Lazy

So Monica was talking to Pamela today about various things and that fact that Monica and I think we're incredibly clever and probably no one else thinks that we're as clever as we think we are came up. Which of course lead to a conversation about our new recipe blog.
Pamela: So what is this all about anyway?
Monica: Well, Melissa was doing recipes and sending them to me and I was making them and Andrea was eating them and commenting about them so people were asking her for the recipe and she was too lazy to give it to them so she made a blog that Melissa could post them and she could just refer people to.
Pamela: Oh, that makes sense.

Yep, it's a good thing people understand my level of the lazies.

Rhyming

Brita has learned to rhyme recently. She's still not perfect at it, but she does pretty good most of the time. Today she was hanging out with Monica and the following conversation ensued.
Brita: Light and Bell rhyme.
Monica: Not really. Light rhymes with tight and bite and kite and things like that.
Brita: And what does bell rhyme with?
Monica (Thinks of something not appropriate to teach a three-year-old and can't think of anything else besides the fact that she doesn't want to corrupt my daughter.)
Brita: Bell and hell rhyme.
Monica: Yes, yes they do.

The Fairest

Last Saturday we were driving around, going to a bunch of stores and stuff and Peter asked Brita if she wanted to go to the mall.

Brita: Like at Grandma's house

Me: Um..sure.

Brita: You know, Grandma Collett. She has the book.

Me: What book?

Brita: Snow white. Who's the fairest of the mall?

I was going to tell you a funny story

So something funny happened about a week ago that I was going to blog about, but I forgot what it was. Oops. But here's something that happened today.

The kids and I were playing with little people and I put the cart on the horse. Brita pipes up: "'I have a backpack,' says the horse."

Fluorescent Yellow Food Day

We had a fluorescent Yellow Food Day party today. It was mighty fun. We invited a bunch of people, but only two from up here and eight from Provo could make it. Most people were sick, the others just don't like us (um, just kidding). The food was amazing this year--way, way yummy. Peter did most of the decorating and cooking. He did a fabulous job. And here's some pictures of our grand party...
We had a candy tray.
We had festive decorations.
We had hats and glasses to wear.
We had cake. This picture does not do justice to the cake. It was amazing. the handwriting was beautiful. And it tasted good. That's important, too.
We had fried rice and curry rice and mashed potatoes and mac and cheese and popcorn and flan and cheesecake and cake and candy and it was all so good.
We had kids eating on benches.
We had the 4.5 us.
We had Monica.

I tell you it was a party.

Now we just need to eat macaroni and cheese and yellow mashed potatoes for the next week and a half and we'll be good to go.

In other exciting news, if you google "yellow food" the FYFD site is the first one that comes up. Go FYFD.

Sundays

Sundays are about the only day that Peter gets to spend much time with the kids. And they're the only time he has to do musical things, so he usually combines the two. He's getting pretty good at playing the piano with help. Sometimes lots of help. He's also broken out the french horn a few Sundays lately. The kids have fun trying to make it make noise. So does Peter, when he gets the chance.



And he gets to clean cheerios out of his french horn. I bet he never had to do that before he had kids.

A little late

Here's a picture of Brita about five minutes after she learned to hold the french horn.
Here's Peter, Brita and Benton about two minutes after they were being cute together.

Maybe I do need to get a new camera. But I like the one I have.

Dinner groups

So I decided to do dinner groups from my ward. I think it'll be fun. I just sent out an email informing the lucky group leaders that they were group leaders, but Peter made me take out the "Lucky You" from my email. So here it is: Lucky you, Dinner Group Leaders; go team! Maybe I shouldn't be in charge of things anymore. But I did invite everyone over to someone else's house for a play group. See--I have leadership skills. I'm socialized.

Or maybe I just need to go to bed. I think that's it.

Just can't win

So a little while ago we moved Benton into Brita's room. He didn't sleep at first because Brita's night light is so stinking bright that Brita can look at books until one in the morning with the greatest of ease. So we got rid of the night light and then Brita started being so bored at night because she couldn't see to look at her books that she started being really loud and then Benton couldn't sleep. So we thought that we could get some music or a book on tape for her to listen to so she wouldn't be so antsy and she would go to sleep.

So yesterday we went to the library and got some things. Then last night we realized we didn't have a CD player, so we asked to borrow Monica's but it bit the dust a few months ago. And we would have used the laptop, but we haven't been able to find the power cord for a while. Finally Peter found a DVD player that would work. (Thanks, Stewart!) We put in Curious George and it started off with jazz music that got Benton out of bed and dancing. Luckily Brita didn't like the thought of listening to that book so we put in the music, which unfortunately Benton still wanted to dance to. Brita started crying about how she didn't want to listen to music and her life was basically ending. So I asked her if she could be quiet if we turned off the music and she said yes. Peter left her with a threat that if she was loud we'd turn the music back on and everyone went peacefully to sleep. Or something like that.

My birthday

So I don't usually blog about important events (you know, like everyone else in my family's birthdays), but here's some pictures from my birthday. And yes, I consider my birthday an important event.

The first part of my birthday was pretty ordinary, other than people dropping by the house and giving me things. It was so nice--I didn't expect anything and people are really just too nice for their own good. Then Brita went to a 4H activity with a friend of hers and Peter came home from work and had lunch with me (he was supposed to be home for the rest of the day, but that didn't quite work out). Then I talked to my sister for about two hours (ahh, the freedom of having a phone after not having one for a long time) and she got to hear all sorts of things that she never wanted to. Mostly involving potty training. Then Brita came home and we picked up Peter from work and got subway and came home and had cake and ice cream. It was a lovely day.

My cake. "What is it?" you might ask. It's a muddy tractor in winter.
My cute family.
They enjoyed the cake and ice cream. It was cookies and cream ice cream--you know, like vanilla, but more muddy-winter-ish.
They liked it a lot. And they're pretty funny.
After cake and ice cream they did a song for me. Peter sang and Brita and Benton danced. They have some moves.
I don't usually do videos. Mostly because I never watch other people's videos. So feel free to not watch.
Here's a video of the amazing dancing.

Here's Brita singing Picture a Christmas. You would have gotten the beginning, but I had to mess with my camera. A lot. Don't miss Benton's mad dance skills.
And then we went to bed.