Sunday, August 30, 2009

Sundays

Andrea was dancing around the living room, showing us how she could be a Rock Star.
Mark suggested that maybe since it was Sunday she could pretend to be someone out of the Book of Mormon instead.
Hmmm, like...
Ammon -- and cut peoples' arms off; or
Nephi -- and cut someone's head off; or
Abinadi -- and burn to death; or
Teancum -- and stab someone to death; or
Helaman -- and lead 'his boys' (aka 2,000 stripling warriors) into battle; or
Moroni -- and lead everyone into battle.

Maybe being a Rock Star isn't so bad after all.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Fantastick

The Broadway musical, The Fantasticks, has a very funny song where 2 fathers wonder why kids pull crazy stunts like putting jam all over a cat, or sticking beans in their ears. To be honest, I can actually sympathize with with the kids on this. I mean, what would a cat do if you smeared it with something red, sticky and tasty? Beans in ears - well they are about the right size and really, what are those holes for if not to put a treasure in, right?

What I cannot figure out is why, why would you ever put a SHOVEL, much less THREE SHOVELS in a swimming pool? And these are not the bright, shiny tools nicely kept in a garage kind of shovels. No. Weathered. Dirty. Rusty. Covered in mud and dead grass that is now in your POOL kind of shovels.

I mean, unless Lacie's plan was to whack Andrea with one so she could have the place to herself, but kept missing and so rather than fish the shovel out of the water she figured it'd be easier to grab another one to try again -- really, what was the? why was she? how did? ... Seriously, huh?

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

OUR kind of TeaParty

After the traditional Irving 4th of July parade...







...we headed out to JR's old haunt and had us a nice little Tea Party.






I believe the official headcount was around 35,000.





(Confused? See here.)

Catch-up

FYI: lots of posts coming up covering stuff I missed or was too lazy to post at the time.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

-isms

Mark: "Sorry, Andrea, I just can't find the picture."
Andrea: "I think you need to try harder."


Lacie:
"Mom, you're hugging me too much."


Andrea:
"I can't wait 'til I lose one of my teeth, 'cause then I'll put it under my pillow and the Tooth Fairy will bring me my own real refrigerator to put my food in so I don't have to use yours!"

Friday, August 14, 2009

Salesman of the Year

Here's a tip:
if you're trying to make a sale by randomly stopping people in the mall and luring them to your kiosk so you can do your pitch, a good thing NOT to do is ask how many kids the woman has and when she replies "Three" to follow up with
"And you're expecting another one?"

No. No, I'm not. And there's nothing your nail buffer can do to make me feel any better about it, thanks for asking.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

A Lacie Conversation

Lacie: Mom?
Me: What?
Lacie: I have something to say to you.
Me: Okay. What?
Lacie: Don't say 'what' anymore.
Me: Okay. Tell me?
Lacie: I was just thinking... Hyrum is nice.
Me: Yes he is.
Lacie: And so is Jesus. But not Satan.
Me: Nope, not Satan.
Lacie: So we just think about Hyrum.
Me: Okay.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Author Unknown

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth;
Empty the dustpan - poison the moth;
Hang out the washing, make up the bed;
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue.
(Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo)
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due.
(Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo)
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew,
But I'm playing "Kanga" and this is my "Roo."
(Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo)
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait til tomorrow
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs, Dust, go to sleep!
I'm nursing my baby and babies don't keep.


Sorry for the extended "pause" in the posts -- we took a wonderful, much needed, vacation to see family and are taking our sweet time getting back into the groove of things.