Puttin' 'em out to pasture.

Okay, you've heard of the expresion that you can farm out your kids somewhere? Well I've got at least one of my kids farmed out for New Years. My Mom is taking Ashlee for tomarrow night. I only wish she could make it all of them. that would make thingd a bit easier. I would dig having a night alone home with my hubby! Hope everyones new year starts off well!

When cherished memories turn to crud, that's when we put it all away.

So, because of the title I'm going to write about cleaning up christmas. I usually have it all down by now, but I guess this year was different. I usually put it all up the day after, but with the weekend I just didn't want to get everything out, then there is always the decision on wether to throw somthing away, or wether it has had it's last Christmas, or wether I can talk Tim into just letting me have my way. I just didn't want to get into it, so TODAY is the day. I'm going to have a clean house again! Yeah Me!

The Morning after.... Pill please.

Okay, so here we are. I haven't killed anyone and the house is realativley clean. I still can't spell. I have been doing laundry all morning. We got so much stuff that had to be cleaned before we could wear it. We had a good day yesterday. Our kids were excited about Santa, but didn't get up until 7. I told them in no uncertain terms that if they woke me up early I would kill them and then Santa would have to take bake all the lovley things that he brought. The girls climbed into an empty bed with me at 6:45. Tim had left it somtime durring the night. He has allergies, and can't sleep laying down all the time. Tim was snoring in the living room. Gavin had to be woken for the festivities. Ashlee need help with her reading so, while we drank hot chocolate, she got to read every one of the tags on the presents. The kids were also told that because Christmas was not just about getting presents, that they had to take turns opening theirs. Sophie got alot of Tinkerbell stuff, underwear and all. Gavin's Christmas was all about the motors. There were cars, and motorcycles all over the place. Ashlee was all about Hannah Montana. She got two wigs. All the kids needed clothes. It's sad when your little three year old wears a size 4-5. Ashlee needed some shirts, and so did Gavin. I guess the colthing thing went all around. Tim and I both got each other clothes too. He did reall good and didn't get me granny pants this time.
We cleaned up, had breakfast, and let the kids play. By that time it was lunch, and we gave them a sandwich. I really needed some more sleep, so we all took naps, and then went up to my mom's.
This is were the tylenol would have been nice. As soon as we walked into the house we started to open presents again. Kaleb even played garbage lady. The kids didn't even loose the pieces of toys they got.
Dinner was fantastic. We had a new york strip roast. Twice baked potatoes, green beans, and peas and carrots. Tim then made an awsome cherry crisp.
Sophie didn't pee on anyone. Ashlee didn't break down crying. Gavin did throw a tempertantrum, but I quickly stopped it by telling him that I would not put up with it. He gets too excited and then goes from hyper to attitude. It really does bother him to listen to all the chatter.
By the time we got home I wanted everyone to go to bed, but we did put things away first. I even started some laundry, to keep the house warm. This morning wasn't so great. I really wanted to sleep in. But I got up and used my brand new plush robe to keep me warm. I think that I have a Christmas hangover. Tylenol anyone? Please?

Merry Christmas Eve

Merry Christmas! I love this time of time of year. I hope it finds all of you safe and well. I also hope you have somone to share it with like I do. I am very blessed to have my kiddos and hubby. They make my life FANTASTIC!

feeling under the weather?

So I guess we are going to have winter after all. I thought that for a while there we were living in some place south of the border, and I ain't talkin about Mexico. I really can't live somwhere there isn't snow. I love snow. I'm not so could with the whole cold thing, but it's a trade off.
Speaking of under the weather, Ashlee isn't feeling good again. I even had to do house work on a Sunday. Of course, Ashlee didn't give me a choice when she barfed all over my kitchen. She is still siting on my couch with a barf bucket.
Tim has been sick for the last few weeks, but after sitting in a hot spring in thermopilous. He claims to feel better.
I'm staying inside today. I'm not going anywhere. Hopefully Tim comes home from work, because I'm not going to get him.

Three children and a funeral (or the day Tari and Vikki watched my kids).

Once apon a time, a crazy shut-in was told of the death of a beloved realative of her father. Her father's uncle was a source of amusment around the crazy shut-in's childhood home. Countless stories were told of this larger than life man who loved children, animals, semi precious stones, and photography. He was a hero to crazy's father and her father felt the need to journey to a large city and comisourate with others who would miss the man.
Crazy's mother had to work, her hubby had to go in a different direction (Luvell, WY), the only brother who will babysit for her had school. She was in a conudrome, and felt bad that her father would have to greave alone.
Crazy called two women that lived near her. Two angels, two saints, two wonderful ladies. They volinteired to watch crazy's children while she journied afar to say farewell.
It was difficult to arrange the outting with her father and involved many complex phone calls to crazy's angels and hubby, but it was finnaly aranged.
The journey required that crazy and her father leave at an early hour. She got up at 4:30 in the morning, which was an hour that crazy hadn't seen since she needed prozac. She did acomplish the tasks of cleaning herself and preparing for the journey with great speed. She showed up early and starteled her fahther with her timming.
The beginning of their journey was long, and crazy was afraid that hubby wouldn't be equal to the task of mothering her left-behind-children. Hubby isn't known for his mothering skills. However he managed to shop for crazy and take the children to the angels even if he put the littlest one's shirt on backwards, and didn't comb her hair.
Meanwhile Crazy and her father had to stop many times for potty brakes, and needed a donut in Heber. They made good time, and went to the happiest funeral that crazy had ever been to. She saw people who she didn't know still existed. For they had dropped off of the map.
In Vernal, The angels played musical children and everyone did well. Crazy had a good day and annoyed her father with her social ineptness all the way to the far off kingdom and back. He told her she talked too much. Hubby however was told not to come back until friday and Crazy will miss him like,..well Crazy.

P.S. Crazy would like to thank the Angels and let them know that if they need anything to call her.

up date

So, still nothin fancy with the whole blog thing, I miss putting pictures of my cuties up. Were are on to a new phase of remodeling. We are doing the other bathroom. right now all of the funky old tile off, and underneith is the nastiest smell. I couldn't belive it. it smells worse than a sewer. It is a very old-guy-who-peed-himself-and-rotted smell. Pray for me.

Here's johnny!

Okay, I kind of fixed my computer, but it's working funny still, so no b-day pictures of Sophie's b-day! sorry folks. I'm disapointed too. Just know that I'm here.