A month in review...

I've been a bad blogger lately, so I plugged in my camera to see what I have missed. Here is our month in a few words, and a lot a pictures.

Paige had a Cowboy/Cowgirl fashion show at preschool this month, she did some fancy turns, which ended in falls. She still looked very cute, but we might be signing up for dancing this Fall.







Lots of soccer games, Weston is finally catching on to a few things (like scoring goals is fun) and told us he is the fastest on his team. He is fun to watch, just ask the twins, they get fed a lot of food by all the parents on the team.


And..... this cute girl......




did this to her sheets,

this to her crib,



and ruined her clothes,
but we still love Bag Balm. Without it we would surely have crusty cheeks, red and overwiped noses, and sore bums.



P.S. My updates will be scarce for a while because I am doing some grading online for the month of May, which means before my kids wake up, during naps, and after they're in bed. I don't feel a clean house coming on. (or a nap...sad)

Easter

We did some:

candy munching, bike riding,

picture posing,

egg hunting,

cheesing,

jump roping, bubble blowing,


and playing with cousins.

We had a fun two days being with family, there is no better way to spend time.

And That's No Bull...or is it?

I need to post a few of my one hundred and one Easter pictures, but I had to update all the fun we had today first. We finally got our bull butchered, and here is the result. It was quite the two hour chore to get all the meat in from the van, then down to the deepfreeze, not to mention that meant cleaning both freezers out first to fit it all. But we will be missing our dear bull, his spoiled tantrums when Tyler would leave for work without graining him and he would pout around the yard until I would go out and lure him back in the pen with grain, but mostly I will miss the twins' fear of the bull, because I got a lot done with him around. I could leave the house by myself six or seven times a day to take garbage out or any small chore without a tear from them, if I said those magic words, "I'm going to feed the bull, stay here."

Self-Control

These are the devil and I lack any self-control when they are in the house. My friend Laura gave me a bag of them, the big ones you get at Sam's Club (40 oz.) on Friday, and six days later-completely gone. Paige hates them, Weston ate a few, and the twins ate a handful. The honors go to me, and the roof of my mouth just healed.

The Big Three O!

Here's a little of what we've been up to the last couple of weeks:

Underwear modeling,

braving the weather to get in some jumping,

Owen and Anna like to rock and kiss each other,

oh, and I turned thirty. I remember when I thought forty was old, well I think it is sounding younger and younger. Tyler went on an overnighter with his YM, so we went for ice cream with my parents. Earlier that day my friends and I took our kids to Casper's also, so I got a day full of ice cream, I'll take that any day over cake. Thanks.

St. George Weekend

Here's how we spent our weekend. Look good to anyone? Well, we had to drive 6 hours to feel this warm sunshine and we didn't stay long, but it was worth it. Tyler called me on Friday afternoon about 2 and asked me if I wanted to go to St. George for the weekend, I, of course signed on and we left our home about 6 pm for warmer weather. It's funny what snow will do to a person.

Owen flexing his muscles and Paige and Weston couldn't get enough pool time.

Our pool honeys, Anna prefers this spot over the water, or even standing in general.

A quick stop at the temple to run on the green grass.

A little rock climbing and a picture at the hotel. We had a great time, but the twins were so glad to get home. They just ran laps around the house when we got home Sunday night and giggled.

Temple Night, Hair Blogs, and Primary

My sister Tiffany went to the temple last weekend and Tyler was roping so I watched all the kids. It wasn't too bad since she bought little presents, (treats, popcorn, a movie) and wrapped them up, then the kids got to open them up every fifteen minutes. Aunt Tiffy thinks of everything. Time just flew by and Zella really wasn't that unhappy all night, but she does love to be held.

I recently discovered hair blogs, these are blogs dedicated solely to Mom's doing their daughters' gorgeous hair in creative and sometimes weird ways, but I love them. Here is the first experiment that I am rather proud of, Paige wore it to church today. Keep reading to find out how sassy it made her. Oh, and apparently she is the perfect height for singeing her hair on our propane wall heater, because she did it again tonight on one side and the braid saved us, except for one little spot.

Getting ready for church began with the hair, didn't take too long. Ahhh, but them came the dress, she wanted the pink one, but the only tights I could find were the ones that sag on the ankles(bad ugly) and I can't handle them. I told her I would get her some decent tights this week and today she would have to wear a green dress. Well, that wasn't the right answer, she HATES green apparently. You see in Primary if there is extra time they let the kids share "Good News", and she told me that today she was going to say that she hated green for her good news. Fine by me...little did I know what she would actually come up with. She got me back.

After church a Primary teacher told me to ask Paige what she shared about her dad. They were talking about Dad's and they asked Paige to come up and tell something she liked about her dad, here is what she shared, "My dad likes to fight with my mom." Nice! I got this from multiple adult sources so it is pretty accurate, and Weston told us that everybody laughed especially the teachers. I was not amused, and I told her that if she cannot share anything nice then she can't share anything in the microphone at all anymore. (This is not our first time being laughed at, and I am afraid our kids will start doing stand-up at our expense for a good laugh, it could get really embarrassing) I sent her to sit on her bed after church and I went up a little later to find her praying, she said, "Please help me to be nice to my family, and please help me to be a nice girl."

Forgiven.

P.S. Honest, we do not fight that much.

Here's Owen tonight going to bed, he loves bedtime. No lie, he is holding six binkies and it gives me warm fuzzies. He loves them.