Introducing...

The newest member of the Walser clan...



Isn't she lovely? The best part of it - she's like my long lost sister and we get along great. Oh and they moved barely ten minutes away. Yay for having family as your best friends!

Favorite

Not only is this my perhaps my favorite commercial of all time, but there are days I feel like yelling this at my kids (or something similar to it).



"Hey you dang woodchucks, quite chuckin' my wood!"

Every Intention

I have many intentions when I start my day. Mondays are usually chore days. Laundry, dishes, cleaning, bills... you get the point.

With my laundry going and my dishes in the dishwasher, I thought I would take some time to update my blog with our family pictures.

Mind you, they are the family pictures we took back in March, but better late than never. The only problem? I can't find the CD with all of our pictures.

It seems like that's my life lately. I have every intention to do XYZ and then things go awry. You will also be amused to find out that I (umm, or my Dad) finally hung up picture frames on the wall with the pictures of models the frames originally came with. Since I can't find my CD of family pictures, it looks like the strangers will be on my wall for a bit a longer.

I've decided to tell everyone that's Carlin and I in our younger, skinnier days.

Why My Kids Might Not Make It Till Their Next Birthdays...

Remeber how I made a goal this year to be more positive? Well, I'm trying. I'm trying really hard. And in some ways I can see the humor in the situation... sort of.

My day started out great. We bought a new car over the weekend and I got to sleep-in this morning because Carlin could take himself to work and still leave me with a car. Woohoo.


Then I found cantaloupe growing in my yard this morning while weeding and I thought yay!




I started putting together a food storage plan, took the kids to the splash pad, and got both of them down for naps at the same time. (First time this week!)

I could probably find more humor in it if I haven't been trying to get the house clean for the past week. It just seems I can never get the toys picked up, the stickiness off the floors, the food off the walls, and myself showered all at the same time. I spend all day trying to get the house to a low-level roar (I've abandoned all hope of having a spic-and-span clean house, I'm just hoping for a non-embarassing clean house) only to have the forces of nature (aka my kids) work against me.

I'll stop complaining and let the pictures do the talking. Remember this was done AFTER I had sorted, picked-up, and cleaned most of the house.


The cake incident was done during a short absence on my part in which Samuel got a hold of a cake I had bought for Relief Society (thank goodness that meeting was last night and this was the leftovers, although I feel inclined to mention that while leaving the store yesterday Samuel took the opportunity to throw the cake out of the cart and onto the floor. I still served it) - okay back to the story, Samuel put the cake on the table and when I walked back into the dining room both kids were up to their elbows in cake.

My Children

As my children throw toys across the house I've decided to ignore them and post embarrassing pictures instead.

First, we had a dance party the other day and of course had to dress in princess dresses:



Lillian gets very excited over Nutella...


I dropped Lillian off at my friend Laura's place, when I picked her up she had pigtails and toenail polish. If only I could hire Laura to come do my daughter's hair everyday.


I guess not all of these pictures were terribly embarrassing, but in my effort to ignore my kids they stopped throwing toys and started throwing blankets and pillows and have now resorted to chasing each other around the couch. I suppose that means my ignoring worked as they are now entertaining each other.

Dear Dad,

Dad, when I was a kid you were always perfect to me. You worked hard, played with us kids, had a beautiful singing voice, were strong and patient, always knew how to make Mom laugh, always had a hug ready, and always knew the right things to say. I used to lay in bed on Saturday mornings and listen to you literally whistle while you worked. I loved the way you treated Mom and always told myself I would marry someone who treated me the same way.

You've always been supportive of me and my decisions. I still remember the day I came home from school in the middle of my 9th grade year and announced I wanted to join the swim team. The next day you took me to the pool and met with the high school swim coach. I will never forget my first 500 yard race. I swam my little heart out and when I completed the race I was too weak and exhausted to lift myself out of the pool. Suddenly your hand was there lifting me up into a huge hug, even though I was sopping wet. I had come in dead last, but you hadn't cared.

To be honest, you still are a bit perfect to me. I still love to hear you sing or whistle. You are the one I call when I have a difficult decision and I need someone to discuss it with. I have never wanted anything more than to make you proud. I hope I have in some ways. Because of you I am a mother and wife. If it hadn't been for your gentle prodding to always follow the Lord, your example of prayer and diligence, I don't know if I would have been open to the idea of marriage when Carlin came along. Now I have two kids and you are a grandpa. You are a great Grandpa and I hope my kids will get to know the strong, quiet man whom their mother loves.

I love you Dad.
Aubrey

Entirely Too Excited...

Look at my son!

You: "Yep, looks like a normal picture to me Aubrey..."

Me: "Well it's not, it's Samuel wearing shoes!"

You: "And...?"

Me: "...And... he put them on all by himself! Woohooo and Happy Dance!"

Yep, I might be entirely too excited, but isn't that what motherhood is all about?