Can I get a Kilngon..What?

So I was talking to my mother on the phone this morning ( Morning is translated loosly, because it was around 12:30), and I kind of did a double take a Gavin's head. He has a fading port wine stain on his forehead as a birth mark. Usually I don't pay much atention to it, because you can only really see it when he is way tired or wicked upset. I really don't bother with it much, because all my children have them, But when I looked over Gavin's was briliant red, Which usually means he's getting tired. I fed them some lunch, and then Gavin came to sit with me. I checked his head again, and it was back to normal, except for one thing. His forehead has a ridge that runs fro his nose to his hair line. I called my momback and told her, and she was like, what like a Romulin? I'm like no, It runs up his entired head like,.....a Klingon! I honestly don't think it's the result of him being hurt, or any abnornmal growth, I looked back at some pics and there it is in all its glory, my ridged head son. I gave birth to a klingon! Too funny.

Hey, I'm old.

After working out for the last four weeks, I have been ready to go to bed earlier. Last night I went to bed at ten, I haven't been able to go to bed at ten since I was taking prozac. It was great, but when Sophie got up at 1 am, I just couldn't get up, so Tim took her. This morning I didn't want to get up. I didn't work out that hard, but Ireally want to sleep more, does that make me old?
Last night I was reading on my facebook page, yes I'm nosey, and some of my "Friends" were doing this 25 things about me thing, I get tired of not being tagged, Like I am everyones last thought. "Oh she won't mind," But I do. I do mind. I don't mean this to sound like a pitty party, but it makes me feel bad, so I tagged my self. I guess I'm not very patient, does that make me old?
I'm starting to get less happy being where I am. Both literaly and figurativley, I feel restless, but don't know what to do to remidy it, or where to start. Does that make me old, or apethetic?
Iv'e come to the conclution, that either I am maturing or jaded, or maybe I need prozac again.
My joints creak when I stand up, lol, and when I sit down. I am starting to want to eat healthy, not because I want to. I don't know wether this is a product of the exercise, or getting old.
I feel for those who have been where I was five years ago, and where I was yesterday. I want to help them. I don't know if I can, or If they'll let me. I feel old.

Deal or No deal

I need help with Sophie! Latley she has become a little terror. My other two have been much easier to deal with. They haven't ever seen much interest in mommies makeup, daddy's tools, or eating butter in the fridge. I really don't know what to do with her. She really sweet, and can be really kind, but when you leave her alone to go to the bathroom by yourself, she is into anything that can be gotten into. No matter what kind of punishment you throw at her, she just doesn't seem to get it. HELP!

SNOW DAY!!!!!

Hey for those who haven't gotten a call from the school, Vernal is getting a snow day! If you haven't gotten that call you might want to call them or just go home!

Sundays

I have to say without a doubt that sundays are my most hated day ( yes this is going to be one big complaint, I have to get it out. Tim tunes me out and won't console, or empathize with me). I don't usually get to sleep in, so it was no surprise when this moring, at 6:15 am Sophie comes waddling in and sings at the top of her freaking lung, "kinkle kinkle yiddle star!" I wanted to kill her. Like a good mother I got her little hand and took her into the living room, and turned on spongebob (Yes, I do feel like is my child gets up early I can babysit them with the tv). At about 8 Ashlee and Gavin came in. We all snuggled, and I snored. At 9:30 I was awoken by Tim who had gotten up and made breakfast for us. Yeah ( please note the sarcasum). I don't like bisquets and gravy. I don't really like to eat meat for breakfast, but I ate none the less. The next few hours was spent doing girls hair, cleaning my self, redoing girls hair, doing my hair, redoing girls hair, feeding them, doing Gavin's hair, getting everyone dressed, redoing girls hair, and then finding out that I would be walking, because our truck was broke, and Tim had gone to work. The walk to church was not pretty, The weather here here has been yucky, mostly slush. Me, and my three children waded through 6 different lakes! Thanks by the way to those who did stop and ask if we wanted a ride. We would have taken you up on that, but when you have three people in a four person car, it's not really an option. We did make it to church on time. Reilef Society went fast. I don't remeber what was taught, I sure it was great, but I sat down, and then it was over. Sunday school also went rather fast. I remeber hearing about Joseph Smith. It was great! It just went to fast. Then Sophie decided that she had to go to the bathroom. twelve times! I just couldn't get her to understand that she didn't need to go. The whole of Sacrement meeting was bad, Sophie was bad, I made her lay down with no toys, Gavin kept talking very loudly, and Ashlee whined everytime I asked for her help. I know afternoon church is hard but couldn't someone work with me? Tim came and picked us up when it was over. I hate Sundays!

Michelle I tagged myself!

I loved her blog this morning. It kind of puts things in perspective. So, without further adue:
The Timothy Geier family
est 2002

Years married: 6 years 9 months and 9 days.
apt/homes lived in: 12
states lived in: 2
wards attended:4
cars owned: 4 trucks, 1 suv, 2 cars
traffic tickets: three (all Tim's, I backed up into a car, but no ticket).
callings held:5
paid jobs: Tim-10 Becky-three
er trips: five
hospital stays: 6
years pregnant: 27 months ( 2 years three months)
kids:3
nephews and nieces born: 1 (he belongs to my wonderful brother, and we don't see him often).

WOW! It took a lontime to get all that. I might have miss calculated minnor things, I think Tim had one more job, but who really cares.

OUT DARN Spot!

This morning has been eventful. When I got up I gave Sophie some medicine for her cough. She has had it for weeks, and the nurse at the clinic said it's just a small cough. She said little kids exagerate simptums somtimes. Well 20 minutes later she had spots. Gavin and Ashlee have had all their shots, but Sophie has had trouble everytime we take her in to have hers. So we spaced them out a little longer. She hasn't had all of her chicken pox shots. Needless to say, I sent pictures to a firend of mine who is doing his residence in Atlanta, and my mother. Five minutes later I find out it's just an allergic reaction to the cold medicine.