3. I am thankful for Madelyn's cookies. The first recipe. I cannot attest to the goodness of the second because I haven't made them yet.
I made these the other day, and BOY ARE THEY GOOD!!! I can't emphasize enough the deliciousness, and say unto you- go forth and make your own batch. With chocolate chunks maybe. That's how I made them, and BOY ARE THEY GOOD!!!
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Twins
2. I am thankful to have twins. I wonder why Heavenly Father doesn't make everyone a twin. (well, I guess we can think of reasons why not.) Anyways... I love having twins.
Here is a picture of Camille and Grace (well, not so much Grace in this picture) reading Happy Birthday Bear together. They were reading each page in their little twin talk with bits of actual English thrown in for good measure.
Camille: Make Cake...
Grace: Yep, Cake.
Then they would get to the last page and sing "Happy Birthday to you!" and roll back on their backs and laugh. Then sit up and hand the book to the other twin and do the whole process over again.
Now, I'm not dissing only children, or oldest children. I mean, I'm one of those. And my sister is my best friend and we're only 20 months apart, but think of all the extra fun we could have had in those 20 months!
I guess I should say- I'm thankful for siblings.
Here is a picture of Camille and Grace (well, not so much Grace in this picture) reading Happy Birthday Bear together. They were reading each page in their little twin talk with bits of actual English thrown in for good measure.
Camille: Make Cake...
Grace: Yep, Cake.
Then they would get to the last page and sing "Happy Birthday to you!" and roll back on their backs and laugh. Then sit up and hand the book to the other twin and do the whole process over again.
Now, I'm not dissing only children, or oldest children. I mean, I'm one of those. And my sister is my best friend and we're only 20 months apart, but think of all the extra fun we could have had in those 20 months!
I guess I should say- I'm thankful for siblings.
25 Days of Thankful
I don't know if I can actually post in 25 consecutive days, but I thought I'd get my thankfulness groove on. Therefore- during the next several days, I will be posting things that I am thankful for. 25 things. Maybe it'll take 25 days, maybe not, but we'll be sure to have all 25 by Christmas. 25 all around. What a lucky number!
1. I am thankful for good weather. I don't know if it will turn me into a weather sissy, but it may be worth it. Yesterday I took the girls to the beach and we played in the sand. They got all wet, but it didn't matter if I took of their sopping pants and shoes- it was about 75 degrees outside! We played in the sand and tiptoed in the water- watched the wetsuit clad surfers and some dolphins frolic out about as far as I could swim, and I thought: This is pretty good. The only thing that could make it better would be to have all of you here to play with me.
1. I am thankful for good weather. I don't know if it will turn me into a weather sissy, but it may be worth it. Yesterday I took the girls to the beach and we played in the sand. They got all wet, but it didn't matter if I took of their sopping pants and shoes- it was about 75 degrees outside! We played in the sand and tiptoed in the water- watched the wetsuit clad surfers and some dolphins frolic out about as far as I could swim, and I thought: This is pretty good. The only thing that could make it better would be to have all of you here to play with me.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Happy Birthday To You!
My kids' birthday was last week. We had a party for them, which went as well as a 2 year-old party can go, I think, and the best part for them was being sung to when they blew out their candles. I guess I don't have any actual pictures of that part, but now whenever you sing that song, they get a special smile on their faces and a faraway look in their eyes.
Well... maybe you can't tell from these pictures, but take my word for it- the birthday song is pretty special.
Well... maybe you can't tell from these pictures, but take my word for it- the birthday song is pretty special.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
I'm sorry
I'm sorry, Leonard. I'm sorry that when we were in middle school I was a huge jerk to you. I'm sorry that I joined others in calling you Le Nerd. I'm sorry that when you were a magician for Halloween that I laughed at you. I'm sorry.
I hope that you have some sort of successful life now with a loving family and all of the happy and good things in life. I hope that you know that I didn't grow up to be as big of a jerk now as I was in middle school and I wouldn't call you Le Nerd now unless you wanted me to and we could both laugh about it. I hope you know that if I ever catch my kids being a jerk like that that I'll send them to live on a kibbutz. I hope that you'll forgive me.
I hope that you have some sort of successful life now with a loving family and all of the happy and good things in life. I hope that you know that I didn't grow up to be as big of a jerk now as I was in middle school and I wouldn't call you Le Nerd now unless you wanted me to and we could both laugh about it. I hope you know that if I ever catch my kids being a jerk like that that I'll send them to live on a kibbutz. I hope that you'll forgive me.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Empty
Everyone's gone except for the girls asleep in their rooms. We had a good weekend with the girl's 2nd birthday party, and it was fun to have all of our friends and family. Now our home is empty and I am sad.
It makes me think about after I had the girls. We had help from Paul's mom and my sister and my mom for several weeks and then they finally all left. It was pretty devastating. Of course, you can blame the devastation on the crazy post-birth hormones, and the after-effects of surgery, and the lack of sleep. But, it's mostly just hard to buck up and be an adult after you have been taken such good care of.
I'm not so devastated now- I can handle these crazy toddlers a lot better than my crazy newborns. But, it was nice being taken care of. And it's a little lonely at the top.
It makes me think about after I had the girls. We had help from Paul's mom and my sister and my mom for several weeks and then they finally all left. It was pretty devastating. Of course, you can blame the devastation on the crazy post-birth hormones, and the after-effects of surgery, and the lack of sleep. But, it's mostly just hard to buck up and be an adult after you have been taken such good care of.
I'm not so devastated now- I can handle these crazy toddlers a lot better than my crazy newborns. But, it was nice being taken care of. And it's a little lonely at the top.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Break it down break it down, shake it shake it
Today was one of those break down days. The curse of women everywhere, break down days happen when all of the little things accumulate into one big thing and cause said women to cry.
Some might call it the straw that broke the camel's back.
The straw for me today was almost getting my whole family killed by a huge orange bus today while taking Paul to work. I already knew that the break down was coming before we got in the car and complained to Paul and Grace and Camille about it. "No, mommy can NOT hold you right now. Stop saying 'hold you hold you' a billion times, mommy can just NOT take it!!! Ahhh!!!"
Anyway, we almost got hit by the bus when I did a left turn in front of it. I then proceeded to pull the car over and cry. And Paul, whose middle name is Nice, suggested that we go home and I could rest for a little bit and he could take care of the girls. Five minutes later when I had stopped sobbing enough to speak (and drive), I drove us to the park/beach and Paul watched the girls slide while I went and watched the waves. Ahh, the soothing nature of the waves.
Don't worry, I'm all better now. For now.
Some might call it the straw that broke the camel's back.
The straw for me today was almost getting my whole family killed by a huge orange bus today while taking Paul to work. I already knew that the break down was coming before we got in the car and complained to Paul and Grace and Camille about it. "No, mommy can NOT hold you right now. Stop saying 'hold you hold you' a billion times, mommy can just NOT take it!!! Ahhh!!!"
Anyway, we almost got hit by the bus when I did a left turn in front of it. I then proceeded to pull the car over and cry. And Paul, whose middle name is Nice, suggested that we go home and I could rest for a little bit and he could take care of the girls. Five minutes later when I had stopped sobbing enough to speak (and drive), I drove us to the park/beach and Paul watched the girls slide while I went and watched the waves. Ahh, the soothing nature of the waves.
Don't worry, I'm all better now. For now.
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