Sunday, September 16, 2012

Reasons to Sing

I look at Lillian's ladybug pillow pet this Sunday morning, and there is poo in several places on it.

Mom: Lillian, is this poo?

Lillian: Yeah! It on my bum, then got on my finger, then I wiped it there!

Mom: Did you do this today?

Lillian: No, I did it Tuesday.

Mom: Did you do it yesterday?

Lillian: Yes.

Mom: Next time you get poo on your finger wash it off in the sink, and please don't wipe it on toys anymore. Or better yet, just tell me you have a poopy diaper so I can change it.

Lillian: Yeah, I can sing, 'I pooed it my diaper, la la la la la.'

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Birthdays

We had some birthdays.  Keith make some cakes...


Abigail had a Merida party and an awesome Merida cake.


And for Lillian...

Keith made Belle, who is her favorite princess.

Both cakes were yummy as well as pretty.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Breakfast Time


After exercising this morning I finally had an appetite. Out comes the grill and pancake mix. As I cook the pancakes I think that they are looking whiter than normal, and they take longer to cook, "it must be the grill," I think.  They tasted not quite cooked, so this too was the grill's fault. As I am cleaning up, I get the mix to put it back into the cupboard, and I see the pancake mix already on the shelf.

I look at what is in my hand...scone mix. Well, that explains a lot.

Huge Dad


Looking at a house for sale in Provo.

Abigail: Let's buy this house. It's not on a corner!

Mom: Yeah, Dad will like that. There are no overhead power lines, and the back yard is huge. Dad will really like that.

Lillian: Yeah, because he's huge!

Whom to Marry?

We visited Don and Justine's ward on Sunday, as we were leaving we waved goodbye to Don.

Outside...

Abigail: I want to marry him.
Mom: Uncle Donald?
Abigail: Yeah
Mom:  He's already married. Who is he married to?
Abigail and Lillian: (sigh) Justine.
Mom: Isaac is not married
Abigail: I'll marry him!
Mom. Well, he's your cousin, so you can't marry him.
Abigail: Why?
Mom. You are too genetically similar.
Abigail: What's that?
Mom: Your mom and Isaac's dad are siblings, so your children will have birth defects, like an arm missing or something.
Abigail: Okay, I'll marry Sam.
Mom: Sam is your cousin too.
Abigail: Well, who can I marry? Oh, I can marry Jeram or Kaleb. (pause) I'll marry them both.