Just another post.

ggg, rrr,vvvv, ah bay say.

I listen to these sounds beening sung so sweetly, wait rewind, being belted at the top of Sabrina lungs as we drive to work/school/daycare. She sort of has the tune to ABC in her belting so I think that is what she is attempting to sing.

Olivia and Sabrina gave the kittens a soap bath last night. Ugh! I figure if they survived these first 2 1/2 weeks, they'll hopefully make it. I know the girls just want to show love, but the book/movie Of Mice or Men keeps popping up in my head.

Johnathan's Aunt died that helped raise him yesterday. We are driving to Saint George late Thursday night and won't be back until Saturday morning. It's sad, but she was about 90 years old, so it wasn't much of a surprise.

I am not going crazy!

I recently have moved. During this move I misplaced my plates, silverware, and odd and ends of dishes. I didn't remember packing them, although they weren't at the old house. I really was beginning to think I was losing it. We searched high and low, Rosie and Johnathan helped out at times, until last Saturday.

I went to the old house to clean the yard, and much to my surprise came across several bags of garbage that were behind the house. I started to but them into the empty garbage can, when I heard some clanks. I looked into the bag and found several dishes.

Being a kid growing up I had a Mr. Nobody living in our family. It's a lot easier having a Mr. Nobody when you have a lot of siblings. Mr. Nobody hid veggies, track mud, shoved things under the bed, left lights on, and in one instant got into some mice poison. However Mr. Nobody doesn't fly over very well when the family unit at home full time is, a mom, an eleven year old and twin two year olds.

I know that I didn't place the dishes in the garbage bag and haul them out to the backyard and hide them for me to find one surprisingly chilly Saturday. I highly doubt the odds are that the twins packed them out to the backyard, considering the bag weighed more then them. Through process of elimination we would have to assume that the eleven year old has had her hand to this mystery of events.

At last no, it was Mr. Nobody! I swear I am positive. However, whether or not who did it, I have decided to allow Mr. Nobody to contribute to my household and pay my eleven year old's cell phone bill for a while. After all he is a member of the family!

Weekend Ketchup

This weekend was too busy for me! I had fun though.

Friday night Johnathan and I joined his brother and his wife for dinner and a movie. We saw Four Christmases.......it was dumb. I laughed at the areas shown in the previews, and at the end, but I wouldn't recommend it.

I completely finished my Christmas shopping, Yeah me! I know you are all jealous!

Saturday I attended a workshop through People Helping People. I will receive an award Thursday night for accomplishments I have made.

Then I got my car emissioned and inspected!

Then I went grocery shopping.

I stayed up late, getting a head start on wrapping presents for the family. Wrapping not Rapping. Uncle David couldn't understand why the twins would enjoy RAPPING now so much, but in their older years, they wouldn't care so much for it.

Sunday, we went to church, sort of. We made it to Sacrament meeting. Sabrina was so ornery that she had to do a time out. She also burped so loud the people around us starting laughing! We took them to nursery and went to Sunday School. Then Sabrina had a stinky diaper. When we stop to get a drink from the water fountain, I noticed her cheeks were flushed! I felt her head and she she had a little fever. No wonder she was ornery. We went home early and all took naps. Nancy, that's why I never called you back!

Sunday night, we felt refreshed and joined our Layton Family for the annual Christmas party. It was fun to chat amongst my family and see how much the little kids have all grown!

Meet Andrew

Andrew, my baby Bubba!


I joke and say Andrew was the most planned out of my children, but really he wasn't.

I like the fact all my children showed up in my life as surprises.

Andrew was my baby for six long years. He is a difficult child, unless you understand him. It's hard for me, because he wants to come back and live with me, but his Dad says he can't until he's been good for a whole year. He's eight, nine in March.

I can always count on him climbing into bed with me to watch morning cartoons. I hope he never gets too old for that. He watches over his sisters like a hawk.

He probably is the most like I was growing up.

Andrew has ODD (oppositional defiant disorder). It has been hard, but to see him go from a baby into toddler, preschool, kindergarten and now into a young man, I want to cry.

I am so proud of him. I love all my kids dearly, but he is the squeakiest. (Parents should understand that term.)

Okay, enough mushy.....Story time........

My most vivid story was when the twins were born. Andrew was in Kindergarten then. Since I was having the twins with a planned c-section 5 weeks early, Andrew and I went to a huge hospital to have some tests done.

He was really worried about the babies and me. He watched through his fingers covering his eyes, as they stuck this big needle in my belly to check the fluid. "That's not hurting the you mommy?" "Don't poke the babies," he cautioned the technician. He watched as the alien like pictures moved in the crowed dorm. "Those are them?" "Do they have skin?"

We moved on to another room, where they hooked me up to a monitor and watched contractions and magnified the heart beat. I should him when the lines spiked, the babies were active. He watched patiently for about 45 mins, letting me know when the girls were active. (Thanks Andrew, I needed you to tell that!)

He loved to wheel me with the nurses help around the hospital to the car. He climbed in the car, smiles on his face. I went to climb in the car, and my water broke!

He was so excited! The babies were here! I guess God finally put all the pieces together! (see previous post on Andrew's sayings) I never had seen such a huge grin on such a little guy's face! He was such a proud brother, and still is!

I how I Feel Right Now.........

Emotions...............not Physically

I have a new car, with a CD player, and put in an old Christmas CD in it. My Dad made it for me years ago. I love Christmas music. I love Christmas Lights. I love the Christmas Season. I could do without Christmas Day.

I love giving, I love the atmosphere, but the actual day....

I am thinking next year, when my life is more together.....HA! Like this'll ever happen, I want to do the 12 days of Christmas. That way Christmas day we can focus just on family and the Christ part.

As soon as the twins are old enough, I want to go and volunteer our time doing a service project as a whole family.

I want to spend more time with my family. Life can change so quickly, and I don't ever want my kids to say Grandpa Who?

I really need to get a web cam and Skypee, so I can stay in touch with my sisters more, and our kids can know each other.

Growing up I loved knowing everyone. I knew my mom's cousins, their kids, etc. I loved that. I loved having cousins around, and truly knowing them.

When did life became so complicated? I remember not to long ago, life was fun.

I'm not saying there aren't any fun moments, but I could do without the traffic, text messages, emails, inpersonalizations. I miss getting hand written letters in the mail. I've saved pretty much all of them! Nancy's, David's, Abra's, Josie's even Erica's books she send. I have notes from Grandmas, Aunts, and anyone who thought so kind to write.

This year, I pulled the last five years worth of Christmas cards out. I have the last one from Grandma Conrad. I cry a little every year I've pulled it out.

Life still goes on. I have work to do today. I house to put away tomorrow.........

Sabrina....Medical Update.....

Just a quick note to let everyone know,

Sabrina is having surgery on her sinuses on the 26th of December. This isn't the huge one she may have to go through, but the doctor hopes that she'll be part of the 50% that this more minor surgery, will cure.

I will post more, sometime, life is hectic.......I feel a need to blog more, comment more, but I can't feel it right now.........

Back to reality.....

Okay, I survived the accident, still sore and bruised, but life is returning to somewhat normality?

I need to set up a desk at home, or get a wireless adapter. I also need to find my USB adapter for my memory card on my phone, I got a few pictures to add to the blog, but not yet.

I have a concussion, that they hope will go away by Friday, I am hoping too. I see a chiropractor and massage therapist three times a week. I have returned to work now, as much as I can. I am ditsy a little, but who really would notice that change, right?

I have a new car, we bought at an auction. If this one gets wrecked, I'll make a profit!

Rosie won first in literature on a essay she wrote for a contest at school. She got a trophy and a couple tickets to a show at the planetarium. The essay was under the topic WOW!. She wrote an essay about her Great Grandma Layton, a Woman of Worth. Get it?

We are going to frame her essay and give it to Grandma for Christmas. Shhhhhhh......don't tell her!

The twins are so into the terrible twos/threes.....ugh! They just have to touch and get into EVERYTHING! They are fascinated by makeup and powders. I think I'll outlaw makeup in my house, I don't wear it.......

This age is such a hard age, because although they have the ability to open, climb, move, maneuver, reach, balance, squeeze, etc., they don't have the cognitive ability to see after maths.
Or maybe they do and they don't care! It's very exasperating!