Collage of Me

I saw this on a friend's blog, it's late and looked entertaining so I'm trying it out on mine. :) Here's how it works: Go to google images and type in your answers to these questions. Use one of the images from the first page. Then post the images as your answers.

Favorite Vegetable:

Favorite Fruit:

Favorite Actor:

Favorite thing to do:

Favorite Car :

(note: my favorite car would be a new car, so insert pretty much anything here)

First Job:

Favorite Restaurant (today anyway):

Where I was born:

Where I live:

My favorite place:

My Favorite Animal:

My favorite food:

My favorite color:

My favorite bad habit:

My first name:

My middle name:

My Last name:

My Age:

Place I would like to visit:

First Day of School!!

Monday was the first day of school! YAY!! Bryson started 2nd grade and Abby in kindergarten.






I know that many parents have a difficult time with their kids starting school in the fall, and find it to be a slightly bittersweet experience. I am not one of those moms. Wanna know the song running through my head after dropping them off at school (especially since they were so excited and no one cried, not even Abby who was incredibly nervous)--it was "Freedom" by WHAM! Yup..."Freedom....freedom..." just the chorus, not the whole song. Or the song by Tom Petty "And I'm FREE!" (again, just the one line, the entire song does not apply).


I prefer to believe that the reason I am so excited for them to go back to school is because I loved school clear up until college (after starting college, eh, then not so much). Honestly though? I can't hardly wait to only have two kids with me so I can get some stuff done! Do you know how hard it is to go shopping with four kids? Especially with the oldest one not happy to be there and constantly scaring the younger kids, hiding from me, and trying to get the others to play tag in the middle of the grocery store or Walmart? Augh. And don't get me started on running errands or just plain trying to keep my livingroom from looking like a tornado has hit 100 times in the last 30 minutes. I love my kids, and when school's out for holidays and summer, I am just as excited to have them home as I was for them to start school. But for right now? I'm totally going to just relax in the blissful semi-quiet.....until 3:25pm that is. :c)

Fall Fashion Show EXTRAVAGANZA!

Abby is five. Abby is a girl. Abby LOOOOOOOOVES girly-girl stuff and constantly tries to get her brothers to do girly stuff too. It doesn't usually work on Bryson, but Garrett is a very willing kid to play house, barbies, tea party, whatever. Sunday we were going through their closets and getting things ready for school and Abby decided that a fashion show was the way to go. And not just any fashion show, a FALL fashion show EXTRAVAGANZA! Somewhere she has seen or heard a fashion show, so she made me be the "'nouncer and explain about the fabulous outfits" and have them model.

She even managed to get Bryson to participate which is not even remotely usual. (Bryson is a BOY...a boy who does boy stuff...not a boy who does girl stuff...cuz that would not be cool for a boy--direct quote from Bryson)

Bryson had no desire to model other than walk in front of the tv which had a "fall" blanket covering the screen for the background, and Garrett wanted to pose as Ben 10 monster/alien things. Needless to say, it was highly entertaining.

Here are the boys trying to be "GQ" after being prompted by dad. Garrett's picture in particular totally cracks me up--he's such a goofy guy. And finally, Abby in her fabulous model pose.

Birthday Boys

July was a birthday month at our house with both Garrett turning three on July 26th and Travis' birthday on the 27th turning...35! (My hubby is getting old, time to up the life insurance. Just kidding!)

This is Garrett's super-cool Spiderman cake that I messed around with. :) He liked it so that's all that matters.

Garrett was very excited that he was the only one who got to open presents on his birthday. His favorite was the Spiderman scooter, although he enjoyed everything he got.

Travis opted for banana cream pie rather than cake for his birthday. We didn't want to light the house on fire with all thirty-five candles, so we did 3 candles on one side and 5 on the other. We're so creative. Ha!

The kids helped pick out his birthday presents, which they LOVE to do, and since we always take pictures of them holding their presents they made us take one of dad opening his.

Hmm...do you think my kids wanted to help open presents or what? All in all, it was a fun weekend with two birthdays, lots of goodies, tripping the fire alarm with all the candles that we had to keep relighting for Garrett to blow out, and tons of presents. Who could ask for more?

In the wee small hours of the morning...

***Disclaimer: It's after midnight, I haven't slept much in two days, I feel whiney, tired, and strangely poetic. Anything you may read in this blog post is well, obviously the ramblings of a very tired mom and will more than likely be completely random. I can't seem to stop myself...hopefully, you can.***

Garrett tried to balance on a big rubber ball today and almost fell off. He caught himself with one hand against the couch and said, "Sweet HOME Lalabamba!" Yup, he's three. Apparently we watch to many cartoons at our house.

When the phone rings at our house, Megan will put her hand (or sometimes the remote) up to her ear and say "e'ro??" She is also walking all over, and today my friend Heidi & I found her trying to climb up on a stepstool to get onto the kitchen bench at the table. Heidi missed this later that evening, but Megan actually got up there before she fell off and bonked her head. My other three children just sat and watched.

People say bad things happen in threes...what about fours? or fives? Life at our house this past week or so has been a tad bothersome. We've had the flu, colds, a death (our van...sigh), teething, and weird sleepless nights that don't seem to have rhyme or reason to them. Not all of those are terrible, just not fun when they all happen at once. Hopefully we've reached our quota for the year. Knock on wood. On plastic. On anything that won't jinx me.

Why do people think vehicles are female? Why must vehicles have gender at all?

For my final paragraph this evening, I will present you with a poem of my very own words, brought forth out of my very own mind, my poor, tired, slightly delusional mind: Rain is wet, the sun is yellow, I'm tired of typing, and I'm getting my pillow.

I almost promise to make more sense tomorrow. Oh by the way, I lied. This is the last paragraph. Quit reading and go make me some cookies or somethin'. Seriously, cuz I'm hungry.