greetings from the secret lair.

well, we moved, not quite set up yet, even after a month. I decided to make new curtains for the whole house and create new pictures for the living room. nothing like a move to spark a remodel.

In the mean time enjoy this little mommy-brag

Monkey has an amazing ability to find things. He came in the other day carrying a $10 bill covered in mud that he had found. He then proceded to say "I am going to save this for my mission because I know it takes a thousand dollars to go to China"

I'll miss him when he's gone:)

z-dog

As we were doing family scripture study, I read 1 Nephi 21:15 "For can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb?" At which point, Z-dog leaned over and bit my arm, vampire style.

Try as hard as I might, sometimes I just can't forget him.

April Fools day is one of my favorite holidays. It is one of Z-dog's too, and he really was trying hard to pull "tricks". I got it into my cute little head to pull a trick on Daddy-man. When Z-dog got home from school, I attacked him with the make-up. I created this little beauty of a shiner (the semester of stage make-up wasn't a waste of time). I then sent a pix-message to Daddy-man, Aunt T and the facebook community. Daddy-man called all concerned and while Z-dog and I made up a huge story about how the boys at school were just playing, when Z got carried away and got too rough with one of his friends and how that friend lost his temper and punched Z, Daddy man became REALLY concerned. This is the point I lost it giggling and handed the phone to Z, who yelled "April Fools!" Daddy-man then said "I love you, but right now I don't like you," then hung up the phone.

HOW AWESOME!!!

Aunt T called, but we didn't get carried away. She was still pretty annoyed.

And apparently we had a bunch of people fooled on facebook. A WHOLE BUNCH

The child may be hitting that obnoxious "cub-scout" stage (you know; loud, smelly, just a bit wild), but he sure does make me laugh. Plus it is always nice to have a partner in crime.

quite book

I have been working on a quite book for the boys. to be honest I wasn't quite prepared for how long it would take, or how much it would cost. But, I have had a lot of fun and have learned quite a bit, so it was worth it in the end (plus the boys love it, so I guess that helps :) I can't quite figure out just why half of the pictures are sideways though, but there is a baby that is in need of attention, so I won't take the time to fix it.

these blogs are where I got the ideas,http://homemadebyjill.blogspot.com/2009/07/quiet-book-templates.html

http://craftychiclyric.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-quiet-book.html

http://quietbook.blogspot.com/

http://modestmaven.blogspot.com/2009/05/sew-quiet-book.html

http://naptimejournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/quiet-book-ideas.html

although the fish one was all mine, and all the "extras" it wouldn't be my project if I didn't get carried away.

freezer paper shirts

picture of a gnome shirt that I made for bear using freezer paper. The picture is one of the gnomes that my brother gave to me.

And this would be a shirt I made for Daddy-man. Proof that the man is spoiled and incredibly luck to be married to me.

this is where I got the how to do
http://www.dana-made-it.com/2008/08/tutorial-freezer-paper-stencil-makenna.html

her blog is my new fave.

welcome to the century of the fruit bat

o.k. so it's not the century of the fruit bat, It's just a quote from Mr. Pratchett.

So Daddy-Man came to me today and asked me to design his portfolio. He's all trying to butter me up saying things like how awesome I am, and how talented I am. What I want you to know is just how not awesome I am feeling about this.
Sure, I have all sorts of ideas, but getting them out and put down on the computer? AHHHHH! I don't know if anyone else gets like this, but when ever I am introduced to a new form of technology, I FREAK! I get this icky panicky feeling. The computer program shall remain nameless in case I start cursing at it at some later date. I know that tons of people can use unsaid program with ease, but when Daddy-Man starts coaching me, I just want to cry (nothing against Daddy-Man, the same thing happened when my father tried tutoring me in math) And this a big deal. Our future could be riding on this. I don't know why I am not an uber genius on the computer. My Brother and Father are both what you would call "Computer Nerds" Daddy-Man and all the Brothers-in-Law are mini computer nerds (mini because they can't do the hacking, not because they are little, that would be my mom who really is a mini computer nerd :) I am just glad that I can type, occasionally without looking at my fingers. If I had been born a couple of decades earlier, I probably wouldn't even be able to do that. Now if I had been born later, maybe we would have done more in computer class than play Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego.
Anyways, wish me luck. and if you don't hear from me soon, that means that I smashed the computer out of complete frustration.

no t.v. week

What was I thinking? That pretty much sums it up.
During the long winter break, the boys became addicted to the television. In my defense it was freezing and half of the days were red air days. Sure they also were playing with legos or coloring along with the t.v watching, but no matter what they were doing, the t.v had to be on. So between parental guilt and a concern for their little minds, we decided to see if they could go a week without t.v. (yes there is some bribing) Now here is the what was I thinking part. Every single day has been a red air day. Not just any red air day, but the kind that you start hacking and wheezing just looking out the window. So that means no bundleing up and playing outside. (Monkey is mildly asthmatic and Z-Dog has been sick) Lego's are awesome, but they can only last so long. Books are there. Art projects get done. Fighting is often. There has been a swimming party in the giant bathtub every night (huge mess and soggy swimsuits everywhere) No computer or Wii too. There are only 2 days left, but it is the weekend. I just may have to go spend money just for a reason to get out. McDonald's playland is out of the question, gross. Hooray for Joyschool, 1st grade, dentist appointments, cooking class, church and institute. I have finished my book from Daddy Man, taught a friend how to make hair things, made some for my self. Listened to a lot of Pandora radio (mostly the Disney station), so there has been a lot of dance breaks.

A book lasts longer than a dozen roses.

My huzzy-bunz is amazing. I got a package in the mail today and it was a book from my favorite author that daddy-man ordered for me. Some girls get flowers (which I love, don't get me wrong), but my man buys me books. Now every time I read it, or rearrange the book self, (which happens a lot, I love organizing the Terry Pratchett books whether it be alphabetical or chronological or according to the characters, who knows I get weird ideas) I will think of that cute man. Plus I don't have to feel guilty for throwing away some dead flowers, or try to hang them to dry (which I can't stand) and let them gather dust. Unless he gives me alive flowers, I really like that too.