Thursday, April 30, 2009

Camping Es Fun

First, Zach scouted the lay of the land and decided that this was the place. (Raegan and Annabelle concurred... and then giggled.)
We camped right next to a perfect little creek. Can you see our kids? Neither could we. It was wonderful.
This was the "Little Kid Hike" (a.k.a. ten minute walk). Luke and I decided to take our kids further and almost killed ourselves going off trail and slid down a mountain for an addition ten minutes.
This was the "Big Kid Hike". This was a lot of fun... after we found the trail. We drove around for an hour and 15 min before finding the creek that the lead to the Tubs, which creek was only 3 min from our campsite. Before finding the trail we dragged 4 kids and a baby through huge patches of thorn bushes and precariously tossed them back and forth across the creek trying to get down to the Tubs. It was an adventure. Finally finding the Tubs was totally worth it.
This was the picture that made me realize I'm too tan. I look like an Indian. Not a pretty Indian. I look like the old chief.
I loved washing dishes, clothes and the kids in the creek... and fetching the water for our hot chocolate, (oh yes, we drank creek water). I totally could have been one of those women who spent their days at the stream doing chores. I loved it. However, This was my Favorite part about having a creek running through our campsite. This little girl is pure sweet. I could have watched her do this for hours.
This was the awesome swing the boys made. The idea of a super cool swing is great, until they all start asking you to push them.
There was a tree in our campsite with a broken limb dangling from it. The guys were convinced the limb would fall and impale a child, so of course the only logical thing to do was this...

I don't know why we always take the camp out family portrait on the last day. We were all so Gross.
...oh yeah, and Ellie was there too.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

It's my berfday.


Monday, March 23, 2009

NO HE DIDN'T!

This happened two minutes ago. These are true and actual details of the event:

The door bell rang. I went down stairs and looked through the peephole to see who it was. It was a little man in his mid twenties wearing dark framed glasses. I observed him before opening the door. I saw him wipe something on my house. I kept watching. I saw him dig into his nose and again wipe something on my house. Again I saw him DIG INTO HIS NOSE AND WIPE SOMETHING ON MY HOUSE!!!! I opened the door.

"Hi mam, ... nothing crazy... I'm from (a windshield replacement company) and I saw that you had a crack in your windshield. Are you covered for that?

"I just watched you pick your nose and wipe it on my house."

"... Uh... Okay... ... ..."

"You can leave now."

"Okay."

I pulled my car into the garage. I will be hosing down my house upon finishing this post.

Meet Little Brother







Thursday, March 12, 2009

Bored? Try saying this to your husband with a straight face,

"I want to thank you for choosing me above all other women."

I read somewhere that they like it so I gave it a shot. You have no idea how excruciating it was for me to get that sentence to come out of my mouth. But I did it, straight faced... and he didn't laugh. He loved it. He was smiley and giddy for days. Do it, I dare you. Make sure your legs are shaved.

Not That Awesome

Last Saturday we went shooting in the desert. Me and my little brother tried to make a super bad YouTube video of me shooting two guns. I thought I was going to look cool, like Angelina Jolie. I did not. My noodle arms look ridiculous and one of the magazines starts falling out. Nerd Alert. Shooting two guns is way harder than it looks.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Rude Dude

Remember when I scared Raegan with the Dollar Tree witch mask she gave me? What goes around comes around. Raegan went on another daddy-daughter date to the Dollar Tree. She bought Luke this.

It's a giant jelly-filled fly. Disgusting.
That night as I pulled back my comforter to get into bed, I looked down and saw that big nasty thing lying on my sheet (the fly, not Luke). I screamed, a frightened, little girl scream. Luke was laughing. He was obviously responsible.

I looked over at him and said, "You're Rude! You're a rude dude."


...I'm still laughing at that one. It was worth it just to be able to say that to him.