Funnies

It's been a while since I posted funny sayings from the kids. I guess today I just felt like sharing.

I'm not sure where he got these phrases, but Luke has been busting out: "What? It's not workin' for ya?" and "Fo'get about it." [in his best mobster accent] quite regularly. He calls a ladle a super (or soup-er), which I think is hilarious. Every Monday night he has a "plan" for Family Home Evening. His plans always include a few sentences about how Heavenly Father and Jesus love us, some type of race and some type of game. He really hates when we insist that one of us have planned F.H.E. that night. "But Mom, I already planned it!"

It cracks me up how Audrey takes care of her baby dolls so affectionately, and then tosses them aside or runs them over with the baby buggy as soon as she's done. Funny girl. She's obsessed with dress-up shoes and glasses, and she will wear both for hours on end - with real lenses or without. I think Christmas is going to be golden for her this year. She calls every light in the house her "night-light". She has called me "Gramma" since we got home from Thanksgiving vacation at my parents' house, even though I insist every time that "I'm not grandma, silly. I'm mommy." She always replies, "I'm Audrey," and then two seconds later, "Here ya go, gramma. I need help, gramma. Need more drink of water, gramma?" I think she and my mom have a special bond, and she just can't let it go that she's not hanging out with grandma anymore. Good thing Christmas break is coming up fast!

Speaking of Christmas, here are a few pictures of the kids decorating the tree - one of my favorite times of the season.





I love these kids.

Embarrassing

I am usually a very conscientious grocery-shopper. I spend lots of time scanning store ads for deals, planning menus, and making a detailed shopping list, organized by how I walk through the store. What I don't know is, how do I stock our house with endless gobs of food and always forget the toilet paper? It happens every now and then - always on a Sunday of all days. Someone is in the bathroom yelling that they need toilet paper. I run down to the stash in the basement to find a large and empty bag. Maybe the Costo bags are so big that I don't notice we're out? Who knows. Once when we lived right by the University, Clayton and I went there to use the bathroom on a Sunday like the one I've described, carrying wads of the precious stuff home in our pockets to get us through the day. I'd rather not go into what we've done the other times. So embarrassing. I've got to do better at remembering the t.p.

Thanksgiving in Missouri

It's the first time in a long while that we've gone anywhere for Thanksgiving, and we felt lucky that Clayton got that week off this year. Having my whole family together was great, the weather was perfect, and the food was unimaginably good. I know my mom put a lot of effort into it, but it seemed almost like all of our favorite dishes magically appeared out of thin air. I didn't really take many pictures, as I was too busy having fun. There was lots of fabulous shopping with my mom, bonfire cookouts, trips to our favorite restaurants in the area (did I mention I gained 5 pounds?), tennis, playing outside with the kids, and just hanging out with loved ones. Clayton even did a little bit of research at the hospital regarding an upcoming job, and we went to a few open houses with my parents. Exciting and very surreal. I actually found myself saying that houses 3 times the size of what we are in now will just be too small. I may be crazy. Unfortunately, Clayton threw out his back for the second vacation in a row of the year after a family basketball game, and he was miserable for the last three days and the long drive home. He is on the mend now, with big plans on how to avoid further injuries. We had a blast, but it was also so nice to return to our own tiny, drafty, wonderful home. As I stepped into the door, I had an overwhelming feeling of gratefulness come over me for the plentiful blessings which I daily enjoy. I had to stop and, once again, give thanks.

Since my 100th blog post, I've been rather uninspired in my writing. Maybe it's because our lives are pretty boring, or maybe it's because I didn't want to do yet another post about how I struggle being a mother. The other day, I read a post by an old friend of mine who is unable to have children. It is a burden that is almost too much for her to bear. I've been thinking a lot about trials, particularly those of people in the scriptures and church history. It seems that any "saint" or true servant of God had to go through amazingly difficult struggles and endure them well. This makes me worry, since my life is pretty easy-breezy. Don't get me wrong; I struggle. Daily. I can barely take my kids out into public without feeling completely angry and embarrassed at their behavior. I struggle with feelings of self-worth in a world where just being a mom doesn't seem to be praise-worthy. But, if I can't even endure these paltry things without losing my cool, how would I be able to handle anything more? The more I think about these things and other people's perspectives, I guess we all have our own burdens. Whether yours is not to have children or to raise many, not to find your true love when you want or to be tempted to a life with someone that could be destructive, to be generous with your plenty or to have barely enough to scrape by, these are all important challenges that we are commanded to endure with patience, hope, and even joyfulness. I've got to be more hopeful that I'm doing okay by my children. I have to be more joyful in my everyday tasks.

Last night we read about Noah for Family Home Evening. I started singing an old Raffi song about Noah, and the kids started dancing around the room, giggling and singing along. It was such a nice moment of family togetherness. Clayton looked over at me and said, "How can you not think you are a good mother?" What a sweet husband. Maybe my burden for now is to be able to see the good in every person and every situation instead of feeling depressed or hopeless. My life really is so good, and I feel like I try so hard to do what's right. Maybe someday I'll be worthy of harder trials. Hopefully not too soon.

Halloween

We didn't participate in nearly as many of the Halloween festivities that we did last year, but I still felt a little bit relieved when it was all over. Overall we had a lot of fun, but I was definitely tired of fussing with Audrey's ears.

First things first, we had a blast carving pumpkins as a family. Here is the pumpkin I carved, minus the middle bar which squirrels ate. It won first place at the Branch party! (I also won best-tasting pie and Audrey won cutest costume, which I felt bad about after. I didn't have anything to do with the judging, but I am the Activities Committee Chairperson.)

Clayton helped Luke with this one. Luke did a lot of it himself. Unfortunately, the squirrels ruined it before we could take it to the party.

One of my favorite things we did was the Joy School Halloween Party. The kids showed off their costumes in a parade, serenaded the parents with songs, and then served us cookies and cider. The kids are all so cute!

The kids had fun painting pumpkins at a G.P. Mom's Club Art Date.

And finally, costumes! My amazingly talented mom made Luke's and Clayton's costumes, along with part of mine. Clayton and Luke looked awesome, and those boxing gloves are going to be fun for a while, I'm sure.

Should have added padding to that punching bag

I made Audrey's pink poodle costume, and it took several tries to make ears she would actually keep on. In an attempt to match her, I am a "rich poodle owner" or something like that. I fit in a little too well around our neighborhood, and several ladies I know said I should dress like that everyday. Ha ha.

Sometimes I wish I could keep her on a leash indefinitely.