Today At Church.

Today we were late for church.  I mean sit-in-the-foyer-because-it-would-be-dumb-to-go-in-and-find-a-seat-for-the-closing-song kind of late. 

We sat down and Crayton ever so reverently started whispering to me.  I stopped him short and asked him if he brushed his teeth today.  The answer was a timid “no.”

I told him after letting him know what exactly his mouth smelled like that he should go out to the car and get some gum.  The really minty kind. 

He came back in chewing and Piper piped up saying “No fair.  I want gum!”  I whispered to her that he only got gum because he didn’t brush his teeth.  To which she said, “well, I didn’t brush my teeth either!” 

It was right about now that Lennon marched over demanding that the injustice of Crayton getting gum and not her be made morally straight.  Immediately.  I whispered to her that Crayton only got gum because he hadn’t brushed his teeth today.  And to please be quiet, because Lennon has two volumes.  Sleeping and really, really loud.  It was then that Lennon shouted “well I didn’t brush my teeth either!!!” 

Needless to say, we weren’t late to church today because the children were too busy grooming themselves.  Goodness gracious.  

Auditory Memories Just Might Be My Favorite

On Saturday night I put clean sheets on my bed.  On Monday morning Crue spilled a whole box of crackers in my bed.  Monday night I brushed off the big chunks and collapsed into bed.  Every night since I have done the same thing. When I am scratched and scraped by the remaining cracker crumbs I remind myself that I forgot to change the sheets again today.  Note to self: change sheets tomorrow.  Then I drift off to dream singing this song that was a childhood favorite.  Music is such a huge part of my childhood memories.  It made and makes me happy.  And let's face it, who doesn't love Barbara Mandrell?

Also, just so you know, another Barbara Mandrell song is the theme song for my New York post coming soon.  Any guesses???

***yea for Greta! she wins the 'hero for the day' prize!!!***

The hurrier I go, the behinder I get

Remember our anniversary activity?  Well, you may or may not have noticed that my inability to remain in a state of structure is causing me some angst.  As of late, it has gotten worse.  Much worse. 

We went to New York.  Came home at 11:30 p.m. and left the next morning for Utah.  We got home from Utah and started swimming lessons.  Swimming lessons consume [consume- to devour, use, burn up, incinerate, expend, destroy, burn to the ground] my whole life.  We get the big kids off to school in the morning and rush out for swimming lessons and by the time we get home it is time for lunch and naps and then after naps I barely clean up breakfast and lunch messes before someone is awake or the big kids get home and we start homework and dinner.  Top it off with trying to run every night (which I love and am finding very delightful and freeing and exhausting and hard), the father/son campout which turns into mommy{has to make her daughters feel special and indulgent and loved even more than normal}/daughter weekend, speaking in church on Mother’s Day, helping take care of Mother’s Day gifts for every woman in the ward and every other one of my daily tasks and I am left to wonder, when is a girl to blog?  Really.  When?  I know that it can be done because lots of people do it.  Like her.  Really, 5 kids, one on the way, and still blogging EVERY SINGLE DAY.  How Amy, how?!?!

I think it all goes back to my inability to remain in a state of structure.  I’m working on it. In the meantime enjoy this picture of Lennon on the way to swimming lessons.  She is wearing a beanie with her headband over the top, her swimsuit and (of course!) her snow boots.  The hand in front of her face is her newest form of being obstinate [obstinate-stubborn, determined, fixed, unmoved, persistent, tenacious, mulish, headstrong, inflexible, pigheaded, compliant (Antonym)].  Never a dull moment with that one I tell you.