Monochromaticitis?

Is there such a thing as monochromaticitis? So, maybe I made up the word. Perhaps, but as it would happen, five people were found in New York who only wear one color. This lovely lady named Elizabeth Sweetheart wears only green. Image that. I don't think I could choose just one, if given the opportunity.











Just for you who may be considering it, Paige has declared that it is Pink Day today. What? You've never heard of the day? You ought to be ashamed! And you call yourself an American. The festivities include dressing all in pink, eating only off of pink dinnerware and, of course, sunbathing in the bathtub fully dressed in pink. Well . . . . what are you waiting for? Now's the time to give monochromaticitis a try!

Girl or Boy?

We find out on March 5th if we will be having a girl or a boy. I can't wait. The kids rooms are just sitting, waiting, neglected, as if I have run out of ideas . . . .I haven't. My crafty eye has been wandering for a few months now. Here are a few of my faves. (I regret to inform you that I will not be sharing the sources of these finds to protect possible gift recipients who are also with child! ~ so don't ask!)

CUTE bedding for a girl . . .
or maybe a BOY!
I can't wait to get a hold of this diaper bag!















The SWEETEST booties I've ever seen!
(and I mean sweet as in "oh, so sweet" . . . not as in "sweet, dude!" Just in case you care.)

Snow

So when you are an Arizonian, you panic a little when it's time to head for the snow. We didn't even have coats. I didn't know how the kids would react to the snow, but they loved it! We had such a great time at Brevin and Amy's house. There is nothing like experiencing a sealing, especially involving a little one. Kylee is soooo cute! Brevin and Amy were troopers to put up with us.


The first day in the snow.






This is what happens on a cold Saturday night in Eagle Mountain when video games have lost their savor.
Kylee on her blessing day
Paige, Macey, Max and Tyler
Amy, Kylee, Cortland and Brevin

Optimus Prime

I was just too proud of Ty's art today. Check out those details! (If you read this, Summer, don't show Max, because Tyler drew it for him.)

CHEERS and JEERS

CHEERS for Spray 'N' Wash. So far it has come through for me, and I've been using it for at least 8 years. Granted, I don't work in a car repair shop or at a fast food chain but kids do take their toll on things. Here's to Spray 'N' Wash.




JEERS to Spray 'N' Washing a whole batch of laundry because my husband's son left a miniature candybar in the pocket of his church shirt and it melted in the dryer, leaving dalmation-like chocolate spots on all of our dress clothes. (I can't claim him as mine in this situation because a piece of candy definitely wouldn't have been left in my pocket on a fast sunday. . . the wrapper maybe. NO, he's definitely Shane's kid this time.) I guess we'll see if the CHEERS for Spray 'N' Wash hold up under these circumstances. Who'd have thought a miniature candybar could do so much damage!



An Update: The clothes have been re-washed and I'm happy to say that the CHEERS still stand. I'll stick with Spray'N'Wash. The spots are gone!

FBR Open

We had such a great day at the FBR open today. What a perfect day to be out! The weather couldn't have been better. Amy, one of Shane's fellow doctors, generously volunteered to watch Paige for the day. We worried that bringing her along, she would get bored and start crying, or screaming or whining. . . all of which are not acceptable at a golf tournament. (Yet, often deemed acceptable at home. . . go figure!) That is, unless you are on the 16th hole at the FBR open. Talk about drunken madness! A tired Paige would have fit right in. We got to the 16th just in time to squeeze between the tower and the stand with perfect view of the green. There was literally no room to turn around. Cameras were not allowed, dang-it! I would have had a great shot at Sabbatini and several others that came through while we were there. Baseball fans would enjoy watching golf if they hung around at that hole. I've never heard so much booing in my life.
There were other highlights to mention. We tried to bribe Tyler with $7 if he would hollar out to Phil on the 11th hole. We thought he might do it, but at the last minute he chickened. It's probably better that way. Phil hit the water on the shot and didn't have the happiest face on when he walked past Ty. We enjoyed the walking, the hotdogs, the hamburgers and plenty of sunshine. And, by the way, if I would have had my camera, I'm sure my crappy kit lens could have caught a shot as sweet as this. . . .

or maybe I'm just dreaming! I have to admit, I would have loved to get my hands on one of those passing professional zoom lenses that were as long as my leg.