Emminism of the day

My husband told me this one before we went to bed last night. I laughed about it then woke up in the middle of the night thinking and laughing about it again.


***Em is agrily attempting to put her bike away in the garage on the other side of Russ's truck.

Emmy: GRRRRR!! DAD!! I can't put my bike away, your COSTUME is in the way!
Russ: What? My costume?
Emmy: Yeah Dad, your costume is in my way and I can't put my bike away!
Russ: Uh...that's not a costume Emmy. That's daddy's uniform.

(It was his bunker pants and boots:)

Costume??!! Wow!!

Songstress

I came into the girls room one night to pray with them. They have these cute little flower nightlights from Ikea right above their beds that give off this soft glow in their room. Under her nightlight, Em was sitting on her bed with her little leg propping her guitar up, and just strumming away and singing some song she had made up about Hunter and Jake (our old dog and mom's old dog who both had to be put to sleep recently) to make Faith feel better who was feeling sad about them at the time. I almost cried and then kicked myself for not having a camera to take a picture becuase I seriously thought I saw a glimpse into the future of her for a second. I saw her sitting in her dorm room with her guitar, singing some song she had written on her little dorm couch. It was the cutest thing ever.

She always makes up songs, ALL THE TIME! Everything she says, she sing-songs it. It's hilarious. So today I was feeling nostalgic and in a Bon Jovi-esque type mood. I was singing "Shot through the heart, and your to blame".....you know the rest. We are at Mom's house for lunch, and she is singing the song to herself only she heard the words a little differently. Her version was "Shot through the heart, but your too lame"......I seriously like her version better.

Emminim of the week.

My kids haven't really been that funny lately....in all seriousness, they've been moody and irritable. Women.

Anyway, tonight, they hit the goof-ball saying jackpot...so here goes!

Faith: Uh-Oh....We can't listen to that song.
Mommy: Why not?
Faith: It's a Jonas Brother song, and I think it has cussing in it.
Mommy: I'm pretty sure the Jonas Brother's don't have a song with cussing in it.
Emmy: Yeah, Nick wouldn't cuss 'cause he has diabetes.



Emmy: Mommy, I can't look at Faith's drink.
Mommy: Why? What's wrong with her drink.
Emmy: It's making me disgusted.
Mommy: Again...why?
Emmy: Because it has strawberries in it and they make me disgusted.


***Driving to Target, and Emmy is fighting with Maebree over the seat belt and the fact that Mae does not want a seat belt on. She cops a major 'tude with me when I ask her to help Maebree at least get it on.

Mommy: Faith, you will have to ride in the back with Maebree becuase evidently....Emmy......well, she just "cant handle the truth" (said in a joking, Jack Nicholson type-way, more so for Didi who was with me).

***Complete silence for about 10 seconds.

Emmy: I CAN handle the truth!! The TRUTH is that I CAN'T put the seat belt on MAEBREE!



I mean, where does she come UP with this stuff? I have never heard of a more "literal" kid in my life!

Fall Flop Fun part 1

Every year, our little town puts on a fall festival complete with parades and carnival-like fun. As long as I have lived here, the local teens (myself included, when I was one) would lovingly refer to it as the "Fall Flop". This year, we were more involved with various activities than we have ever been. Em was in the Little Princess Contest (see previous post), our church had a float involved, and I decided to run in the 5K race with my BFF Nichole. She actually made me do it, I had no choice in the matter. We decided way back when that we would run in the 5K the Pregnancy Resource Center was going to be doing in October, but she really wanted to do this one, and I decided what better way to kick my butt into shape then to go for it. Russ decided sort of last minute that he too would run in an effort to document our success, and hold our waters for us if we so decided.

I had two goals going into this race: 1.) A mutual goal with Nichole in that we would actually jog, the whole time. Regardless if we were dying or could walk faster than we were jogging, we would jog the entire race. 2.) I really wanted to do the whole race in 36 minutes, which would be 12-minute mile pace. I had not actually completed 3.1 miles in under 36 minutes 'til that day, and we actually finished the race under that. I don't remember, I think it was like 34 or 35 minutes, but regardless, we did it. Every mile was under 12 minutes! Yay for us!!

Onto the photo documentation:

An attempt at a pre-photo shot, and me hiding my "contraband" Ipod while the boys wait to cheer on their momma.

Waiting for the race to start in the lineup. I had to pee so stinkin' bad even though I had just gone like 2 minutes before hand. Stinkin' coffee.....


Still doing good, adrenaline's pumping.....Smiling for every shot!



Holy crap......we aren't even half way there, and the kid who ended up winning the whole thing just passed us on his way back to the finish line. Wow.



Ok, here it's starting to get tough...but obviously not for Russ....


Our cheering section came out to greet us at the 2-mile mark, and that gave us a little burst of energy!!!

Really rough...the smiles are totally fake. Still obviously not rough for Russ.......

Sweaty, but completely successful!!!!! WE DID IT!

Afterwards, we got cleaned up and headed off to the dog show for Faithy and Essie. Essie tied for the "Cutest Dog" 'cause really, that's all she has going for her. She doesn't do tricks. At all. And in all honesty, the dog she tied with truly was the cutest dog I have seen in ages. He was tinsy white puff-ball, and both his eyes pointed in the same direction at the same time. Essie's, well, not so much. But she did look pretty cute.

And completely exhausted after a long day of not cooperating:)

And my future dog...well, not him, but I will get one. He was a smooth coat, short haired, dry-mouth St. Bernard. It was love at first site, and when we build our commune in the country with the Knights and Holts, I will get one.

I will finish up the rest of the day soon, but right now, there are two screamin' boys in my house who want their lunch! Soo.....stay tuned for the parade and some fun on carnival rides!

Happy Birthday Faith!!!

My baby girl is 9 today. I have billions of things to post, but today it's all about her. I remember when she was born and they placed her on my tummy. They hadn't even cut the cord yet, and I looked down and she was totally doing a push-up on my belly so she could see me. Not even 1 minute old, and she was holding up her entire upper body! She is such strong little monkey! She had this perfectly round-softball shaped head, not the typical cone-head most kids were born with. She gets that hard noggin skull from her dad:)

I couldn't ask for a better kid (well, sometimes maybe:). She has the most enormous heart of any 9-year-old I have ever seen. She is a HUGE help to me every day with her sisters and "the boys". I often ask Russ how we did it when I didn't have an older kid to help with things. I honestly don't remember. I probably lean on her too much in that area, but she never complains...about that anyway:) She is not a princess, and she never will be, but she loves sports and outdoor activities something that her father is VERY thankful for! My goal today is to let her off the hook. She does not have to pick up one thing that her sisters mess up, she doesn't have to get me a diaper, take her sister potty, or make them lunch. She can be lazy, stay in her jammies, and watch t.v. all day if she so pleases. And right now, she SO pleases!

Happy birthday Faithy!! We love you bunches and bunches:)

Our Little Princess

Emmy had her Little Princess competition (for lack of better word) on Friday night. We got her all dolled up and ready to go!!

Mae wanted us to know that she was a princess too....which she is. If princess liked to play with cars and "rars" (dinasours) and beat up their big sisters which they obviously do.

We waited...and waited for the results.....
......AND....although she didn't get the crown from this competition.....

.....she was still crowned the Little Princess of our family......

which is totally ok because if you even attempted to call Faith a princess, she would probably vomit, and Mae just takes her rightful place anywhere she goes:)

The princess with various members of the "royal family"



And my absolute favorite pics of the night....


Emmy and Abbey...that would be "Caebin's" big sister. Emmy is 6, Abbey is 3, although, she will be 4 in November:) How cute are they! Julia, feel free to copy away:)

Everyone keeps asking me if Emmy was disappointed that she didn't win. We just didn't make it a big deal for her to win. In all honesty, I was WAY more disappointed than she even thought to be because...come one...look at those eyes and those massive dimples. And she is a total rock star:) In her words "it's totally ok to not win 'cause grandma's just going to buy me a crown anyway" which she did. She got to ride in the parade with all the other "contestants", and nobody rode in a "convertival" anyway! So in the end, it was all good!

Up next...the big race!!!

Ism's of the day

Emmy skinned her knees yesterday and has some pretty awesome battle scars from doing so. She informed me tonight that "Mom...I just miss my plain 'ol knees".


We also took Russ into Convenient Care due to him having what we could all only assume was a 2x4 stuck in his eye (in reality, it was something much smaller, but you would never know by the looks of his eye!). When he came out, Maebree ran up to him and said "Daddy, zat docter fitz you up!"

Some days I just want to squeeze my kids til stuff comes out!