Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Just being a Mom Lately

The last couple of weeks I've not had too much to post about. I don't think you want to see pictures of a sink full of dishes, a pile of laundry that needs to be washed (or folded) or my daily "things 2 do" list of the everyday household duties I'm responsible for.

One of my biggest challenges of being a mom lately is that of being a referee to Forrest and Sadie. Their hormones are driving me crazy! Sadie can't breathe without Forrest telling her to "STOP!" Forrest really can't stand his little sister these days. They argue over the most stupid things and nick-pick each other to death. Each of them must have to have the last word in the conversation too. And when I correct their behavior, the first thing out of their mouths is, "Sadie did it first" or "Forrest did it and didn't get in trouble", etc. If you have teenagers, you know exactly what I'm talking about! I'm 37 and haven't found a gray hair yet, but I'm positive that won't last much longer!

Friday, February 6, 2009


I just love my Sadie-girl! She's at the stage where she can talk a hundred words a minute and make absolutely no sense at all! On the way to seminary this morning, she rambled the whole way there and the whole way to school. This is definately a girl thing because Forrest is totally the opposite. He has a one word vocabulary, as most teenage boys do. I really enjoy rambling myself and now I have a partner to just jibber-jaber with. Like mother, like daughter! Tonight, Dad was on the receiving end of Sadie's jibber-jaber as she kept him company while he worked on the garage.
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Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Under Attack!

I arrived home from taking my father-in-law to his doctor's appointment to find that our house had been attacked! Attacked by paintballs that is. Exactly what you see in these pictures is what I saw but multiply it by thousands! A good friend of ours gave Forrest all of his paint ball equipment in exchange of Forrest painting his kitchen in the near future, however, the equipment made it in the house before the painting has even been scheduled. I knew something of this nature might happen when I noticed the box of paintballs still sitting on the table and more than a few purple paintball shells littering in the backyard. I told George to put the equipment up ASAP, but he forgot. It sat on the table a day too late.

Forrest and Sadie thought it would be fun to have a war against each other and looking at the damage, they had a blast! I really didn't mind them having the paintball war, but what I did mind was the huge mess they left behind! After they bragged to me about all the awesome details about the war and who got in the best shots, etc, I gathered up the cleaning supplies and told them to get busy cleaning and to not forget to clean the paint off the back door, the screen door, the patio, the hardwood floors (in the house!), the back wall of the house, the grill, the shop door, the picnic table and anything else that had became the target of their paintballs! I believe this will be in their Top 10 childhood memories to tell their kids one day. I know it is definately one of my Top 10 stories about raising my kids I'll never forget!

(thanks Jude! lol)

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