Surpise-Mom Turned Up!!

After child three we gave up trying to be stellar parents. We entered "survival mode" where all we try to do is keep the children alive and meet the minimum requirements of us as parents-they will be fed, they will have a roof over their heads-stuff like that. So, when extra school things arise such as a Halloween Parade that is the equivalent of "overtime". I prepped my kids this morning by telling them that I was so sorry that I could not make it to their Halloween Parade at school. Guilt got the best of me and I asked to leave work early. They were okay with it because they have low expectations of me as a parent now-so when I did show up to Lucy's parade she gave me an extra big smile. I guess I will just have to take the pay cut out of Lucy's allowance next month. :)
I am sure all the other parents that were there were taken for granted but me, I gave mine a small dose of disappointment in the morning and a big cup of surprise in the afternoon. I know I know I really should get started on that "Good Parenting by a Winning Parent" book. It's in the works-I promise (note: do not take any heed to any prior posts confessing being a liar).
PS
I have decided to not edit photos for awhile. I find procrastination keeps me from following through so you get to relish in the delight of real-life National Enquirer quality photos.

Lucy was real proud of herself for coming up with a costume from things that she found from around the house (thanks Jill) and was even more thrilled that she could still look pretty too.

Little Disappointed

These are originally from not martha but hers came out much cuter. but I guess that is why not martha is so funny. The lady can cook and she takes cute pictures of the stuff-so jealous.


I am a little disappointed that I am not bakerella but I am still glad I found the site. There are some cool things to be found. Bite-sized splendor. Some of the things are from books but I just like seeing them in different ways. Plus, get a look at these little completely unnecessary cupcake stands. I think I kind of want them even though I would only use them once in a blue moon but what a cute blue moon time it would be. :)

Feeling Yucky Inside

The past few days I have not been feeling 100%. I haven't been bed-ridden but I also haven't been my usual happy-go-lucky self. I just received a telephone call surveying whether we should cancel the ward Halloween party or not because we have one blood tested confirmed case of the swine flu.
We had our Primary Program Sunday and yes there was as the Primary Prez stated best, "whole lotta coughin' goin' on". Being in the Presidency I was there front and center as well as doling out the sugar cookies. To be fair to the contaminated child-I wasn't feeling all that great Sunday morning.
I thought I was just tired and slightly achy from my one of my half-effort workouts during the week. Since Sunday I have progressively felt worse so after that phone call I decided to look up symptoms of the swine flu. I know I am notorious for being a hypochondriac but I am now certain I have the swine flu.
Since I have self-diagnosed myself I feel a weird sort of niggly piggly even swinely feeling inside my chest. Kind of like when you hear someone talking about head lice and your scalp starts to itch. Yes, so while I was sick before I now feel icky knowing what it is. It really was only a matter of time and now I can freely partake of any swine-infected candy my children will collect come Halloween.

Ed the Who

I love it when a two year old such as Ed here injures themselves and insists that a band-aid is the only thing that will remedy their pain. Places where a band-aid is demanded by child but deemed "just not possible" by parents are as follows: the top of the head (unless the child is open to having their head shaved), tongue, inside of ear, eye, lip, inside nose (I am open to the top of the nose just because it makes me laugh) and as seen here that tiny part above your lip (once named by my girls-the bogey river path).
After falling down the garage stairs putting the recycling I had left in the middle of the floor into the bin, Ed injured his nose and upper lip. Ed being my last, and slightly spoiled child coupled with the fact I am too tired to be a consistent parent anymore, was awarded his desire to have a band-aid not only on the acceptable "outer nose" but on the bogey river channel as well.
I thought I would go through with it and he would see it for all of its silliness and utter impracticality but turns out he was just fine with it-did I really expect anything but? Aida decided he looked like a who and I had to agree.