wanna hear something funny?

yesterday i was standing at the kitchen sink watching finley and sawyer play on the trampoline together.
they were playing so sweet and happily.
i was feeling so thankful that they get to have each other.
i was stopping and taking notice of the precious moment.
i went over to my 1000 gifts log and added to the list,
*boys happily playing together and *i get the joy of watching them from the window.

no sooner had i put my pen down, then finley is coming inside screaming at the top of his lungs that  sawyer had bit him on the face {!!!} because he wouldn't play silver dollar city with him and instead wanted to swing.
are you kidding me?
seriously. i couldn't make this stuff up.


and now i will give you a laugh at my expense because that's how nice i am.

today the littles and i were at hobby lobby.
sawyer and i have to go to the bathroom {of course, because it's hobby lobby and hobby lobby makes you have to go to the bathroom. this is a proven fact.}
we go in and it's totally empty.
i help sawyer get situated.
then i go to the bathroom and ruby is happily running around the bathroom.
i decide to go ahead and leave the stall door open because no one is in there and i can keep an eye on the kids better.
not sure why i felt like i was at home or something?
i'm such a weirdo.
anyhow...i figure, if i hear the bathroom door swing open, i'll just quickly shut my stall door and all will be fine.
again, this was assuming that i'm not a total goober.
which we have now established, is not true.
anyhoo...doing my bidness, i realize there's wifi.
because of course i have my phone handy.
so i just start scrolling through my instagram.
{i can't believe i'm telling this to the world.}
all of a sudden it dawns on me that it's not just me and the kids in the bathroom and the feet i hear are not my kids!
i quickly shut the stall door and realize there are two more people in the bathroom!
one lady already in the stall beside me . . . so she had to walk past me . . . sitting on the potty, looking at my phone. . . and one lady standing right in front of me!!!!
yeah.
seriously, why do i do these things?
and yeah, i just gathered up the kids and got our hands washed like it was no big deal.
geesh.

bet they didn't expect that when they came to the restroom!
ha.



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let this be a lesson to you all.

so today i felt like total c-rud.
all day long.

okay, let me back up.
on monday night i met with a friend for coffee . . . at 7:45 pm.
i was so sleepy that i'm pretty sure i told the same story twice.
i kept yawning and i'm sure i made no sense whatsoever in anything i was talking about.
i am old and tired. that's just the plain truth.

so, last night i was meeting a different friend for coffee at 7pm.
i was determined to be alert and present in the conversation, so i got a full caff beverage.
{monday night i had gotten decaf}

good news, bad news.

good news:  i was awake and we had great conversation.
bad news: i  could. not. fall asleep last night.
dang you mint chocolate chip frappe!!

i tossed and turned for hours and just could not fall asleep.
finally i stumbled into the bathroom and took two big swigs from the bottle of benadryl.
yep.
then i looked at the clock.
2 am.
holy cow, i was thinking it was going to be around 11 or 12.
i realized right then, that i was going to pay for that big benadryl dose so close to morning.
plus, i have no idea how much i actually consumed.
i do not recommend this. 
i was just guessing that a good swig of it was about a teaspoon.
i think i was wrong.

so it took me about another hour to fall asleep.
then, at 5:30 am, AJ tried to wake me up to go to my scripture memory group.
i just waved him off and mumbled something about only being asleep for 2 hours.

i finally drug my self out of bed at 7.
AJ sweetly made me a big ol' starbucks via to help me wake up.
the combo of that with my overdose of benadryl was no. bueno.
seriously, i was hung over on benadryl all day.
i felt gross and jittery and shaky and cloudy headed until 5:00.
cra-zay.

so there you have it.
a cautionary tale.
use a measuring cup.


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that's it.

i am old.

growing up, i always looked about 3 years younger than i was.
 remember this hot pic from the 6th grade??

in high school i got carded to go into the weight room that had an age limit of 14.

in college i got carded to see an R rated movie.
also in college, while on a date, i was given a kid's menu.
yeah.  that felt awesome.

once when i was pregnant with avery, aj's family and I went out to eat.
the hostess looked at our group and said, "5 adults, 1 child...."(then she looked down at my huge belly) and said, "oh, you are with child."

a child's menu is for TWELVE AND UNDER. 

nothing makes you feel hot like getting a child's menu.

oh, and once i opened my door with a baby on my hip and the door-to-door sales lady asked me if my mommy was home. ha ha ha ha ha!!!

anyhooooooooo.....the point is.....

i've always looked young...but lately..... i'm feeling old.
i've got bags under my eyes and the smile lines are starting to appear.
sigh.
and to top it all off.....
last night at walmart i found out that if you buy spray paint the computer beeps at the checker and they have to verify that you're 18.
i buy spray paint all. the. time. 
and i have never been carded.
so that's it,  it's official. i now look old.

however i am holding on to hope because the receptionist at the dentist office today told me that i look just like Juno.

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a spring wreath

so i really wanted to make a spring wreath.
for free.
because that's how i roll.
i thought the christmas wreath on our door in march was looking a bit lame.
i dug around my box o' easter stuff and found these eggs.

i plucked the ribbons out decided to try to spray paint them
i used my caramel latte spray paint which is a really pretty, shimmery, goldish-silverish color.

 [ignore the ginormous basketball in the background. thank you]

i thought they would look sparkly & fresh against my white wreath (grapevine wreath spray painted white).

this is the result.  i'm embarrassed to even show you.  but i am a good friend. and honesty is the best policy.

 i know. i know. it's hideous.

okay, do i get an A for effort? 
no, i do not.  

and that is just sad.  a sad, sad, little easter wreath.
1st of all only 2 of the 3 eggs made it because did you know that spray paint eats styrofoam???
it does.  which any person with a brain would have thought of.
i tried to balance it out with the burlap bow.
but no, it's just not happening.
plus it looks a little vulgar if i'm being honest.


moving on.

i won't be deterred by one failed attempt. 

soooo, i dug around in my fabric stash and made these pretty little flowers.

i love them.
i just quickly cut some circles out of springy colored fabrics and hot glued them together.
i did not try to be perfect at all.  i think they look cuter that way.
i added some buttons on top and hot glued the whole cute mess to the wreath.

then i took 10 pictures of my wreath because i love it so much i want to marry it.
i think it's simple and nice and it makes me happy.
and it took me 10 minutes.
and i like any project that requires a glue gun.

okay just one more.

sometime i would like to learn how to make some like hers.
i like how sticky-outy they are.
but i didn't have time to google that today.

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2010-day 2

avery had some birthday money burning a hole in his pocket.

we went to a really fun toy store that my boys love. 

they looked around at all the shelves of exciting toys.

"FINLEY!!!!!  

FINNNNNNLLEEEEEEY!!! 

MUSTACHES!!!!" 

it was an easy choice. 

a $6 package of every type of mustache you can imagine.

j-o-y.

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Honesty

Last night I asked AJ to give the boys a bath so I could finish a sewing project I was working on.
He's a good daddy like that.

Don't you just love that cottage cheese booty?   Love it.  Want to squish it!

He came to ask me a question...and shoot! He caught me!

It's so terribly hard to be sewing in the same room as my computer.
And yes, that is facebook.
Now, I need to figure out who trashed my desk.
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Oh yes, we did.

It's just me and Finley tonight.
So we had fun with this.
Why is this so stinkin' funny every time?

Send your own ElfYourself eCards

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Out Takes

How they are 80% of the time:



Let's try it with out singing, just a message:


I will spare you the 5 other takes we have.
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As heard at our dinner table tonight . . .

Me: What should we name our baby?
Finn: Spiderman
Avery: Chuck
Finn: The Evil Sandwich Making Guy
Avery: Chuck, the Evil Sandwhich Making Guy
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My son thinks I'm a midget

Well, I am in a chatty mood...so here goes...

First, I want to address McDonald's new iced coffees. In a word, YUM. Okay, so it's not Starbucks, but really close. And it is big (notice the picture) and it's $1.88 with tax! That just makes me happy. This is so much better than their hot, "premium coffee" they came up with before. That was just crappy coffee in a nicer to-go cup. Now, I've never actually licked an ash tray, but if I did, that is what their "premium coffee" tastes like. Therefore, I have been very skeptical of this new iced coffee idea. I was just sure it was another attempt to appear trendy. But, after hearing several people rave over their iced coffees, I decided to give in. I ordered a hazelnut iced coffee. They put some milk in it and 5 squirts of syrup. I guess that could make any coffee taste good. So now I am happy and also somewhat jittery from all the caffeine on an empty stomach. So save your $4 and don't go to Starbucks this time, head on into the Golden Arches....
Next, I want to address the fact that my son, Avery thinks that I'm a midget. Yep. So, a couple of months ago we were watching "Little People, Big World." Avery said to me, "Look mommy, that lady is little just like you." Thanks Avery. He also often says, "You're my good, little mommy." Which is sweet and endearing. But I realize today that he really does think that I'm a midget. Our conversation in the car today:

avery: mommy, do you like that show, "Little People" ?

me: yes, honey

avery: that mommy & daddy on that show are really little

me: yes, honey

avery: just like you, you're little just like them

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