Anatomy 101

I have to get this on record- someday it just might come in handy as good blackmail material.
Yesterday when I was changing Trey's diaper he kept saying, "my peanut hurts". He was obviously referring to his penis. I kept telling him it's called a penis but he insists on referring to it as his "peanut". WHATEVER. Well- Trey was standing in my bathroom when I got out of the shower today. As I began toweling off I noticed a look of grave concern on his face. I mean this kid was bewildered about something. "Mom", he gasped, "where is your peanut"?

A picture update

My blogging seems to be taking a back seat to the busyness(is that how you spell that word)? of the season but I did want to post some recent pictures.

Quinn doing his fatherly duty-hanging the Christmas lights.

Our neighbors came over for dinner and games tonight. Their son, Alex, can be very aggressive and tonight Trey got the brunt end of that deal. Alex managed to scratch his eyes pretty good.

For the safety of everyone we decided to chain Alex to the table. That lasted about 2 seconds because we didn't want him to scratch up the table with the handcuffs.

Reece enjoying the outside and trying NOT to smile for the camera.

Quincy finally agreed to a haircut- she loves her new do and is always willing to smile big for the camera.

Things that make you go huh????

Yesterday Quinn was teasing Quincy about having a fat tummy. I mean he was totally teasing her BUT me, being miss serious, told him to knock it off because I didn't want her to have issues when she was older. Quincy asked, in a very serious tone, "what's an issue". HUH????

This morning Quincy wouldn't wake up so I started playing Christmas music on the piano and Trey came in yelling, "no church, mom. no church".
HUH????

Trey's favorite DVD, at the moment, is Barbie Princess and the Pauper. From this movie he has learned the valuable phrases, "shut-up" and "you idiot". HUH????C'mon Barbie clean up your act!

Reece wrote his Christmas list yesterday and prefaced all his requests with, "If I'm not on the naughty list, I would like.....". So what if he doesn't get every present requested will he think he's on the "naughty list" and have "issues" when he gets older?

Sayornara Toothfairy

Tonight Reece lost a tooth.
Reece: Mom you're the toothfairy aren't you?
Me: No I am not.
Reece: Mom tell me the truth- you are.

What's a mother to do?

Here we come 1970 style

Our neighbor is celebrating his birthday 70's style. We are off to bowling, clothed in our 1970ish polyester digs. Can't wait to see what everyone else looks like.

Show me the minutes

Lately I have been pondering how I spend my discretionary minutes. I decided to take a personal inventory and wasn't impressed with my findings. What I discovered is I need to be investing my discretionary time much more wisely. My husband is number one where I need to start. Quinn gets a few precious, sometimes not so precious, minutes each day while I allow facebook, children,Larry King Live, friends, e-mail, domestic duties, exercise, reading, etc . to consume my day. Quinn is a definite assesst to my life and my children's lives so I guess I better pony up and start investing my minutes in one of my strongest assests. I believe when we know better we do better. I know better therefore i will do better.

p.s. just a side note- Tonight my kids and I had the privelege (spelling)??? of co-habitating with the Walker girls (Alyssa-10, Rachelle-8, Lydia-5, Sarah-2). WOW! They are really fantastic gals. I enjoyed hearing about their school day- Since Reece is a child that reveals very little information and I teach Quincy's preschool (if you can call it that) so I know what her school day is like. I also enjoyed soaking up all the tidbits of useless -BUT very entertaining- pieces of information that only 10 & 8 year old girls can dish out.
my heart melted as I observed these girls mothering Trey, Quincy and Reece BUT by the far the most enduring moment was witnessing Sarah and Trey interact. They are both two, well Sarah will be very soon, so there were some tense moments but for the most part they played cohesively with genuine concern for each other. It was really really sweet.

I know who I am......

Today in Relief society we discussed how knowing we are divine daughters of God can assist us in navigating through this life. As I pondered that question I kept thinking about the 10k race I ran, October 25th. I trained for the race and felt prepared going into the event. Miles 1-3 were easy for me. Mile 4, I hit a wall. My legs started to ache, my breathing began to labor and I really just wanted to stop and walk. I kept telling myself, "you're a runner- you can do this. you are prepared- DON'T STOP!". I slowed my pace but kept running. Mile 5 my legs stared to loosen up again and I fell into a rhythm. Once I hit mile 6 I felt strong and was able to pick up my pace. When I crossed the finish line I was so proud of myself. Not only had I ran the whole distance I had also accomplished my goal of running 10 minute miles. The belief that I was a runner kept me running through mile 4, even though I was desperate to walk. My life has been littered with "mile 4's". I have caved into temptation and spiritually walked, even stopped, when I needed to stay running. Fortunately through the sacrifice of the Savior and His atonement I can repent of my mistakes, continue "training", for the "10k" of life and prepare myself to more successfully endure "mile 4's" -running the whole time even when I want to walk. The knowledge and belief that I am a child of God, with divine nature will keep me strong when I want to be weak. I hope that when I cross the finish line of life and meet my Savior that both He and I will be proud of me.