These Is My Words

I just finished another book, and I have to recommend it to everyone. Worry not, dear friends, this one is not trashy. It's the story of a woman in the late 1800's living in the Arizona territory. It's tragic, romantic, funny, inspirational and I LOVED IT. There are a couple of sequels which I will be obtaining soon. Probably from amazon.com since I stole yet another image from them. I did buy These Is My Words from amazon, so I don't feel too guilty this time.

Half-Eaten Apple Kinda Day

At 9:30 this morning I was surfing the web in my bathrobe when the doorbell rang. Anders and Addie were cheering, "Play group is at our house today! Yay!" Addie's part of a playgroup with 3 other little girls her age, and they're dropped off once a week at someone's house. No one told me this week it was at my house. Oy. I had to put on my bra, answer the door and entertain them for an hour and a half. Don't worry, I was wearing more than just a bra. I had socks on, too. And pants and a shirt, you sillies. Addie, however, was naked from the waist down. Except for her dress-up shoes.

After the little girls left, it was time to get Anders ready for preschool. Out to the van we went. Dead. Deader'n a doornail. I called my good friend up the street, who let me use her van to take him. Fortunately, I still have the neighbor's battery charger in my garage from when this happened last week.

I went visiting teaching while Anders was at preschool. Addie refused to wear shoes or a coat, which was perfect since it was 25 degrees outside and we didn't have a car to ride in. During the visit, she pooped her pants (she's in panties again, and now that the Prozac's kicked in I'm determined). I cleaned her up in this dear woman's bathroom, and then she wore this dear woman's daughter's pants. Once outside to leave, Addie realized her mistake of not wearing shoes, so I had to carry her, Aani, and the diaper bag home.

When it was time to get Anders from preschool, the van was charged. Halle-frickin'-luja. We got home, and the kids were of course STARVING to death. I opened the fridge to get them an apple and found this sight.


Seeing these half-eaten apples was just a perfect fit for the theme of my day.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go shower now that it's after 3:00 in the afternoon.

Love and Blessings,
Katrina

Cry Me a River

I know I have no right to complain, especially after seeing Courtney's drying rack. I just have to express my amazement at how my laundry regenerates itself. I wash, I dry, I fold. I put away. I look at the hamper, and it's full again. Amazing.

I think the laundry is magically reproducing.

I also figured out that when I tell Anders to clean his room, he puts everything made of cloth in his hamper. I think Nils does that too when he cleans.

Party in My Tummy

I just saw the expressions of my children as they watched this on Nick Jr. They had a mixture of confusion, fascination, and a wee bit of fear.

Yo Gabba Gabba- it's a weird show, but I sort of like it. Anyhoo, I was getting a real kick out of the Party in My Tummy song, and I love the food's faces. Please watch it. It will give you joy.

Fabulously Trashy

I don't remember the last week because I've been completely engrossed in a trashy novel. A fabulously trashy novel to say the least. And yes, I shamelessly stole this image off of amazon.com. You should definitely patronize amazon.com. Now maybe I won't get sued.

This book is historical fiction about King Henry VIII and his court. Henry was a total man-ho, so it deals with his mistresses, illegitimate children, and everyone's ambitions to win his favor. It's a fantastic story. I highly recommend it to anyone in the market for an interesting and entertaining book. Be warned: It is somewhat trashy, but I felt it was worth wading through the trash to get a picture of the craziness that surrounded this man Henry VIII. He was a trashy guy, so really, it's accurate.

I LOVED IT.

Halloween

Halloween was rip-roarin' at the Rasmussons! Anders decided he wanted to be a firetruck. Leave it to Nils to make that a reality. He wore his costume to preschool on Tuesday, and everyone thought it was a hoot.
Addie was Tigger. (We had the costume from when Anders was 2 and she doesn't know what princesses are yet.) Anders asked me what I was going to get dressed up as, and I told him a Mommy. Aani dressed up as a tired baby and went to bed.
Nils couldn't find all the pieces to his nerd costume, so he didn't dress up either. We're terrible parents. Anyhoo, the kids had fun trick-or-treating. Do you like their Easter Bunny buckets? Again...Parents of the Year, right here!
This was last week at our ward's Trunk or Treat. It was so fun!
Our tuckered out little Tigger. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

Anders asked me today how many days it is until Halloween. Only 364...unless next year's a leap year. Is next year a leap year?

Toesies

Aani found her toes a couple of weeks ago. I think this is the cutest milestone. 4-month old babies are great; they're immobile but smile and laugh all the time. It's hard to believe she's going to turn into a tantrum-throwing toddler. These are the moments to look back on when your 2-year old is throwing her breakfast at you, wouldn't you say?

I love my sweet Aani Girl.