Today is the day...: April 2013

Lack of adult human interaction plus excessive contemplation results in this blog post. These are the thoughts currently taking up real estate in my overactive mind. Enjooooy the riiiiide!

• Marshall is utterly spoiled. Each night he gets a prime spot on my pillow while I carefully sneak beside him onto whatever's left. I could stare at him sleeping all night...if I didn't fall asleep myself in the process.

That's okay.

It actually seems sort of creepy now that I think about it. I wouldn't want to end up like the old mother from "Love You Forever," climbing into my grown son's bedroom window at night.

*Shutter.*

This, however, melts my heart.

• I'm a bit jealous of kangaroos. Sometimes I wish I could carry my kids around safely and hands-free in a little built-in pouch.

Wait.

I just remembered a certain 9 months that couldn't end soon enough. Never mind.

Still, I wouldn't mind looking down at this sweet face 24/7.

• I am so glad that phases are just that. Phases. I am dealing with a couple of real doozies right now. Ellia has become obsessed with me. I know I'm awesome (har har) but this girl will not leave my side. If I could wear her she'd be totally cool with it. She refuses to go anywhere without me, and consequently, I can go nowhere without her. Should I be flattered?

Oh, and if I break that rule?...Let's not even talk about it.

Meanwhile, I've become neurotic over the location of every writing utensil in our household. Let's just say that my budding artist thinks that the world (i.e. the walls, my coffee table, the kitchen chairs, my tablecloth, her leggings, the couch...need I go on?) is her canvas. Goo-Gone is my new best friend. Next to Ellia.

• Speaking of artists...

"The Three Bears" by Ellia, age 4

• I've taken the kids to six doctor/dentist appointments in the last three days. No cavities. Woot woot! But sweet Marshall has to have breathing treatments with a nebulizer four times a day to treat his Bronchiolitis. Sounds made-up.

But isn't.

• As I caught the tail end of an episode of Full House around 2:30 in the morning, I realized that I will forever have a crush on Uncle Jesse. I'm talking about his post mullet, pre Nicky and Alex days. Also, TGIF was possibly one of the most exciting things about my childhood. Huge fan over here!

This undoubtedly led to a You Tube search. Small dose of 90's nostalgia anyone?

• Marshall received his baby blessing last Sunday. We were pretty amused with ourselves when we realized afterwards that his entire vest was covered in tiny white crosses (a symbol we Mormons don't typically sport.)

He reminds me of an elderly temple worker, in the cutest possible way.

• Carlos went out of town on Thursday and left three boxes of Girl Scout cookies in his place. Those cookies aren't as good as I remember.

Oh, who am I kidding? All three boxes are gone.

And I may have snuck the last four Samoas into my room and literally hid them behind my pillow when the kids came in. They just don't appreciate them the same way that I do, okay!

Don't judge me.

This Easter I dealt with a few unexpected circumstances. For example, I did not expect a moldy packet of cream cheese to throw off my plans. I definitely did not expect to ride to church in the backseat of our car acting as a human straightjacket for my tantrum-throwing 4-year-old who refused to go to church that morning. And I did not plan on giving a talk in primary after the previously mentioned child (who, by the way, I love unconditionally) "declined the privilege." But some days that's just how things go.

The rest of the day made up for it.

I did expect to see these four adorable, happy faces when they saw that the Easter Bunny had come. (Marshall could barely contain his enthusiasm.)