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10.27.2008
10.23.2008
Daily Grind
I wonder how many of you can relate...
I decided to document the daily "no fail" chores I find myself doing over and over again. I use to think that if I did something, then it would be done. But the world of motherhood and housewifery has shown that the more you do things, the more you have to do them. I'm not sure how that works- there must be some scientific law out there predicating this sort of thing.
1. I like to make the bed every morning because it helps me get my day going and I just feel so much, I don't know, cleaner? Like I don't even need a shower. And everytime I make the bed, Aaron's corner always has the same dismayed and disarrayed situation. The sheets are always pulled off like they are one size too small...and I have to gather all my wifery might to pull it back on the corner with the kids jumping on the bed. CHORE 1, CHECK!
2. Next, and this never fails, I pick up Aaron's pairs of shoes. Now, it's amazing that no matter how many shoes I picked up the day before and placed neatly in his closet, those same shoes find themselves on the same adventure they took the day before. Funny, I don't even remember my husband using all of those shoes! CHORE 2, CHECK!
3. Juice. Juice. Juice. Whenever I sit down comfortably to accomplish all of my "wouldn't it be nice to get this done" kind of chore, like taking a shower, the frantic call for "JUICE!" comes from one of my daughters who, apparently, just returned from a near death experience in the desert- and needs emergency sustenance. And since this is usually a desperate situation (even though it's the 10th time they have returned from the desert that day), I find myself climbing those stairs again from the basement to the kitchen one more time for apple juice. CHORE 3, CHECK!
4. Poo. Poo. Poo. I can hardly delve into anymore detail here, you can thank me later. CHORE 4, still not done--this happens several more times, because of chore number 3.
5. Vacuuming the basement. I do this because of the endless supply of goldfish crackers that manage to crumble themselves all over the carpet in the morning when my husband is so kind to get up with the kids! I can usually tell from the carpet what the kids ate for breakfast...and I can tell you that I've never found oatmeal, scrambled eggs, bacon, or anything else commonly eaten for breakfast. I should be grateful because common breakfast items are not easly vacuumed. CHORE 5, CHECK!
CHORE SIX---For fear that this list might end up being a chore in itself, I'll leave it at that :)
I decided to document the daily "no fail" chores I find myself doing over and over again. I use to think that if I did something, then it would be done. But the world of motherhood and housewifery has shown that the more you do things, the more you have to do them. I'm not sure how that works- there must be some scientific law out there predicating this sort of thing.
1. I like to make the bed every morning because it helps me get my day going and I just feel so much, I don't know, cleaner? Like I don't even need a shower. And everytime I make the bed, Aaron's corner always has the same dismayed and disarrayed situation. The sheets are always pulled off like they are one size too small...and I have to gather all my wifery might to pull it back on the corner with the kids jumping on the bed. CHORE 1, CHECK!
2. Next, and this never fails, I pick up Aaron's pairs of shoes. Now, it's amazing that no matter how many shoes I picked up the day before and placed neatly in his closet, those same shoes find themselves on the same adventure they took the day before. Funny, I don't even remember my husband using all of those shoes! CHORE 2, CHECK!
3. Juice. Juice. Juice. Whenever I sit down comfortably to accomplish all of my "wouldn't it be nice to get this done" kind of chore, like taking a shower, the frantic call for "JUICE!" comes from one of my daughters who, apparently, just returned from a near death experience in the desert- and needs emergency sustenance. And since this is usually a desperate situation (even though it's the 10th time they have returned from the desert that day), I find myself climbing those stairs again from the basement to the kitchen one more time for apple juice. CHORE 3, CHECK!
4. Poo. Poo. Poo. I can hardly delve into anymore detail here, you can thank me later. CHORE 4, still not done--this happens several more times, because of chore number 3.
5. Vacuuming the basement. I do this because of the endless supply of goldfish crackers that manage to crumble themselves all over the carpet in the morning when my husband is so kind to get up with the kids! I can usually tell from the carpet what the kids ate for breakfast...and I can tell you that I've never found oatmeal, scrambled eggs, bacon, or anything else commonly eaten for breakfast. I should be grateful because common breakfast items are not easly vacuumed. CHORE 5, CHECK!
CHORE SIX---For fear that this list might end up being a chore in itself, I'll leave it at that :)
10.19.2008
Divine Calling
Today I'm feeling inspired. Not with words, just with the love I have for my children. I know that we are kind of silly on this blog, but today I just feel completely grateful for my family. I laugh with friends and family about the daily nitty-gritties of being a mother and hardly mention the overwhelming joy I have found in being a mother and a wife. I love baking for them, kissing them, laughing with them and most of all, teaching them the gospel I love so much. Nothing in this life even compares to the joy I find at home.
10.17.2008
Tinkle Tinkle, Hmm Hmm ...Star?
LYRICS so that you all can sing along!
Twinkle Twinkle wittle star, how I want to what you are, hhmmmhmmmhmm -like a hmm hmmm in the sky twiknle twinkle twinkle star, now my mom my something er other, tinkle tinkle!
10.13.2008
Twin Cousins
YOU DECIDE '08
I swear Lucas and Asher are twins. It blows my mind every time I see new pictures of him. So how many of you can guess which one is my Lucas, and which one is my nephew, Asher? Isn't the resemblance uncanny???
10.02.2008
Fraudulent Follicles
Okay, it seems as if I go through some kind of crisis of color every time I either get pregnant or give birth (basically when the hormones start to change). When I got home, the only feedback I could force out of my husband was, "I prefer blonds". This was upsetting to me, only because I was SURE this color was working for me. So I'm taking it to the blogosphere. Answer me "yea" or "nay"- and if there is no response to this post at all, I'll take that as a BIG "Naaaaay" (say out loud like a horse, and you'll get my joke).
Futhermore, has anyone noticed when they change hair color drastically, they have to completely change the entire pallet of their closet?
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