I Swear My Kids ARE Supervised...Most of the Time

Sunday as we were getting ready for Church, H and K could be heard up stairs playing together happily. Every mother's dream, right? I guess that would depend on what said children were doing to entertains themselves. I mean, playing a game together? Great. Playing with their toys together? Wonderful. Reading books together? Love it. Dumping 7 boxes of baby/kid clothes on the floor, emptying two bags of diapers on top of said clothes, and then making it snow with a bottle of baby powder on top of that? NOT SO MUCH!!!!

At least my house smells good now!

My Favorite

This is my very favorite Christmas decoration. After years of coveting one that my mom has, Santa brought me this for Christmas. I love that it has Santa (an important symbol of giving) reverencing the true reason we celebrate Christmas--the One who gave us the greatest gift and did it unselfishly.

(Oh, and thanks to N, who also claims this as his favorite decoration, for taking the picture.)

Grandma's Ornaments

Every year my mom makes all of her grand kids a tree ornament. I'm sure it was a lot easier when there were one or two kids, but now there are 14 (with two more on the way!) . Each year the kids love getting their Christmas bags from Grandma that have, amongst other things, their ornaments. I think it is something the adults love seeing as well--we all want to know what the ornament is each year.

These are pictures of the ornaments we have received since H's first Christmas, and yes, she made them all.

The Letter Block--I know she had trouble finding Christmas themed pictures for some of her grand kids:



The Bear:



The Nativity:



The Spider--legend has it that spiders created the first tinsel. This story is an old family favorite.



The Letter to Santa holder:



The Quilted Ball--I've been told it took her about an hour for each ball:



Can't wait to see what she comes up with next year!

N's Work's Kids Christmas Party

Does that title make sense?

Every year, N's work has a Christmas party just for the kids. Some times it is at the station and sometimes it is at Encanto Park and they let the kids ride all the rides for free. This year it was at the station. Santa came and brought each of the kids presents and posed for pictures with them. There was also a coloring table, cookie decorating table and donuts, cookies and hot chocolate. With the exception of actually sitting on Santa's lap, my kids totally love going.

This year Santa brought H a Playmobil Nativity set. I swear I thought her face would break from all the smiling. A little back story: I have a Precious Moments Nativity that I let the kids play with. It truly is one of the highlights of H's Christmas. She actually started asking me before Thanksgiving when we would get the "Jesus play set" out. She was beyond thrilled to know that Santa had heard her when she said she wanted a play set of her very own.



K was the only one of my three that actually sat and listened to Santa's stories/songs. However, when Santa asked him to come up and help out, K buried his head in his hands and said, "No." He wanted nothing to do with Santa until he learned that Santa had a present for him. Then he was a little more willing to sit on Santa's lap. K got a set of tools that he really enjoys playing with.



We actually thought M would be the easiest of the three. And he was...until he saw that Santa was holding him. Then, his bottom lip stuck out so far and the tears started to flow. He got a ball tower thing-y (I have no idea what to even call it) and he loves throwing the solid wood balls all over the house.

Today when I went to pick H up from school her teacher brought her out to me and said, "She just told me this as we were walking over her." My first thought was, "She's had an accident." But, no. Her teacher continued, "She told me that one of the boys in class kissed her." I looked at H and said, "Was it Zander?" She and the teacher said, "Yes." Then her teacher told me that she would be talking to Zander's mom about the whole thing. (FYI: Zander is a boy in our ward and H's primary class. She has been talking about him being her boyfriend for a while now.)

So, on the way to the car I started asking H some questions.

me: Where did he kiss you?

H: By the double doors. (Cute, right?)

me: No, I mean did he kiss your cheek, your mouth, your arm...?

H: My lips. But mom, he broke up with me.

me: Well, you are a little young to have a boyfriend. You shouldn't be kissing boys either.

H: I DIDN'T kiss him! HE kissed ME!

We got home and I called N at work to tell him that H had her first kiss. He said, "Are you trying to kill me?" Clearly, he is not ready to deal with this and I think he is ready to lock her in her room until she's 30.

When H heard me telling N about the kiss she got kind of angry and told me she didn't want anyone to know. She even told her friend at school (who is a girl, by the way) not to tell anyone. I'd like to be able to tell her that I didn't tell anyone but dad, but really this is too cute not to tell!

K's Nose

This morning N was checking out K's nose. They had been playing and I thought maybe K had a bloody nose or something. N took care of whatever it was so I didn't think too much of it. Then a while later I noticed this red mark on K's nose. I asked him what happened and he didn't know. N chimes in and says, "I pinched him. It was actually pretty close to a shark bite." I stared at him in disbelief. Luckily, it doesn't seem to bother K.

A Family Update

I realized that I haven't blogged much lately. Not because there isn't anything to blog about, just because I haven't. At any rate here is a little update for anyone who cares.

My pregnancy is going along swimmingly. No problems as of yet, though my hands have started to itch a little. Could be dry skin though so I'm not overly concerned yet. I wish I could get a decent night's sleep. I have been having about 3 or 4 contractions a day. Kind of weird for me since I never had contractions with my other 3 until I started the pitocin.

Moday N and his parents loaded up a U-haul with all the garbage that the previous owners of our house had left in the backyard. They took it to the dump and found out it was 1200 pounds of trash! Other than that life has been pretty normal for N. He is trying to find $60 and my permission to buy the new Call of Duty game. I keep telling him maybe Santa will bring it early if he is good.

H is still loving school. This past Monday when I picked her up she told me she had a boyfriend. His name is Zander. He is also in her primary class. I asked her what having a boyfriend meant and she said that they play together. I wasn't too concerned until she said, "But, someday I will hug and kiss him." I told her that I thought she was a little too young to be hugging and kissing boys. She also told me she is trying to be friends with another boy named Christian, but he is always getting in trouble. Are there no girls in her class? Well, Friday when I picked her up she told me that Freddie made Zander break up with her. She didn't seem too devastated so I didn't push it.

K loves that fact that our new house is all tile downstairs. He rides his big Tonka dump truck all over and has so much fun doing it. Unfortunately, it isn't the quietest of activities. He also loves to play Uno and is pretty good at it. It is really helping him learn his numbers. This morning at breakfast we were eating pancakes and he took a huge bite. He told me he wanted a big tummy. Then he asked where my big tummy was so I showed him. He said, "Your tummy is almost as big as Dad's!" N was not too thrilled but I thought it was funny.

M is working on cutting his third tooth in about as many weeks. He has been pretty miserable, but most of the time he is still very happy. I'm not sure if he has a cold or if he just has a runny nose associated with teething. He is getting so big and is starting to stand on his own. He hasn't tried to take any steps and really doesn't cruise along the furniture, but he might just be walking by Christmas.

Someday I'll Think This Is Funny...Right?

Before:
After:
This afternoon H and K decided they needed to play a game. No big deal right? I didn't think so either until I saw that they had spilled the contents of every single card game we own all over the floor. They then refused to help me pick them up. So I sent them to their rooms. At some point K snuck into H's room, but I really wasn't too concerned. I just wanted them to be out of the way so I could clean up all the cards. Then it got really quiet. Too quiet. I called for them to come out and they didn't come. After about 3 or 4 times asking them to come out they emerged covered in paint. I jumped up (no small feat for an 8.5-month pregnant woman) and went in H's room and saw her closet. I burst into tears and called my mom who promptly offered to come and help me clean it up. As you can see from the "after" shots it didn't really come too clean. What you don't see in the before pictures are the 12 bottles of acrylic paint spilled everywhere, a handful of paintbrushes all over, 3 Sunday dresses ruined by the paint, the clothes H and K were wearing that were ruined by the paint, K's brand new shoes (as in, just bought them this morning) ruined by the paint, and H and K painted from head to toe.

Someday I might find this amusing...Today is not someday.

Is this for real?

Okay, so this is not something I would typically post on my blog, but I was looking through the ads today and saw this in the Kohl's ad. Now, is it just me or does that look like a ladies' top? Maybe I'm just so lost fashion-wise that I didn't realize this is the new style of mens' undershirt?

So, you're THAT kind of voter...

Today N and I were filling out our early ballots (yes, we've missed the mail in deadline). H asked what we were doing and we told her we were voting. She said that they voted at her school and that she voted for John McCain. I said, "Why'd you vote for him?" She said, "Because his assistant is a girl." (We think she was referring to his running mate, Sarah Palin.)