Hey, mom.....

All those times you had to beg, holler, threaten, coerce, bribe, etc. to get me to clean my room.....I'm sorry! It's a huge pain. Sorry for all your time I wasted not doing the job.

Love,
Jill

Car Apron

Jen, this one's for you!

A few weeks ago as I was sifting through all the junk in the back seat of my car, I was lamenting that the front seats don't have pockets on the back of them for all that stuff. You know, toys, extra panties and shorts, books, snacks, etc. All that stuff that piles up. (I'll spare you the picture of my car, it really is a pit)

So, the very next day, Brittany posted about this sweet little number and I thought, Oh, that wouldn't be too hard, and it would solve all my woes in the back seat. So, I pulled out some fabric I bought for $1.00 at yard, and got to sewing. I added a layer of plastic to the back. I think it will help the mat stay in place, and protect the car seat against spills. I looked for the netting, but I didn't really want to drive 25 miles to get it, and I am afraid my kids will pick at it until it has holes--big holes. I didn't add the straps because both of my car seats have cup holders. It turned out pretty cute, I think. This one is for Chani, and Emery will have one in opposite (mostly green with green bias tape).



Like I said, my car is a pit (and Clint took it to the running park). So, you don't get to see pictures of it installed today. What do you think?

Heap 'O' Trouble

Yesterday afternoon we took the kids for a drive.

E: Mom, next time let's play the Heap 'O' Trouble game again.
M: How do we play it Emery? (feeling lost, as I'd never heard this before)
E: Someone is Lighting McQueen and he crashes into the power lines an drags them and gets tied up in them, and then the Sheriff comes and says, "You're in a heap 'o' trouble, boy".
M: Oh, right.
E: I will be Lightning McQeen, Chani can be the Sheriff, myself will be Mader and Chani-self can be Sally. It will be lots of fun!

I love it!

Also, Clint ran a 5K on Saturday morning (which he won, but that's beside the point). We got there early to check in and Clint got his race number. Emery said, "I want to race too, dad." Clint told him he would have to train. So, this morning when we were done running (the kids walk with a friend while I run, and her kids walk with me while she runs) Emery said, I'm training so I can run like dad. What number will I get in the race, Mom?"

Dear NBC,

Could you please move Heroes back to 8:00 PM? See, we're busy on Monday, and while my goal is to have the kids in bed at 6:50 PM, it doesn't always happen, so I'm scrambling to be ready at 7. Besides, this show, really isn't that great. 5 nights a week, really?

Sincerely,

Me

Fire Safety

It's Fire Safety/Prevention Week and so for Library Story Time, the fire department brought a truck. Emery was thrilled, and Chani was pretty excited too. They learned to Stop, Drop, and Roll. It was so cute to watch them practicing, and when Dad got home they showed him how to do it. Here are the pictures I got!

Chani's Quilt

While we were in Idaho, I had a lot, (A LOT) of help with this quilt. My mom and Aunt Marion helped pick fabric, and cut and sew the blocks. When we got to Idaho, my niece, Ashley, did the lions share of the sewing blocks and strips together. She sat there patiently with her I-Pod and sewed her little heart out. My sisters were helpful in sewing, as well as nieces, nephews, and friends. I'm so grateful that I had so much help in making this special quilt for Chani. I couldn't be happier with how it turned out. Thanks to everyone who helped. We love it!!!

Our Indian Princess

Friday was not my best showing as a mom. We were celebrating our anniversary and I had a hair appointment in the morning. After getting my hair cut, I was getting ready for lunch, while on the phone, when I heard a tremendous crash and instant wailing from Chani’s room. I threw the phone down and ran to her room. She was pinned under the fallen dresser. I removed the dresser and when I picked her up, I noticed the blood. Lots of blood. Pouring from the back of her head. On the way down, she had either hit the bed post or a toy that was on the floor. She was shaken and crying, but mostly mad that she had blood on her hands and that I wouldn’t give her a bandaid right away. She had cracked her head pretty good, and there was a small gash. I called my friend who graciously came to my aid. After talking to my PA sister (thanks, Charlynn) and conferring with my friend, I decided it would be better to take Chani in than to chance it. Of course, on Friday afternoon, there are no doctors open in this part of the country. We had to go to the ER and it was sort of like that scene in the movie. You know, when the boy says, “Come on, I’ll show you where my dad keeps his gun.” He turns around and the whole audience gasps. I felt like that. People would smile at her all cute bow and happy go lucky. Then she’d turn away from them and they’d see the bloody mess on the back of her head. Sigh. We saw the doctor, he was very nice. Told us we didn’t need stitches or staples or anything else. So, they bandaged her up like an Indian Princess and off we went. Clint and I still went out for our anniversary, and my great friend kept the kids overnight. Chani did great. The next afternoon I showered her off (the doctor said I could). The Indian Princess dressing had to go back on, though, when she bonked the same spot playing on the floor with her brother. She really wanted the headdress to be purple, but I couldn't find any of that tape stuff in purple. Maybe next time....then again, I hope there's not a next time!