A case of the munchies...

What happened to my butter?!

A little mousey got to it.

Yum.

He ate the WHOLE thing. I guess he takes after his Cousin Jessica and Tia Catherine.

Oh, and then he threw up.

Nice.

Thanks Uncle Sean and Tia Sarah!

Uncle Sean and Tia Sarah gave the kiddos these cool skateboards with only TWO wheels. Yeah. I tried and fell off. The kids are having much better luck at it than I had. : )

C Rides The Wave (above)

S Gets Her Wave On (below) also featuring E

Someone needs to get a grip.

My bro-in-law (though I like to think of him as my own brother) and his wife (though I like to think of her as my own sister--ok, I know what that sounds like, but you know I don't mean anything weird by it! Sheesh) welcomed their first child into the world Saturday morning.
My baby nephew is beautiful. That's right. I said beautiful. For a boy. What're you going to do about it? It fits him perfectly.
I cannot wait to see him in person and to hug him and kiss him and to just love on him.
This baby has been very emotional for me, and I am not even his mom! When they told us they were pregnant I cried for a week. Seriously. I was that excited. And a little heartbroken. Knowing I wouldn't get to see my sis as she grew and feel the baby move inside her, and won't be close enough to see him as often as I would like once he is born...
And then at Easter my sister in law sent us a card with an ultrasound pic and the card read "Hi Buckners! I wanted to wish you a Happy Easter and let you know I'm excited to meet you. Love Baby Buckner"
Yeah.
That one did me in all over again. I cried on and off about that one for a few days.
I know. I am a total weenie.
And today I cried when I saw the baby pics. And just now I cried when my brother told me that he just loves him. Just loves him so completely. And can't wait to see him grow, and go fishing with him, and hiking with him, and...well, I didn't really hear much else, because I was crying so hard.
What a boob.

From the mouths of babes

E: (to daddy) Daddy, you don't look like your dad. Because you don't have a mustache.
Buck: I don't?
E: When your daddy was a baby, did he have a mustache?

and

Three nights ago, as we were reading scriptures Miss E had a hard time sitting still and listening. What I usually do is read a few words, then she repeats them, and I read a few more, etc., until we get to the end of the scripture we are reading. So that night we were reading where Abinadi is teaching the priests of Noah about the 10 commandments.

Mommy: E, 'thou shalt not kill'
E: (reluctantly) O...Kayyy...

So we will have to watch that one...
Buck says we should just be glad that she agreed!

For everyone...two great stories!

I got this in an email so I had to share it.



This one is longer, but also worth it.

Well, he's certainly not MY kid...

...because what child of MINE wouldn't love chocolate cake with chocolate frosting? I mean, really.

Oh. Wait. I believe they all reacted in pretty much the same way, didn't they? Oh, so, yeah, I guess J IS my kid...

He decided to opt out of eating the cake and went for the ice cream. He takes after his dad...as if looking like him isn't enough.

His favorite gift was the flippy fisher price thing that every baby has...yet this is the first time I've ever had one for my kids. Weird, huh? What kind of parent....

Happy Birthday to my handsome little stinker! Or, as E calls him "Naked Stinky Butt Boy"

Mother's Day Makeover

I just had to share these pictures

of the b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l makeover my darlings S and E gave me this morning....

after my shower...

Should I go to church like this? I'm seriously considering...

In case you are having trouble seeing it, I have one pink hand, one purple hand, blue and pink lipstick, blue and purple cream eyeshadow, and glitter on my forehead and in my hair.
I am one hot mama!

Macabre Playtime

Don't ask me why...but this fall they decided to pretend that they were dead and buried in the leaves. Here is C weeping over S's body. And E is showing her remorse by dancing on a table. Hey, we all grieve in our own way, people.

Here is a close-up of S in the leaves.Now it is S's turn to grieve. Very dramatic.

What a fun time they had playing. Now tell me, is it really weird that they found so much amusement in this activity?


Oh, and aren't they so cute?!?

Did you know it's Halloween?!

Well, it is. Because I'm just now getting around to putting pics in the blog.

BYU - Air Force Game in November.

Making cookies for cub scouts.

Stinky Baby, but way cute.
The Wolf-man Returns.
An Ice Fairy and Fire Girl (a pink devil costume, but I'm not going to tell her that!)
See, Fire and Ice can exist side by side!

More soon.

Not As Great A Selling Point As Advertised

Okay, so I contribute about as much to this blog as I do to dinner preparation ... yeah, you guessed correctly: not much. However, I am going to try a bit harder to fulfill some of these obligations.

So, E's birthday was last week and we decided we would take her to the Build-A-Bear Worshop as a nice birthday surprise. We spent the 1st 15 minutes deciding which type of empty plush animal carcass E would like best, reminding her that she would be going to bed each night holding this new best friend. When she finally decided upon a Black Labrador puppy, we explained to her that she didn't get to just take the display model, but that we picked an empty shell with which we would then GET to stuff with fluffy white innards. She quickly developed a somewhat cross expression on her face and questioned matter-of-factly: "Why do I have to stuff my own puppy?"
So, Build-A-Bear Workshop, I would like to thank you and your faulty business model for ruining my 4-year-old's birthday. Incidentally, we also thought it funny/cute that when it came to actually stuffing her puppy (which she later named Shadow), she thought it too stiff and asked if it could be made more 'spongy'. No wonder E has her own TV channel.

Is it really that terrifying?

So, I've been sick for the last few days with a cold. You know, headache, chills, congestion, coughing, etc. Well, yesterday as I was driving the kids to school a coughing fit came over me. **disclaimer: this is kind of gross** O.K. it was the kind of coughing fit where the mucous is so thick that you can't inhale another breath. You know what I mean: The kind where you cough and feel the mucous like it is covering your windpipe and if you try to inhale any harder you know that glob is just going to shoot down into your lungs and probably kill you, right? Just me? Anyway, I realize that my body is in panic mode and I can't breathe. So I pull over and as I do, I realize that I am going to throw up (part of panic mode, I guess), so I fling my door open and jump out. I get my business over with (ahem) and then I climb back into the car quickly because, well, we're going to be late. I look in my rearview mirror to check if the way is clear and catch C's eye. Then I hear him say, (as if to reassure himself) "It's o.k. She's not pregnant again. She's just been sick. It's o.k." Now, right here is when my snotty nature comes out and I was soooo tempted to say something like "Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag now. We're having another baby!" and let him sweat it out until I picked him up from school that afternoon and tell him I was teasing him. It would have served him right, the little moco. So to answer the question of the post title "Is it really that terrifying" The answer is YES!! (shudder)

O-kay......

So, I don't know what I'm teaching my children. I am hoping that my three-year-old's weirdness is due to being, you know, three years old. I definitely remember her older sister saying some crazy things at the same age. That being said:
E and I were at the grocery store after getting haircuts last Saturday (thank you, I know, we both look gorgeous). E had her lollipop (from GreatClips) in her hand as we shopped, still in the wrapper. It fell to the floor and I didn't notice it, but a young man (20s-ish) walking the opposite direction did, and so he picked it up and brought it to E. I thanked him and as he walked away, I said to E "What a nice person!" E answered, "Yeah. He's NOT going to kill us!"
Seriously. I just replied "No, he's not!" as if it were a normal thing to say, and kept walking.

I have clearly taught the meaning of Christmas well...

because I heard a conversation between E and S the other day. It went like this:

E: Why did Mommy put the nutcracker away?
S: Because Christmas is over.
E: It is?
S: Yes, Christmas is over.
E: Oh...Now we can be BAD!!!

and I'd like to point out that the capitalized 'bad' sounded much deeper and louder than a 3 year old's voice should sound. It was almost as if she was channeling some monster truck announcer guy. Spooky.