Nice Spring Day

Today was a nice Spring day. The weather was gorgeous. We had a midweek activity today. We threw an "Un-Birthday Party". I realized today that we do a lot of work for these activities, and we're really not recognized or rewarded in anyway. I know that's not why we do them, but it's kind of irritating. If we stopped doing them I don't think anyone would say anything about us specifically, but people would probably complain that our ward is lame because there aren't any activities. Anyway, like I was saying we threw an un-birthday party. I think it was a rather clever idea. We made cute invitations and put them on every door. I made a gazillion cupcakes and frosting so the kids could decorate cupcakes after a cake-walk. We made a pinata, had pin the tail on the donkey, and we had everyone bring their kids a little present. We had about 5 mothers show up. Out of about the 3 million in the ward. Seriously- what do you want, people? I honestly don't think we could go to any more effort. Okay- done ranting.

This afternoon we went outside for awhile and played with the neighbor kids. It's so nice when we can go outside. The kids are so happy, and they love playing with other kids. It's nice to see other people, too. I'm really ready for the weather to turn nice for good.

I'm so tired. I'm all partied out. I think my kids ate nothing but cupcakes today. Well, pizza for dinner. I'm a good mom.

Our Weekend

We spent the weekend in Logandale, Nevada to visit Nils' parents. The trip down went pretty well, no major incidents or crying fits. Friday night Addie started to feel a little warm, and Saturday she was feverish and sluggish. On Saturday Nils, his Dad and I went to the Valley of Fire State Park. It's much like Moab. We hiked around a bit, but I was stuck with 2 major photo geeks so what would have taken someone like me about an hour took over 3 hours. "Oh look! It's ANOTHER rock! Let's take pictures!" It was fun nonetheless. Nils' mom watched the kids while we did that.

We left yesterday afternoon for home. Addie cried the entire time. 5 hours. We stopped a couple of times and she was fine, but the second she went back in the car seat she was furious. When we got home she went to bed, but wouldn't settle down. When she was finally asleep for about an hour, she woke up again crying. It was 9:30, but I called the doctor. I feared an ear infection and didn't want to go through an entire night with crying and no sleep. Nils took her to the doctor and she's fine. Sometimes I feel like I'm insane, you know? My kid is sick all weekend, cries for 6 consecutive hours, wakes up crying. The crazy debate starts in my head: Do I call the doctor at 9:30 on a Sunday night and risk looking like a moron, or do I not call and risk a miserable night of screaming and pain? I've learned to err on the side of looking like a moron. Anyhoo, I don't know exactly what the problem was, but I'm sure she was just feeling crappy and didn't want to be strapped in the carseat. I started feeling awful this afternoon with flu-like symptoms. If this is how she's been feeling, it all makes sense. I hate being sick. It's such a monumental waste of time.

Quick Update

We're leaving for Logandale in a few minutes, but I thought I'd write a quick update. Addie is a full walker now. It's like something clicked, and she realized that walking is a good thing. She's been taking a few steps at a time for a couple of months now, but in the last week or two has been walking around more than she crawls. It's very cute.

Anders' room smells awful because of the water incident. He had to sleep on a crib mattress for a couple of nights while his mattress dried out. The crib mattress was over where the water was (we thought it was dry), but when I lifted it up, the smell almost killed me. Ahhh, mildew.

I'm getting a bunch of free Body Shop stuff in a week or so, and I'm really excited. My friend sells it and I gave a party for her this week. The rewards are great. I hate being annoying party girl, but I can't afford to buy anything and by hosting parties you get free stuff. I live in partyville, so I don't feel that bad about it.

I should probably go. Nils is doing all the work to get going. 5 hour drive, here we come!

The Worst Night So Far

I really don't know where to start. Last night we babysat our neighbor's kids, as the final part of our deal with them for the computer chair. Nothing too terrible happened while we were babysitting, but when the neighbors came back, it all happened. They stayed at our house for awhile talking, and Anders and Eliza went upstairs to play. They came downstairs and few minutes later and Anders said, "I got a haircut!" Yes, it happened. They found scissors and cut the front part of his hair off. He actually has a bald spot. We didn't react much, figuring we would just cut his hair and that would be that, and we would hide all scissors forever. However, a few more minutes passed, and Nils went upstairs to make sure they weren't doing anything naughty. That's when he found it. The flood. The two little monsters had been filling up a toy construction hat with water and dumping it all over the bathroom floor, Anders' bedroom floor, as well as his bed. It took about 15 towels to sop it all up. His mattress is still drying out. I think we could have beat them both.

New Socks

I convinced Nils to take the day off on Monday. We did nothing of consequence, but spent the day together doing various things. We cleaned out our closet and took a load to DI, and Nils wanted to browse around the store. He loves DI. Me, not so much. We went to Target and I finally bought some new socks. Every one of my socks had holes in them. It's really just pathetic. Talk about a mother's sacrifice. I was always embarrassed to take my shoes off. Feel sorry for me, please.

Someone Stop Us!

We are OUT OF CONTROL! Give us a little money, and look what happens! This week we bought a new DVD player/recorder and a printer. Granted, those things are difficult to live without. Tonight we went to Old Navy and spent $100! Oh my poop! I wanted to vomit when I heard the total, but remembered that Nils and I both have like 2 pair of pants each. It's kind of sad, so we got some new clothes for our ragged little selves. We've actually been good with the money we got from our student loan and tax return. We paid off 1 credit card, paid for the bed, paid off the overdraft, and we are planning on paying our Escrow account so our mortgage doesn't go up in April. Stupid property taxes. Seriously, I can't think of why our 1,213 sq. foot townhome equates $900/year in property taxes. But whatever. I guess my point is that it's nice to buy pants.

Last night Anders and Nils were reading stories on the computer before bedtime. It was the funniest thing ever, because Anders knew all the words. Nils would say the first couple of words of the sentence, and then Anders would finish it with the proper intonation and everything. We were cracking up.

So I'm obsessed with a couple of shows on TV. There's a show on TLC about a family of little people. The parents are both little, and they have 3 average sized children and 1 son who's a little person. It's very interesting. The other one is about this family in Arkansas that has SIXTEEN children. Has anyone else seen this family? They look like polygamists, but they're not. This woman has given birth to 16 kids. They all have "J" names. It's one of the craziest things I've seen. Sixteen children? The thing that puzzles me the most is that they seem happy and well adjusted. I wonder what kind of adults they all turn out to be.

Ah, Life.

Our DVD player stopped working. So did the printer. What's up with that? I think these things should just last forever. It's annoying that now we have to look at buying new ones. Stupid technology.

On One

I don't really have anything to report, but just thought I'd write as my daughter screams. I put her down for a nap, and she's screaming more than I've heard her scream in a long time. I went in there because I thought maybe she was hurt. No, just standing there with her arms out. Mad at me. It's heartbreaking. She must sleep.