Wednesday, October 29, 2008


I'm losing my feet. You heard FEET.

I bought new shoes in March. I love those shoes. Didn't wear them all summer.

They are now too big.

Stupid weight loss.

Does anyone have a Twinkie?

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

A fly on the wall

So this week Mr. KIR took the week off work. If you know Mr. KIR, you know this is very unusual. He is a workaholic. I on the other hand, am quite good at wasting time and if I must say, seem to enjoy it. It has become quite a talent of mine to have a list of things to accomplish and get only one or two done a day. I have embraced my slackerish with almost relative ease. In fact I do not remember it happening. It crept upon me slowly like my old and baggy skin and the wrinkles on my face. I will admit, that most of our marriage I have worked tirelessly to bring Mr. KIR to my lazy side of living. But, alas, he has prevailed and still does not know how to relax. So when he took this week off, I was shocked. SHOCKED--until... he told me why. His company is making him...or he loses his vacation days. Ahhhh, the irony. (But have no fear...he has a list--a long list, of things to get done during this, his vacation week)

Monday morning dawned and it was business as usual. I got up, got the kids ready for school and went about my day. However at 9:00am. I realized...I have all the thing done it usually takes me all day to do...hmmm, how is this possible, me...lazy girl? Hmmm, I began noticing my surroundings. Where was my little man shadow? He was nowhere to be found. I meandered through the house enjoying my work and the peace and quiet. I found Little Man whining loudly to Mr. KIR about his pants and not washing his hands. Mr. KIR was patiently explaining that we always wear pants and the current ones he had been wearing were fine, that we always wash hands after potty--this was a hard and stead fast rule. "OHHH," I snuck away. I realized a profound realization. I am not lazy, slow or slackerish. The stuff around the house and on my list of "to do's" does not get done because of the little critters we so fervently insisted on creating. They suck the time, energy and patients right out of me. Such an epistle. I vowed right then and there to take full advantage of this week. I go to work. I finished my weeks worth of "to do's" and sat back to plan some strategies.

Tuesday morning.
Alarm goes off, Mr. KIR immediately gets up, and gets ready for the day. I leisurely mention to the two kids who arrive in our room to "go get dressed." I roll back over and wait for Mr. KIR. I then inform him of my complete and utter fatigue and must--absolutely MUST-- stay in bed for a few more hours. He con cures(what else would he do, the non relaxing type would never suspect that a person would actually enjoy or want to do such a time wasting activity) My plan was unfolding nicely. Mr. KIR began the pre-school activities. I rolled over and sighed deep within my restful bosom.

A few minutes pass. I hear very unusual sounds. I become a fly on the wall--or in the cozy-suppose-to-be-restful bed...whatever. I notice there is no clink, clink of breakfast eating. No, "Will someone help me tie my shoes?" No, zipping of back packs or rustle of snack packing. Just Little Man screaming and Pony Girl playing with a dog. Hmmm, I listen. My slumber slowly drifting out of reach. My plan melting. I listen. Screaming and nothing else. I wait.

I look at the clock. 12 minutes to departure time. I get up. UGH!!! I head down the stairs and discover three children who know what to do--have been doing all of their lives, causing complete and utter havoc on a poor unsuspecting dad. Little Man stopped crying the instant I entered the room and began eating breakfast--ahh...good boy:)
I take over.
I immediately say, "Sweetums. (who had been doing her morning routine right, just very, very slowly--good job girl) go get your shoes on and brush your teeth, then come back here for shoe tying and hair brushing."
"Pony Girl, this is breakfast, eat it! Get your shoes on and sit still while I brush your hair."
I do hair, pack back packs and snacks, get jackets, tie shoes, and over-see teeth brushing. I finish lunches and head them out the door, with 3 minutes to spare. I am all-mighty. I am MOM.

I then had another epiphany. I am not lazy, my kids are not life sucking embryos. I am mom, and they are my keep. THIS IS my "to do" list. The important one.

Tomorrow. I will get up when the alarm goes off.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

That Time of Year Again

Mr. KIR is the best husband ever. I have known this all of our marriage. Last night he proved this to me again!

I was gone for a few hours, came home to find the kids bathed, in bed, the dishes done, and this as an added bonus: Why is this an added bonus? Because for some strange reason, I really hate this part of the whole fall festivities. I do not know why--just do. I always try to convince the kids to just paint the little mess makers--they always refuse.

Mr. KIR even remembered to take pictures for his blog addicted wife--Such a Great Guy! Maybe I can convince him having mommy gone during this activity is a wonderful new family tradition!

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Sleep Habits to Learn From

Now, don't be envious....I know it will be hard, but try, try, try. You see, Mr. KIR and I love to sleep in. When we were blissfully without young'ens, we slept in on weekends. Then, our Pony girl showed up. She was a "non-sleeper" from day one. She gets up early and naps have never been her thing. We tried to change her. Really we did! We put mood music in her room, darkened her windows and let her have a pacifier. Nope, she is an early riser. (I must blame the genes in my family for this as my brother is also an annoying early bird!) Sweetums came along and we thought maybe we had a sleeper. Nah, sleeping-in to her means 7:15am (and yes this means Pony Girl gets up BEFORE this--way before this to be exact). Little Man? Nope, he is as bad as Pony Girl--maybe worse. He insists on poking Mr. KIR and I with little fingers and cars and such upon his early entrance into our cozy bed. Some days I think people with teenagers who won't get out of bed have it made! Our night time routine is a calm and peaceful fight. We do all the right things... bathe at 7:00pm, followed by brushing of teeth, stories, scriptures and kneeling family prayer. Each child is then escorted to bed, helped (if still needed) in saying personal prayers and tucked in and kissed good night. So it can't be that. What could it be then? Can You guess why they get up so early, because we have no idea.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Mother of the Year

Mother of the year time again--only this time, I really DESERVE the award!!

Little Man is fascinated with little critters, I blame Sweetums for this bad, bad habit as she too is fascinated with them and encourages the catching of them daily. This summer the two of them caught so many critters I designated a "critter jar" and this was the only one allowed to have something living inside it. Why would I do this you ask? Because they were catching tons of said critters and therefore I had tons of critters in tons of containers. All were dieing in those said containers. I was finding said dead critters all over the house and then having to dispose of them. Then I was dealing with tears from the passing of said loved ones.

The "Critter Jar" has made many appearances at school, but is mostly carried around by Little Man all day long. Being the good mother I am and worrying ever so much about the critters families, I insist the critter be let go before previously mentioned death occurs. I have actually heard bug moms calling in their critter kids for supper --"YES, I HAVE!" Now, yesterday I being the mother of the year, went outside first thing in the morning to find a "pet" for the day. I, in my illustrious pajamas, flip flops and fantastical bed head trudged out to the garden in the hopes of finding a caterpillar. No luck. A grasshopper was the next request. Now, pause here and think about such a request at my age--looking like I did. Funny enough you say? Well, it gets better I promise! I hopped around the yard chasing after a many illusive hopper friends. I looked up at one point as I heard laughter and noticed my neighbors with their dogs giggling my way. At this point I also noticed Mr.KIR, Sweetums, and Pony Girl gawking through the window. Grrr. I kept a hopping as the critters kept hopping. After several minutes of missed hoppers, I finally grabbed a slow moving critter who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I plopped him in the jar and slammed the lid on. There you go kiddo...a "critter friend" for a day.

All fine and dandy you ask--NOPE! We began the long walk inside and I felt a little something on my uhm...buttox...I thought, "What the.." I stopped, felt back there---yes in broad daylight with a neighbor watching. I apparently have no shame. I felt nothing but muscles and hard core flesh. "YES, I DID." So I kept walking and felt it again, This time I quivered. I grabbed my butt again and holy crap, a grasshopper was in my pants. I literally pulled my pants down before I even thought about where I was. Mr. KIR was LAUGHING and finally came to help. I was grabbing and squirming with my pants half down before I finally caught the critter and he had POOPED on my butt. Yes, you heard me...POOPED. MR. KIR was laughing as he let me know this fact, grabbed the hopper and freed him. GROSS! GROSS! GROSS!

I am telling you now--don't even try to take the MOTY award from me--I deserve it! "YES, I DO"

Sunday, October 5, 2008


Yesterday was the beginning of conference weekend. (General Conference is held every six months for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints--to which we are members. It is when all the Prophets and Apostles talk and teach the members world wide. It is held for 4, two hour session on Saturday and Sunday. I always come away feeling fantastically loved by my Heavenly Father and ready to tackle life with great gusto. It gives me greater energy as a mother and wife and women. It is empowering for me.) The kids and I played outside all morning. At lunch time we came inside and watched the first session of conference on TV. After, we took a nice nap and headed outside. Came in, watched the second session and headed back outside. We came in only when it was too dark to see and the bugs got hungry. The kids were FILTHY and I was over flowing with happiness.

Sunday morning came. Mr. KIR and I were snuggling in bed with Sweetums and Little Man while Pony Girl was still snoozing. It was the start of a gorgeous day and I felt wonderfully blessed. Awhile into this bliss, Mr. KIR's fire dept. pager blares: "First Response, First Response needed at ......suicide attempt. First Response, suicide attempt at...."

I sat bolt up in bed --stunned.

I felt a heavy heart descend and realized how fragile happiness is. Today while I was so full of joy and gladness, someone felt alone, helpless and in deep, deep need. I wanted to run there and help, cry and give them the happiness I was feeling. I wanted to shout--"You have value. Heavenly Father loves you! This earth needs you and what you, and only you can offer. Please, please feel this."

So today I stand on my soap box and say to my family, friends, and blog lurkers...You are loved by someone somewhere. You each have value and are needed. Elder Bednar and Elder Worthlin (Apostles) talked of trials. From their talks I came away with this: We ALL will face hardships. they will be different and challenging, but we have been given power from on high to overcome and combat them. All the tears of sadness and misery we have felt and endured on this earth will be replaced with joy and happiness ten fold in the next life if we endure well and do not give up! We are children of a loving Father who cares and watches over us. He knows our sadness and needs, He wants us to feel the joys that come from righteousness. Please, please feel this!

Now, I step off my soap box and say, "I love you all."

Friday, October 3, 2008

Like Father Like Son

Two things:
1) My mother in law tells of little Mr. KIR wasting toilet paper as a child like it grew on trees (and no, not after someone had toilet papered the house.)
2) Mr. KIR is a germaphobe of the worst kind. (I may interject here that previous to child rearing, I was also right up there with him--however, since child rearing, and mommy fatigue of the worst kind, I have changed! And he is oblivious to most of the germy info. of child rearing, since I don't dare tell him what goes on afraid he may never walk in our house again.)

So, it is with GREAT pleasure that I announce that I have an honest to goodness "Like Father Like Son" household!
Little Man showed hints of father like son-ness early on, but it was not officially confirmed until today when I heard ...

"Mommy, I need gloves, I am going to hold my worm now."
(sorry about the sour face. He was mad I made him stand still for this PRICELESS picture!)