Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Praise the Lord!

Asha is a super picky eater and not shy about sharing her feelings. Picture a total melt down when I made vegetable beef soup for dinner. Well I am pleased to say that tonight I have redeemed myself. After I prepared steak and fettichine Alfredo pasta roni, she was asked to say the prayer which included, "Please bless that this wonderful dinner will be blessed by the hand of Jesus." What more can I say?

Monday, July 6, 2009

Cricket's birthday

We had a family party on her birthday at Pirate Pizza and then home for cake and presents.Her birthday party was an owl theme. We called in a "Night Owl Party." She invited her friends over from 7:30 to 10:30 to watch a movie in the back yard on the projector that Jon borrow from work.
We had all her friends hide the presents they brought her and she ran around the house looking for them. When she found one she got to open it. She loved it.These are the purses I made for goody bags. Well I didn't actually make the purses but I did put the super cute owls on them.This is what her invitations looked like, well they were all kind of different but you get the idea. PS never do this. I spent like sixteen hours making birthday invitations. It was retarded.

It's quiet, too quiet.


We went to Lake Powell a couple weekends ago, and I am finally getting around to posting about it. I brought the camera but didn't take a single picture except for this one the morning we left of Dewy and Christopher Loyd, I mean Zaya. (Check out her do.)
JP and Jon took Cricket, Asha, and Sage the day before we left to go camping. Tilly didn't go because she said, "I don't like bugs and I don't want to sleep outside or go to the bathroom in the woods." She inherited my love of camping.
I was running around like a mad woman all day: cleaning, packing, running errands. Katie was supposed to get out of school at five and we would leave. At about 4:50 just when it was looking like I was ready to go and would have just enough time to finish cleaning up, the house became oddly quiet. I asked Tilly where the babies went and she said upstairs. I called to Dewy. "Dewy are you up there?"
"Yes"
"Are you doing something naughty?"
"Yes"
"Come here."
He came running out of the guest room and slipped flat on his backside on the now wet hard wood floor. I ran up there and there was water everywhere.
"Where did you get this water from?"
I went into the bathroom where there was more water and all the hand towels were on the floor sopping wet. I went to the toilet and it was bone dry. That's right folks they some how emptied the entire contents of the toilet. The real kicker came when I looked down at Zaya for the first time. She was sopping wet from head to foot. So instead of cleaning up the rest of my house, I got to put two toilet babies in the bath. As a side note, I did put them in time out while I cleaned up the water. Dewy kept cackling in an evil way not really caring that he was in time out and the whole time Zaya was in time out and in the bath, she just kept asking "What happened?"
The trip down was nice and we had fun even though the weather on the Lake was yucky. Better luck next year.