Pachelbel Bedtime

You know you're a CRAZY mom if . . .

* You let your 2 year old wear hot pink cowboy boots with jeans, shirt, AND a dress (none matching) to the grocery store and don't even blink an eye at how weird that probably looks.
* Your 2 year old keeps running away from you in the grocery store so you throw her over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes and still keep shopping while she's screaming.
* You threathen that the Halloween Monster will come and take the kids' eyeballs if they don't just CLOSE YOUR EYES AND GO TO SLEEP !
* You let your 2 daughters share underpants because you cannot keep up with all the dang laundry!
* You're so hungry because you didn't have time to eat lunch in between screamings so you sneak some (okay- a lot) of Baby Puffs from your 8 month old.
* When people ask if you're running a day care and if you have any more space available you say, "No, they're all mine and I am so happy that they are" with a proud smile.

And the winner is . . .

Not Cory. He did finish his half marathon gracefully, though. For not training very much he sure did great. Heck better than I could do. I would have just tried hitch hiking. Or throwing my ankle chip into some other runner's pocket and then claiming that time as m y own. That's more my style of running. It was really nice to be in the nice, brisk, cool air of the mountains. And on Monday I did something really fun. I got to go with just Ainslee to a pumpkin patch with her preschool class. Yes, it was muddy and rainy and cold. But my heart was warmed with love for that little girl. I hardly get to spend time with just her. Somehow Cory and I will have to schedule more one-on-one time with the girls. So here are a few pictures of the pumpkin patch.

Nothing new

Let's see, it's been a while since I've been on. I guess that means nothing really new has been going on. Andi now says "Ew, Doss" (Ew, gross) and "Dupid" (Stupid). What the heck!? What kinda family is she growing up in anyway? Spencer has a nasty bad temper right now. Full on arches his back and swings his arms. Hellooo. Somebody tell him he's only 8 months old and life is going to get A LOT harder this. Ainslee surprises me sometimes. She's like the hidden gem (the hidden gem with a Minnie mouse voice). Sometimes she's just very normal and even. Then she'll say something really funny. I have to do a double take because it comes out of nowhere. And Ashley is just loving kindergarten. She was the first one chosen in her class to have her art printed in the weekly newsletter. Congratulations to her. Oh, and we did the camera fixed finally. Here's a picture of Cory training for his HALF MARATHON this weekend up at Lake Tahoe.

Okay, so it's not Cory- yet. But soon I'm sure.

Just for fun

Well, I have a few minutes to kill and instead of doing the dishes I am shamefully (shamelessly) getting caught in the web and searching for . . . .nothing really. Just playing, I guess. I ended up walking down memory lane. You see, growing up my 2 brothers, my dad, and I had one thing we all liked to do together- besides playing baseball. We watched WWF. A lot. Since the very very early 80's. I mean I can remember the Junk Yard Dog, Big Boss Man, Ricky the Dragon Steamboat, Brutus the Barber Beefcake, and Ric Flair as if they were part of my family. Our family. Our elbow throwing, knee on the ribs, rake to eye family. We pretended to wrestle just like the 'real wrestlers' did every week. Mom would roll her eyes. Then off I went to college and my wrestling watching died for a few years. Until Lindsey and I started holding wrestling parties with friends. My love for Shawn Michaels ignited once again. And then it died after Cory and I got married. Through our on and off relationship over the years (me and wrestling, not me and Cory) I always have held it dear in my heart. The thought of "I am a Real American" and "Helllloooo Ladies" always makes my heart flutter in sweet rememberance. And I realize that probably only a few of you know what I'm talking about and even more of you know now the deeper side of me, but I just had to get it off my chest. So in memoriam of the good old WWF watching days, please click on the link below.

http://www.wwe.com/content/media/video/superstars/hulk_hogan/entrance/hoganentrance?zone=videos_index

What a fun time!

Do you want to know what a really fun time is? It's Spencer throwing up Saturday night, Sunday at church, Sunday afternoon, and early Monday morning. THEN Ainslee throwing up Monday night at 11:30pm, Andi throwing up Tuesday morning at 1:30am, and Ashley throwing up Tuesday morning at 5:00am. And having to clean it all up!

Cory . . .

That was Cory who wrote the last blog. It's HIM who is tired of me whining about the camera. Dumb warranty stuff takes forever! But yeah, those pictures were of Ashley's first day of kindergarten a few weeks ago. Isn't she cute! Really, not so cute when all she wants to do is HOMEWORK. How do I tell her that there is more to life than drawing and writing? I guess I'm the kid here. I hope her love of school continues until she finished law school (Cory's idea).