want to say that is what is going on at my house, HOWEVER, what kind of nitwit (and I say that with all of the love I have in me right now) puts Palmolive Dish Soap in the DISHWASHER???
I can't attest to the full scale of the calamity. I came home to a bunch of wet towels, and a denial that anything was wrong. Although, I did hear that Pie might have run screaming through the house, "Daddy, the dishwasher is EXPLODING."
Oh good grief.
Tonight's fiasco has to do more with the house (although as I am in here blogging/hiding the children are STILL not in bed).
Are there any Everybody Loves Raymond fans out there? I think I have watched every episode. Many of them have made me laugh, some of them have hit a little too close to home. Ray seemed to try quite hard to screw things up just so Debra would quit asking him to do things around the house. Now, I don't want to say that is what is going on at my house, HOWEVER, what kind of nitwit (and I say that with all of the love I have in me right now) puts Palmolive Dish Soap in the DISHWASHER???
I can't attest to the full scale of the calamity. I came home to a bunch of wet towels, and a denial that anything was wrong. Although, I did hear that Pie might have run screaming through the house, "Daddy, the dishwasher is EXPLODING."
Oh good grief.
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