Sista friends

Me and my sista friends got to go see Mindy Gledhill LIVE in concert in Pocatello last night! It was AWESOME! Honestly, she is one singer that sounds BETTER live than on her recordings. I have always felt that good music truly feeds the soul, and this is one song that does that for me....
WHOLE WIDE WORLD watch it, feel it, love it. You know you will.

Afterwards, Emily (being a super super fan!) really wanted to meet her and get a picture taken with her. So.... Bonnie and I jumped on that bandwagon. Real fast. 

We had a blast! Oh, and Shawn came too-- we needed someone to take our stalker-ish picture!

balloons and WHAP!'s

There was a talk given in the last conference, by Carl B. Cook, entitled, "It Is Better To Look Up." Our RS lesson yesterday was on this talk, and near the end of the lesson, we all received a balloon to take outside and let go, in similitude of letting go of our burdens. I was given a balloon, but because I was holding a sleeping baby, and had neglected to bring a blanket (my mother would be horrified!), I gave my balloon to someone else and asked them to let it go for me. I stayed just inside the doors and watched everyone through the glass "let go of their burdens." It was an interesting perspective. It was a very cold day AND the wind was blowing. So everyone had a different experience as they "let go." So like the real experience of letting go of our burdens. Some let go and watched happily as their balloon floated lazily away. Some let go, and watched their balloon fall to the ground at their feet (apparently the cold messes with the helium). And some, let go, only to have their balloon come back and WHAP! them in the face a few times, before floating up, up and away.

Sometimes I feel like that last one is me. I'm trying, trying, trying to let go of some of my burdens-- but sometimes they just have to come back and WHAP! me in the face before they can float merrily on their way. BUT at least they do eventually float along.

PS- On fast sunday, do you consciously search for the biggest piece of bread on the sacrament tray, and then grab the next smallest one because you don't want to feel like a pig? just a question. I mean, I definitely don't.

Farm stories

This is what happens when I give Quinn free reign on what to wear for the day..... a purple and white striped dress over her pajamas + the ruby slippers from her dorothy costume (you'll notice she even did her own hair-- see the barrette (sp?) up front?).

And this is what she looks like when I choose and do for her......  (She actually loved it-- her face just isn't showing it in this picture.)

And HERE is the super sweetest little boy ever! Just look at that smile.....

Mac is just the happiest little boy-- he makes it so easy to be a Momma!

PS- Tyson wanted to be in on the blogging-- so I let him pick the title....

Immu-ni-WHAT??!

Today was the fateful day-- the day Mac got his very first immunizations....

Since Quinn had missed her two-year appointment, I thought I would just schedule both their appointments at the same time and make life easier, right? Wrong. I didn't think of how I was going to handle TWO screaming children.

When I realized my mistake, I panicked. But then, it turned out Quinn's flu shot was a simple nose spray, and I began to breathe again. She took it just fine and even smiled afterward as they handed her her Dora sticker. And I smiled, thinking how lucky I was. Then it was Mac's turn. I put him up on the train table (this doctor's office has themed rooms, like 20 of them- today we were in the train room-- super cool), and turned to smile at Quinn. She frowned at me-- a deep, deep frown. Uh-Oh. I didn't factor in her big-sister protectiveness. That frown progressed rapidly into frantic screaming, as they poked Mac and placed the band-aids on his legs. And now- my worst nightmares were being realized. Both kids were screaming at the top of their lungs as the nurse handed me Mac, and gave me a very sympathetic (but not ENOUGH) look. The next 10 minutes are kind of a blur in my memory, but I remember I did make Quinn walk out of the doctor's office-- I simply couldn't carry them both AND open the four doors it takes to get to the parking lot. I cursed her sympathy pains all the way home, while she continued to wail, even though Mac had calmed down and gone to sleep. But in all reality, can you blaim her?? I wish I could've done the same thing........ Why does the mommy have to be the strong one?

*27*

Tyson turned 27 and we celebrated ON the day with a delicious cupcake, and a candle.....

Yes, those are bones. Significant of how incredibly old he's getting..... :)

Happy Birthday Man-of-mine!!

Halloween 101

First of all, when you have a blonde little Dorothy that looks this CuTe: Take lots of Pictures.....

Please excuse the scary afro-man, I couldn't get him to wear a themed costume....

So, I didn't either....

I'm a little scared of when this girl reaches dating age-- she blows me away with how naturally beautiful she is. Hopefully she's like me, and is just mean to all the boys that she likes. Hey- it kept me pure. :)

PS- Mac has only worn his costume for about five minutes, while we trick-or-treated at an old-folks home, and wouldn't you know it, it was the one time that Quinn was NOT dressed up and I had no camera. SO, I will be dressing them both up again and taking lots of pics, as soon as I can find time....

Bliss

My sweet baby boy is asleep on my shoulder-- snoring ever so softly. My apartment is a complete disaster. And we are all basking in the glow of a fun-filled weekend. Quinn has asked me about ten times, where Addie is, and then, "Mom, WHY did she go home??" Ahhh, the joy of cousin love...

So I thought I would take this moment to tell you about a funny potty-training experience. We were in the store- just browsing when Quinn suddenly hunkered down and started making the "poop face," then she turned to Tyson and I and said, "I gotta poop!" So I left Tyson with Mac, and Quinn and I made a mad dash for the bathrooms. Quinn, in her haste to get there on time, ran right in front of a man walking across an isle. But, being the polite girl she is, she yelled, "SORRY! I gotta go POOP!" Never even skipping a beat, she kept right on running. I caught a glimpse of the man's face and laughed all the way to the bathrooms. Once inside the bathrooms, she instantly sat on the toilet and did her business. In the midst of praising her, I heard someone snickering in the next stall over. Just then, Quinn get's off the toilet, looks inside, and says, "Wow mom, that's a HUGE one!" And I just thought well, lady-in-the-next-stall, if you thought my poop-praise was funny- I'm sure you're about to split a gut. AND she did....

Bless you Quinn, bless you- for bringing entertainment to the WalMart bathroom.