It's a good thing.

It's a good thing one year-olds are so cute.

They need to draw upon that cuteness when Mom has to get up with them in the middle of the night because they won't stop screaming and are waking up the entire house hold. They need that sweetness appeal for when they want to snuggle up to you in your bed but refuse to sleep anywhere but on top of your head.

The story:

Christopher is up with us this weekend and decided to sleep on the top bunk in Shelby's room last night (since the girls are gone).

I gave him the warning:

"You may be awakened by a baby in the middle of the night". "You sleep in there at your own risk!"

I don't think he actually believed that Shelby would scream for an hour straight. (I'm not entirely sure how long she did scream, both my door and her door were shut and so the sound was muffled and I slept through most of it.) He did croaked out a dry, "thank you" when I finally came in and got Shelby out of her crib.

From then on, I was kicked, head-butted, crowded, pushed, shoved, laid on, tugged at and generally mauled until 6 am this morning. Am I a little groggy this morning?? A little on the cranky side?? A little sleep-deprived and bruised?

Like I said before, good thing these babes are so dang cute.

A funny for your Friday

This is a video of a little boy taken AFTER he had an extra tooth pulled... Enjoy!

That's why they call it laughing gas

I hate the dentist.

No wait, let me rephrase that:

I hate GOING to the dentist.

MY dentist is actually a really nice guy and is very good at what he does. But still... I HATE GOING TO THE DENTIST.


Bad experiences (PAIN)are all that I have (TORTURE) to motivate me and thus I am not very good at making appointments for such things as root canals or any other follow up procedures that lead to UNENDING AGONY. So when I chipped a molar a month ago I just dealt with it. Even when the filling that WAS in said tooth fell out because well, the tooth was CRACKED I did nothing.

Finally the gaping HOLE in my tooth started to hurt so bad and Ibuprofen was not doing the trick and I couldn't even COMPLAIN about it because every time I DID Matt would say, "Have you called the dentist yet?".

So this last week when I couldn't tough it out any longer I called and made the appointment.

Last night as I was lamenting the foreboding events that laid before me today, Matt suggested I ask for the laughing gas.

Me: I've never had it before.

Him: You haven't!? You should!

Me: But it costs extra.

Him: It's worth it! It's so nice, you'll love it!


Hmmmmmm...


(So ladies and gentlemen, I give you my first ever experience with laughing gas.)


A few minutes after they placed the "nose" on I began to feel all tingahleeee... and HEAVayee. My senses changed and I was introduced to what I like to call,


"DELAYED REACTION WORLD"


I'd hear something, feel something, SMELL something and it would take a second or two before it would hit my brain what it was! It was like what it would be like to live as a cartoon! You know, where the character runs off the edge of a cliff and doesn't know it until he looks down and sees the earth is no longer below him? THEN he falls!! I totally get that now!! It IS POSSIBLE!! It was like, DUH! Why didn't I ever understand this before!! It was all soooooooo interesting and new and sTRangE and...

funny.


I smiled to myself. Wow! So this is what every one's been talking about! Sooooooo cooOOOOOOL and niiiiiiiieeeEEEEsssssssssss...


Then I giggled. Outloud.


I couldn't help it.


It was like a switch that I couldn't turn off, I couldn't stop the giggling! I realized I was probably making a fool out of myself so I tried to explain...


"I see now why...hmmmeeee hee hee hee, they call hihiiitt... haaa hee haa hoo lllaaahhhfffing gggaasS!!"


Dentist and nurse politely exchange knowing glances and smiles.


"It rrReellLee gives you ah.... heeheehee hooo, hee hummmmm... ah uNiQue perrrspectiiihhhv on things!!!"


(Uncontrolled laughter at this point.)


He turned the mixture down after that.

Another reason why January is the best month of the year

My baby turned one on Saturday. I was going through all her little pictures reminiscing her birth, this past year, all the mile-stones and JeeeZzz lAhWeeez!

That went by quick.



January 24th 2008




Shelby - January 2009


We celebrated the day by going to McDonald's with some friends and and letting all the girls play. Later on we did the traditional cake and ice cream and Ellie made sure that Shelby opened ALL of her presents.






I know this "cake" seems awful small, but we've been overrun with b-day cake lately. These are actually brownies and only half-way frosted. (Some didn't WANT frosting on their piece! I don't get that- frosting makes everything taste GOOD.)



Last weekend for my birthday, Matt stole us away to St. George for some warm weather riding. We did a lot of looking for some fun trails and came across this really neat spot.


Little Black Mountain




5000 year old petroglyphs

I just want to say how lucky I feel to have these sweet little girls in my life (all born in January!)!! I love being a mom and I am so grateful for such a wonderful, loving, patient husband that takes care of us all!

Stay tuned for the next b-day kid in line: Christopher is my little Valentine's Day Boy!

At our house, it's okay to play with your food

Enjoy!