A Day in the Life of Us...

Evie was a little mad that she didn't have a picture on the blog of she and Shelley. That's
a bit of pure joy right there. She and Ethan both love her so much that they get mad if she
follows me around the house. We spent the morning hanging out and then I decided to get
ambitious and bag all the leaves that I raked the other day. As you can tell by the pictures, it sucked. I used the entire package of 18 bags.

Ev took this picture of E while he was doing his homework, I thought it turned out really well.

And this last one was a picture I found in E's school folder. Notice, the bit in the corner, "Not a planit." Yeah, that's Plooto. How funny is that?!

World-Shelley, Shelley-World

How could you not love these pictures??? Shelley is a Sheltie. The people said mini sheltie but the guy at Petco thought she looked like a regular sheltie. Either way, she's a great dog. Although I never thought I was a pet lover, I think that I could be. It's hard to say, but she's already wormed herself into our lives (in a good way, not literally like she has worms.)

She doesn't really bark and she seems smart. Which are two of the things that I hate most about dogs, when they bark and when they seem dumb. Brutal, I know, but I didn't grow up around pets. Fish and a sad parakeet, that's it. That' s all the training I had.

But Bucky (aka Bleeding Heart as he will now be known as) and the kids (Said Spawn of Bleeding Heart 1 and 2) have wanted a pet for like 2 years, and I kept putting them off saying, " Oh sorry guys we live in this apartment that doesn't allow pets." Slyly grinning when they turned around. Perfect excuse, right? Well, we no longer live in an apartment and they wouldn't let me forget it.

So, after a long rant, we have a dog. A nice dog. A dog that I'm not afraid of. I got bit by our neighbors dog when I was babysitting one time. It was really tramatic at the time and I guess I never really recovered. Until now. I don't know. She's pretty sweet. In a totally tubular way. Even now, she's laying on my foot under the table. How cute is that?

D-O-G

We got a dog. Will post pictures soon. Gulp.

The Most Non-Spooky Halloween Ever...

The title says it all! We were not spooky and that's okay with me. We patrolled our old neighborhood and caught up with old friends, it was great. My friend Christy was awesome and had a stopoff for soup and rolls and some hand-dipped chocolate treats. They were stellar and then just down the road was my friend Kelly's Spook Alley. It was super fun. Sorry, that my post is lacking in details AND humor, but this daylight savings hour is kicking my booty. The weather, for once, was excellent. I was used to having to put a snowsuit under my costume growing up in AK, but it was just gorgeous here! Here are the pictures from aforementioned festivities...

Evie had her preschool Halloween party the day before Halloween and some of the costumes were cracking me up, like the bumblebee for instance. The big one. I felt so bad, we walked around Ogden High School and the teachers handed out candy that we brought in. So all the kids were getting sweaty and tired in their costumes because we were walking up and down stairs, but this bumblebee girl kept saying, "I'm hot, this is heavy." And you know what her mom said? " Quit being such a woosey. Suck it up. You are being such a baby." Now there's a good parent, no sympathy or anything for the girl that is wearing a 100 lb. costume. Gotta love the ghetto-ness of it all.

A Preview...

So, I had this big elaborate idea for Halloween this year, complete with all things breakfast. Bucky - Bacon, Anna-Fried Egg, Ev-Carton of milk, and Ethan- Toast. I was excited and prepared. But then word came back from a certain young man that he would rather be a football player.

Dang. I really love Halloween and love to do my ideas. Most of the time I center the ideas around something that the kids want to be. But not this year, it was all me. So, I sat the kids down and had a heart to heart with them about what THEY wanted to be. Evie decided she wanted to be a mouse and Ethan wanted to borrow a costume from one of his cousins (Storm Trooper). OK. So Evie and I worked on her costume today. I love the glittery foam sheets, they make the ears look cool.

Ammendment to What The Freak?!

I have to express the fact that I am not mad about people asking me that question! I found it funny that I could go 4 years without people asking me about having more kids and then in the last month it seemed like a flood of interest! That's all. I love ya'll and appreciate the interest, but it's apparently a touchy subject. It just happens to coincide with my PMS this month too. Not a good combination!

What the Freak?!

I realize that I've used this title already on a previous post, but I'll use it again in subsequent entries when I feel the need. OK here's my, "WHAT THE FREAK!" of the week.

Four times in the last month random friends of mine have asked me if I'm going to have any more kids.

I don't know why this bothers me, only that WHAT BUSINESS IS MY RE PRODUCTIVITY OF YOURS? (Said in an exasperated almost whiny voice, not a pissed way) That's all. Truth is I may or may not at times think I would like to have more kids. But when I have to go into a lengthy discussion about health insurance or my miscarriage then by the end of it I'm annoyed. Why do I feel like that single question pushes me into thinking that if I don't have 3 or more children I'm not fulfilling my role of motherhood. It's like we aren't a real family until then! I swear. C'mon people.

So, please if you're going to ask someone that question STOP and think about the reason why you're asking that question. Does it matter? Do you like to see miserable pregnant women? There really are better questions to ask, don't you think? Can I get an amen?