Tequila

So, my recent observations have been inspired by a radio show I was listening to in the car the other day. The radio personelle were discussing "Dog Talk". They each insisted and gave examples of their dog's "voice" and what their dog says. Then of course they opened it up to the public and people were calling in saying their dog said, "tequila" and a variety of other random comments. So then I started wondering...is this "dog voice" similar to a toddler's voice to untrained ears? It seems the mother of a toddler just learning to talk can understand their googly guck while no one else in the room has the faintest idea what they are talking about. So I started paying closer attention to exactly what my kids were saying. True, they are beyond "toddler" years and for the most part have a firm grasp on the english language, but I observed several hillarious little comments.

I heard Naomi singing, "It's raining it's BORING the old man is snoring..."
and, "Mary Mary quite contrary how does your garden grow? With silver bells and TACO SHELLS and pretty maids all in a row."

Then when I caught Emilia walking around with a thermometer in her hear, she reassured me, "I'm just checking if my ears are not WACKY." (waxy)

Emilia was reciting a little rhyme that says, "Brown sugar, applesauce, spices, flour...." and instead she was saying, "Brown sugar, applesauce, five-six, flour."

She was also singing, "Put my finger sticks together for more, more, more" rather than finger tips.

So I suppose, after much thought, I will accept that people think their dogs can say "tequilla".

I must be CRAZY

So, I let my friends peer pressure me into doing a mini-triathlon with them. This should be interesting. My three main arguments for NOT doing it was
1. I don't run unless i'm chasing a child running towards a busy street, running from a dog or trying to catch the ice cream truck
2. I don't own a swimming suit (never mind the fact that I can't swim)
3. I don't own a bicycle

I thought these were pretty sound excuses for not voluntarily signing up for this torture. On the contrary, I have been wanted to get my body into a different shape than it is in. And now that there is a social aspect to this, it seems mildly appealing.

So my first step was to email my brother who does triathlons, and cycles. I asked him if it were even a possiblity with only eight weeks to train. He reassured me that if my goal was simply to finish the mini-tri, then yes it was possible. So there you have it. My goal (and in my mind, it's a lofty one) is to finish without having to be administered mouth to mouth on the side of the pool, to be scraped off the pavement, or to be life-flighted at the end of the day. Bring it on.

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A couple pictures of the dinner aftermath. Love those prunes.

Attention Please

Church today was a bit different than normal. It was stake conference so there were tons of people in the building. We just avoided the chapel and went straight to an overflow room that was also full of people. The meeting was well under way when Emilia grabbed a program and marched to the front of the room. Standing tall with the program out in front of her, she "read" clearly to everyone, "John Jacob Heemer Heimer Smit, tra la la la la la." Then she closed the program and sat down. Now I know this was one of those moments as a parent that I wasn't supposed to laugh, but really...could you blame my pathetically concealed hysterical outburst?

Aaaaannnddd we're off...

Heidi is on the move. Here is a little video clip of her lunge/crawl.

Note to self...

I have to hide my camera if I ever dare take a nap. If I don't hide it, when I wake up I will find my entire memory card full of pictures of my dirty laundry, Naomi's bed sheets, Prince Phillip on the TV, toys on the floor, the lights, and occasionally they do take pictures of each other's hair, or eyes so close up I'm sure they see permanent spots. Life through the eyes of a child...sigh.

Red Robin Hood

Dinner with Uncle Norm

Leah chowing

Naomi shoveling

Yaya really excited about her cherry

Just thought I would post a few photos of the girls eating their ice cream sunday's yesterday. They wouldn't put their spoons down to take a picture, so you get action shots.

This is at Red Robin. After we were done eating and were getting ready to leave, Emilia started crying. When I asked her what was wrong she said, "I wanted to go to Robin Hood."

Powder Puff

We went out to eat tonight. The girls did well, and ate well, including every drop of an ice cream sunday each. Their sugar consumption was greatly interfering with our bedtime routine. After stubborn refusals to brush teeth, the repeated "I need a drink", "I need to go to the bathroom" cycle, bouncing on the beds when they were supposed to be relaxing we finally got prayers said and lights off.

Did it stop there? Oh no. Emilia was coming out every four seconds to report that Naomi was breathing too loudly, that she needed help with her blanket, that she needed another drink, that she needed a hug, that she needed a kiss... My responses were getting more clipped and less sympathetic each time her cute little face emerged from the room. (It's really hard to get mad at that kid, she's so cute.)

Then Naomi picked up where Yaya left off with complaints of Emilia making monster sounds, and Emilia telling her there were monsters in the walls, and can I watch you work on your art project... So finally I had to go in and deliver the ultimate threat. "If you come out of your bedroom again you will not be going to your friend's house tomorrow." They both got in bed and promptly calmed down. I walked out of the room but heard Yaya getting out of her bed. So I turned around just in time to see Naomi leap out of her bed and tackle Emilia to the ground, sit on top of her, and warn her, "If you go out there we can't go to our friend's house tomorrow!" Poor Yaya, stood up a bit shaken and started wimpering, "That was scary!" and then crawled back into bed. It's been quiet ever since.