If…You are a Better Mom Than Me

 

A friend of mine told me about this great blog post called If...You are a Better Mom Than Me.  I loved it and wanted to play too.  So…

If you respond before your child says mom for the 8th time…you’re a better mom than me.

If you wash the ketchup off of your child’s face before they leave the house…you’re a better mom than me. 

If you can get your kids all out the door on time and without a meltdown about that one lost shoe…you’re a better mom than me.

If you entertain your preschooler with learning songs and games instead of letting the TV fulfill that need…you’re a better mom than me.

If your child doesn’t tell Grandma not to waste all toilet paper because mommy says it is too expensive…you’re a better mom than me.

If you can run the errands, chauffeur the kids, and chase the toddler while dressed to the nines in your high heels…you’re a better mom than me.

If you can pull the car seat out of the van without a flood of crumbs falling out all over the parking lot…you’re a better mom than me. 

If you’ve never found a sippy cup that was so old with rotten milk that you didn’t dare open it…you’re a better mom than me. 

If you answer all 157 questions your daughter asks in a day with something more meaningful than “I don’t know, sis.” …you’re a better mom than me.

If you’ve never slept in and then forgotten to put on your bra before rushing out the door…you’re a better mom than me.

If you want to play along leave your “you’re a better mom than me” in the comments or post it on your blog and link us up to it. 

Snowball Fight

 

Troy has been working diligently on making a fort for the ultimate snowball fight with the kids.  There are many challenges that come with a project like this.  The first challenge that he faced was finding some snow clothes. 

As it seems the women’s size 8 snow suit that our neighbor’s gave us wouldn’t keep all the snow out.

The next challenge he had to overcome was figuring out a way to get the snow to pack together.  To his dismay the snow in our yard in no way resembles the Utah snow that he grew up knowing and loving.  So he had to get a little creative in order to turn the icy fluff into packing snow.  He would send the kids into the house with orders for things like a spray bottle, a bowl, a pitcher of water, the toy bucket, and a wagon. 

 

 Sorry I didn’t get a picture of that.

 

His third and final challenge, he has yet to overcome.

Finding a a worthy opponent.

Snowmobiling

 

Last Saturday we were invited to a birthday party for a friend in the ward.  They asked us to come enjoy the snow with their snowmobiles and sleds.  They even had a children’s snowmobile which was a lot of fun for the kids.  We had a really fun time.

 

The funniest part of the story though was just trying to find their house.  It was Me, Rachelle and the six kids we have between us in my 7 passenger van.  We were about halfway there (they live about 35 min. from our house) when I realized I forgot my phone and I didn’t have an address or anything.  Neither of us had ever been there and neither of us had a phone for GPS purposes or calling for directions.  All we knew was that she said they lived behind the school.  Okay so we got into town and the junior high is right off the main road so we checked all around that without luck.  Then we saw a sign for the high school down another road so we took that route only to fail again.  So I turned around to head back to the main road not knowing what exactly we were going to do at this point when suddenly I see flashing lights that we all know to be bad news.  So I pulled over and as the officer was coming to my door Rachelle reminded me that the guy who’s house we are going to use to be a cop.  So when he got to my window the conversation went like this.

Officer: “Looks like you’ve got a full house in here.”

Me (gulp): “yea…um… we are actually going sledding.”

Officer: “Well, the reason I pulled you over is because you were going 47 in a 35 the limit changed about half a mile back.”

Me:"I am sorry I didn’t realize it had changed, we are a little lost. We are actually looking for the ____’s house you might actually know them.  Don’t you?”

Officer(now smiling): “Yes I do know him, but I can’t tell you where he lives.  But I can tell you where a good sledding hill is.”

Me: “No, they are actually expecting us at their house for the birthday party so thanks anyway.”

Rachelle (brilliantly piping in over my shoulder): “Can you tell us where the Elementary school is?”

At this point he must have realized that we were actually invited over to his house and that this minivan full of 2 moms and 6 kids probably didn’t have plans to viciously terrorize a former police officer.  So he took mercy on us and proceeded to tell us how to get there.  I was thankfully blessed to have gotten directions and thankfully blessed to have gotten out of a couple of serious tickets.  (speeding and too many kids in the car)  It is the first time an officer has ever had mercy on me so maybe the old saying is true.  It’s who you know. 

Inspired by Pinterest

 

 

I found the most delicious looking chocolate chip cookie dough truffles on pinterest and I couldn’t wait to try them.  So I spent my Sunday afternoon dutifully following the recipe.

Ya that’s the same.

One of them Days

 

It's just one of those days that a girl goes through
When I'm angry inside,
Don't wanna take it out on you.
Just one of them things.
Don't take it personal.
I just wanna be all alone
And I you think I treat you wrong.
Don't take it personal

~ Monica

Stay on the Course

 

Golf Course that is.

For mutual the other night we had the girls all bring things to make a miniature golf hole and then we played the course.  Each class made a hole full of obstacles and the leaders made a whole with the Temple at the end.  We told the girls that in order to make it to the Temple, they need to stay the course.  And that they will face many obstacles along the way, but it is important to get back on course and find yourself in the Temple doors someday.  Then we served some cupcakes. 

Confession

 

I sometimes associate the days of the week with colors. 

Monday is Red

Tuesday is Blue

Wednesday is Orange

Thursday is Purple

Friday is Pink

Saturday is Green

Sunday is Yellow

I know that on the Calendar Sunday is the first day of the week but I feel like it is the last day of the week because everything starts over on Monday.

So being that yesterday was MLK day and the kids didn’t have school, it didn’t feel at all like a Red day and since today is like Monday and Tuesday mixed, it sort of feels like Red and Blue, but that makes purple which would be Thursday.  So is tomorrow Friday? 

Confession: I am discombobulated.

Handout

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Visiting teaching handout for January.

Mommy Wow…

 

Mouths of Babes

 

A few days ago Troy turned the TV on to check on the bowl games.  Utah was playing Georgia Tech and Utah was in the lead by 7.  In reaction to this terrible realization Troy and I shouted out in disgust and in unison, “UTAH?” 

Michael obviously thought we were talking to him because he immediately turned around and said in defense, “I did not Tah!”

2011

 

If you had to sum up 2011 in just one word what would it be?

For me: Growth