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Saturday, January 10, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
A Giggle Fit on Vimeo.
(I believe my own irritating laugh was to help encourage Adam in his own laughing fit.)
(The whole snort while laughing thing was a phase he was in during that time. Thank heavens he's not doing that much anymore.)
(Don't ya just love my dad? I know you can't see him, but you can sure tell he's there! Sorry if his "explosiveness" offends you!!)
Saturday, January 3, 2009
It started out with two grumpy kids: Aly doesn't like to go and we made her. She didn't complain or grumble too much, but she wasn't exactly chirping happy songs either. Adam was grumpy because, initally, he wasn't in the front of the line which is where he wants to be. But things worked out and it ended up being a great day.
By the end of our trip, everyone was tired but happy. When we turned our skis toward the car Aly kicked it into high gear and arrived there 15 minutes before us... kind of like a horse on the trail home. Adam, when we would go down hills, would raise his hands high in the air and while gliding downward yelled, "I COME IN PEACE!" Half the time he'd land on his rear. It was great.
Can't wait to go again! (We'll probably let Aly stay home. Poor girl has been tortured enough.)
Thanks for all those who asked for my new blog address. I will send you an email in about a week with that information. If your name isn't on there, there's still time!!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
After thinking and pondering and listening to my stake president, I've decided to make some blogging changes.
No, I'm not going private. I thought about it for about two seconds and decided that's not for me.
What I have decided is to go incognito. On this blog and my previous blog (on MSN) I used my own name and friend's and family's names. Also I haven't been exactly secret about the town where we live. Oh, I thought I was tricky enough about not fully disclosing my location, but it wasn't too difficult to figure out...
And that's not safe.
What I decided to do is create a new blog. This new blog has nicknames for all of us. I won't tell you here, what those names are. I'll save that little surprise for when you clicky over there. Also, I won't put the link to that new blog here. That would be counterproductive to my little plan to become "faces in the crowd." Eventually (soon), I will close down this blog and make it private, with only myself having access so I can print what I've written as a family journal.
Here's my plan to let you know the new address: Please leave me a comment here with an email address and I will email you the link. I will also ask, if you have a link to me on your own blog, please remove my last name. (All my former YW, please feel free to call me by my new nickname on the new blog. It's okay if you don't call me Sister ______ .)
I'm sure there is an easier way to do this, but my brain doesn't function on "easy". And I know that the only way to be perfectly safe is to go private. But let's give this a try.... it just might work!!!
P.S. I will make the change and close this site down in about two weeks.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Here's the story:
Christmas morning, Aly actually waited until after 7 am to get us up (we always try to get her to wait until 8:30 or 9, but she persists until we find a 7:30 compromise). Adam was pretty tired due to the lateness of the night before and we had to go into his room to wake him up (no sneaking out to peek this year!)
Aly and I walked into his bedroom and I gently whisper, "Adam, let's go see what Santa brought you."
No response from him but the heavy breathing of a child deep in sleep.
I lean in a little closer and say, "Come on Adam! I think Santa came. Do you want to go see?"
This time he wiggles a little.
"Adam, darling, it's time to get up! Let's go downstairs!"
And this time a little boy's voice sternly says, "You're annoying me!"
Aly and I had to bust up laughing. What 6 year old yells at his mom for trying to wake up and tell him that Santa came?!?! It would have to be the same boy that doesn't like M -n- M's, or Oreos and prefers carrots and celery... THAT boy!
It doesn't end there. It gets better.
Through our snickers and giggles, I say, "Adam, don't you want to get up and go look at presents?"
He is still completely irritated and he says, "I AM SLEEPING!!! LOOK AT MY EYES! CAN YOU SEE THAT THEY ARE CLOSED?"
It was too much. We were just dying with laughter. Obviously we had to try a different tactic, so we used that reverse psychology stuff and walked out of his room saying, "That's okay. Just come down when you're ready. We'll go ahead without you."
One point two seconds is all it took... he jumped out of bed and was running down the hall, his eyes only half open. I had to grab him and reign him in before he fell down the stairs and hurt himself.
This kid is a nut!!!