HAVE YOU NO MEMORIES

OK, you all disappoint me. This challenge was directed to those of you who were with me during Wacky Women's Week, senior year. I took Austin Strong, I have no idea what we did except for going to H Guy Child's parking lot and circling our cars and playing "The Dance" by Garth Brooks and dancing in the middle. Please tell me I'm not the only one remembering this?

THE CHALLENGE PART 1

So this is my challenge to you all-I was just on my way home from dropping off my babysitter and I heard the song "The Dance" by Garth Brooks. For those of you who were there, name where we were and what we did that made us so cool.

Annoying moms

So tell if I'm wrong but shouldn't sick kids be home? Here's the story. Yesterday I had to go into work and conveniently enough Rob was able to arrange his schedule so that he could be home. Well Monday is tumbling and I kind of giggled when I got to tell Rob that he had to take Abby with the other two in tow. This, mind you, is a weekly adventure. Anywho, last night when I was getting the daily report Abby told me that a boy in class was sick. I'm thinking runny nose and whatnot. No, no, she tells me that he threw up in line and then again on the tramp. Well Abby has been one to exagerate so I ask Rob what happen and he confirmed her story but include the last little bit where his mom says, "Yeah, he's been sick, but we have an appointment today at 2:30". The teacher totally let him stay in class too. Maybe she didn't hear what the mom had to say and figured he had done one to many sommersalts (sp?). Honestly, though, I know it's that time of year, and I have totally taken my kids places when they have had runny noses, but throwing up?! I think this woman should be shot! Am I being too harsh?

YAY FOR POOP IN THE POTTY

So on my list of things I least like about being a mom, potty training is definately at the top. With Abby at first I though, "hey, I don't know what all these mom's are crying about. This will be a peice of cake." Yeah, why didn't you just kick me in the face right then and there. It was a horrible experience, one I wasn't going to repeat with Cooper. When I started with Abby I was a little too gung-ho, and she wasn't quite ready. Though she was showing some signs, I jumped on it a little too fast. So Coop has been showing some signs for a while now, but I have had no motivation due to my first experience. Well after "boy's club" ( a little play group that I have with two of Coop's buddies and there mom's) last week I found out that they were both potty training. One boy is a little older and one a little younger, both moms are first timers. You know me though, my competative side jumped out of me and Coop was put in underware that afternoon, with me giving him the ole pee pee in the potty talk. This was purely for the intent of waiting for his first accident, then I talk to him again about going potty in the potty. This was 8 days ago. I'm letting him decide if he wants to wear underwear or his diaper. Thomas the train makes for fantastic underwear so you can imagine his dilema. Well today my work paid off. No he didn't just pee in the potty, no, no, not my boy. He obviously has his mothers competativeness and went straight for the Big Cahuna, he pooped! Yes, we are yet to have pee in our potty, but pooping is such a huge milestone in itself that I'm proud of my boy! We called Rob at w0rk and shared the news even. Now if we can just get him to actually pee in the potty we will be a "one kid in diapers" house. A girl can only dream!

PS I was going to take a picture to share with you all but decided you would just to prefer to take my word for it

Random pictures and thoughts

Well I still don't have anything interesting to blog about so I decided to just throw in some pictures and some updates. You all got to throw in pictures of snow at your house so I thought I'd do the same. Yes, that is a wagon completely covered, along with a lawn mower (Coop's mind you) and Abby's scooter.






This is our swing set. The snow comes up completely to the bottom of the swing.







This picture is just what I'd like to label as a sign of the times. This is Abby, my 4 year old, teaching Coop, my 2 year old, how to use the computer. She really knows how to. She has her own favorites folder and she knows the signs that go with each website. Rob called me at work once and said that Abby wanted to play on the computer and asked which websites should he go to for her. I told him to just give her permission to play and she would do the rest. He walked in to the living room from the kitchen and said, "oh, she's already signing online". This generation is so technologically inclined it amazes me. I was talking to Missy about this today and she says that Kati, who is now 8, totally types with her fingers in the right place and everything. They have much to teach us yet.

This is my little walking Shelbs. Does 2 steps count as walking, I thought so. That is her record so far. She really wants to do more and gets mad at you if you try to hold her hands to help her. Why do my kids think they have to be so independant?




This one I threw in just cause it was cute. I love little pigtails. I thought I was such hot stuff when I was little and my mom would braid my piggies. Libby, bust out the old preschool pic, I'm pretty sure that's what I have in, in addition to my cabbage patch kids shirt of course.

I wanted to throw this one in just to show my kids fun imagination. Those are happy meal boxes on their heads. They though they were the coolest ever.

Lastly, I would like to share that today is the first day to register for EFY. Yeah, I was talking to Missy about sending Baylee and we started reminiscing. One thing I was reminded of was that I was at practice when Stac, Lib, and Veronica registered for us and they registered me as Kristen Gaye McDougal. They thought they were hilarious. It was on all of my paperwork, plus for a few years after whenever I'd get stuff from the church it would come to Kristen Gaye McDougal. Oh, the laughs we had about that one.

This is Kristen Gaye signing off.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas

Well that was a fun couple of weeks. Christmas with 3 kids is always a joy. The fact that the "Santa doesn't bring presents to naughty kids" worked over and over and over again, it really made things nice there for a bit. We all had a good Christmas weekend with both families. The following weekend we proved that we are a two lazy bums who really know how to party. We had a couple of places that we could have gone to celebrate the new year but decided that we were tired of onry kids and put them to bed ontime and sat up watching TV, just the two of us. We ended up in bed by 11:30 after watching some stupid show on ESPN about some guy who was going to jump a football field on his motorcycle. It was so dumb! I had a hard time staying awake, you know me. I did however make it to midnight, kissed my cute husband, and was asleep by no later that 12:05. Yeah, we're nerds! The following weekend, as you all, know is my birthday weekend. I of course got my annual birthday card from Lib, hilarious as always. We headed for the lovely Las Vegas for a free stay that comes when you go see one of those timeshare places. 4 days 3 nights, well worth it. The main highlight was when we in Ceasars Palace watching the tables when we met some really nice people, who were also either very wealthy, or more drunk than they appeared. We were watching them play Roulette and he asked me what number I like, I of course said 20, which lost, but he also be on black and even to go with the 20. Those both won and he tipped me $50. Yeah, what's a girl to do. So Rob and I played Roulette for over an hour with this man's money. Now you may say to yourself, wow, you're really good to play Roulette for an hour with just $50. No, no, we lost that $50 the first hand. He just kept giving us money because he kept winning while we were at the table. About $150 for me later I actually won a hand. Shortly, there after Rob did too, and shortly after that we had lost it all. But still this man kept winning on my advise. It was fantastic. At one point I said the number 14 and that number hit dead on, yeah, he won almost $900. I got another $50 for that one. When all was said and done I think we went through a grundle of money and lost it all. Rob won big too, and of course lost it as well. The moral of the story is this: I will never gamble again unless it is with someone elses money. I would have been sick if that money was mine. I probably went through $300-400 of this man's money. His philosophy was, keep betting big and then when you win it doesn't look like your losing any. Yeah, great advise.