Monday, March 30, 2009
sorry
So the funniest thing happened last week. Scott let the girls dip apples into carmel and cute little Ellie got a little carried away. So I put her in the bath and went back to the kitchen to clean up the carmel that was everywhere. A few minutes later her singing turned into screaming. When I went into the bathroom, she was standing at the side of the tub trying to get out screaming "sorry". So I looked into the tub and there were big logs floating in the tub with her. It was so funny. She did not want to be in the tub with that poop. I don't know how she knew it was wrong, but she just kept saying "sorry" in her cute little voice. Does this mean she is ready to potty train? Fat chance huhThe Hollow
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Fire Alarm
The funniest thing happened Sunday morning, but I have to give you a little background first. So my smoke detector is right outside my bathroom door and so when we take a shower and forget to close the door, the alarm will go off. Anyway Saturday we spoke to Annie and Mags about what to do in the case of a fire. They share a room in the basement and sleep in bunkbeds. So we told the girls all of the steps they should take to get out of the house through their window. We turned the fire alarm on so they could hear it. Annie was a little upset about the whole thing, but I told her it was just like a firedrill like school and most likely we would never have a fire. So Sunday morning Scott wakes up at 4:30 am to shower and go to work and at 5:30 am ten minutes after he left the fire alarm starts to go off. I am so tired, I think it is my alarm clock and I keep trying to turn it off until I hear sweet little Annie in the basement yelling at Maggie to wake up there is a fire. I jump up and go to the bathroom to put my contacts in and I keep yelling to Annie that it's okay, there isn't a fire. (Good thing there wasn't one because I'm blind). She couldn't hear me over the alarm, so I turned it off by fanning the moisture away and run downstairs. Annie had jumped out of bed, closed her bedroom door so the smoke wouldn't come in, woke up Maggie (but Maggie wouldn't get out of bed) and was trying her hardest to open the window. The window has two latches (bad idea for a little kid) and she was a little nervous, so she locked one and the other was unlocked. I had to show her how to open the window again. Anyway I was just so proud of my little six year old. She is such a big kid now.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Maggie's Obsession
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
New Beginnings Sleepover
So I don't know where I have been, but it's been a long time since I have posted. I have discovered facebook and been on it way too much. See what happens when you finish the basement and have all sorts of free time. Brenda this post is just for you! I'm still waiting for your blog!
New Beginnings



New Beginnings
We have a fun tradition now in Young Womens (2 years in a row, long tradition) of having a sleepover after New Beginnings, so this year we had the Young Women and leaders all make pajamas. The Leaders all had purple, beehives green, miamaids blue and laurels pink. But of course I don't have any pictures of our matching pj's. Our theme for NB was a sports theme, so we all wore jerseys and we made it as cheesey as we could. Anyway it was fun.



This year we took the girls up to Vaugh Smiths Family cabin! It was so much fun. Games and food and games and food and games and food and a late night. What can you expect when pretending to be a teenager.



The next morning we went out snowshoeing. I got to use my Christmas gift which was awesome. We had a great time. I love being in Young Womens.



The next morning we went out snowshoeing. I got to use my Christmas gift which was awesome. We had a great time. I love being in Young Womens.
So I attached smaller pics, so I could put them side by side and it doesn't work! Aahhh! Computer malfunction or is that an operator error? I am not fixing it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Poor Ethan, I really need to get some cowboy hats or football helmets.






