It Seemed Like the Right Thing to Do

I usually wake up early so that I can squeeze in a shower in peace before the madness breaks out. This morning I didn't. This morning I was lazy and I slept in. I could hear things slowly escalating downstairs. At first there were just innocent giggles, but before long there were full-on shrieks of joy and crazy maniacal laughter.

That's when I knew it was time to finally drag my butt out of bed. I called the girls upstairs to see what progress they had made toward getting themselves ready for school. It's a typical conversation around here, "Have you eaten breakfast? Are you dressed? Have you brushed your teeth? Your hair?..."

Today I got so far as, "Have you guys eaten breakfast?" The answer I got stopped me dead in my tracks.

"We ate dogfood!!!"

"What?" This completely threw me. How do I even reply to that?

Nicole, with a big huge smile on her face, exclaims with joy, "I ate seven!!!"

"Why? Why would you guys do that?"

"We wondered what it tasted like."

"And so you ate it?"

Khursten shrugs and says, "Well... I don't know. It seemed like the right thing to do!"

The Bloody Door

I have had a few friends ask my where all my Halloween spirit is this year.

This is it folks. This is all the Halloween we're gonna get around here. I have tubs and tubs of decorations in the garage, but to them I say Bah-Humbug!

I do believe this is sufficiently creepy and I'm calling us good.

A Really Bad Idea

So looking back I can see that this was indeed a bad idea. Not only a bad idea, but very possibly one of my worst ideas ever. You see, this is my dog George.


George is a very good dog. I love her dearly. She always listens, she's great with my kids, she would never do anything wrong. Ha ha ha.

My dear George has recently decided that it is her mission in life to dig her way out of the backyard every time she goes out to go potty. I don't always have the time to sit and watch her, and as soon as I turn my back, she's out of here. But what does she do with her freedom? She comes around to the front door and scratches to be let in. Why she doesn't head for the hills, I will never know. Why she doesn't just wait out by the back door, I will never know.

Now you may be wondering what harm could possibly come from a dog that digs her way out and then waits calmly on the porch. You see, it's been raining a lot lately and digging outside makes for one dirty little pup. She has such long, white hair that I have to give her a full bath, comb, and blow dry or she's a matted tangled mess.

I have given her five full baths in the past two days. FIVE!!! This morning was the last straw. I somehow ended up with a Winder Dairy guy knocking at my door with my soggy brown George in tow, a baby screaming his head off because I had to take a break from feeding him to answer the door, and a muddy dog running around the living room while I tried to politely tell the Winder Dairy guy that while I appreciated him for returning my dog, now was not a good time to try to sell me milk!

So after yet another wash and dry, I grabbed the scissors. Not only would this have been a bad idea under normal circumstances, but you when doubled with my anger, it was a recipe for disaster!

These pictures don't even give a hint of what a mess I made, but this can only be described as a hack job.

The worst part was that her hair was so stinkin' thick that my hand started cramping up and I only managed a 7-inch stripe across her back. Poor George. She just wanted to have fun. She didn't deserve this.


But shh... don't tell her. I don't think she has any idea what a silly haircut she has. She still thinks she's as cute and fun as ever.

Crazy Hair Day

Today was Crazy Hair Day at school. The girls were so excited to have their hair done. Here's what we came up with. They couldn't have been more thrilled. I just really hope we didn't mess up and today is actually pajama day or something. That would be embarrassing!

Oquirrh Mountain Temple

Last night we had a chance to go through the new Oquirrh Mountain Temple. It was so fun seeing the girls' reaction to each of the rooms. They were full of questions and I had the chance to finally feel like I knew something about what goes on inside the walls of the temple. The best part of all was on the ride home when the girls were talking about how they can't wait to go through the temple when they grow up.

Beebe Camp

Deep in the woods there's a magical little place call Beebe Camp.

Where families and friends can come together.

Where young love blossoms,

Friendships are sealed,

And leaders are born.

This is a place where age doesn't matter,

And men can be boys,

And adventures await beyond each bend.

When you're here, dirt is just another accessory

Work seems like play,

Time is of no consequense,

New and mysterious creatures can be found. And the memories made will last a lifetime.

Now if I May, Little Asher J.

For those of you who were lucky enough to see my little sister Lauri at Khursten's baptism on Saturday, you know she was d-o-n-e, done being pregnant. She was just ready to see that little guy. Well, at 12:39 am this morning she got her wish. Little Asher Jonathan joined our family. Lauri had a long, hard labor with this little 9 lb 6 oz guy, but the beaming look of pride on her face told me that he was worth it in the end.