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

Create

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'RE FROM FLORIDA! WE KNOW HOW TO SPELL FLAMINGO!!!"

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.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Happy Valentine's Day!

We had a great Valentine's Day. About two weeks before, I thought, you know, I really like having people over and we never do it anymore because I feel like it's so hard with the kids, but I am not going to use that as an excuse anymore (I thought that exact run-on sentence). One rapidly penned email and I had invited about 5 families over for Valentine's Day. There was no going back. And I am so glad.  We had a great night, and we helped at least a couple other moms to not have to put on some crazy event for their own family. Helping out another mom is about the best I can hope for.


I have to say, the kids did a fantastic job of helping clean and staying out of the way so I could clean. We're definitely reaching a new era of functioning. Ward is obviously still the weak link, but he was nicely distracted by steam cleaning the table.




It's a Horne tradition to fire up the chocolate fountain on Valentine's Day, and that's just what we did. It takes so much chocolate just to make it flow, inviting over so many guests meant way less chocolate wasted at the end of the night. Win.



I found when you have flowing chocolate people don't care a lot about anything else that might be going on. It makes for a very simple gathering. I did pick up some valentine necklaces for the kids to share with their friends that came, and they took it to a whole other level...they made signs and offered color options. It was great.




Them waiting crazy anxious on the stairs for the guests to arrive was pretty great too. I have to point out, all of the kids chose their own party outfits, but Amos in particular put a lot of thought into his:



That's probably all the red he owns ;)

Other than our fun party, making Valentines for the kids at school was a big highlight this year. Maggie's teacher sent home the class list several weeks early, with instructions that the kids could make or buy valentines for all of the kids on the list. Maggie had her heart set on making them. Since it was three weeks in advance, I figured I'd let her have a crack at it and when she burned out we'd buy some at the store. After I took a picture of the list so I had a copy when she lost it, I handed it over to Maggie with zero expectations. I didn't pay one ounce of attention to what she was doing until only one week was left and she said she was finished. I went in, and checked the list (which she hadn't lost) with her and indeed, she had created a personalized invitation for each and every kid in her class. She didn't miss one! It was incredible. Amos, on the other hand, made one handmade one and was ready to go to the store ;) Audrey made a couple, but they accidentally got thrown out, and she couldn't bring herself to try again.


Audrey happily tested out Amos' "How To Train Your Dragon" Valentines for him:


The artist at work:





The final tradition of Valentine's Day is flowers from the boys to the girls. Audrey and Maggie loved their pink roses, and Amos feels super cool giving them:


I got a bouquet from Pike's Place, and my favorite cheesecake, also Pike's Place. We even managed to go out on Friday night, just Eric and I. I couldn't ask for a single thing more...

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Hillside, here we come again

I know, it's crazy I am talking about Ward and Audrey's preschool for the fall, but they (the preschool) started it.  In January, Hillside held an open house and opened registration for new and returning families.  Eric and the other kids stayed home, so Audrey and I could make a date out of it.




It was a fun night, just Audrey and I, and she was SO excited to see her new school.  I don't know if it's because Ward wasn't with us, or because he's so little, but she's not really open to the idea of it being his school too....which brings me to our dilemma.  Right now, Audrey is enrolled in an afternoon class and Ward is in a morning class. This means, if my prayers aren't answered and Audrey doesn't get off the waitlist for the morning class, Ward will actually go to school first (by a couple hours). I think Audrey might die. I will actually die because the afternoon class means the post-school race to meet the school bus dash which brought me SO much stress last year. And driving to town three times a day. I may have asked my visiting teachers to pray for this. And I'll ask you. Pray Audrey gets into the morning class.

Registration day, I tried to get them to pose normally, they weren't interested:




Even with the current schedule, I am really excited.  Hillside is a great school, and I know both kids are going to love it. Audrey especially is so ready.