My Dear Sweet Andi

I usually don't blog tons about my kids, but I just HAD to do one all about our little Andi. She is a funny little character. This is why she should win some kind of award:

Exhibit A: We are about half way through potty training (I HATE potty training, by the way) and she went over to a friend's house to play. I sent her over with a diaper on, so the mom wouldn't have to worry about accidents just in case. Well her little friend, Hannah, is just finishing potty training and has pull ups that she occassionally wears. Andi is very jealous of her 'princess underpants.' I picked Andi up and Hannah's mom told me an interesting story. I guess Andi was standing in the bathroom with a poopie bum and her diaper, which was lying next to her, was clean and there was nothing in the toilet. The mom could not figure it out. A few minutes later the mom found a dirty pull up in the living room. So Andi thought throught this whole thing first: I need to poopie, I will take off my diaper, steal one of Hannah's coveted pull-ups, poopie in it, take it off and hide it, then stand in the bathroom acting innocent. Nice, Andi, real smooth.

Exhibit B: She sang the word 'stupid' (it comes out dupid) to the entire melody of 'La Cucaracha.' How does she know La Cucaracha in the first place and where did she learn to say stupid (we don't say that, really!).

Exhibit C: I bought a big bag of conversation hearts to feed my sugar craving. She was sitting in the Target cart 'holding' the Target bag with the coversation hearts in it. Somehow from the time I bought them to the time we walked to the car, she had managed- without me knowing it!- to open the candy bag and stuff 2 handfuls of hearts into her mouth. Her mouth was so full her lips couldn't even close!

Seriously, what 2 year old could do all of that in one single day. I should feel so proud.

Perfect for Moms

Today I was checking up on everyone's blogs. I decided to see our photographer's blog, just to see what pictures she's been taking. Then of course one extra click here, an extra click there and BAM! I'm at someone else's blog. But I think this was meant to be. I found something written so perfect that I can't even believe it. Here it is:

Recently, I was diagnosed with C. A. A. D. D. - Child Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.This is how it manifests: I decide to do the laundry. As I start toward the laundry room, I notice that there are cheerios all over the floor and my car keys are in the cereal bowl. I decide to pick up the cheerios before I do the laundry. I lay my car keys down on the counter, put the cheerios in the trash can under the counter, and notice that the trash can is full. So, I decide to take out the trash. But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the trash I may as well pay the bills first. I take my checkbook off the table, and see that there is only one check left, my extra checks are in my desk in the office/playroom, so I go to my desk where I find a sippy cup full of juice.I'm going to look for my checks, but first I decide I should put sippy cup in the refrigerator to keep it cold. As I head toward the kitchen with the sippy cup, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye --they need to be watered. I set the sippy cup on the counter, and I discover baby wipes that I've been searching for all morning. I decide I better put them back in the bathroom, but first I'm going to water the flowers.I set the wipes back down, fill a container with water and suddenly I spot the TV remote, one of the kids left it on the kitchen table. I realize that after school when they go to watch TV, I will be looking for the remote as they fight over who lost it, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where belongs, but first I'll water the flowers. I splash some water on the flowers, but most of it spills on the floor. So, I set the remote back down, get some paper towels and wipe up the spill.Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do. At the end of the day: the laundry isn't washed, the bills aren't paid, there is a warm cup of juice sitting on the counter, the flowers aren't watered, there is still only one check in my checkbook, I can't find the remote, I can't find the wipes, and I don' t remember what I did with the car keys. Then when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all day long, and I'm really tired.I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail.

Happy Birthday Spencer!

Spencer turned 1 this past Tuesday. I can't believe. I don't have a baby in the house any more. And geez, he acts so grown up. He's got such a little temper, too. Just get out of his way if he wants something. I can't wait to see what he'll be like as a little boy. He's absolutely amazing!

Happy Birthday Ashley!!!!

Ashley is 6! I can't believe it. As everyone always says, "they grow up way too fast." So true, so true. Here are some pictures from a little birthday party she had.

Stalking

So I found this post on someone's blog the other day. Read it and I'll get back to you. . .

Ever heard of the 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon? Where every actor can be linked through their career to Kevin Bacon? I'm convinced that this phenomenon also applies to the blogging world. Take any random persons blog and after clicking on a few links of family and friends, you'll find someone that you've known in your past. The bad thing about this is it feels very stalk-ish. Though I feel vulnerable doing this, I'm exposing some of my blogging faux pas anyway! For example, I've happened to click on someone I know off of my sisters blog, which lead to someone else (I didn't know very well, I'm embarrassed to say) and found my back door neighbor's blog. Seriously.Do I make a comment and admit how I found them? Check in once in a while and not say anything? Anonymously complain that their weeds are creeping to our side of the fence:) Joking.Once I happened to comment to my husband about a really funny post I'd read that day. He asked me who it was and I had to admit that it was a kid I went to high school with that was a few years younger than me. I got that stare--the "What are you really doing at 6:30 in the morning when I think you're just checking your emails" look. Or, it could have been the "Wow, I married a stalker" look. Which ever look it was, I was a little embarrassed. In fact one of my resolutions this year is to limit my time on the computer and only be on with specific purposes, but I digress...But, I've had people that I really enjoy catching up with that have posted a comment to let me know they ran across my blog randomly and I'm so glad they did! So, I guess I should just swallow my pride and not be ashamed of my blogging habits. Blogs are like getting Christmas Cards, not once a year, but every day. Plus, I love the real day-to-day happenings that make life so interesting that don't always make the annual letter. So, stalk away, I say!

Oh my gosh, is this any of you, too? Becuase it's totally me. And the very funny/ironic thing is that this blog belongs to someone that doesn't know I'm reading it. She was a roommate of mine at BYU for a semester, so she'd at least know who I am. I found her through someone else, then someone else, etc. Seriously, do any of you do this too? Should we all admit our stalking issues or keep them secret? I personally would love to know who's reading my stuff. A great way to get reconnected with someone. I don't know. What do you all think?

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