Sunday, June 29, 2008

Look Mom! No Training Wheels!

So back on June 11th, Dan took the boys to the church parking lot and took off their training wheels. Unfortunately Blogger (couldn't be my problem) has been unable to upload the videos despite multiple attempts. . . until now. (And I just deleted the first one trying to position it. Aargh! Here we go again, with fingers crossed.)

Jacob went first. As the resident daredevil, that's his job.




Gabe's turn.




Nate showing off the results of his "cool move."

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Does this settle all questions?

blog readability test

So, a couple of my newly-rediscovered 99th Ward friends had this on their blogs. Apparently, I don't write like I spent an extra three years in graduate school. Maybe it's because I quote the kids. At any rate, it's fun to check out your blog's readability and easy too. Just click on the box above.

And for extra fun, I checked out my husband's blog too.

blog readability test

Very interesting. So what if I like country music?

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Marriage Tag


So my best friend from forever Becky tagged me with this marriage questionnaire. It's pretty fun, and I'm pretty sure we won't need to go to counseling after Dan reads this.


How long have you been married?
11 years August 9th.

How old is your spouse? 33, but he has more gray hair. And always will. :)

Who eats more? He does, unless it's ice cream.

Who said I love you first? He did. Then he got really embarrassed--so cute!

Who is taller? He is.

Who sings better? Neither of us; can I nominate the kids? He thinks he sings better than me, but he's off a lot. We both love music; we just can't sing it. So very sad.

Who is smarter? We are both extraordinarily smart (wink, wink). I'm better with language and therefore win every argument. He is better at higher math, but I can figure sales percentages in a snap. And he's better at understanding words when they are spelled aloud; with me it's like a handicap. He'll spell out something that he doesn't want the kids to hear, and I cannot for the life of me figure it out.

Who controls the T.V. remote? Usually me--a hang up from being raised by a TV-controlling father. But we usually like the same shows, so it works out okay. And we DVR anything the other doesn't like (such as "Ghost Whisperer" for me--total cheese, but I still watch, and "Mythbusters," "Survivorman," etc. for him--I can only take Bear in certain quantities).

Whose temper is worse? Ahh, that would be mine. But he has one too, it just takes a lot to get it to come out and then he does it passive aggressively. And in my behalf, mine has mellowed considerably since marrying him.

Who does the laundry? Mainly me, but he helps a lot.

Who does the dishes? Mainly me, and for the record, I am the greatest dishwasher loader in the world.

Who cooks dinner? Both of us. But to be honest, we've been doing a lot of pancakes, hot dogs, scrambled eggs, and frozen pizza for dinner lately (we've even done, gasp, cold cereal). Does that even count as cooking?

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? He does. And we never cuddle--I don't even like to be breathed on when we are sleeping.

Who is more stubborn? We're about equal on the things that are really important to us. I probably have more things that are really important to me than he does (ie, towels are folded THIS way).

Who is the first to admit they're wrong? Usually he does; remember, I win every argument! :)

Whose parents do you see the most? We live close to both, so we see everybody fairly regularly.

Who has more friends? Probably me, since I have more time to catch up on the phone. But I swear, everyone who has ever met him likes him. Sometimes I am an acquired taste.

Who has more siblings? Me--I've got two sisters and two brothers. He has a brother and two sisters.

Who wears the pants in the family? He does. But I also wear pants, and I wear dresses and skirts. I totally beat him in the wardrobe department.

And now for the nominees: I tag Valerie, Sara, and Sara R., she's finally got a blog!

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

So Much Fun I Think I'm Addicted

http://www.myheritage.com/collage



See, my husband is a hottie, and he even looks like celebrity hotties. Although, I can't understand why the drummer guy from "That Thing You Do" didn't show up in his matches.

P.S. His name is Tom Everett Scott--check out the similarity! (You do have to picture Dan with hair!)




http://www.myheritage.com/collage


But the real fun starts when I try a collage with his ballcap on. Who knew he looked like Annika Sorenstam? And Susan Sarandon?


http://www.myheritage.com/collage


This photo of me is from last fall, before I cut my hair (I had contemplated growing it out to donate it, then read that they don't accept color-treated hair--picky, picky). I was very flattered with my matches; in fact, I may still be on a high from it.


http://www.myheritage.com/collage


However, my ego deflated quickly when I realized with a short haircut I resembled Hillary!?! Oh #@$%$! Should I start growing it out again? Or will she be history by November?


http://www.myheritage.com/collage


My father-in-law has always reminded me of David Caruso from CSI Miami--in a weird way, like if he were to whisper with dramatic pauses a lot. But David didn't show up on his celebrity matches. Maybe I should try more photos. Or do you see the resemblance? I guess he should rest assured that even though he doesn't match with the crime fighting Horatio, he does resemble Superman. (Although, I'll still think of him whenever I watch CSI Miami.) And where did they find that photo of Renee?


Apologies extended: That is not the best photo of my father-in-law, but I hardly have any of him.

The celebrity collage doesn't work very well with children--I tried. Guess I should move on to the Look-alike meter. Or get a life. :)




Monday, June 2, 2008

Graduation


Friday was Gabe's Kindergarten graduation! Yahoo! He's very excited to be almost a 1st grader. It was great to watch him do a little program and wear the cutest cap ever. But the best was hearing him yell and point when he saw us walk in, and yell and point to Nana D. and Papa C. Glad to know we can impress with simply our presence.

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In other Gabe stories, while driving home from church on Sunday he began crying "Itchy bummy! Itchy bummy!" I told him to scratch it as best he could in the booster seat, then take care of it at home. He became increasingly agitated, so I assured him it was probably nothing and he should just relax. He then offered the explanation: "I had to go poop at church and they ONLY had toilet paper, and I don't like toilet paper because it SCRATCHES and HURTS!"

Editorial comment: Apparently, I have created a toilet paper snob. I did so with the best of intentions--buying the Kandoo wet wipes when we began potty training, because, well, my boys weren't the most skillful wipers in the world. I've continued to buy Cottenelle, because, well, my boys aren't the most skillful wipers in the world.

After a fresh wet wipe and a change of underwear at home, Gabe was still irritated. It became a meltdown, and he was heard to scream: "Will someone PLEASE start praying for my bummy?"

He even hollered "SOMEBODY get a flashlight to look up my bummy!"

Editorial note: Gabe just recovered from strep throat, so a flashlight had been recently used to examine his throat.

Editorial question: Should we inform Gabe that life IS rough and scratchy? Or should we continue to allow him to find comfort in the small things where he can?