Daddy's Dancing Princess

This little dancing princess of ours had her dance recital this past weekend.

She was so excited.

The princesses father "was" going to come see her dance then rush off to perform with his band.

The band "was" to start at 9pm, plenty of time to watch the recital.

Friday night while he was performing he found out that on Saturday ( same day as recital) they were to start at 7pm instead of the usual 9pm.

I was ticked off, to say the least.

What is more important, a benefit for the local children's hospital or your daughters dance recital?

A LONG while later after my grumpiness over the situation subsided, I realized that she was to have a rehearsal from 12-3pm. Perfect he could go watch her there.

Watch he did!

He is the most amazing father and husband.

He took her to the high school for the rehearsal to begin at 12noon. Well they, the entire dance company, were locked out of the school. He lovingly and patiently waited there at the school with our princess for an hour while the dance teacher in a rage of fury found someone to let them into the building.

This wonderful husband of mine then stayed at the school with our princess while the rehearsal took place.

I am sorry but I do not know too many fathers who would do that. Watch a recital yes, the hour wait to get into the building then a 2 hour rehearsal.

I love him.

I simply love him.

Here is the picture I took with my phone to send to daddy so he could see her in make up and costume.

"Make up," oh how she loved the make up.

I bought her her own blush, mascara and lipstick.

She was thrilled to say the least.

Of course I informed her that it was for her recitals only.

4 year old girls are too young for makeup.

Uh, she has asked to wear the blush and lipstick everyday since.

I found that putting mascara on 4 year old is not that easy.

However, we go the job done.

What have you been doing?

Lil' and her cousin

Playing in the freezing cold.

The kids didn't seem to mind.

I did!

Flying kites in the wind and cold.

Where are the warm winds?

Yoga with the "little ones."

Awe... I love doing yoga.

I am not that good at it, nor do I get to do it with out interuptions.

As you can see.

" Down dog position," we don't even own a dog.

Great job Lil'!

" The tree"

presented by Milo, he never holds this still.

We love our PJ days.

Milo and Lil' made puddin' pops.

Yummy!

Easter morn........

I must admit I was mourining, about the snow.

However, grateful for Christ and the Atonement.

Easter baskets and a egg hunt at Grandma I's.

The sun is out!

Time to fly kites again.

Daddy ended up flying her kite.

But not for Milo.

He took charge and let all the string out!

However, daddy had to wind it all up.

All this fun and crazy weather,

Boy am I frazzeled!

Bonus pic.....

Riley, sporting ( pimpin') one of the girls dress up hats at Grandma I's.

I hope he dosen't use this for a resume.

I love my kids!

My Child, My Love

My Child, My Love
S Krupa

I cradled you in my arms
When you were sent to me
For only a moment
And then you were free

Oh how I miss you
And long to see your face
But I had to let you go
Home to God’s embrace

My child, my love
My life, my son
Baby of mine
Angel divine
Back to your Father’s arms

I kissed each little finger
And watched you close your eyes
Before the heavens took you
Away for just awhile
My heart will now hold you
Until you’re by my side
I pray the angels
Will sing for you
This mother’s lullaby

My child, my love
My life, my son
Baby of mine
Angel divine
Back to your Father’s arms
Baby of mine
Back to your Father’s arms

Calvin Wesley 3/23/2001

Through our loving Savior,

Jesus Christ we are given the greatest gifts

The atonement, ressurection and eternal life.

I forever long to embrace

My son.

What's Up! / 4 Non Blondes

I have been dipping into some of my favorite albums.

This band is at the top. I love her voice. I dream that I could have a voice like that, oh and the courage to sing, other than in a choir. I have a number of songs that I would sing just for my hubby. I'll just have to cherish him, singing for me.

Lately, many a nights, I have been in my bed staring at the ceiling wondering if I am ever going to go to sleep. My eyes and body are soo tired yet I don't sleep. I have run on, an average of 4hrs sleep, that gets interupted by my little ones. They both wake me up every night to get in my bed. They are 4 and 7. I don't get it.

So there I am, laying in bed crying to just get it all out, what's in my head. All though I am NOT 25yrs old, I often feel the struggle to get up that great big hill.

For all you other friends of mine, that are climbing your hill. I hope you can pray, step outside and even scream at the top of you lungs" whats going on?

"This song lifts me. Especially when I listen to it really loud in the car, when I am by myself so I can sing along at the top of my lungs. Then, I take that deep breath and take on another day climbing that hill to my destination.

My hill all though it is staggered with rocks and bumps, it is a wonderful hill to climb. It is full of faith, love, beauty, my husband, our children, our lives together all of which I love so much.

all tHings gReen

hAppy St. pAtrick's dAy !

It had been a long while since making "green pancakes" for the holiday.

I did this every year when my 2 oldest were little.

I even made green egg scramble once.

Where is that "Sam, I am" when I need him?

I thought it would be fun to treat the 2 youngest to the tradition that had long since past.

Milo was a wee bit leery about eating green pancakes.

I assured him that they tasted just the same and that his older brothers used to eat them.

He gobbled them up!

Lil ' she was even more leery about the colored pancakes.

She only ate 2.

I have to admit they really don't look all that great.

On to getting ready for work.

I dug out some green eye shadow.

Wore my green scrubs.

Green gum!

My trusty green water bottle, my efforts to save the planet.

Green pear, oh so sweet.

So after urging my own to eat the green pancakes, what do I find at work?
I have worked at this hospital for nearly 18 yrs.
Never fail, each St. Patrick's day.
Green bagels are delivered by the management.
They actually tasted great this year and were soft and fresh.

Good day to you.
I leave you wishing for the green,
of the coming spring to brighten our days.

just Shake'm In

It has been about three years since I invested in buying new undergarments for myself.

A few weeks back I decided it was time, well our dryer did.

So after our dryer ate several of my silkies.

(Of course I waited until the dryer was fixed.)

It was time.

I was pretty sure that I needed to by a smaller size!

Yeah, for me. On the bottom end but not the top end.

Upon delivering our last child my weight was 220lbs or so.

Now I teeter at about 165lbs, depending upon the glorious monthly cycles.

Which of course adds 5 to 8lbs, plus the extra weight put on by cyclic cravings.

So when do you know it is time for a new bra and panties?

When your dyer eats your clothes.

The obvious, you have to wash too often.

Because the supply doesn't meet the demand.

You lean over and your under wire pokes you in the eye.

Or this one:

Upon leaning over to scrub the tub you come to the realization that your shrunken, saggy used up lactation devices are sloshing around in side the bra cup.

Oh what a sad day!

For the bottom end, well I'll have to bring it up again.

That monthly cycle wears on the silkies down here.

Our cycles really have an affect every aspect in our lives

I was pleased that on the bottom I could purchase a smaller size in the waist.

The waist is measured not the "buttocks," there is still plenty there.

The thighs and hips are packing most of the weight.

Some say, "more cushion for the pushin' "

So, I shouldn't worry.

I don't want any injuries anyway.

Where is this leading?

Why can weight loss be proportional to "OUR DESIRE?"

Yes, my top end shrunk, yet there is still a lot of cellulose on those thighs and hips.

The top end wasn't that big to begin with either.

Even prior to child bearing years.

You'd think that after all that we go through to have children.

We'd come out on top.

We deserve it, right?

As you know, this is not how it works in the real world.

The real world, not of that of "silicone valley"

We are left, plump, stretched out and a whole lot saggier.

Due to the economic state of the world.

A trip to "silicone valley" just ain't gonna happen!

So my only choice is to buy a new bra.

So there I am getting fitted for a new bra.

Out comes the measure tape.

I will reiterate, there just isn't a whole lot there.

The bra I was wearing is a 38 C.

I now need a 36 C.

Wait a minute, that is the same size cup.

It just doesn't make sense, to me.

The kind, well trained, much older lady helping me.

Graciously, informed me,

that the "cup" of the 38 C is the exact same cup as the 34 D.

Hence my sloshing problems.

Go figure.

The lady assisting me is very knowledgeable in the subject of bras.

It is important to wear your bra " properly!"

She adjusted the straps.

So that the back of the bra fit straight across my back.

and not at an upward curve.

Next, I had to bend over at my waist and back up again.

Evaluating to see if the bra stayed where it was supposed to.

Move your arms around to check comfort under the arm area.

A quick check to adjust the under wire to the proper spot.

Using a little "push up motion," provides a proper lift.

Last but not least, sit down.

Is your left over "baby bulge "or "muffin top" squishing up

causing any discomfort?

Now for the most important tip.

How to put your bra on.

After you fasten the clasps, pull up the straps and in one smooth motion.

Lean forward, gently pulling the upper portion of the cup and strap forward a bit and

you "shake'm in" to fill the cup.

The cute little lady actually leaned forward,

demonstrating this process for me as she explained .

I was in awe.

I make my bra choices and go forth to the check counter.

Again the darling lady informs me of how to wash, dry and store my new bras.

Ready for more info?

Don't wear the same bra two days in a row.

Switch them up a bit to keep their shape.

Don't fold one cup into the other one to store in your drawer.

Lay your bra out so both cups are looking you in the face.

Washing. Make sure you fasten the clasps before washing.

This helps the clasps from getting bent out of shape.

COLD water wash ONLY!

Always wash your bras in a mesh bag so that they don't get all tangled up and stretched out.

....and NEVER, NEVER , NEVER dry your bras in the dyer!

After washing, use your fingers to gently smooth out and reshape the cup.

Again, lay flat with the exterior of the cup out.

Who would of thought that you could receive so much bra training in one day.

I guess I should be happy that I was sized for a 36 C and not a training bra.

Remember to shake'm in!

cake of ' 06

Nothing inspiring for me to post about, so I have pulled a cake from the archives.

Here is a cake that I made for the "Birthday Boy" from the previous post.

Poor boy, I worked on his birthday this year and haven't even made him a cake.

I did give him a box of 36 Butterfinger candy bars though.

I am pretty sure that we are good.

So 4 years ago I made this cake for him.

Obviously I made the pattern from his T-shirt.

It is some type of "skater logo."



Ha-ha, the rambunctious boys in my family thought that I should have changed the " thumbs up" to another " unmentionable finger gesture."

What am I to do about them.

That's it, ode to 4 years ago.