Saturday, July 11, 2009

A girl and her cake


So do you all remember that marvelous cake I made for Jeff's mission president? Well, I decided that I wasn't going to let one cake ruin me...even though I have never made a normal looking cake...So I decided to do it again. Since Jeff is gone, and it is my last week with my family, I thought I would make it for them. Really, the pictures speak for themselves. Halfway through cooking I had to take the cakes out because smoke was filling the house. I did it again...ruined cake. Oh well...I still have one last try in me...this cake will not beat me. I will overcome!

Mom's favorite babysitter

Daniel is obsessed with his jumper...and rightfully so! Who doesn't love to jump on a fun chair to music while bungee cords are springing you back up? He really could stay in it for hours. Well, I thought I would try it and see how long he could stay in there. I put him to the ultimate test...watching mom do her hair. The other day I was straightening my hair (which takes a good 45 min. from wet to dry...what can I say...I am high maintenance). He did so well, all up until the last 5 minutes and he tuckered out. So you be the judge...does this picture say "Bad Parenting" or just "Worn-out Kid"? Poor little guy!

Adventures in Motherhood

Now, I don't have a picture of this one...rightfully so...it is just a good lesson learned. I went grocery shopping tonight by myself. Now I hate to have to make more than one run back to the car when unloading the groceries, so I did it all in one run. This meant I had to carry Daniel in one arm, and all the groceries in the other while locking car doors and opening the apartment door. Not easy. Well, I was wearing the shorts that I purchased right after I had Daniel...I have lost a little weight since then...my story continues. It was about 6:30 PM and all the neighbors were out doing yard work. As I made my way to the apartment (baby steps might I add, so that I wouldn't drop anything), I could feel my pants starting to fall. However, with my arms full, and my determination not to make another run, I ignored the minor inconvenience. Step by step, they fell even further. I started walking as fast as I could. By the time I made it to the apartment door, my shorts were almost all the way down my behind. I am sure someone saw, but come on...I have to get a "pass" for being a mom. Quite the adventure this motherhood thing!

A Man and his Mustang




So...I finally tricked my dad. My mom and I schemed together to get my dad a ride on the P-51C Mustang (the only dual control mustang in the world!) I lied to my dad and told him that we were just going to a special viewing of the P-51. I told him that I had arranged a pre-flight for him with the pilot. (It was a tad bit scary how well I fibbed!) Anyway that got him down there. That morning was so hectic. Jeff was gone to Alabama, I had to get Daniel ready, I had to find my dad's old log book, etc., etc...you know the mornings. I made sure to get ready that day too, because we were going down to the airport and I wanted to look somewhat half-decent in my post pregnancy phase. I actually did my hair and make-up. It was a quick throw together, but I did it. That stated we went to the airport...the whole family...to see the Mustang...or as dad calls it..."the Cadillac of the Skies". Once we got there I paid for the flight and let the pilot know about all of our lies. Everyone I spoke with that morning gave me some wierd looks, but I just figured that it was because not a lot of people get to ride the P-51...it is a little pricey. The surprise turned out perfectly! We coaxed dad into getting into the plane to see the inside...not so easy to coax Kim into doing anything...but he finally gave in to peer pressure. Once inside and checking out the gauges, we locked his seatbelt and told him that he was going for a ride. He couldn't believe it. At that moment, he looked like the happiest man on Earth. They took off and I went back to Kensie who was babysitting Daniel. The first thing she said to me was, "Did you know that you have mascara all over your eyes?"...good old Kensie. Yes. I am one of those girls who can't seem to stay in the lines...mascara everywhere if I want a good eyelash job. And Yes. I did forget to wipe it off. I just about died. Smudges were almost all the way up to my eyebrows, and nobody even told me. Not even Rose, my mom, who said that she noticed but didn't want to embarrass me in front of everyone. Uhhhh...too late! I bet they all just thought I was a crazy lady. I truely earned my mom merit badge that day. I ran to the bathroom and took care of it, but by that time it was too late. Everyone had already seen me in my crazy lady state. Oh well. Dad got back down and really had the time of his life. I am so happy to have been there to witness it...even in all my mascara glory! Notice I don't have any pictures up of me...thank goodness.