My little Tricksters!

My little tricksters flipping off the couch!

(no fear)

Denver's self praise!

(notice his "thumbs up" for himself)

It's hopeless.

My sister in law is getting married in just over 8 weeks. My other sisters in law and I have joined together to give each other support in trying to lose weight before the wedding. One of them has lost 9 pounds already. She rocks. I've been trying. I really have. I cut down on my sugar consumption. I try to walk more on my treadmill in the mornings to get my metabolism going. I eat a banana for breakfast instead of the donuts Matt brings home. I switched to 1% instead of 2% milk, and have been drinking more water. I watch my portion sizes at dinner time. I feel like I've really been trying. So WHY does the scale say I have GAINED 4 pounds!?

It lies.

Either that or I am dying. I think that there is a little bit of hypochondriac in all of us. My inner hypochondriac is convinced that I have an 8 pound tumor that is getting bigger by the day. That's why I haven't been losing weight. The stupid tumor is saving it for me!

Ya. That's it.

I've developed a huge cancerous tumor that is slowly killing me. I'm convinced it's on my ovary. I'll probably start planning my funeral. I haven't mentioned my inner turmoil to my hubby. I just told him I think I have a cyst. He'd tell me I was crazy if he knew the truth. I should tell him. So he can start cherishing every moment with me, since I will be gone in a year. That's how much time I have decided that I have. So I am going to throw the tv out the window! And cancel the internet! So I am not distracted and can spend all my time with my kids! We'll go to the beach, and to Disneyland, and go camping, and take long walks together. And we'll stay up late and stare at the stars, and name them one by one.

I guess I should go to the doctor to find out how much time I really have left. I made an appointment for next week with the 'girlie' doctor. So she can tell me I'm dying. Feel free to start sending your condolences now.

Amberlyn's Primary Talk

Amberlyn got to give a talk in primary today! She did a very good job! It was about obeying her mom & dad:

"I can obey my parents.

To obey means to listen to another person in charge, and being willing to follow their instruction.

In Colossians chapter 3 verse 20, it says “ ^aChildren, ^bobey your parents in all things: for this is well pleasing unto the Lord.”

The Prophet Joseph Smith taught that obeying the commandments leads to blessings from God. Obeying the commandments shows our Heavenly Father that we love him. Obeying our parents shows them we love them, too.

This is my family. I can show my mom & dad that I love them by obeying. Like when my mom asks me to turn off the tv and go get ready for school, I can obey, by doing it right away. Or when my dad asks me to pick up my toys, I can obey. This shows my mom and dad that I love them, and am willing to listen. When we don’t listen, and do what we’re asked to do, it makes our parents and our Heavenly Father sad.

I hope we can all listen to our parents and obey, just like the scriptures and the prophets tell us to.

I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, amen."

Here's a video, sorry the kids are a little noisy. You'll want to scroll all the way down and pause the music before you click play on the video.

Sew broken

Does anybody know how to fix my stupid sewing machine? It's so very broken. It won't pick up the bobbin thread, and keeps tangling the upper thread underneath the plate. Matt looked online and said he thought the timing was off, whatever that means. I called several places to try to get it fixed. The cheapest one was $60.00! My whole machine isn't even worth that much! It's an older model Brother that I got for Christmas when I was 18. Maybe I'll just get a whole new machine, because mine hates me! Any recommendations?

Such a mean mom

What a mean mom I am:

To have to put such a cute little boy in time-out,
(for riding his bike too far, and not coming back when I called him.)























and for making such a little girl pull weeds.
(She was out there anyway, and enjoyed helping mom.)

Wanna Prize?

I've seen this on other blogs, and I've wanted to do it, but I've never been in the top five. And technically, I couldv'e just done it anyway, but I needed the motivation of getting a prize to actually do it. Anyway, now I'm in the top 5 here, and now you're wondering what the heck I'm talking about.

Would you like to win a hand-made-by-me prize? Here's the rules:

~The first five people to comment on this post will recieve a hand-made-by-me prize. What I make is up to me. (You're welcome to leave a suggestion, or your favorite color, or whatever, but again, it's totally up to me;)

~There is no guarantee that you will like what I make. (But I hope you do:)

~You will recieve it sometime in the next year. (hopefully sooner rather that later, but I have kids, so we'll see how that goes.)

~You must offer the same kind of deal on your blog. (When you leave your comment, please let me know that you have posted something on your blog;)

That's it! Remember only the first 5 that enter and post will win something!
Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you won when you get it!

Of course it would break NOW

Of course it would happen when I have a deadline. I have to have a tutu out by tomorrow at 10:45 am. I sewed the first half just fine. Then my sewing machine decided it hates me. Well fine. I hate it too. How much do I hate it? Read here.

Denver's New Suit!

Well, if you read the last 2 posts, you saw this one coming. Aunt Amy is getting married in May. The little nieces both got absolutely adorable new green dresses for the occasion, and we couldn't resist the sweet little suits for the boys. All the nephews are getting new little 5 piece suits! Here is Denver in his new threads! His shoes are now too small, so a trip to Target is in order. But here's my shoeless little stud!