Massive Embarrassing Moment #48

In the master bathroom is an opaque, foggy glassed window. To make stories short, after I just took a shower Dan comes in from changing the sprinklers and sits me down. He informs me that we need some blinds in that window and pronto! That foggy, textured window that we can not see anything from the inside tells a great deal from the outside. And it's only taken us 6 months to discover. Go ahead and start singing, "For Your Eyes Only...."

Good windows, make good neighbors.

Ohhhh, the Joys of a Mom

Great FHE idea:
Been struggling with keeping the house clean and orderly. I showed the kids my temple recommend and told them that there are rules I have to follow to go to the temple. Asked them what they could be. Dan then showed them pictures of Celestial rooms and how clean they were (Daradie loves the SLC and Koen prefers the St. Louis Celestial room). The two kids commented how pretty they were and one said that those rooms made them feel good. We then talked about how Heavenly Father wants our house to be like the temple so we can feel good inside. We need to follow the rules at home to keep things orderly here. It's worked pretty good so far. I accidentally heard one of them say that they want their room to be like heaven. Cute.
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Daradie: Mom, I need to talk to President Monson right now.
Me: Why?
Daradie: I'm just a kid and I've got something important to say.
Me: What do you have in mind?
Daradie: I know he talks to Heavenly Father a lot and I'm just a kid that doesn't say very good prayers right now and want Heavenly Father to listen to me.
Me: So, you think Heavenly Father only listens to the prophet?
Daradie: No, but he just has more practice and he is the prophet.

The Adventures at the D.I.

So, I've been pretty lucky at some excellent finds at the DI. I found some paned windows and the glass is still intact (and one of them had the old 6 panes, Joy and Lisa, you would be jealous) and one VERY cute miniature door that I'm not quite sure what to do with but I'll find something. Then I found a super old antique gas can that I thought would look kind of cool in Koen's room and some huge ole pots at a rummage something or other. They might become flower pots or decor on my vaulted ceiling shelve things that I seem to have in every room and down the hallway and above the kitchen cabinets. Obvious my house is dated, as in the '90-ish era. Get this, at that rummage sale, they were wanting OVER $150 for an old wagon wheel. Mom, now I'm sure you had good intentions with a wagon wheel I found in the pasture that was covered up with grass but there was no way on earth that I would pay for something when I knew I could find something similar to it in the field, right? Hope you don't mind but I've got plans for it. You weren't rushing home to be decorating with that? By the way, did you know you still had that old chair lift seat? I haven't thought of anything for that, so you can keep it.

Okay, back to the adventures at the DI. The family headed over to see if we can find some motorcycle, bike, skateboard paraphernalia for Koen's room. (We did find an old front bumper from a car that I thought would be outrageously awesome to hang on the wall but we couldn't figure out how to do it since it stuck so far out and they wouldn't budge on their price.) It was about 10:00 in the morning on a Saturday. There she was. You know those moms that bark at their kids and constantly nag at them to sit down, stop touching, blah blah blah blah. Crazy mom says to two children sitting in cart, "We need to hurry. You need to take a nap so I can get ready to go to Walmart." Really? I'm not quite sure why I stared at her, but seriously? Rushing home to get ready to shop at Walmart? Aren't the clientele pretty much the same at both stores? I understand getting ready for a doctor's appointment or an appointment with your loan officer for a car, but Walmart? People are funny.

PS: Mom, hope you don't mind by I also "discovered" a very rusty water pump behind the fence by the shop.....do you mind if I borrow it for several long years in front of my house next to my Bird's nest spruce bushes?

Ohhhh, the Joys of a Mom

In a whisper and eyeing sheepishly...
Daradie: I need to tell you something.
Me: Ummm, okay (I'm not really one that enjoys a whisper--too close, hot breath, heavy breathing.....).
Daradie: Don't tell Dad, but you're my favorite.
Me: Really?!? But, why?
Daradie: Girls have to stick together.

Whisperings of sweet somethings.
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These are just some old jokes that stem from my dad's comical background and I try to use the material on my children, but they're just not ready for them but I laugh.

1. While driving past the cemetery....
Koen: Look! The cemetery!
Daradie: Why is there a gate around the cemetery?
Me: To keep the dead people inside.
Koen: Why?
Daradie: Why do the dead people have to stay inside?
Me: Well, we can't have them walking around scaring people out of their skins! (Thanks to dear sweet cousin Kirk, the actual punch line is that other people are dying to get in. But hey, a true comedian can go with the flow, right?)

2. While watching a television show:
Dan: Look at that guy swimming.
Daradie: He doesn't have any arms.
Dan: Nope and he's swimming for 2 miles.
Koen: Why doesn't he have arms?
Dan: Wow! (now the race is finished) He doesn't have any legs either.
Koen: How did he swim without his legs and arms?
Daradie: Who's that talking? The swimmer guy? What's his name?
Me: Bob.
(Go ahead and laugh. I only got the rolling of the eyes from Dan.)

Legally Blonde and Blonde

Found these two in the car on a date. They had the music on and Barbie was looking for some gum and her sunglasses. And to think that one day, they will be making all legal decisions in our behalf.

Dancing from my Little Star

Just a little late night entertainment for grandparents (and if you continue watching this, more power to you). Daradie and Paige are second and third from the right in both numbers.

And here we have the tap number. This was by far the favorite of the two dances for both Paige and Daradie. Koen and I (and I think I can speak on behalf of Ella and TaNece) have this song memorized and have secretly hid the CD.

They had fun and that's all that matters when they are 6 and 7.

Daradie really loves dancing. She's good at it. There's just something about the way she carries herself while dancing. She practices it all the time. I love watching her. I love her excitement. Which is why I was truly honored to pose with her in this picture (she didn't ask her Dad but just ME!). I do believe she's starting to understand that I've got her back and I'm there for her....
"Mom, I'm really nervous. I can't keep up with the moves. The music is too fast. I get pop it, lock it, polka dot it but the hip hop slide gets too fast." (The grand finale's song and dance stemming from the ideal role model, Hannah Montana.) "Ahhh, don't worry about it. Just smile big and stand in the back." Solid advice from any good mom, right?

Dancing with my lil' Star

Ohhh, the Joys of a Mom

During Mother's day dinner:

Daradie: Is there a "Children's Day"?

Me: Nope, sorry. (And Dan and I are both thinking that every day is a child's day....)

Daradie: Is there a Daughter's Day?

Dan: No...

Koen suddenly interrupts: No! Harr, harr. There's a Son-day. Too bad Daradie. There's always a Son-day.

Daradie: It's not the same "son" Koen. Mommmmm!!!

Got to hand it to 'em. Koen is witty. Daradie is brilliant. What 6 year old already knows about homophones? Geniuses.

Happy Mother's Day to Me

The gift of time. A very expensive present. That's what I always want from Dan. Nothing says "I love you" more than a few hours of crossing off the to-do list. Dan wishes I asked for easy things like a spa certificate.

First steps of making our garden. The requested vegetables are potatoes, corn, cucumbers, beets, peas, carrots, tomatoes (3 different varieties), strawberries, raspberries and pumpkins.

The previous owners of the home made a doghouse out of hay bales. One neighbor was excited to see the dog and his home go, he lit the hay bales on fire. We now had a partially burnt, moldy mess to clean up. We thought about having our garden there since it had no grass. Too bad the tree gave it too much shade. But it makes a perfect spot for a sandbox.

And there you have it. The perfect Mother's day gift. This will be much funner that sitting on a plastic covered table getting my back or feet rubbed by a stranger and telling me to relax.

Ohhh, the Joys of a Mom

During lunch, Daradie is reading a Mother's Day card she made me to Koen and me:
Daradie: I love mom because she's funny.
Koen: She's not funny. She's pretty.
(Can't help but feel good inside.)
Daradie: No, she's not pretty, she's funny. Her laugh is funny.
Koen: Yea, when she laughs she sounds funny.
(Can't help but feel like there is hope, Julia Roberts has a distinct laugh and look where she's at now.)


Dan has had to start wearing his glasses again (laser surgery lasts only so long). Daradie wants glasses so bad! During breakfast this morning:
Daradie: I want to wear glasses!
Koen: Me too!
Daradie: I want to wear glasses and wear bracelets (braces) on my teeth.
Koen: Me too!
(Let's just see where that comment will take her in 6-7 years.)