Little Lady

Lady was watching me take pictures of all the rooms, and she insisted I take some of her room too. So, even though it's not new, it's still my most favorite bedroom of all!

Girlie-girl

Maddy's room screams "girl" and that is exactly what she wanted it to say. She loves almost everything about the new place, but she would still prefer sharing a room when it comes to sleeping. She gets a little lonely for Kenzie at bedtime.

Playroom

Kenzie and Maddy's old room has now officially become the playroom. It was like bringing back some long, lost friends when we pulled the computer, toys, games, and books out of storage. This room was the final project, and now the basement is really finished (again, I am not counting the bathroom--it still needs a vanity and sink) but, HOORAY anyway!!

Remembering

I'm sure all of you remember exactly where you were and exactly what you were doing the moment you found out about 9/11. I was sitting in my family room, watching PBS with the kids, and sharing a bowl of Cheerios. My mom called and asked if I had been watching the news--needless to say, within minutes, I was on the phone calling Tim at work and calling my neighbors. It was a long few days of constantly watching the news reports and feeling so blessed that my family was safe. Lindsey sent me these pictures last year and I thought they were worth passing on. I think it's important to remember.

Hi-YA!

Laityn came home from school last week and was so pleased to tell me that at recess she was chasing boys (of course she was.). She continued her story, informing me that one of the boys had told her "he knowed karate". She demonstrated how he held his hands up in the "karate formation".

"So", Lady continued, "I showed him my karate moves!" I wasn't aware she had karate moves. . . not quite sure when that happened.

Anyway, my comment was "Really? You know karate?"

"Yep! And I did my moves on that boy!" At this point I'm wondering if she actually made contact while doing her moves.

"Did you hit him?"

"No, I just showed him my moves!"

"Will you show me your moves?"

"I can't, we isn't fighting mom!"

Later that evening, Lady was more than happy to fight with Dad and demonstrate her karate moves. She took it so seriously, we had to work to hold in the laughter! Needless to say, I am now waiting for the phone call from the school informing me that my daughter has karate chopped some poor boy--the drama of Kindergarten continues.

Dangerous Jobs

In the middle of their neighborhood BBQ, Tim's pager went off yet again. Tim (yes--Lindsey married a Tim too--pretty sure she idolizes me!) rushed out to save more lives while Lindsey finished up the night. At about 10:00 Lindsey called me to chat. She was slightly concerned that she hadn't hear from Tim yet and he was not answering his phone. I had muted the t.v. when she called, but I had seen some sort of big accident on the news. After we were done talking, Lindsey got on ksl.com and looked for the story. Sure enough, the accident was in American Fork. A tanker had hit into an overpass, and one of the tanks it was carrying was knocked off and landed on another car. Lindsey looked through the comments and found a link to a photographer's website who had just happened to take some pictures of the action. The man holding the firehose is Tim! He was the first man on scene--how's that for impressive?

I'm Ready to do some Cookin'!

Jace and I had some much needed one-on-one time yesterday morning. I decided we should make cookies for the Young Men that would be coming over to learn car stuff with Tim. When I told Jace we were going to make cookies, he jumped up and ran to Lady's room yelling "'Kay Mom! I get my cookin' stuff!" He came out toting an apron, hat, wooden spoon and oven mitts. "Help me get on my stuff so I can cook too!" I guess the gender neutral blue/red kitchen was a good plan--at least he's not in a pink apron. We made gingersnaps, and as you can see, he really worked hard stirring that dough. This is definetely one of the benefits of only one left at home in the morning.