Oct 15, 2009

Axer Baggits, Speechless Butterfly, Dog Prayer and "My Baby Did It"

Recent belly laughs brought to us by our in-house love monster, Mollie:

Part I, "Axer Baggits"
"Mom! I learned how to do some axer baggits in gymnastics! Watch me run and then do somersaults all the way to the bean bag!" Throw in a few skips, a twirl, some leaps, one-legged hopping, and you have some very fancy a-c-r-o-b-a-t-i-c-s, indeed.

Part II, "Speechless Butterfly"
Mollie and I were water-coloring and I was painting a butterfly. "What do you think, Mollie, should it have a face? Should we do eyes?" "Yes, but not a mouth because I don't want it to talk."

Part III, "Dog Prayer"
Lately, Mollie has liked to pretend that she is the family dog. Yesterday her name was Wilson the Dog. When it came time for family prayer, Mollie volunteered to pray. Her prayer went as follows:

"Arf, arf, arf. Arf arf, arf arf arf. Arf. Arf.....ARF" (which we think is dog speak for a typical child's prayer). Definitely not the way we want to continue to pray, but you got to give her some credit for the out-of-the-box thinking. Those "arfs" were pretty heartfelt, too.

Part IV, "My Baby Did It"
Did you know we had a baby? Yeah, it was news to us, too. It is a very naughty, tricky, and smart baby. Whenever something mysteriously appears, like big dents in the coffee table, or spilled food all over the floor, or a big smear of lipstick on the couch, Mollie makes sure that we know that "her baby did it." Hmmm..somehow I think that the invisible, nameless baby is not the culprit. But even after calling her out, Mollie works really hard to convince us that she is just an innocent bystander. I think this girl has a future in politics.

Oct 9, 2009

Private Parts

Did that title get your attention? Well, don't get too excited. I am going to make this "part" of my life "private." That means that this blog is getting a password!

Is adding a password the natural evolution of a blog? First you lay your life out for all to see, then you realize that few people outside of your family even look you up, then you realize that you really aren't being TOTALLY honest with your life because you only write what you want people to think or know about you, and then you come to the realization that if you control who gets to read what you post, you can say anything you want (like the term "private parts" - so liberating)! Ok, ok, I don't really intend to make this blog more realistic or throw in potty words, but I do think privacy is probably a good idear.

So...if you want to keep reading my ridiculously cheesy posts, leave me a comment and I'll add you to the subscriber list. (I could say "leave a comment if you want to see our private parts." What a great play on words! Well, I won't say that, because first, it is distasteful and offensive, because that would probably rule out any comments at all, AND I might get arrested. So HARD to resist though).

Thank you for your patronage. I promise to be more mature in the future.

Oct 6, 2009

Fummer or Sall

Fummer or Sall. What I mean to say is that a few weeks ago, the fine line between Summer and Fall was very, very fine. Wasn't it nice? I am wistfully thinking of those days of old. Here are some the memories from our Indian summer:

Red Butte Gardens with cousins Caleb and Adelynn. The kids thought it was fun to pretend to be Indians. After we splashed in the fountains for a while, we had lunch with the ducks at the pond. Who knew ducks liked peanut butter sandwiches?



Mollie at her first dental appointment! Funny story: a few weeks earlier, Mollie was fascinated by Grandma Scott's ability to take her teeth out. Later, Mollie was found in the corner trying as hard as she could to take her teeth out too. Sorry, Mol! Just one of the benefits of old age, I guess! She did great at the dentist's. Not one squirm or squeal out of her the whole time.


A visit to the Zoo with Cory's PMBA program


Our annual visit to the fair. Mollie liked to show the animals that she was a cowgirl in her pink cowgirl hat. And she showed her "chick shirt" to the ducks and chickens. I am sure they all appreciated it.

Mollie and one of her favorite people, Brandon