A life saved

I saved a chicken's life today. It was behind a back tire of someone who was about to back up. I got the car to stop and then the driver chased the chicken away with a ice scraper. It probably would have been more effective to have signaled the driver in some way rather than just looking like an lunatic telling the chicken to move and motioning which way it should go. Oh well. The driver noticed me and rolled down the window to see if there was a problem and I told her about the chicken and saved its life.

Then I had a chicken wrap for lunch.

You win some, you lose some.

Grrr.

I hate it when people upset me right after my kids go to bed and before I've gone to bed so instead of sleeping peacefully I have to spend the night telling them off and trying to reason with them and help them see that they made a stupid decision. I my head of course. If you can't say anything nice, at least tell them off in your head. After all it's not what you say, it's how you feel about the person (I learned that in relief society). Never mind this post. Hopefully it was enough to get me some sleep. I really, really need it.

New camera

We got a new camera. This is the first picture that was taken with it:
It's so cool that it can tell when you're smiling and only take a picture when you smile just right. Here we are practicing:


You can make it so it doesn't take a picture until it sees two smiles, too.

Skirt

I made a skirt for Brita. I need an opinion on if I need to hem the bottom and if the layers need to be different lengths. It'd probably be useful for you to see it, though. Maybe when our new camera comes you can see a picture. Wow, this post was really unnecessary.

We get to go visit some friends in Provo today. I'm way excited, thus I am killing time by blogging until we can leave. Benton will probably be soaked because he's playing at the sink. They have a new baby. Babies are fun. Adjusting to three kids has been a lot easier than I thought it would be. I don't know if that's just because I thought it would be down right awful or not, though. Have I mentioned I love my calling at church? I do. I teach an awesome class. They're pretty much the funniest people I've hung around in a while. I kind of went off about skinny jeans to one of them on Sunday. Hopefully I didn't scar him for life.

That's all.

Because I'm a Sunbeam

I'm always amazed at the things Brita can do just because she's a Sunbeam. The other day we went to church and Brita got a drink from the drinking fountain all by herself. I didn't know she could reach that high. I said, "Holy cow! I didn't know that you could get a drink all by yourself!" She said, "Yeah I can. I'm a Sunbeam!"

She can also get dressed all by herself--because she's a sunbeam.

She can open her own string cheese because she's a sunbeam, too.
Brita loves to dance. One Sunday a she put on my scarf and was dancing up a storm. The musicals she watches definitely influence her style. It's always a little bit scary to me when I recognize her dance moves from movies I've seen. She truly is an amazing little girl.

Just now

Just now, as I was typing, Mima was leaning her head on my arm and watching what I was typing. Staring at a computer screen probably isn't the best thing for her, but at least I don't type fast enough to have to worry about giving her ADD. It was really quite tender. Which was the point of recording the moment. If I only had a camera with room on the card you'd see how cute she was.

Napping

Napping has been interesting around here since Mima came. Brita's pretty much given up on it, but I can usually still get Benton down eventually. Today was awesome, though because we had play group at the church and the kids just ran around and rode bikes for about two hours and everyone took naps when we got home. Hurray!

Anyways, here's a picture from a while back when Peter was putting Benton down for a nap. Apparently Benton was playing with toys at the end of the bed and Peter told him to put his head on the pillow. So he gathered up all his toys, took them down to where his pillow was, smiled at Peter and put the blanket over his head and played with the toys. Peter tried to get a picture of it, but instead you get a picture of Benton's smiling face. It's a cute face. Especially when it's well rested.

Hats

The kids like hats. At least the ones that have a say. Here're Brita, Benton and Mima when everyone needed to have a hat. It was a couple days after Mima came home from the hospital.

Curlied hair

Yesterday Brita asked me to "curly" her hair and my hair, since we needed to match. She was really patient--it was the first time she let me brush her hair without complaining. She looked really cute.

That's what Santa Claus would do.

You know those days where you think you're doing really good but somehow you just fail, fail, fail?-- You know, where you do the whole individual time with each of the kids and teach them stuff and you make cookies like a little homemaker and you take some to the neighbors because you like the neighbors and you even manage to placate a toddler with no one crying and clean up after making the cookies and you have dinner done by the time your husband comes home from work? Today was like that. Because then came a "Mom, you really should try to be nice to us someday" comment, followed shortly by a near nervous breakdown tirade on my part, which in the middle of me saying that I was doing my best Brita comes out with, "Yep, that's what Santa Claus would do." Which of course just makes you laugh.

And that's why I try not to judge people's parenting. If you're a parent and your kid is alive, kudos to you.