Big questions...

Today at lunch...

Charlotte: "When I die, I'm going to ask Jesus why He made me love oatmeal SOOOO much, because it's my favorite, and I love it!"

(gales of laughter from the kids)

Barrett: "When I die, I'm going to ask Jesus why He made my Mom not give me cookies at breakfast."

(more insane laughter)

Charlotte: "Well, when I die, I'm going to ask Jesus why He made Mom SOOOO scared of spiders, because they are soooo yucky and gross, and they freak her out."


Hey, Charlotte- get in line for that question!

Kids are endlessly amusing.

Music Theory

We have already established that I love music. Hopefully, you have caught on to that from previous posts, or from visits to
my house, or whatever.
Love music.
Always have.
Probably always will.

My kids love music, too.
Hopefully always will.

Which brings me to my point of this post:
"Why I Do Not Fear My Kids Listening To Music."

Let me explain.
A little bit ago, I was having a discussion with someone about music. About what we like now, what we used to like, what we wish we could still find, etc. And then it turned into what our kids like to hear and listen to.
Interesting conversation.

My kids like to listen to a wide variety of musical styles, genres, etc. Some of the things they like happen to be the same things that
Colby and I like. Go figure!
Not all, but much of their musical taste is shaped by what they have been exposed to at home. My kids have a constant diet of music fed to them at our house. Depending on our mood, it could be anything from Billy Idol to Beethoven; Ella Fitzgerald to My Bloody Valentine; A.F.I. to Elvis; Metallica to Enya; ABBA to The Clash; Depeche Mode to Disney Princesses. And anything and everything in between.

I was asked how I thought my kids react to some of the
music that I like.
I asked what she meant by "react."
Basically, she meant what kinds of things does "my music" teach my kids, or say to my kids.

You know what? Honestly, I really don't think of things that way. Whether music, or movies, or clothes, or hairstyles, or anything else, I don't categorize them into "what could this
possibly 'make' my kids think or do."

Because I remember what my childhood was like.
My dad is one of the biggest old-school style cowboys you'll ever meet. Deep, twangy, hillbilly country music for him. The closest to "rock" music he likes is Fleetwood Mac and Kim Carnes.
A good ol' country boy, through and through.
My mom likes almost every kind of music you can think of.
Growing up, I had exposure to the old classic greats of country music, Dolly Parton, Waylon Jennings, Hank Williams, Sr., and many others. From my mom, I also heard a lot of the Moody Blues, The Pointer Sisters, The Beatles, Tina Turner, Blondie, and a whole lot more.

I still love a lot of the same music I heard as a little kid. I still hear the Pointer Sisters, and I am immediately transported back in time, and I love that nostalgic feeling! Whenever I hear a good old classic country song, it reminds me of my Dad, and I love that feeling too.

But, I also found music that was uniquely mine, in a way. It was music that I came upon on my own. Music that my parents didn't have at home, and didn't always "love."
It was music that spoke to me, for whatever reason. Music or lyrics, or a combination of both, that touched me. It touched my heart, my soul, whatever you want to call it.
It was music that was Mine.
Music that meant something to me, deeply.

I was then, and I remain now, very grateful to my parents for allowing me to become whoever I was going to become, and for letting music play an important role in that 'becoming.'
Even when the music wasn't exactly their taste. I mean, my Dad tried really hard to like Depeche Mode and The Cure and Skinny Puppy, but it just wasn't for him! But, he let it be 'for me' and I will always be appreciative of that.

I am certain there were times when my parents were concerned, and worried about me. And maybe they even questioned if 'my music' was playing the wrong part in my life, but they still chose to
let me be 'me.'
They allowed me to be myself, even when that meant they had to listen to Depeche Mode or The Cure VERY LOUDLY because that was what I needed.
I love that about them.

And I intend to give my kids the same chance.

Because I know that even if I had the personality type that would allow me to be a dictatorial parent, and force my kids to listen to the "right" music, or to force my kids to stop listening to the "wrong" music, they would still find music they could call "their own."

I know that eventually my kids will gravitate toward whatever music speaks to them.
I know that it may or may not be music that I love.

And I know that I will be so proud of them, and so excited to see glimpses of whoever they are going to be.

I am not afraid of music, and I am not afraid of
what it "might do" to my kids.

Stupid News....

Had a great two weeks....NOT!
My hip is killing me, enough that I actually made an appointment with an orthopedic specialist.

Diagnosis: Greater Trochanter Bursitis.
Okay.

Treatment: Lortab every six hours. Why Lortab? Well, in a nutshell, because I don't react well to Percocet.

End result: I don't react well to Lortab, either.
I think I'll take the 'holy crap, this HURTS' pain from the bursitis over the constant nausea, dizziness, alternately shaky and numb hands and feet, and total fatigue from the Lortab.

Apparently, my body does not like narcotic pain relievers.
And just when I was thinking of becoming a pain-killer addict, too.

Hurry, Tooth Fairy!

Charlotte has officially joined Savannah in the "big girl" club-
she has lost her first tooth!
She is very excited about it, and cannot wait until the Tooth Fairy takes it away and leaves her money instead.

Welcome to the "Big Girl Club," Charlotte!

Random Savannah...

Savannah is wonderful. Let me tell you why.
Well, actually, let me briefly highlight some of the reasons why, because if I don't, you'll be here reading for a VERY long time. Yep, she's that awesome!

So, Savannah is sweet. Inside and outside, she is sweet.
Tender. Loving. Kind. Sincere. Thoughtful.

The other day, I was downstairs, and noticed that Savannah had made her bed, and pretty much cleaned up her room before she went to school. But, the best part is, I never asked her to do it. She just did.

I have been told many times, by many people, that my Savannah is very sweet and caring to other people. All of her teachers have said that she is a wonderful student to have in class, because she is so willing to be a friend to everyone, and tries so hard to help.

She tries so hard to make sure everyone around her is feeling good about themselves. A few days ago, Charlotte was trying to put together one of her toys, and it evidently was not working the way Charlotte intended. Charlotte, who is just a tiny little bit like Dani, was not pleased, and having a slight impatience-induced temper tantrum over it. Savannah tried to help her, and pointed out that the way Charlotte had put it together made a great bed for her Little Pet Shops. Charlotte was so glad, and proud that she could "build a Pet Shop bed all by myself!"

And, just because I love this about her:
Savannah loves music, and appreciates and favors a more soft, mellow and quiet range of music than I do. Not that I don't like soft, mellow music or anything, but she LOVES it, much more than I do.
A little while ago, Savannah put in a CD while we were cleaning up a bit, and getting dinner ready.
Her choice?
"The Best of Ella Fitzgerald."
And her remark after the music started:
"Mom, it's impossible not to smile and be happy when you
listen to Ella."

LOVE my Green-eyed Beauty!

How do I love thee...

Yesterday at lunch, Barrett was eating his sandwich, and then said "Mom." Anticipating that he was going to ask for chips (which he knows he can't have until his sandwich and banana are all gone), I said "After your sandwich and banana, Bear."
Then, he just said "Mom" again. So, I just said "What, Bear?"
And he replied with: "Mom, you're so pretty."

This morning, we were on the couch reading a book, and he looked up at me and this conversation took place:
"Mom, can I marry you?"
"Definitely."
"Can I be your Prince, and can you be my Princess?"
"I'd love that, Bear!"
"I love you, Mom."
(me choking back tears of utter joy) "I love you too, my Little Prince."

Oh, how I love that boy!!!

Proof you're a Mom...

I think there are just some things in life that prove you are a Mom.
Like wiping a nasty booger off your kid's face with your hand because you don't have a napkin, kleenex, baby wipe, or anything else handy.
So, boogers on hands=Mom.

Or like fibbing about how delicious and yummy those brussels sprouts are, because you really want them to eat, and because you are desperate for them to eat something other than chicken nuggets and fries now and then.
So, lying (in a nice way!)=Mom.

And then there's this:

My Ipod.

Now I know what you are thinking-
"How can an Ipod prove you are a Mom?"

Well, let me tell you.

First, I LOVE music. All kinds of music. And I generally have music playing at my house all the time. I think I have mentioned this before, but, I think I may have some secret and undiagnosed phobia of silence. Oh well.

So, I love music. Consequently, all three of my kids love music too. All of them have their own Ipods. Not because we spoil our kids, though! Only because Savannah destroyed her Ipod Shuffle that Santa brought her, less than 24 hours after receiving it, and therefore inherited mine.
And then, Colby got a new one, so I got his old one.
And then I got a new one, so Savannah got mine again, and Charlotte got Savannah's.
And then Colby got a new Ipod Touch, so I got his old one, Savannah got mine again, Charlotte got Savannah's again, and Barrett got Charlotte's.
Everyone clear?!!!

Anyway, despite the fact that all of my kids have their own Ipods, with all the music that they want and love on them, I still have music that they want and love on MY Ipod.
Why?
Because I am a Mom.
Because my Ipod will play music without headphones, and they think it's so much cooler than their's.

So, because I am a Mom, my Ipod is full. No more room.
Because it has Hannah Montana on it- and I don't even like her music.
Because it has 3 Jonas Brothers Cds on it- and I don't like their music either.
Because it has the Toy Story soundtrack on it.
Because it has the Disney Princesses CD on it.
Because it has all of the kid's music on it, even though that same music can be found on their own Ipods.

So, now my Ipod is full, and I have no more room for music that I like.
Yep, I must be a Mom.

Pleasant Valley Saturday...

UTAH: 38 UNLV: 10

Air Force: 35 Team that does not deserve to be named: 10


All in all, a great day of football!!!

Back to school for Barrett...

It is official. My kids are getting too grown up. Here it is, the first day of my baby boy's last year of preschool!!
Barrett was pretty excited, and ready to go!!

So, I really don't know why the dagger was necessary. Maybe he expects bad guys to be at school. Maybe he just likes to be prepared. Maybe he's just a 4 year old boy who LOVES guns, knives, swords, any weapon of any kind. Maybe he's just too dang funny and cute!!

After I told him that he couldn't take the deadly weapon to school, he was kind enough to smile for me anyway. Such a good boy!

At the front doors of the school. Never fear, he wasn't scared or sad.....he just didn't really want me to follow him in. He's big, he told me.
Yeah, maybe so, but, I'm still a mom, and I just have to walk you in the first day!

And inside his classroom. He is so excited to be in "the big class" also known as Pre-Kindergarten. It's a big deal, he goes to school three days a week now!
On another note, he was pretty impressed with the shirt he picked out for his first day of school.
In case you can't see it clearly, it has three trees that are mangled or injured, and then the caption below then says,
"homework kills trees....it must be stopped."

So funny!

In the minority....

I find myself in the minority about several things.

For example, I think the music of the band U2 is absolutely and ridiculously overrated. Seriously, for a band that has been around nearly 30 years, I can't think of more than 2 songs of theirs that don't make my skin crawl and my eardrums want to burst. But, it seems that most humans on this earth think their music is amazing, inspiring, great, whatever else. Not me. Yuck.

Also, I couldn't care less about what I wear, how I look, how old the clothes in my closet are, if they're in fashion, whatever. Don't care. Never have. If they are clean, and if they fit me, hurray!! I'm happy. It kinda bugs my poor sister, who has been telling me for decades that I need a major style overhaul.

But, I have officially found another area where I am a definite minority:

Oh, how I detest that place! I have eaten at Cafe Rio on a few occasions, and every time, I hate it.
I honestly think I am the the only person on the planet who hates Cafe Rio.
Bring me Taco Bell.
Bring me Del Taco.
Bring me Taco Time.

But, DO NOT bring me Cafe Rio.
Yuck.

Back to school....again!

So now it is Charlotte's first day of school. Kindergarten. Already.

I can't believe how much she has grown. I can hardly believe that my tiny baby Charlotte Renee, who came into this world 90 minutes before her due date, and tipping the scales at 5 pounds, 10 ounces, is old enough to be going to "the big school."

Charlotte is super excited to be in kindergarten. She is soooo excited to be going to school just like Savannah. Now, if we only had the bus, her little world would be just about perfect! (now don't get me started on the bus situation, though, grrrr!!)

Charlotte just before we took her to school. She is sooooo excited, you can see it on her face, can't you!!??!!
Charlotte at her "table" that is kindergarten's version of a "desk." She was slightly annoyed by that, but I think she'll get over it!

She had such a fun day, and I can't wait for tomorrow- it will be the first day of school all over again, kind of. As of tomorrow morning, Charlotte is on 'A' track, in Miss S. Christensen's class.

I AM SO GLAD!!
I think it will make a HUGE difference, and I am very happy about the change. The only thing is, now I will have a traditional school schedule preschooler, an 'A' track kindergartener, and a 'D' track 4th grader.

Totally worth it. Bring it on!!

Back to school...

Savannah has started school. Already. Blasted year-round school- I really HATE it. But, that's not important.
What is important, is that my little green-eyed beauty is in
4th grade!! I cannot believe it.
It seems only yesterday we moved into this house, and she was only 3, and just starting preschool. Here we are, six years later, and she is officially growing up. Quickly. A little too quickly, if you ask me!


She was pretty excited for school to start this year, for a few reasons.
First, she is in 4th grade now, and it's kinda a big deal! 4th grade signals "grown up kids" in elementary, apparently. Quite excited to be one of the bigger kids.

Second, her teacher is Mr. Gallagher, who Savannah may or may not have a slight crush on. I can't actually say if she does or not, because I got in trouble when I opened my big fat mouth (well, really my big fat computer....) and blabbed to the entire cosmos that Savannah has a little bit of a crush on those cute Jonas Brothers.
So, maybe, maybe not. Ask her.

Third, Charlotte will be at school with her this year. Only half the day of course, because kindergarten in (most of) Utah is just (glorified preschool) half-day. But still, Savannah is so proud to be a big sister at school. LOVE that about my dear Savannah, she is so tender and caring and sweet.

This is Savannah just before we left to take her to school. She was actually kind of nervous, but if you ask her, she is only grimacing because the sun was really in her eyes, and it was hard to smile.

And this is Savannah, in her 4th grade classroom, at her 4th grade desk, holding up her desk nametag.

After that, I promised I would not subject her to further embarrassment, and ended the photo session. Plus, Mr. Gallagher came in just then, so I was pretty much ignored anyway......


All in all, she had a wonderful first day back.
Happy 4th Grade, my beautiful green-eyed Savannah!

Oh, the things kids say....

Spaghetti.

Magic.So, what do these two things have in common?

Charlotte, of course!

Tonight, the kids asked what was for dinner. The answer was-- spaghetti and meatballs. That response brought on a full-fledged
"I don't like spaghetti" tantrum from all three of the kids.

A little later, when dinner was ready and getting dished up, Charlotte sees the plates on the table, piled high with spaghetti and
yummy meatballs.
With my back to her, I hear her adorable little voice say, in a slightly hushed and irritated tone, this:

"Abra cadabra, make this spaghetti go away."

Colby and I almost fell over laughing. Come on, Charlotte, tell us how you REALLY feel!!!

On a somewhat related note, Colby is not a huge fan of spaghetti. Something about eating it several times a week for two straight years on his mission. But, he really does love my
spaghetti and meatballs.
Come on, Charlotte- if Colby can eat it happily after nearly overdosing on it for two years, you can choke down a few bites without having to resort to magic spells to make the
dinner disappear!!!

Oh my, she is sooooo funny!

Charlotte's wonderful world...

Anyone who knows Charlotte at all knows that she is a Princess.
She loves to dress up, she loves to wear glittery makeup, she loves to wear high heels,
she LOVES to wear jewelry,
you get the idea.

On a typical day, Charlotte will ask me if she can wear a dress or a skirt. Since the weather has been so lovely and sunny and warm lately, the answer every single day has been, much to Charlotte's extreme delight, YES!

On a related note, the most effective and surefire method of punishment or discipline for Charlotte is to tell her that if she doesn't behave, or clean her room, or whatever, that I will take her dresses away, and she'll have to wear pants for a week.
Works every time.
Honestly, you'd think I was threatening her very existence.
That's how much she LOVES to wear dresses.

So imagine my shock when Charlotte came upstairs today after getting dressed.

She was wearing a simple shirt and capri pants.

Everyone, record this in your journals!! It may never happen again- Charlotte picked out and wore capris without it being a method of torture or discipline.

Oh, how I love my twirly-girly Charlotte!

In the realm of fantasy...

I like fantasy stories, don't you? I am a sucker for a good fairy tale, or a great fantasy/sci-fi story. Not really hi-tech, super-geeky sci-fi, mind you, but a good Terry Brooks novel is sure a fun read.

So, in the land of fairy tales and magic and fantasy and the like, you read of mythical creatures; or of magical objects.
Sucks that in real life, none of that ever shows up, don't you think?
In all my 30+ years of life, I have never, not once, walked down the street, and witnessed a unicorn flying through the sky.
I have never walked into a darkened room, and found a glowing stick so fraught with magic and wonder that my eyes burn from merely looking at it.

So many magical and wondrous things that I have heard of, and yet not seen with my own eyes.

But, today, I must confess, I did see something.

Colby claims that he has seen these particular things on numerous occasions. Often, he will try to point them out to me, so that I can share in the joy of seeing these elusive things.
But, alas, I have never been able to see them before.

I was afraid that I was one of those Harry Potter "muggle" types that just doesn't have the gift of sight. After all, I have read the "The Hobbit" and the "Lord of the Rings" trilogy, and I thought, quite frankly, that they were horribly, and epically, overrated. And I'm just about the nerdiest bookworm ever, so what does that mean?!?!?

But, today, I saw them!!

Colby pointed them out to me, and for the first time ever, I can say with absolute confidence that I saw them too.

I saw, with my own two eyes............

are you ready for this........

Colby has gray hair.

Maybe 3 of them, MAYBE, but he is a little bit bugged
by their presence.
His birthday this year was a bit rough for him, as well.

Honestly, he has tried to show me his "gray hair" several times in the past few months, and I never see any. Truly.

But, today, I crossed over from the land of fantasy into the
realm of reality.
The mysterious Colby-gray-hair actually does exist.

And yet, Colby is still so dang hot and handsome!!