Friday, December 11, 2009

Mission boy and sick boys

I drove Alan and Mom to the airport on Monday for their flight out to the MTC. Alan has successfully entered into the MTC and is on his way to be a fully trained LDS missionary. The Pocatello Mission is going to have fun with him. He is easily one of the most enjoyable person to be around. There is always a story or something going on that you just want to shake your head and call him a dork for doing.
Yes, he was the Wendy's girl.



Yes, he is giving Cory a wet willy.

Trash bag king of the Theater

Both Ethan and Mark are currently snoozing off a nasty cold that has been swarming our house for the last two weeks. I have a doctor's appt. for Mark tomorrow so I'll find out if it is turning into anything worse. I hate it when we are sick. Mark has been a miserable human being for the last two weeks, but I just thought he was starting the terrible twos or something of that nature. But the fever and other things are making appearance today that are making me think otherwise. I haven't been able to be much help for him, all he wants is Daddy. Leaves me free to take care of Lyssa, so I don't really mind. I think all the cuddling with Daddy is what is making Ethan sick now.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

some of the pics


She has a great smile, and is starting to show signs of getting dimples.

Monday, December 7, 2009

I am an Aunt again, my sister finally had her baby. Baby girl! And Ethan (her husband) said it was the best delivery yet! Yeah!!!!!! Go Mommy and baby!

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Unsmiley

When Mark was about three months old we got pro. pictures done of him in his blessing suit, and decided that we would splurge with the speciality pictures, like that with each of the kids. Well due to Lyssa's fast growth, she was weighted at 13.5 lbs today(10 weeks now), we knew we need to get them done soon, otherwise she wasn't going to fit her dress anymore. She is a cubby one. Mom was going to get pictures done with the boys(Alan leaves in a week) at Sears, and I had gotten some good coupons to do pictures with, so I went with them to get Lyssa's done. First outfit, sitting up, she did just fine, got some smiley ones. Then they put her on her stomach. Anyone know of a baby that truly likes being on their stomach at this age? She didn't smile again the rest of the time. I felt so bad for the guy, he was trying every which way to get her to smile. His lips had to be sore. Making all the sounds and everything. We finally gave up. She has a beautiful smile and does smile often, I don't know why she wouldn't today. Once I have access to the stuff online, I will post.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Ant and the Grasshopper

The Ant and The Grasshopper
This one is a little different... Two different versions...
Two different morals
Old Version
The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter.
The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away.
Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed.
The grasshopper has no food or shelter and dies out in the cold.
Moral of the story: Be responsible for yourself!
Modern Version
The ant works hard in teh withering heat and the rain all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter.
The grasshopper thinks the anut is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away.
Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while he is cold and starving.
CBS, NBC, PBS, CNN, and ABC show up to provide the pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to the video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.
America is stunned by the sharp contrast.
How can this be, that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?
Kermit the Frog appears on Oprah with the grasshopper and everybody cries when the sing, ' It's Not Easy Being Green.'
ACORN stages a demonstration in front of the ant's house where the news stations film the group singing, "We shall overcome." Then Rev. Jeremiah Wright has the group kneel down to pray to God for the grasshopper's sake.
Pres. Obama condemns the ant and blames Pres. Bush, Pres. Reagan, Christopher Columbus, and the Pope for the grasshopper's plight.
Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid exclaim in an interview with Larry King that the ant has gotten rich of the back of the grasshopper, and both call for an immediate tax hike on the ant to make him pay for his fair share.
Finally the EEOC drafts the Economic Equity and Anti-Grasshopper Act retroactive to the beginning of the summer.
The ant is fined for failing to hire the proportionate number of green bugs, and having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the Government Green Czar and give to the grasshopper.
The story ends as we see the grasshopper and his free-loading friends finishing up the last bits of the ant's food while the government house he is in, which, as you recall, just happens to be the ant's old house crumble around the because the grasshopper doesn't maintain it.
The ant has disappeared in the snow, never to be seen again.
The grasshopper is found dead in a drug related incident, and the house, now abandoned, is taken over by a gang of spiders who terrorize the ramshackle, once prosperous and once peaceful neighborhood.
The entire Nation collapses bringing the rest of the free world with it.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Why Trampolines
Aren't Safe
in Wisconsin.




Who says you can't buy a trampoline for five
Bucks?

Thursday, October 29, 2009

4 hour crying jags...

Once Lyssa is asleep she will sleep for a decent amount of time. But in order for that to happen she has to actually fall asleep. The other night she went on a 4 hour crying jag, that I still don't know what the cause of it was. I know it wasn't food that I ate, and she wasn't having gas issues, and she was eating just fine, but she just kept crying. Grrrr. I hate nights like that thoughs. I know after awhile you just kind of have to let them cry it out. But then there is the listening to the cries that make you hurt because you know they aren't happy, and then after doing everything you can do, you just get annoyed that nothing is working. After that night, I got earplugs. Call me cruel, I don't care.