Sick

Our baby is sick, I know I often bemoan the size, energy and wildchild nature of my youngest, turns out all it takes is a little germ to turn him in to a kitten who
wants cuddles and loves and an occasional Slurpee.

Good things:
I get my cuddles and loves, fix.
He says funny things:
Mom: Adam do you want a drink?
Adam: Yes, dhen I gonna frow up.
Mom: Adam do you like Dora or Diego the best?
Adam: Fpiderman.
Mom: Adam, what made you sick?
Adam: A monster.
Mom: Adam, what would make you feel better?
Adam: Chocolate...and the doctor.

Bad things:
I get baby hungry, it's so fun to hold a baby.
$151.00 for a 5 minute doctor visit which was a waste of time because as suspected it's a virus.

Little Minds

I'm always lecturing teaching important little lessons to my boys so it's inevitable only fair that they will, from time to time, enlighten me with choice bits of knowledge from their amazing little minds. Here are a few cute ones.

Isaac: Mom, I think the boiled eggs are done because almost all the water has disintegrated. (My first grader going on bio-chemistry doctorate, minus a definition or two. But seriously, what first grader knows the principles of evaporation and disintegration well enough to confuse the two, let alone the words?)

Joseph: Mom, there's such a thing as boy mermaids...they're called sharks.(The Disney version of a misunderstood but delightful teenage mermaid/girl with cute little fishy companions and a smitten prince isn't often watched at our house, go figure. So, based on the traditional view of mermaids as man luring temptresses, a shark seems a fitting description of their male counterpart. Let's hope Joseph is thinking of Bruce and his buddies from Disney's Nemo.)

Joseph:(holding a gun left at our house by his little cousin Kenneth) Mom, whatever toys Kenneth leaves at our house are mine.

Mom: What if you leave your toys at Kenneth's house? (lame attempt at teaching empathy 1)

Joseph: If I leave my toys at Kenneth's house, they are Kenneth's. But I never leave my toys at Kenneth's house.

Mom: What if you forget a toy there on accident? (lame attempt at empathy 2)

Joseph: I won't but if Kenneth leaves his toys here wah, wah, wah. (sung in a decrescendo death knoll)


Adams' biggest three year old fear (birds is a recent one)is sirens. Whenever he hears a siren no matter how faintly he runs for the house screaming, "The cops are gonna get me!" it makes us all laugh, with just a 'titch' of concern for his future, too think of the cops hauling Adam to toddler jail. So I asked him, "Adam what would the cops do if they got you?"

Adam: They'd throw me in dail. (bottom lip quivers)

Mom: Who's Dale?

Adam: The cops' dail (he doesn't get my witty attempt at levity)

Mom: What happens in jail?

Adam: They flush the toilet and put me in it.

Mom: Umm, wouldn't that be a violation of your Miranda rights?


Benjamin and I were trying to figure out Ancient Egyptian fractions, Ben thought it was crap, he just couldn't believe that Ancient Egyptians had fractions (fractions in general are not so much a math concept as a torture concept to Ben).

Benjamin: Ancient Egyptians did not know fractions, This is so stupid.

Mom: How do you think they built pyramids?

Benjamin: They didn't build the pyramids, we don't know who built the pyramids, maybe aliens.

Mom: (muttered) Stupid Discovery channel. Come on hon, lets just get it done, OK, this says, Ancient Egyptians used only fractions...

Benjamin: THEYDIDN'THAVEFRACTIONS! (as a sneeze)


The wisdom of little minds. It changes your views of the world as it tickles the funny bone.

Hee,Hee, Hee, They Said Pooh!

I guess living with eight men of various heights may have dulled my refined female instincts some because I find boy humor really funny. I no longer sit primly with my lips pursed when I here naughty little words like fart or pooh, no I laugh heartily, slap my thigh, snort a little milk out my nose and shout,"pooh, you said pooh!". I know it's not really girlie to fall on the floor with my hands around my throat like I'm being gassed to death, groaning, "that was bad, I owe you for that one dude" when someone farts. Guess the old adage 'if you can't lick em, join em,' applies, "I said lick em" ha ha ha.

I bring up this indelicate side of my nature because my little ones have come up with some pretty funny 'pooh jokes' lately.

Adam comes in the house a couple day ago, takes my hand and says in an outraged voice, "Mom, look at your tree," he walks me out the front door, points at the Aspen tree covered with buds and says, "Pooh, birds got pooh all over your tree."Today we got our lawn aerated, two men pushed these big machines all over the grass turning up circular, tube like sod chunks. Joseph and Adam watched for a while then came in the house to tell on them. "Mom," Joseph says, "Those guys are putting pooh all over our grass!"
"Joseph, that's not pooh its chunks of dirt and grass," I explain laughing.
"So it's OK to walk on it if we have shoes on?" He asks dubiously, obviously not convinced that it's not icky nasty turds.
Meanwhile I'm about on the floor laughing thinking of a swarm? herd? oh yeah, pack of dogs madly umm...defecating (that's a big word for poohing) all over our yard, Hee, hee I said poohing.

Ahh, Easter!

The main reason for this post is to move the one about Jacob down where he won't see it and delete it.

We had a fun Easter weekend, Saturday we went up to West Valley for the traditional family easter egg hunt with Grandma Beck. Saturday night we set out new Sunday clothes and treats for everyone, Richard filled and hid easter eggs for the three littlest, he's usually content to let me set easter out, the help was fun.

Sunday Joshua spoke in church and I sang in the choir and did Sharing time. After church we all came home to set out dinner. Family and friends came and went all night and we feasted on ham, rolls and salads turns out all the men were disappointed in my simplifying things by not making potatoes. Apparently salads and rolls are 'women' food even if ham is involved, who knew?

Here are a few pictures.

All Grown Up

Jacob must never, never know I posted this. He swore he'd delete my whole, 'Evil Blog!' as he calls it. So Shhh! Be vewry, vewry quiet, we'er hunting sevenTEEN yeawr olwds.

Jacob turned seven-gasp-teen on March 1st. He is an incredible oldest son, rebellious enough to keep life interesting; but, not so much that were pulling our hair out. He tried out for and made Chamber Choir for next year, and is planning to try out for the Ballroom Dance Team. For his Birthday his friend Lyssa gave him a 'Cool' (not cute) hoodie and a birthday kiss.


This weekend he is in St. George Going to the Preference dance with Kylee Taylor a childhood sweetheart. This is a picture of him dressed up to go the dance, complete with a hot new hair cut, thanks Aunt Jenny and Josh.
Today when I went into the High school to sign him out all the secretaries in the office told me what a great guy he is, we couldn't agree more, but mums the word, what would the world do without my, 'Evil Blog'.

Happy Early Easter

This is it, the Easter moon through my Aspen tree.



Do you realize how early Easter is this year? As you may know, Easter is always the 1st Sunday after the 1st full moon after the Spring
Equinox (which is March 20).

This dating of Easter is based on the lunar calendar that Hebrew people used to identify Passover, which is why it moves around on our Roman calendar.

Found out a couple of things you might be interested in! Based on the
above, Easter can actually be one day earlier (March 22) than it is this
year but that is pretty rare.

Here's the interesting info. This year is the earliest Easter any of us
will ever see the rest of our lives! And only the most elderly of our
population have ever before seen it this early (95 years old or above!).
And none of us have ever, or will ever, see it a day earlier! Here are
the facts:

1) The next time Easter will be this early (March 23) will be the year
2228 (220 years from now). The last time it was this early was 1913
(so if you're 95 or older, you are the only ones that were around for
that!).

2) The next time it will be a day earlier, March 22, will be in the
year 2285 (277 years from now). The last time it was on March 22 was 1818. So, no one alive today has or will ever see it any earlier than this year!

Interesting....huh!

This is the second email I have received regarding Easter this year so I thought I would post it. It seems so weird to have Easter less than a week past St. Patrick's Day. Hope everyone has fun hunting for eggs and eating Reese's Bunnies. I know I will!

Things that go Tweet in the Yard

Lets face it, three year olds are scaredy cats. All my boys have gone through it, they turn three and become more aware of the world it's wonders and also it's dangers and suddenly everything has to be categorized as friend or foe. With Benjamin it was sounds, we spent a night at a cabin when he was three. We were sleeping in a warm upstairs room and had opened the window, there was a babbling brook outside that I found rather pleasant, to Benjamin it was a screaming stream bent on his destruction. Every 20 minutes all night long he would grab me in panic and ask,"Whats that sound!" For Isaac it was the smoke alarm in the hall, it scared him so bad that he wouldn't even walk down the hall alone for a few weeks. They've all had their little three year old fears some amusing some understandable but Adam takes the cake.

Yesterday he went out to play in the sandbox a minute later he came running into the house, slammed the door, and threw himself into my arms screaming, "they're gonna get me!"

"Adam, what's going to get you" I asked, while trying to pry his arms off their strangle hold around my neck. This boy weighs four lbs. more then his five year old brother his favorite pass time is extreme wrestling with his dad, if his feet keep growing at their current rate in a couple of years well be able to tromp him barefoot through the Oregon woods and incite a Sasquatch fad. This kid is the king of tough I couldn't imagine what terrifying thing was in the yard to scare him.

"The bird's Mom, they're gonna get me!" The strangle hold tightens.

"What bird's?" I ask, Joseph, who has followed him in and is observing the whole thing with his usual stoic reaction, answers for him.

"Mom, it was just a bird, it hopped down on the fence."

"Was it a big black bird" I ask? Crows scare me a little, I could understand a crow.

"No just a little bird." Joseph says with a shrug, loses interest and goes back outside.

"Mom why is it getting me?" Adam asked.

"I think it was just hopping down to see what you were doing, I bet if you waved hello to it it would fly away." I gave him my best comforting mom hug and sent him back out.

A minute later he was back, freaking out about birds everywhere, and they were going eat him, no amount of logic could convince him that birds are our friends. He spent the rest of the day standing by windows, checking for birds too afraid to go outside. I spent the rest of the day laughing at him, feeling a little sad that this is my last scaredy cat three year old, and dreading the four year old 'nothing can hurt me' phase.