Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Family Dance at the Elementary School

The PTSA at Amos and Maggie's school has put on some really fun events this year, but the "Family Dance" was the best by far. During the week prior to the dance, the kids spent their PE time learning dances to do at the dance. I was so impressed with all the kids learned in a short amount of time and I LOVED watching them do their dances. It seriously took me back to my EFY days. (To think, I once I had a job where partying at two dances a week all summer long was a requirement!)

Before the dance we had pizza dinner and a chance to check out our "dance party accessories" we bought. The glow in the dark glasses, temporary tattoos, and glow jewelry were a hit.

Once the party started, Maggie won the night getting in the professional photographer's pictures:

She and a group of her friends were up front, right by the DJ the whole night. They were adorable.

Losing the dance party night were Eric and Audrey. They left the party to play outside on the playground, and had their own kind of fun though.

It was a great time, and I might need to start chaperoning youth dances to get my fix or something...

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Kid of the Month Fairy

This year Grammy Cindy (with semi-silent partner Grampy Rodger) started a new program: grandkid of the month. Each month a grandkid is chosen and treated like royalty. Maggie got to go first in January. Amos was February. Audrey isn't until July...but you'd better believe she's counting the days. She can name every holiday between now and her kid of the month-dom.

The other night in her prayers, Audrey prayed for the tooth fairy (Maggie just lost a tooth), the Halloween fairy (that's a thing around here), and the Kid of the Month fairy. In the eyes of Audrey, I am not sure there is any higher status than that of "fairy."

For part of Amos' month Grammy sent him money to buy pizza, his favorite food. Amos took it one step further and opted for Costco pizza, instead of the expensive in-town pizza, so he could feed the whole family instead of just himself. It was awesome to see him pay forward Grammy Cindy's generousity. We had a great day at the park that day, see: Audrey in the background.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Room with a view

Some lessons you learn the hard way, but some lessons, you get to learn the funny way! Such was the case at dinner tonight. It was a nice, sit down Sunday dinner, but it was a battle with the kids. We were constantly reminding them to sit down, stay in their own space, and not to interrupt. We finally hit a peaceful moment when Amos said,

"Uh, do you guys know where Wardie is? 'Cause he's in the backyard."

The view from the dining room window:

Turns out, Ward can open our sliding glass door. And quietly slip away unnoticed.

At least he put on his boots.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015


Recently, I have found the time to create a few things. It's been simple and easy things, but good for my soul. While not a creative type, I am a good copier, and was certainly meant to be born in this Pinterest age.

There have been some other projects, but the most readily available pictures are of a diaper cake and "ducky" punch I made for the baby shower of the daughter of one of the sisters in our ward:

This is the first version of the diaper cake:

When she said "blue" and "yellow" that's what I thought of. Maybe I do think outside the box sometimes? Luckily it occurred to me that might not have been what she meant, and a little ribbon and paper shred swapping and it was perfect.

Finally, some official word on the subject:

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

You say flamenco, I say flamingo

While we were visiting my parents over New Year's, we made perhaps one of my most favorite family memories ever (it's right up there with "Mohair" and "THE PEOPLE WHO ELECT THE POPE!!!!"-stories for another day). Amos was still fairly new to reading/writing but found that he could generally play the game "Draw Something" with just a little help. He was playing with Eric one night, and he brought me this picture, saying, "I think it's a flamingo, but I can't spell it."

Having been married to Eric for nearly 10 years, I took one look at it and knew exactly what had happened. Eric clearly drew a flamingo. As I started to explain it to Amos, and tell him that he had been right, etc. Eric overheard us, and said in his best Amazon (read: smarty pants) voice,

"I can tell by the way you're saying it that you're not spelling it right."

Grammy, also in the room and paying attention, fired back:


We then all had a good laugh at Eric's expense and an explanation of flamenco followed. Funny enough, drawing the flamingo probably got us closer to guessing "flamenco" than any drawing of flamenco ever would have. And who knew Grammy was so passionate about flamingos?

The Glory Days

My friend, Alisha, just sent me these old pictures of Maggie playing soccer in Utah today.

I should note, they were taken during gameplay. I showed them to Maggie and she laughed and said, "Yeah, I don't like running."

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Amos and his "Pets"

Amos has long been a lover of "pets" (what our kids call stuff animals). He's had a couple different favorites over the years, a blue Easter bunny, a brown pound puppy called "Cutie" and Cutie's baby, a plastic Barbie dog called "Baby." It was not uncommon for me to find Cutie and Baby safely tucked in all over the house:

I've already blogged how Rudolph came to be Amos' through Maggie's selflessness and a trading post deal, but there's more!

Like I mentioned, I bought Rudolph off our town's trading post (like Craigslist) for $3. The seller didn't mention it, and I wasn't smart enough to think about it, but Rudolph's nose used to light up...once upon a time. Of course, the broken nose was the first thing Amos noticed. He problem solved it until he found what felt like a little button in Rudolph's ear, and Eric let him cut the ear open to check it out. It was some sort of battery pack...but the kind never intended to be opened.

Amos didn't stop loving Rudolph, and held out hope that I would eventually sew his ear closed like I promised. He brought Rudolph with us when we went to Eagle for our New Year's trip, and happily showed him to Grammy. Grammy noticed the ear, and promised Amos she'd sew it shut the next day. The next morning I woke up at 6 a.m. to Amos loudly proclaiming "TODAY IS THE DAY RUDOLPH'S EAR GETS FIXED!!!" Luckily, Grammy is a woman of her word and she fixed Rudolph that very day.

I haven't thought a lot about Rudolph since then, but he's often in Amos' arms. I guess we've gotten used to having him around. Yesterday, as we were coming home from the bus stop, I heard Amos say to Maggie:

"Do you want to go check on Rudolph with me?"

Sure enough, they ran right upstairs to check on Rudolph safely tucked in Amos' bed.

I'm often overwhelmed by how careless the kids seem to be (saltines ground into the carpet, anyone?), but when I stop and pay attention, they're doing an awful lot of caring. Especially about each other.