It was spring for two days.

So we had a picnic, went to the park, rode bikes, and walked bare foot.

Feeling like spring made us want to buy yellow flowers at Walmart.

And Easter bonnets (which we called Cowboy hats) at Target.

(Which served as a good hair solution for our two days of Spring)

But then it started to snow on Sunday . So we were all acting a little bit crazy.

We made pancakes topped with candy. And pancakes as big as a plate. Anything to help us forget that for two days it was Spring, and we almost thought we had it made.

A Bandaid

No real solution yet. For day #1, post hair-cut, Darin suggested we try a comb-over. Of course a man would think of that solution (not that Darin will ever need to use it, he's got plentiful hair). So I put her in the bath and then tried to move her natural part over to the other side. Threw a bow in and observed that solution for a day. It worked pretty well, but by the end of the day, the natural part line had won over, and we were back to her Jekyll and Hyde look.

So my next solution was a little bit of retail therapy. Tell me when a new pair of shoes hasn't made you feel better?! In this case it was for my ladies. Thanks to Grandma Z's birthday money, they walked themselves up to the Croc stand in the mall and partook of these darlings! It made me happy for a good solid set of hours just looking at their feet, and how happy they were.
And George got to redeem him $6 in coins at the Hallmark store for a Tree Frog Webkinz, aptly named "Frogger". And the icing on the cake was that the lady working at the Hallmark store was so friendly that she didn't even mind that he was paying all in coins, and even offered to help count pennies.

So you see, life isn't all bad. I am afriad of a hair cut. Until I work up enough courage, I am just choosing to admire her new shoes when I look at her.

Oh dear.

The day started out like this. Laundry being done. A healthy lunch being served. Siblings playing together happily, requesting pictures be taken of their happiness. But it deteriorated into this....

A hack job by Jane on her own cute head of hair.

I suppose I am not alone in this place in the world. Thousands of mother's before me have stood looking at what remains of a three-year-old hair cut. But suddenly when you are acutally in the moment, you certainly don't feel like much of a mother. What should I do now?

We did the birthdays.

We have this picture taken of Darin and the kids every year on his big day.

The requested Red Velvet cake for dessert. Turned out red, don't you think?! It was vERY delicious. After two days in a row of birthdays, and not meeting my 25 miles weekly goal, I am in serious trouble these days!

And of course, a guitar for the birthday boy. Perhaps inspired by Guitar Hero, Darin thought it might be fun to learn how to play the acoustic guitar. I turned to Craig's List to see what I could come up with, and sure enough found this beauty available in Colorado Springs. I met a strange, but friendly musician who had to sell his instrument to buy new tires. After serenading me in the Park-n-Ride parking lot where we agreed to meet, I bought his guitar. I think he was sad to see it go. But I am pleased to report that it will be much loved here. On the first night Darin knocked out "Twinkle, Twinkle", "The Inch Worm", and "Frolic", all tunes out of his "Teach yourself the Guitar" book that I gave along with the instrument. He is well on his way to making this guitar proud. Scott, next time you have a gig in SLC, please be sure and let Darin know. I'm sure he'd add a lot to the gigging. Thanks.

Anyway, birthdays now checked off the list, let's hope to get a few more things accomplished this week, rather than just partying and eating.

Before this day gets away from me

Let me just say that I think this guy is amazing. Always have, always will. Happy Birthday Darin!

Blowing Out Candles Three Times, When Turning 3.

It has been a day today! The ladies turned 3. The party started at 7am when George ran upstairs to wake them up to see the decorations and their presents. And it finally ended around 7:30pm after a Princess party at lunch time, and an after dinner party with dad. Non-stop fun, I am telling you.

The Highlight:

Opening a "treasure chest" of dress-up clothes at 7:45am. These became our birthday outfits throughout the whole day. However, as you will see during the birthday party, there were times of simply enjoying the birthday suit, on the birthday.

The Birthday Party:

The girlfriends, Rachel and Avery came over for lunch to help party it up by sharing Top Ramen (we pull out all the stops on a birthday!), princess dresses, tiaras and cupcakes. It was devine. All the girls were so sweet and happy that it truly was a joy. Lots of hugs and "Hank Yous" were shared.

The Conclusion:

Dad came home, they opened Dora backpacks with rolling bags, Barbie Thrones and a Princess Vanity.

And as the clock neared 7pm, you can see by the look on my face that I was beginning to wonder if the partying would ever stop?!

But with these girls, I have a tiny feeling that the answer just might be, never! Party on ladies. We sure love you!!

My Little Girls

A .

B.

I know many of my friends have pretty adorable kids. But today, I just have to say that mine are pretty adorable too. It isn't often that I match them from head to toe, and when I do, it's picture worthy. Thanks Old Navy for having these cute dresses on the rack for $2.99. Too cute!!

P.S. Do you know which is which? I've labeled the pictures A and B so that you can submit your vote. They don't really look identical, do they?

The Milestones Are Exciting!

It was another beautiful day on Saturday. With Darin feverishly re-organizing our kitchen, so as not to get in his way, I realized that I could take the boys out bike riding on the trail and get a run in at the same time. I have been waiting for this day for what feels like forever. I knew we'd get here eventually. I so much want to instill in my children the importance and joy of being outside and exercising. Of course, Henry instantly said he didn't want to go. It would be boring he told me. Of course, I knew it wouldn't be boring. We did five miles together. George and I were pretty much the same pace. He liked riding beside me because then I could push him up the hills. Our turn-around point was a dirt bike park where they got to ride over a few sweet jumps. It was SO great. I told them they were invited to come with me anytime and that we should make it a Saturday morning tradition. At the end, of course Henry admitted that he had no idea it could be so fun to go bike riding. They were so proud and surprised at their ability to ride 5 miles, which to them seemed very far. Mother always knows best. Oh, and you should see my kitchen cupboards and draws! Never have you beheld such organized spaces. Darin has so many talents!

Happy Valentine's Day.

Thank you for the flowers Darin. I love you the most! Looking forward to our date tonight.

Henry made a card for me at school. Inside it said: "Happy Valentine's Day. Get ready to say I love you." He told me it was a poem. I think it's his true sentiments. Saying "I love you" is something he has to prep-up for. What a lovely day. Have fun getting ready to say "I love you" to someone.

No "T" left un-crossed today.

8:50am. The girls and I are ready for the gym. We are going to be there first thing, because we have a Valentine's day party to attend at 10am. A lingering feeling as I am pulling my van onto the freeway, gets me to call my friend Kristine to verify the start time of the party. Of course, lingering feeling is correct, party is starting at that very moment. Exit freeway one stop up, u-turn back onto freeway. Show up at party with festively dressed little girls. Mingle and chat with the ladies. Make George feel supported and loved. Leave the party.

10:10am. Now pull van into the YMCA. A mini melt-down drama with Jane about whether she should attend the 3 year-old class or the 2 year-old class. She thinks she should get to go to the 1 year-old class. Let Ruby decide. She chooses the 3's. Drop Jane off in a chair, crying. I'm in a hurry. 4.6 miles later back to pick girls up to be back to the elementary school to get George. Party is over.

11:25am. Pull into school parking lot. Aquire George. Quickly speed off to Subway for a lunch for Henry. I promised I'd dropped one off in time for lunch at 11:50 because he simply could not do with the scheduled grilled cheese the cafeteria was offering, nor did he like peanut butter today, which is what I was offering.

11:50am. Pull back into school parking lot. Find Henry at recess hand off Subway lunch, for which his smile was pay backs enough for the effort.

12:00pm. With a break in the schedule and some Subway sandwhiches to eat, we decide we owe it to ourselves to have a picnic at the park. Not to mention that it is 55 degrees as we pull up to the park. We think we should stay at the park the whole rest of the day!

Running endorphins in full swing, mingled with the vitamin D from the sunshine, I am feeling on top of the world at the picnic. Things are going well.... Look at the clock, remember a dentist appointment.

12:30pm. Pull van into driveway. Tell kids we will be inside the house for 18 minutes while mom showers and dresses. We will then return to the van to speed off to the dentist. The team agrees with the plan. We put plan into motion.


12:55pm. A little later than hoped for, despite the world's fastest shower and hair blow dry, none the less, I won't be defeated. To the dentist we go.

1:10pm. Arrive at dentist, and George is none too pleased. I promise to tell the dentist people that we will take a break from the dentist after day, and not return for one full month. With that, George enters the elevator. Me and my mini me's spend 45 minutes in waiting room. We venture to the bathroom several times. Eat marshmellows. Color. Talk. Talk. Talk. (That's them talking, not me. I just stare off into space as much as possible during this breif time sitting in waiting room.)

2:00pm. Leaving dentist. Remember Henry's valentine's day party is starting at 2:10pm. Tell the girls we will get them some chicken and fries on our way back to the school. Apparently the lunch picnic was not so satisfying to them. Drive through Wendy's and everyone feels festive once again.

2:20pm. Pull back into school parking lot. Just as Jane is telling me Ruby is sleeping. I would like to be sleeping too at this point. Ask Ruby to wake up. Promise all the children we won't stay long. But Henry wants us to come, so we are showing up for him. Ruby peps back up and puts on her party face. We mingle and chat again with the other mom's and make Henry feel happy.

3:15pm. Finally get to leave the Valentine's day party. Enough partying for one day. We are all feeling the drag. On our way out to the car, I remember that there will be nothing waiting for us for dinner tonight. Tell all the children we must run by grocery store on our way home. I pull into the 15 minute parking with Henry as my babysitter, I promise to be RIGHT BACK, in five minutes.

3:45pm. Finally pull van back into driveway. Jane has fallen asleep. We all walk in. Put dinner in oven. Walk up to Ruby's room, with shoes still on and lay down on her bed. She soon finds me and says she will lay down next to me, not because she is tired, just to play with me. Five minutes later we have both fallen momentarily asleep.

4:15pm. I wake up and remember that many things need to be cleaned up from having fled the house at 8:50 this morning! To myself I silently declare this the longest day.

And if you are still reading this, you are feeling that way too. It seriously kept on going. Dinner, cleaning up, playing, cub scouts, car pooling, back to the grocery store. It just kept going and going. But it is alas finally over! I get a moment to sit at the computer alone and the house is all quiet. I think I did it. I think I didn't forget anything today. A small triumph. Good night.

Wouldn't Play-Doh Have Been Better?

George and I were at Target while the girls were at "school". We had to pick up Valentine's, but George also saw about 25 other things that he thought we should pick up. I didn't get him anything, except the needed Valentine cards for tomorrow's party. Along the way, I had about three different play-doh sets in my hands for the girls. It was on sale, and I kept imagining an afternoon of them at the table, with me on the couch reading a book (yeah right, but that's why it was just a vision). George told me if he couldn't get anything, they shouldn't either. So I left. But now, I'm wishing we had some play-doh to pull out. Don't you think? And now that I'm home, I remember that I'm always right about these sorts of things. *Note to self, next time do not consult with 6-year-old brother!

Speaking of Sunsets...

Even since I witnessed such a glorious sunset the other day, I have been thinking of this book that I read during the summer. The main character, Elner Shimfissle holds a nightly club called the sun setters club. All her neighbors bring their chairs and they all sit together on her back porch to catch the sunset. It got me thinking, that a sun setters club would be a wonderful idea. Anyway, this was a great book. I know that many of you are feverishly working to finish my previous book suggestion.

Oh wait, for one minute, I thought I was Oprah, and that you were all in my book club, and you were feverishly reading my book suggestions. Anyway, if you are looking for something sweet to help you remember to slow down a bit and savor the simple pleasures of life, than this is the book for you to pick up right now. I had never read any other books by Fannie Flagg, so do not think that that is a pre-requisite. Just go for this one, and enjoy the moments along the way. And by the way, do you have a good book suggestion for me? I just finished my ward's book club selection. What should I read now?

P.S. Thank you Kathryn for coming to visit today. I regretted the moment you were pulling out of my driveway that we didn't even snap a single picture of the kids. Next time...Your girls are sweet. Mine were not so sweet. But you will still be my friend anyway, I am sure of that.