Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Kid Talk

Littl Man: "Uncle Paul, why is there no hair on the top of your head?"
"Is it ever going to come back?"

My sister took all the kiddos to see a movie about two martyred  leaders of our church-Joseph and Hyrum Smith. (Learn more about them here.) Having died many years ago (1844)  the practices were different and they were covered with grass and leaves. Little Man asked, "Why are they all covered in lettuce and salad?"

Big Changes...or NOT

Many moons ago, Mr. KIR's company asked if he and/or another employee (we'll call him...Rod) and their families would be willing to move to China. Rod and his family said, "NO! Not an option.NO, NO, NO!"

We on the other hand said. "YESIREEEEEE! We'll leave tomorrow and send you a post card!" So we looked up information, talked to schools and mentally prepared for a HUGE change. But then the company looked at the costs and changed their minds. Oh Well.

So one month ago they asked again--knowing the costs and such--and told us to prepare a trip for the family in December to get the kids on board, show them their school, look for apartments, get drivers lined up, etc. So this time we REALLY made plans. And I started cleaning house like a possessed women, sold and got rid of STUFF, and started to slowly tell our families and friends.

So yesterday when they told MR. KIR  that it costs too much and we will not be going, I think, "COME ON PEOPLE! Seriously?!?!

At least my house is clean...right!

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Kid Talk

I ran out of deodorant the other day so I borrowed Mr. KIR's. When Little Man got home from school I grabbed him and gave him a big hug. He pulled away, scrunched up his face and said, "Why do you smell like Dad's armpits?"

Tuesday, November 1, 2011


Last night was the ever adventurous trick or treating.

Since having kids, this ritual (as well as Easter egg hunts, and carnival events) has always been an interesting phenomenon for me. See, when I was a kid we grabbed the biggest pillow case we could find, went out and  ran from house to house...RAN! We did not pay attention to when it ended...if your light was on, we were knocking. We only stopped when forced. Then we would head home with full bags to lay all the loot out, count, trade, and scarf at least half down right then and there. I remember one year my dad begging us not to go--something about being cold, him old, and tired. He promised he would buy us our favorite bags of candy the next day. Fool that I was, I totally refused knowing I could get more by going door to door. HA!

So my kids astound me. I anticipate and dream of all the candy they will get for me and am more excited to get them ready and to the designated neighborhood way more than they are.

Since we live in the middle of nowhere, we don't have a neighborhood of our own to trick or treat in, so we always borrow one for the night. This takes weeks of planning as I strategically scope out the "hoods" with the best candy giving rumors and then scour them for potential BFF's to walk with for the night. Last night was no exception.      Just kidding.      We usually just randomly choose a different place each year, and I go for broke. But this year,  Sweetums helped out tremendously! She and an adorable friend decided to be THING 1 and THING 2. And since we all know you can't trick or treat with half a costume, we tagged along in THING 2's neighborhood. To make it even better, it just so happened that THING 2's house was two houses away on the left to one of Little Man's BFF's  and two houses to the right of one of Pony Girl's. We met up with all the friends and their parents and I thought Fantastic! this will be the year they go and go and go--what with everyone having a buddy-no ones going to want to stop. We will have a blast! 

The night went just as I planned...except that only after 6 or so houses Little Man got tired and laid down spread eagle in some random persons yard-little safety light flashing, moans of death raging, and screams of severe leg pain screeching at full throttle. We quickly averted this tragedy by me carrying him. Phew... Nope, Pony Girl let me know about 30 minutes in that she was  cold, done, and wanted to go home to do homework...HOMEWORK? Seriously?

Sweetums lasted the longest 45 minutes. but that is not nearly long enough.  I was no where near done, their bags were not even half full. Come on people! I did what any good mother would do: I forced them to finish the ONE block we had started and then I pulled out the big guns and mentioned the house that gives away FULL SIZED CANDY BARS. Not a taker...NADA! Mr. KIR wasn't even a little bit on my side. He rolled his eyes at me, pulled out the car keys and grabbed Little Man's hand. The girls followed as they walked to the car. Wha?!?!?! I stood there trying to figure out how I could continue on my own...

When I finally came to my big girl senses and remembered that I HOLD THE CREDIT CARD and could buy left over/ half off Halloween candy tomorrow at all the local haunts, I gave in.

But when we got home, the phenomenon continued. Do you know what my kiddos did? As soon as we walked in the door, they dropped their bags on the counter and went to bed. BED...DID YOU HEAR ME? They did not even discuss the loot. They did not eat even one single piece. They did not count, look through, worry or show any concern for the contents of their bags. No worry about what I might eat, steal or scarf down.

Hey-wait a minute- maybe their weird aversion to all things candy and free isn't such a bad thing after all....

Saturday, October 22, 2011


People - BIG changes are in store for the KIR family. Oh my! I cannot even wrap my head around it all.

Am I gonna share it with you? Maybe...

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Little Man and his dog

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Family Portrait

Little Man drew a family picture during church on Sunday. It's really hard to differenciate who is who...especially ME. So if you have any questions, just let me know and I'll help you out.

Monday, September 12, 2011


Little Man recently had a birthday.  He was happily opening up presents when he picked up a soft present. He opened up one end and stated, "Oh, I know what this is...clothes." He peeked inside, noticed he was correct, and began to wrap them back up.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Sights like this make my momma heart melt:

Remember when these were all the craze?
For like 2 seconds? And we went in search of specific packages and sizes far and wide? Me too.
So when I found a large and messy pile under someones bed and suggested to that someone that maybe they could be thrown out since we have not worn, worried about, traded, played with, or cleaned them up in who knows how long, I was surprised by the immediate and 20 second lasting reaction I got from that someone.

Okay, maybe not that surprised...


This little Bugger goes outside without shoes on all the time.
ERGO he also gets stung by Bees and spears large splinters ALL THE TIME. It drives Mr. KIR crazy and we are constantly reminding him to "Put Shoes On Please." So today when he decided to go pick me this Beautiful flower:

I was so happy to see he threw caution to the wind, put on Sweetums fancy flip flops, and went a pickin'.


Look at this CUTE hair style I did for Pony Girl:

Look at the reaction I got for my efforts before she ripped the "do" out:

Saturday, August 13, 2011


Our family vacation went off without a hitch. AND I only had an "I'm camping and you are all pushing your limits with me" moment once. AND I was totally justified as they lured me into the car with thoughts of a day of Sylvan Lake enjoyment only to park, get out, and announce an 8 mile up-hill hike first!!!! UHUM---YES! that would be asking too much!

In fact, I was so well behaved, as we were packing and getting ready to head home my brother and sister-in-law mentioned how great it had been and stated, "You would do this again right?!?"

My reply, "SUUUUURE as long a very nice RV (Ruiner of Vacations as Mr. KIR calls them--complete with shower and potty) is being pulled behind our Expedition - which of course would be hauling bikes, canoe, and four wheelers of course!) And sure, I'll do it again:)

Wednesday, July 27, 2011


Swimming is going fine. HA! Both kids LOVE it and can't wait to go every morning..er afternoon! Are you all saying phew in your wee little heads? Ahh, I knew she would like them!

Now on to bigger news: People I am going camping? DID YOU HEAR ME? Camping?!! What in the name of all things holy convinced me that this would be a good idea? The thought of seeing the younger brother and family of his that I love so much--that's what! I am telling you Peedge--it had better be fun or our friendship is ruined--ruined I tell ya!

Friday, July 15, 2011


Recently Sweetums was informed that next week she and Little Man would be starting swimming lessons.

The freaking out began immediatley. I knew my shy little one would not be happy with the prospect of unfamiliarness. She never is. But I have learned that warning her and dealing with pre fallout is MUCH better than dealing with the AT the unfamiliar event fallout!

I also know the first initial reaction moment is not her best discussion/listening moment either. So I ignored it.

The moment passed...until bed time arrived.

After she had a few calming minutes, she must have reviewed the day in her head and remembered my ignoration of her freak out. She showed up in my room with game face on! She sat in the comfy chair and informed me she was NOT going to swimming lessons~EVER!

I told her it was late and we would discuss it in the morning.

She quickly stated, "Whatever, but I am not leaving this chair until you tell me I do not have to go to swimming lessons."

Birds chirped and crickets sang while I contently browsed my Samsung Tab.

After about five minutes she quipped, "Well, aren't you going to say it?"

I gigglingly said, "Um...No"

She humphed off to bed with all sorts of whispered shananaganisms under her breathe. I'd say a proud victory for semi insane parenting was accomplished!

My Thoughtful Kids

Today I had minor out~patient surgery. When I got home, I fell asleep for several hours and then awoke to a very quiet house. I found only Pony Girl. Upon inquiry, she informed me that everyone had gone shopping, but she stayed home in case I needed anything.

Later on, Little Man wanted to do some Sparklers. I told him I just wasn't up for heading outside. So when Mr. KIR was rounding things up to take to the great outdoors, LM suggested they just do the Sparklers in the kitchen so I could participate too.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

kid talk

Little Man: "Mom, I just counted to infinity nine!"
Me: "Wow, honey that's great."
Little Man: "I know, it took me fer days."

Monday, July 11, 2011

Tennis: Old Lady Style

Do you see this sweet, innocent face?
UH HUH! THIS is the young man with whom I thought I was going to play tennis with.

is the young man that showed up:)

ERGO, this is how I ended up:

With these beauties as my trophies for a match well played:

Did he not know I am an old women and he needed to be careful as my bones are brittle and I surely could have broken a hip! Sheesh! Rematch anytime sweet, innocent one--aNyTiMe!

(photos of AWESOME tennis player compliments of: lsophotography)

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Fatherly Advice

Little Man: "Dad, my pants keep falling down?"
Mr. KIR: "Let's get you a belt."
Little Man: "No, I hate belts."
Mr. KIR: "Well, then stick out your butt."

Friday, May 20, 2011

No backtalking you high schooler boy - you!

Recently Mr. KIR needed a part for our old clunker. He called the local joint and of course they did not have it because we live in a small town. However, they would order it for him. Great! They told him it would be in the next day.

I went in at noon. The young high school-er could not find the part and asked when we had ordered it. I being the non-ordering party did not have a clue, and since I left my phone in the car, asked if  I might borrow the one on the counter DIRECTLY in front of the young worker dude. He sneeringly looked at me and said, "What?"

I repeated my request. He moved his hand two inches and pushed the phone my way and rolling his eyes at me said, "Uhhh ya, I guess, it's totally inconvenient."

I ignored said comment and called Mr. KIR. After info was exchanged, Worker Boy told me it would be in at 3:30.  I left.

I came back at 3:30. No part. Worker Boy told me it would not be in until 4:00.

I came back at 4:15. No part.

Seems, Mr. Worker Boy forgot to order it.

"Hmmmmmm, "  I thought to myself .

I smiled and kindly asked, "Is your manager available?"

When the OWNER came to the front..Worker Boy did not join him. I informed the owner of my coming THREE times and the part not being ordered situation. He apologized profusely.

I said, "Hey, no problem, these things happen. That is not why I asked to speak to you. See, this situation,(make swirling motions with your hands and use your kind head voice please) a bit inconvenient for me." He acknowledged that this was an inconvenience and again was sorry.

I then informed him of Worker Boys RUDE "inconvenient" comment and stated how if I had had another option of place to get the part, I would probably not have returned. I thought it may be a good idea to teach Worker Boy that maybe pushing the phone two inches was NOT so much of an inconvenience as he may have previously thought. The owner was truly sorry and told me he would take care of it.

Ahhh. Sometimes living in a small town is a pain. Sometimes being old and not caring what anyone thinks of you---not so much!

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Perplexing--simply perplexing.

Cleanliness is a Virtue

Recently we had guests. Naturally, I cleaned the bathroom they were to use. It was the kids bathroom. One I never use. SO never close the door and such. 
I'm going to pretend THEY did this to the door, and that MY kiddos hands are always clean and could NEVER have left this mess for all company to see!

Monday, May 9, 2011

Two of my offspring gave me a manicure for Mother's Day.
Pony Girl's finished master piece:
  And Little Man's: 

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Sunday Best

Sunday I got up and dressed myself (I looked fabboooo I might add), helped the kiddos get ready and drove to church. We got there early so I meandered around introducing myself and welcomed two or three not recognized by moi, families. I talked with a few regulars (smiling all the while) and then enjoyed a wonderful sacrament meeting. After, I meandered the halls to primary, smiling and looking great, and helped get primary set up. I then went off to a guest speaker class for the adults. I participated fully. I made a point after class to make my way up to the visiting teacher, to ohh and ahh over her class presentation. It was Fantastic. I then sought out her husband and thanked him for taking the time to travel here, and share her with us. I gathered the kiddos, talked and conversed in the hallway on the way out the door and drove home. A wonderful day. I talked with many a folk and spent some time with my husband--which never happens at church since we have three kids and callings in opposite directions. When I got home, I got lunch for the kiddos, took a nap and got up feeling refreshed and realized...MY SHIRT WAS ON BACKWARDS!

Friday, April 22, 2011

Kid Talk

Positive Little Man has a career in songwriting in the future because he was singing this little ditty yesterday, and I'm pretty sure he wrote it himself:

"Gonna save my family, 'cause I love 'em so much, love 'em so much. Gonna stay with them forever, 'cause I love 'em so much, love 'em so much. They're the best family ever in the whole wide world. Love 'em so much, love 'em so much"

Chorus: "Never stay gone. Never stay gone. Live with 'em forever 'cause I love 'em so much, love 'em so much."

Repeat...a bazillion times.

Kid Talk

Little Man: "Mom, are you ready for the day?"

Mom: "Getting there."

Little Man: "Have you gotten dressed? Made your Bed? Poked your eyebrows?"


Little Miss Sweetums had a music concert at school. She did wonderful. Her grade did this really fun number where the kids put on white gloves, turned off the overhead lights, turned on black lights and did the handjive. AWESOME!
Interestingly enough, this sweet little boy behind her
had a strange fascination with her hair. He played with it the entire concert. He lifted it high above her head, pulled it straight out sideways, and swayed it back and forth. (I failed to get a good picture of it--grrrr) He is one of several mainstreamed autistic kids in her grade, and she adores him. When he grabbed the first handful of her beautiful locks, I thought for sure she would panic. She is a shy little one and doesn't like to be singled out in any type of spotlight. However, the girls eyes simply got a silly little look. She then smiled a knowing smile at me and kept on singing like nothing was going on back there. So proud of her!

I know this little boy was able to do so well during the concert because he had something to distract him from the noise, lights, heat, and massive amounts of people. She lovingly sacrificed her comfort for his. As a mom, my heart swelled and wanted to burst with giggles--oh wait I DID do that, I meant wanted to shed a few tears of proud compassion, as she behaved as a Christ-like little one. I hope his mom knows how much this little boy has taught my little one, myself, and many, many other folks involved in the school system.

Counter Caught

Little Man, THIS is only ONE reason why I have continually told you NOT to climb on the counters.

Next time, I'm leaving you there!

Some Stuff

I have planted and cared for extensive gardens for the past 15 years! My success rate is Zilch-o! But, let Pony Girl bring home a soy bean in a cup that's been kid handled for a few days and then bumpily brought home and sloshed on the counter, spilling some of the dirt and exposing the roots with the off handed instructions as she runs off to, "Hey Mom, water this and stuff please."  Do so...kind of...and end up with this:

In other news: Mr. KIR bought a new toy:
It comes with all the bells and whistles (man I sound like a redneck--well if you live with the monkeys long enough...)  He and all the kids LOVE it! They have taken many a ride around the yard. Wonder how long that will last once the kiddos figure out it is not a toy so much as a work experience waiting to happen.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

This summer marked the 30th anniversary of my families experience in an airplane accident and the subsequent death of my mother. At the time I entered a post but could not publish it. My heart was too tender. However. time has past, and I finally was able to hit the ol' "publish post" key. If you want to read it here, feel free.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Thoughts From A Crazy Women

First: Mr. KIR has fled the country-AGAIN. Third time this year. It's March. He has 50,000 miles racked up with frequent flier program this year alone. (BTW figured out why they are called frequent flier miles--Because the flight attendants see the same people exiting the plane yet again and say That FREAK WENT on another trip so DAMN soon?!?) (I have not figure out why they changed the spelling to freq... Maybe to protect the FREAKS from knowing what the attendants are talking about?)

Second: I am blessed to have a loving Heavenly Father and MANY friends and family members close to help when things go wrong. NOTICE: I said when and not if.

Third: I don't like him traveling so much, but it is what it is and I am okay with this. (Why? refer to #2 please)

Fourth: My friend, whom we shall call Dathy, has a husband who is gone for MONTHS at a time and I was amazed by her before Mr. KIR started traveling, but since he has..she is my HERO.

Fifth: I hate 13 year old SUV's that happen to park in my garage.

Friday, March 18, 2011

The last few days my kids have said some pretty darn funny things. I have giggled and mental noted to myself to blog them.

But I am either extremely tired, extremely old, or both because for the life of me I can't even remember the subjects of the funny statements.

Monday, March 7, 2011


Mr. KIR comes from a long line of pilers. He walks in the door, piles whatever is in his manly hands wherever it lands and goes on his way. GRRRRRR.

The first part of our marriage I tried relentlessly to break him of this annoying, junk dumping habit. I failed. He was happy. I was not happy.

So I did what any good wife would do. I threw stuff away. I simply let the piles sit--waited quietly--if not impatiently--then chucked away. I was happy. He was oblivious.

Many months passed.
He caught on. He was not happy.
So when I started seeing this near the phone:

I was not happy. I bought this: 
He filled it up right away. I was happy. He was happy.
But soon after I found this:
He was happy. I was not. We discussed the matter.
We agreed, his handy, dandy caddy near the phone was all about his piles and by all means honey, PILE away; And as long as I find no more piles anywhere near my vicinity all will be well. I was happy. He was well informed.
I soon started to see the above pile again. Hmmmm. Maybe I had not make myself clear.
I cleared the confusion up by buying this:

He was happy. I was happy.
But recently I have found this:
I am not happy.

Saturday, March 5, 2011


Little Man is at the age where he asks, "Mom, how do you spell......"
In my head I aLWaYs think, "Relief? R-O-L-A-I-D-S."

Then I always giggle--out loud of course.

Sunday, February 27, 2011


Little Miss Sweetums has begged for bangs for awhile now. Since I am a good mom, as soon as the "can I have bangs?" question was out of her mouth I'd promptly tell her "NO WAY! Bangs are a pain in the butt and I hate them."

She, being the good daughter would smirkily state, "Well, it is MY hair and I want them, I will just cut them myself."

Since Pony Girl had cut her own hair twice when she was three and four and Sweetums hair when she was three, the likely hood of that happening was very real! I fought within myself about which was worse--discovering she cut them herself and dealing with THOSE kind of bangs for months or cutting them myself and realizing the annoyances were MY fault.

I was not sure. But with Mr. KIR out of the country and me out of my mind, I finally relented.

When we finished, she was ecstatic. She climbed into bed with, "I am so beautiful, I am the loveliest girl in all the world..." thoughts filling her head.

Me, I just breathed in deep and told myself, "They will grow out, they will grow out, over and over again."

The next morning, I was jarred awake (6:00am) by screams of distraughtness as little miss was whaling and weeping and pulling at her bangs with all her might.

She had looked in the mirror and realized bangs are awful and wanted them CUT OFF NOW!

Ummm, Seriously?
So, I did what any good mother would do, I got out the electric clippers and ...

Friday, February 25, 2011


I came across Sweetums 3rd grade journal and thought I'd share some of her randomness.

I absolutely love the pom poms she carries around now, how she will still be wearing pony tails with big bows when she is 27, and how she will need a cane when she is a mere 57 years old.
This next one is just so HER!
(Just for the record-there is NOT junk in her dad's car--Mr. KIR is crazy about NO TRASH of any kind in his car.)

This one made me ROLL my eyes on so many levels! (Remember why here). I do however wonder, "Who are Marta and Hector?"
 And the final one:
One day she will ThAnK mE for not letting her "smell like rotten stuff" I promise!

Monday, February 14, 2011

Scripture Lessons

My kiddos love the animated scripture stories. We have several Veggie Tales, Nest Bible Stories, and Living Scripture videos. They are so good at teaching and reinforcing the lessons we teach. Prime examples 1 and 2.

1. Last night as we were having family scripture study (and by family scripture study I mean one adult reading the scriptures while the other adult reminds with stern-ish looks to one of the offspring who is sneakily reading another book on the side, gently reminding another offspring in a nice but not so nice whisper to stop jumping and singing, while the other "lucky" offspring gets away with playing with the hyper and barking dog because the non reading parent only has a certain amount discipline she can dish out whilst listening (ha) herself.) we were reading about Daniel and the Lion's Den. After we finished Little Man said, "Mom, did you know that while Daniel was in with the lions he ate Pizza?"
      Thank you Veggie Tales...I did NOT know that.

2. About three years ago a Primary Leader was teaching about David and Goliath. She explained that Goliath was taunting the Israelite armies and daring any to fight him. She then asked the children, "Do any of you know what David did during this time?" Pony Girl raised her hand and stated, "Yes, he sang a song."
       Thank you Living Scriptures as indeed he DID sing a little ditty!

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Kid Talk

Little Man: "Mom, Pippi pooped and can I have a donut?"

Monday, January 31, 2011

Home is a HAPPY place

Pony Girl  is working towards her "Faith in God" award from our church. To receive the award she participates in a variety of activities in several areas: learning and living the gospel, serving others, developing talents, etc. over a 4 year time frame. One of the goals she decided to work on was to read: The Family: A Proclamation to the World, and write a list of ways she could make our home and family a happier place. She was to then share the list with her parents. Tonight she happily handed Mr. KIR and I the list. She was all smiles and "aren't I a good daughterish." We of course smiled and "good jobbed" her. As I turned to head back to what I was doing she innocently said, "Here Mom, you can take this downstairs and recycle it, I won't be using it anymore."

Good to see it sinking in Dear...GOOD to see!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Kid Talk

After dinner: Approximately 7:00pm

Mr. KIR:  "Sweetums, come in here and load the dishwasher please."
Sweetums: "NO!"
Mr. KIR:  "Sweetums, come in here and load the dishwasher."
Sweetums: "I SAID, NO!"
Mr. KIR:  "Sweetums, get your butt in here and load the dishwasher."

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Kid Talk

Recently, I enlisted my offspring in the ever popular rotating cycle of dishwasher loading. They were all overjoyed.

After a particularly normal amount of loading done by Little Miss Sweetums, she informed me, "Loading the dishwasher is the stupidest chore ever and I hate it."

I mentioned ever so sweetly, "Yes it indeed is a yuck-ola job, one that I have been doing without child labor for the last 15 years."

She pondered on this with a serious scowl on her gorgeous face before yelling in NO UNCERTAIN terms, "FINE--we will do it for the next 15 years, but then YOU are going back to doing it BY YoUrSeLf!"

Monday, January 17, 2011

Garage Bliss

The weather here in this lovely state is Freezing Cold right now. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? Freezing Cold! We recently had winds at 50 miles an hour. Strong enough to crease our garage door right through the middle. Yes in deedy do--smooshed it like an aluminum can under the moving tire of the expedition beast I drive. Have you ever heard of such a thing? Not I said this fly!!
Of course it happened on the coldest day of the century with snow pelting us at every whim. Of course it happened while Mr. KIR had fled the country. Of course it would not open therefore causing me and the gremlins I'm raising to have to use the front door causing the strong winds to catch said door, ripping it from it's hinges at every opening. Of course when I called to have it fixed it would be over a month before a high wind door could be purchased, ordered, delivered and installed. Of course during said such wait it rained and snowed so much there were a few days the doors of previously mentioned vehicle were frozen shut and ice surrounded the exterior of the thing.
Of course insurance paid for it and it is now installed and BEAUTIFUL!

Oh how I love my new garage door. Oh how thankful I am for garages and the yumminess that is entering and exiting a vehicle from the warmth and protection of said garage.

Of course... Mr. KIR is gone and has not had the pleasure of seeing it yet.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Kid Talk

Our fridge usually consists of yogurt, cheese, milk, fresh fruit and veggies and candy bars. Rarely will there be containers with left overs, marinates or what ever else other people keep in fridges that don't look bare. I simply hate to cook. Hate-not Can't- big difference. I did not realize how long it had been since I have really cooked for my family until recently. This week I made taco pizza, jello -two flavors-, cheeseburger pie, pudding, mashed potatoes and gravy, chow main noodles and sweet and sour chicken. YUMMOLA! The fridge has no spare room whatsoever.

So this morning when Sweetums opened the fridge I had to stifle a giggle when she seriously stated, "WOO- this fridge is packed. Do we have to clean it out or do we just get a new one?"

Monday, January 10, 2011


Dear Mr KIR,
Remember when you said you wanted to live in the mountainous area and I panicked a bit because I LOATH cold weather? Well, seeing as how we just met up with my brother, his wife and their adorable little baby boy this weekend in Chicago, and it being 5 BELOW zero, with us  walking everywhere because we were staying on Michigan Avenue --which is shopping villa (or as I like to call it: HEAVEN)-- and I loved it and all...Well Sweetheart: Have I got a solution for you!

Please sell your soul to whomever necessary so you can start making the BIG bucks because baby, the solution seems to be: ME + UNLIMITED SHOPPING = OBLIVION TO TEMPERATURE SURROUNDINGS, CREATING PURE BLISS!