My new diaper friend!

I was changing a poopie diaper this morning and thought to myself, "wow, this smells somewhat minty and refreshing." Then I realized that Emma ate 4 pieces of gum at church yesterday. (We do what we have to keep her quiet and content during sacrament meeting.) So try using gum to help with those diapers. That is an old wives tell that swallowed gum takes years to digest. :)

We have some good news!

No we aren't having a baby! We (I mean all 5 of us at the same time. What was I thinking?) went to the dentist and we have no cavities. Okay so that really isn't that exciting but i didn't have anything else to blog about. I just want to add that the reason I did all of our appointments at the same time was because I hate going to the dentist office 4 or 5 separate times. It took a little over two hours but at least Steve was there to suffer through the whole experience with me. A family that suffers together, stays together right?

Easter

I want to be a blogger, but I'm really not good at it! Here is a picture of Emma that Lindsay sent me. I actually do have Easter pictures of the rest of my kids but I don't know how to get them on the computer. I'm one of those people who won't learn how to do something because then I would actually HAVE to do it. Steve will tell you that this drives him CRAZY! Anyway, we did the ward egg hunt on Saturday, followed by a big hunt at my parents. On Sunday the kids got their baskets and then we had dinner with Steve's family. All of the cousins found eggs and we did the Easter story. It was fun. I'm thankful for holidays that turn our thoughts to the things that are most important to us. Okay, so stop telling me to update my blog...this post buys me at least another 6 weeks!:)

I've been tagged!

This is all becuase of Lindsay!

How long have you and your significant other been together?
11.5 years

Who eats more?
Steve eats more than me, but our 6 year old eats more than both of us. Example: Tonight for dinner he ate 4 pieces of french toast, eggs, hashbrowns, 4 big strawberries and 2 glasses of milk. I'm not sure how we'll be able to afford feeding this kid when he turns 7!

Who said "I love you" first?
I think Steve did

Who is taller?
Steve, by almost a foot

Who sings better?
I only sing in private. Steve will sing anywhere, so he wins that one.

Who is smarter?
Steve is smarter, but I'm more creative. So we excel in different things.

Who does the laundry?
I wash it and dry it, but NOBODY folds it or puts it away. We live out of laundry baskets. "Where are my socks?" "Go check one of the 7 laundry baskets to find some." True conversation!

Who does the dishes?
I do 6 days a week. Steve does it the other day.

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?
Steve

Who pays the bills?
I do. This actually only started recently. For 10 years Steve paid every bill we got.

Who mows the lawn?
Steve. That's his job and I think he enjoys it.

Who cooks dinner?
I do or some restaurant does. =)

Who drives when you are together?

Steve drives but I nag and complain the whole time about how he does it!

Who is more stubborn?
I am so much more stubborn!

Who is the first to admit when they're wrong?
Because I'm so stubborn it would have to be Steve.

Whose parents do you see the most?
We see my parents once week if not more. We see Steve's parents 2-4 times a month

Who kissed who first?
It was a mutual thing.

Who proposed?
Steve

Who is more sensitive?
Are you kidding? I can cry over just about anything.

Who has more siblings?
Steve has 4 sisters.
I have 2 biological brothers, 2 adopted brothers and 3 adopted sisters. That makes 7all together.

Big Girl Bed

So a week ago Emma got out of her crib during her nap time. At first I thought it was a fluke thing. I went in and sat in the rocker and pretended that I was asleep so I could watch how she did it. After two seconds she was out of that darn crib AGAIN! I really didn't want her to be in a big girl bed. I thought for sure she wouldn't stay in it. Finally, after a week of no naps I gave up and put our trundle bed in her room. She takes her naps just fine so far. (knock on wood) She won't get out of her crib when it is dark, so I left her crib in the room. She sometimes wake up at night but we just let her cry herself back to sleep and I'm afraid if she can get out of her bed she'll stay awake. So she sleeps in her big girl bed for naps and her crib at night. Here is the problem. The trundle bed is up against the wall that the closet is on so we can't use the closet. I moved her rocker over in front of her dresser which means I have to move the rocker anytime I need to get clothes out of it. There is a tiny little walking space in the middle of the crib and bed so she can still get her books from the bookcase. I'll have to post a picture just so you can see the madness that is Emma's room. By the way...Lindsay you were right.

The FAT cyle

In the scriptures we learn about the pride cycle. When I liken the scriptures to myself I realize that I have my own cycle...The Fat/Skinny cycle! So I'm going to share it with you.

This is me when I was 10 or eleven. I told you I was overweight my whole life! p.s. Troy you were really short! Love Ya!
Here I am at the beginning of my junior year in high school. Still fat!
This is when I was engaged to Steve. Skinny AND young!
This is what happened after I had andrew. Fat.
I wish I could get this picture to go the right way. Click on it to make it bigger. This was after I had Andrew and lived in Guam. Skinny and cute hair!
This is when I was pregnant with Jacob. Fat.
Can't figure out how to flip the picture, anyway...you can't really tell, but I'm pretty skinny in this picture. Look at my tiny neck and arms and of course no chest!

Apparently I didn't take any pictures of myself after this. I couldn't find any. I'll just tell you that I gained weight with Emma and then lost it. So now you can see me going through my Fat/Skinny cycle. I am happy to say that right now is a fairly skinny time (i could always stand to lose a few pounds and flab). Enjoy! Sorry, I wasn't brave enough to open myself up to ENDLESS mocking by posting my infamous "Glamour Shot". Lindz you're the only one who gets to see that one!

There's a reason people!!!

Okay, so I haven't blogged in a little while. But, now I have a beef to settle with my dad. There are reasons that I am not fashionable and loathe shopping. The worst part is that I actually feel like I have to defend myself and give these reasons.

1)I was raised by the world's biggest tightwad. My dad NEVER bought anything for himself even if he REALLY needed it. He sacrificed everything for the good of his family. He was all about saving money and we actually went over our family finances every Monday night at FHE. (I wouldn't recommend doing that.) We had money but we weren't spoiled. Before we bought anything we had to ask ourselves if this item we were purchasing was a "need" or a "want". When you stop and think about it most things are just wants. So I have this "I don't really NEED much" mentality. I have a few shirts, some pants and skirts. I am actually proud to say that I only own 5 pairs of shoes. What is wrong with me? I blame it on my dad...he made me a TIGHTWAD!!!

2)I was overweight when I was growing up. I HATE shopping! I never fit into cute clothes and even if I did my parents never would have bought them for me. I am all about comfort over style.

All that being said, the other day when I was at my parents house my dad told me that I needed to dress more appropriately. More appropriately for what? I explained to him the above mention reasons why I don't dress appropriately and he said that he would give me money to go shopping. I'm an adult and I don't need my dad's money, but if all his sacrificing and saving all those years has given him all of this dispensable income...then that's fine, he can dispense of it to me! So I might pop up some time with a new shirt, pants, skirt or pair of shoes. Who knows? One thing that I do know is that I'll hate every minute I spend looking for it, trying it on, and buying it. The only good thing is it's not my money, which satisfies the tightwad in me!

p.s. Don't worry I'll post the token "fat pictures" of me growing up soon!:)