If You Need A Laugh

I realize that most of you probably already know about this website. Any time I need a serious laugh, this place always comes through! Try it ;)

Somewhere Froze Over

I know. The impossible has happened. Pigs have flown, hot places are freezing.
I don't know if my oldest brother sat on him and wrestled this piece of fabric on his body...or if the seats were just so amazing that my husband voluntarily put it on?
When he arrived home, he immediately wrested it off and put on one of his many "U" t-shirts, wrapped up in one of his many "U" hoodies, and put his "U" hat on his head. Then curled up on the bed and tried to detox from the experience. He seems a little more normal this morning, but I believe is suffering from a touch of PTSD (Provo Traumatic Stress Disorder.)

Tooth Fairy Strikes Again

Tooth #4 came out last night. The baby now has an enormous hole where her top 2 teeth should be. And for those of you who've witnessed the incredible amount of DRAMA that accompanies each dental extraction; this time it only took about 3 minutes and 1/2 a box of tissues.
Progress has been made.
And yes, we've already begun with the "All I Want For Christmas" yada yada.......

TOo BuSY tO BloG

Seriously. Too busy to blog. Can't even wrap my mind around any topic...my brain feels like it's been taken over by drunken bumble-bees. What was I thinking taking so much on this year?!?!?!?

New Bedroom

Here is the inspiration. The bedspread that Grace picked out.

This is a picture my dad brought me from England in 1983. He said the little girl reminded him of me when I was little. I put it up with another picture that my mom bought for Jillian's nursery before she was born.
I couldn't believe that I found scrapbook paper that looks exactly like the quilt. For a month it said "grac" because it took me 3 weekend trips to 3 different craft stores to find the "e."
I'm still working on the curtains. Hopefully I'll get better pictures in the daylight tomorrow!

disillusionment

Tyler picked Grace up from school today. He said she got in the car and he could see that she had been crying. Hard. The whole front of her shirt was dotted with tears. She refused to speak to him. All the way home he tried to get out of her why she was crying. Finally, as they approached the house, she gave in and squeaked out "a plane flew into a tower and a lot of people died!"

Once he got her calmed down a little, he told her that it happened before she was even born. Imagine her quizzically cocking her head and blinking at him for a minute before saying, "ooohhhhh.....I thought it happened today."

???

Apparently, in her class they had a moment of silence and read a book about 9/11. And CLEARLY they DID NOT do a sufficient job of explaining it.

Add this to her ever-growing file of "we should have figured it out by now." It never crossed my mind to talk to a 7 year old about the significance of this day. I still so want to shelter her from sadness and uncertainty. As a result she gets blindsided continually. Sigh.