Hair Do's and Don'ts

I cut Weston's hair the other night and discovered the only way to do it and keep Saydi happy (and most importantly - out of the way) is to let her make a mess too.

I'm sure there's a better way but in the mean time I guess these two rascals will just enjoy all the messiness they create. They sure do seem happy when they're doing it!

The other afternoon Saydi woke up from her nap and I went to get her and was startled to see the baby version of Mr. Grinch (who, by the way, when I first saw, I thought was so adorable that I told Mark I wanted my very own Grinch baby. Dreams do come true). The funniest thing about it was that her hair was not even in a pony tail that day. It was completely stick straight when she went down for her nap and this is how I found her. She thought it was hilarious to see me laughing at her so much.

Speaking of laughing - I had the best mother-son moment with Weston last night. I was bathing the kids and I'm not sure why but for some reason Weston and I were both looking at Saydi at the exact moment that she made the silliest face by pulling the corners of her mouth back as far as possible, opening her eyes huge, and making the craziest noise. Weston and I both died of laughter at the same time. Then he said, "mama, was dis?" and he tried to mimic what Saydi had just done and I just completely lost it all over again. So then I showed him what Saydi had done and he started laughing that hysterical kind of laughter where it's completely silent for a while and the veins in your neck look like they're going to burst. We laughed like that together for a good five minutes and my cheeks were on fire. It was so crazy for me to realize that he's a little person with a sense of humor already and to realize how much he understands. Of course, I also loved the fact that he and I were laughing at the same thing. He seems to have inherited my crazy laugh and also the way that I laugh over the smallest, dumbest things that to other people aren't that funny. Good times.

Lately

I'm sitting here wasting time despite the filth that surrounds me (delaying the inevitable, yes, I know) and I realized I should probably catch up on some of the recent happenings.

The kids and I have been spending each day at my parents house this week to babysit my dad while my mom is at the MAYO clinic getting some testing done. Yes, my 57 year old father needs a babysitter. He always pushes himself too quickly after surgeries so we've been over there to prevent that from happening. Well, attempt to anyway. I've actually quite enjoyed spending time with my dad and he's certainly much easier to clean up after then my two little ones! The highlight of my week had to be when he came up to me and said, "Before you say no..." before asking me if he could run an errand with a friend. Loved it. I can't even count how many times I used that exact phrase. However, at the age of 57 apparently the place you want to go with your friend is to the pharmacy. No joke. So needless to say he got the green light only because his friend drove. I was sorely tempted to give him a curfew but I held my tongue. (I deserve an award.)

In other news, Weston has turned into a hair dresser

And Saydi has turned into a puppy. (Too bad I can't convince Mark we don't need a REAL puppy now.)

I also had the sad realization today that throughout the whole day I now understand about 90% of what Weston says to me when not so long ago it was the other way around. My favorite is when I ask him to do (or not do) something and he says "k". My least favorite is when his response is "no". Not a fan. Saydi hardly seems like a baby anymore and Weston hardly seems like a little boy. It's going so fast and I fear I'm not enjoying each day to the fullest like I should. I think that's really why I blog - it helps me remember how grateful I really am.

Anyone Else?

I have a new obsession:

Whenever I get a new CD I listen to it over and over. Especially this one because it is seriously the most incredible CD I've had in a very, very long time. I get to where I know every song backwards and forwards - and then I don't listen to it again for a LONG time. Like, years sometimes. It drives Mark crazy. He tells me to "spread it out". But I just can't help myself! I love it and I will listen to it every day until one day I decide, I can't stand this CD anymore. Although, I don't see that happening since Leona Lewis is probably my most favorite artist ever.

Am I the only wierdo that does this? (Besides you, Miss.) =)

Easter Weekend

This weekend was so crazy for us that it seems like it was more then just two days long! We went to Mark's dad's Saturday afternoon for the annual dinner and Easter egg hunt. Sid put together something like 100 eggs or more for the little kids and this year some of the older grandkids hid them. They send them out to find a certain amount and then after they come in and empty their eggs into sacks it's a free for all and they all just take what they get. At that point, I really wanted to call the Easter bunny and cancel the visit to our house! Weston had so much fun and sent more then one egg-full of jelly beans flying in his haste to find what was in his "ball".

After we got home I spent Saturday night getting the house ready for Easter and Conference. Mark took our oldest nephew, Tyrel, with him to the Priesthood session since Jakob had to fix their hot water heater so that the boys could have warm showers that night. Ty didn't have any church clothes but Mark had an old pair of pants from his Marine Corps uniform that Ty actually fit into! It was both disgusting to me that Mark was that tiny at the age of 20 AND that Ty could fit into those at the age of 12!!

So Easter morning came and the kids awoke to far too much candy (the Easter bunny forgot that they are only 2 and 9 months old =) ).

Weston was still pretty sleepy but he certainly enjoyed seeing all the treats he got. Saydi didn't really care about anything until I took her little toy off one of her treats and then she was a happy camper! Ty spent the night with us and I loved to see my kids playing with him that morning. Although, I was more then a little sad to think how not so long ago this beast of a boy was my own kids' age. And I remember it well!

Every year for Conference we get together with Mark's mom and siblings and it's so much fun. Although, apparently this is how Conference is "watched". =)

After we have lunch and try to watch Conference on full bellies a little bit of nodding off is practically unavoidable. I guess I can thank my kids for keeping me awake during Conference, even if they still distract me from catching everything I should. The boys got to play outside a lot too and Weston was not happy at all when he had to come in and have a nap. I made a pan of jigglers and let the boys each take turns cutting out their own Easter shape with cookie cutters and they really loved that. They also dyed eggs. I attempted to help Weston but he was wanting to dip his whole hand in so mommy just dumped each of his eggs in a color and called it good. =)

After Conference we played cards and ate far too much junk. But it was oh so fun and I love spending time with Mark's family. Conference was great this year but really got me thinking a lot since I felt like a lot of the talks were about tragedy, adversity and death. My dad is having a surgery today that has the potential to change his life for the better but also has some risks and my mom is having complications after her open heart surgery that she has to be seen at the Mayo clinic for. So, I'm trying not to freak myself out too much and just enjoy the spirit that I felt as I listened to the talks while I try to improve my own life. I love this time of year!