Thursday, December 25, 2008

He Came! He Came! appears we have been visited! Here are a few pictures of the goodies before the destruction takes place.
The great room is full! (And Santa appears to be as neat and organized as mommy!)
Bryan's gifts from Santa:
Lydia's gifts from Santa:
Elysa's gifts from Santa:
and Dylan's gifts from Santa:

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Mealtime with the Godseys

Today at lunch, I was reminded of a childhood trend that apparently has not faded away after all these years. Rather than explain it to you, I'll just share the pictures.
Isn't that lovely? And the fact that it errupted right in the middle of lunch is just peachy!
And now we know what he is really learning in school...

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

For Everything Else...there's Mastercard.

A nice, new house in a quiet, gated community: $2hundred-and-something thousand.
Pretty pink fingernail polish to fancy up that sweet 2-year-old baby girl: $4.
Steam cleaner to (hopefully) extract the red fingernail polish spilled onto the brand new plush carpet in the new home: $99/day.
Seeing what the culprit was up to when said nail-polish was spilled: Priceless!

Errr, Yep. I do...expect...too much.

Wanna know what my consumer complaint is for today? Our brand new wrought iron fence. Meant to keep in our ever growing Mesa. A six-month-old Boxer pup who is growing larger and stronger by the day. What I ordered: a six-foot tall gate. SIX FOOT so the dog would not be able to jump over it. What I got:
Come. On. People. Puh. Lease! I could skip over this fence with my eyes closed and never know I jumped a fence. Please, use the windows on the side of the house to help you gauge the height. It is about 2 inches higher than the bottom of the window sill which is like 5 bricks from the bottom of the house.
Now, seriously I ask: Am I really a difficult customer everywhere I go???

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Maybe I Just Expect Too Much

I apologize in advance for not having any pictures to go with this post. Personally I wish I did, because sometimes a picture truly is worth a thousand words.

So, check this out. Remember all my drama with the family portrait. You know: not wanting the white background and wanting my husbands head IN the picture and all that rigamarou. Well, today there was this:

On Saturday, I dropped my comforter off at the dry-cleaners. They told me it would be ready on Tuesday for pick-up. Today is Tuesday. So I went to pick it up. Since it was Tuesday and all. They have a drive thru at this cleaners which was the main reason I chose it. (With 4 small kids, I'll do business with any business that has a drive-thru.) Anyhow. So I drive up to the drive thru. Hand the man my ticket. You know, the one he gave me when I dropped my comforter off. He looked at it and asked me what color my comforter was. I said tan. He asked me to get out of my car and come inside. So I could go through all the buckets in the back that were filled with laundry and find my comforter! What?! So anyhow, a bit annoyed, I oblige. I unpack my kids from the car, herd them into the cleaners, huddle them through the door into the rear of the store and begin 'dumpster diving' for my comforter. I found it. But my duties did not end there. The manager asked me to hold the comforter up while he sprayed it with some 'fresh' scented febreeze or something before he instructed me on how to hold my end of the comforter so he could fold it for me. Yeah, I'm a bit hot at this point. So after we do the military fold on the comforter that was in the dumpster a moment ago but now smells so fresh and so clean, I round up the kids back into the car and pay the man with a check I had already made out before i got there. In return, he hands me a $5 from the cash register. I drive away. Again...What?! Just?! Happened?! I'm starting to think my standards are too high or something. Maybe I just expect too much.... least this time I got paid. What?!

Rub-A-Dub-Dub, Another Pic from the Tub

I not old enough to have "old friends"

So, I would say I had a lunch date with old friends on Saturday, but I am not that old...yet. Anyhow. Here are some pics from a playdate we had this weekend where I met with some other mommies (and one really cool daddy) that I went to school with when I was younger than I am now. (Because I'm not old, ya know.) :)

Me, Shanda, Jeremy, Stephanie, and Monica
We all ate lunch at Chick-fil-A. How neat is that...all the kids at one end of the table! Cute!!!
Bryan and Ava--future Miss Photogenic. :)
Sweet Brady. If you knew this kids uncle growing up, then you can totally see the resemblance. TOTALLY!

All the kiddos on the playground.

And Lydia...standing on the chairs...always breaking all the rules.

And what safer place to stop and read a book than in the tunnel slide.

Didn't I tell ya he was sweet!

Ahhh...the deep conversations that take place in a group of 2-to-3-year-olds.

Then we went to the park...although we didn't stay too long. It was a bit chilly.

This was so fun! It was like watching a whole bunch of little us-es running around. Anyhow, thanks guys...I had a blast!

Friday, December 12, 2008

We did it & I'm pooped!

I think I've seen about 5 blogs this week that mentioned making Christmas cookies with their little ones, so tonight, on the drive home, I decided to give it a go with my kiddos.

It was, eh, stressful, to say the least.

Let's see...Dylan was pushing Bryan and Lydia while I was baking the cookies, Lydia was whining and growling back at Dylan, Bryan was eating the decorations before we could even get started, I was breaking up the arguments while the cookies were burning, midway through the cookie decorating Lydia needed an emergency bath as she was decorating herself, Bryan was eating the cookies quicker than I could pump them out of the oven, all the sprinkles were dumped into a minature mountain on top of the first cookie that Lydia decorated causing Dylan to whine about not having any green sprinkles, the phone was ringing, the bath water was running, the oven was beeping, the cookies were burning, Elysa was crying, Bryan was decorating his napkin with the icing, Lydia was trying to get back into the icing after getting out of her bath, and I'm exhausted.
But aside from all that, the kids had a good time, I had fun watching them, and the pictures are adorable!

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Dylan's life--from birth till now.

So, Dylan's class at school is creating time lines of their lives from birth to now and they sent the time line home tonight for the parents to help the kids complete it. I'm having a tough time helping Dylan, because I'm not exactly sure what has been going on in his life for the past, oh say, six years! Here, you take a look and see if you can help decipher the events of his life based on his drawings...

Here he is putting the 'finishing touches' on the timeline that was 1/2 completed in school.
2002 was a good year. It was the year I became a mom, the year Dylan was born, and the year he did this:
Then when he was one, there was that time he did this:
By the time he was 2, he was doing this on his own:
From 2 to 3 was a big change. It was when he turned 3 that he surprised us by doing this:
***Note: this is the point at which I started helping Dylan remember what he did each year. See if it helps any?

When he was 4, Dylan tried something new:
And by the time he was 5, he was doing this on a daily basis:
And now that he is 6, he is giving this a shot:
So , how'd you do? Wanna hear Dylan's explanation of the drawings?

2002: He was born. That is him, with one hair on top of his head. (?)
One Year Old: He drank from a bottle. (The pic is of the bottle).
Two Years Old: He began crawling. (And we can see how the one hair has maintained for two full years!)
Three Years Old: Dylan (finally) walks.
Four Years Old: He starts taekwondo.
Five Years Old: He starts school.
Six Years Old: He gives basketball a try.
After the timeline assignment, I got my picture taken with the main character! YAY!

Monday, December 8, 2008

Wow, Bryan! Bryan was in a talkative mood, so David and I just sat and listened to him talk. For. Twenty. Minutes. Solid. About tons of stuff. That mostly only made sense to him, but was hilarious nonetheless. Thankfully, before it was all over, he helped us to understand his logic when he decided to describe his brain to us.

Bryanism # 436: Bryan describes his brain.
It has a mouth that goes "mo-mo-mo-mo" and it looks like a bald panda bear.

What can I say? He takes after his dad! :)

Sunday, December 7, 2008

We'll be back in 2 and 2.

Not 2 minutes and 2 seconds, but perhaps 2 days and 2 hours, or 2 weeks and 2 days...

I'm too busy to blog and too tired to think, but stay's what's to come:
  • A Weekend With Myrtle
  • A (hilarious) trip to see santa
  • Everything you ever wanted to know about Santa (from the mouths of the babes of course)

Now if that don't keep you on the edge of your seat until the next anyhow, thanks again for stopping by!

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

What do you think?

So Sears just called and said that they got the 20x24 of our family picture back, not on canvas, of course in order to keep David's head in the picture. But anyhow, I had them order one just so I could see what it looked like. (Only having to pay if I like it when I go in and see it.) Okay, so back to the story. The manager who I cried to on picture day, called and said that the pic came in and that David's head was not cut off and that it looked really good. She went on to say that the studio was looking for a really nice 20 x 24 family picture for display and wanted to know if I was okay with them ordering another one so they could put it up in the studio. Hmmm??? Is she trying to win me over on the picture or is she going overboard on how great it is to make me feel better...since I left in tears? What do you think? Should I say sure, fine or no? I'm just wondering if they want it in the studio so when they see us coming back (if we go back) all the associates will recognize us and snicker 'that's the lady'! Hmmmm..... But then again, this is the closest I'll ever come to having my picture on a huge billboard in Times Square...

A Toast to Our Family!

I don't cook. Well, I cook a little more now than I used to, but compared to what my mom used to cook when I was younger, you can pretty much say I don't cook and consider the assumption to be mostly accurate. But on Monday morning, I decided to wake up and make cinnamon toast (see if I consider cinnamon toast cooking, then you know I don't cook) for my lovely family--cereal just sounded boring. So toast it was. (Hey, while I'm at it, I might mention that I made eggs and bacon on Sunday morning before church. What is wrong with me lately?) Anyhow, lots of half a loaf of bread in toast. David made fun of me because, hey, I took a picture of the toasty tower.
Anyhow, as I was pulling slice after slice after slice of toast out of the oven, my mushy side took over and I realized how totally cool it was that in order to make toast for my family, we would need at least a half a loaf of bread which means...I am so blessed! Oh, how I am blessed! Thank you Lord for these beautiful children and this wonderful husband you have given to me!