In an effort to be more thankful I thought I would give thanks for a few things:

chocolate

my hubby

my kiddos

my health

my savior

Professor Umbridge in the making:

I am a fan of making the consequence match the crime. This was me killing two birds with one stone. My son needed to practice his cursive and pay for his crime.

While he was serving his time, my oldest kept looking at the back of his hand. I finally had to ask what he was looking for. Finally he said, "Mom, you are just like Professor Umbridge."

I gave him my best shocked expression.

I was thinking I was wicked-awesome but my son was thinking I was wicked-evil.
Maawhhhhha hha ha ha ha.

The Race:

The Dirty Dash was delightful in every way. We enjoyed our muddy 10K adventure to the fullest.

Before:

This is just moments before the race started, we clicked a few pictures to document our banditas costumes. Yes, we were wearing hero eye masks (because our identities are our most valuable possessions). Yes, we also wore capes because we thought they were look cool as we went racing by with our capes waving in the wind. (Did I mention you are supposed to wear costumes? well, yeah, everyone did. My son asked me afterwards why there were so many freaks there. Funny thing is I was one of them.)

Middle:

We paused in the middle of our epic course to prove our zest for adventure through photographs.

We don't look very dirty here because we had just gotten done with the sludging portion of the race. We sludged through the banks of Deer Creek.


End:
I can't even begin to tell you how much fun this was. It was like Woodstock for Runners. There was a huge turn out. Fun music to keep you running, tons of obstacles, lots of mud and water and lots of running.

 The Rinse:
After we stood in lines like cars to be power washed.My hubby made a video of the power wash. I uploaded it cause I thought it was so funny, but then decided to spare you those soggy moments.

Doesn't it look fun? Anyone want to do it next year with us?

It Rained. . .

11 years ago today it rained and it rained hard. The only reason I know that is it was the day we all became an eternal family. We have many pictures with us holding umbrellas. But, after the temple ceremony the clouds decided to part and the sun started to shine.

The last 11 years have been the same as on our wedding day. We have some rain, and we might have to use umbrellas every once in a while. But in the end it always starts to shine.

Bliss, at least in this family, is enjoying those times even when it is raining, learning to love the dark gray clouds. Sometimes it even means playing in the rain.

Happy Anniversary to us.

The Routine

 There is part of me screaming Hallelujah. Pat yourself on the back Shara, cuz you survived the summer. I wanted the summer to pass quickly. And it did.

But I sure do love these kiddos. I'm going to miss the lazy days of summer where anything goes. The bless-ed schedule begins this week. Homework, lunches, soccer, piano, dance etc. Regular bedtimes begin again. The routine. Ah the routine.

This morning Wiley was very concerned about Rosa. Did she have her lunch? Was her name written in her backpack? He told me that he would find her during recess and check up on her. I whispered, "I Love You, have a good day" as they jumped out of the car.  Wiley walked a few yards then turned around and blew me a kiss. I blew a kiss back and cried the rest of the way home.

Ah the routine. The routine.

Glimpses of summer

Summer is flying by. I'm trying hard to enjoy all the fun moments but might I add that there are only 7 weeks left. Yippy yahoo, hurray! I love my little family.

Things selfish moments I am looking forward to:

I want my house back.

I want my nap time back.

A house that will stay clean for longer.

Running errands with fewer kids.

Taking a shower w/o a knock at the door.

A set schedule.

Things that I will miss.

Older kids that help with the babies.

Homemade ice cream.

Wonderful weather.

Grilling almost every day.

A flexible schedule.

 

Saying Goodbye


My cute parents entered the MTC today. We are all so excited for them. They spend a week there doing mission training and then fly to Bolivia next week. I'm so jealous. Doesn't it just sound like such an adventure? (Although a hard working adventure to be sure.) My mom is going to be fluent in Spanish or determined to try and be. Jealousy is just seeping out of me. How cool to do the mission thing with your spouse?!  

It will be sad not to have my parents around for family events and holidays but the three years will pass so quickly (I hope). We are also happy for an excuse to visit South America.

I'm really looking forward to the blessings that come with missionary work!

Birthday Girl turns 1!

 One is a big deal. Right. It also helps if you are sharing the party with two other family members too right? So the party should be fun. . . .

 Uncle Aaron shared his birthday party with Hazel.

So did Aunt Becca.

Hazel, you are so adorable. You are so gentle and easy going. I guess you have to be if you are the youngest of four. You love your older siblings and like to follow them around the house. You are also one smart girl. You taught yourself how to go up and down the stairs. I didn't even have to do the stair lesson with you. One day you just started climbing the stairs. And just recently you decided that you should learn to go down the stairs, so you did that too. I think you were tired of being left behind at the top of the stairs. All you want to do is be with your siblings. So cute.

Your brother and sisters love you to bits. Thanks for joining our family. Happy Birthday little one.

Fountain of Youth

My younger sister and I were shopping recently and a sale associate was assisting us. At one point in the conversation the woman asked me, "Are you her mother?"

Yeah, I'm pretty sure I was sucking in air. My eyes got huge. I may or may not have made a fist with my hand and caulked my arm. I looked back at the sales associate and said with my sweetest voice that I could muster through my teeth, "She is my younger sister."   The horrible woman was trying to age me 26 years.

At this moment I should have just tried to laugh it off, or at least the nervy woman should have laughed it off and apologized. I don't know where this woman learned manners but in her attempt to try and clear her name she then said, "Oh,  . . . its not that you look really old (referring to me), well it is just cause she looks so old, (referring to my sister) You know how mothers and daughters can look so much alike."


Dang woman.


Needless to say I've been seeking the fountain of youth as of late. 

di·a·bol·i·cal
adjective /ˌdīəˈbälikəl/ 

My seemingly sweet Kindergartner was found with these items in her back pack. What evil plan does she have in the works? What is that whoopee cushion doing in there? Screwdriver, magnifying glass, rubber band, notebook,  . . . she has something up her sleeve.

di·a·bol·i·cal   adjective /ˌdīəˈbälikəl/ 


Web definition: devilish: showing the cunning or ingenuity or wickedness typical of a devil; "devilish schemes"; "the cold calculation and diabolic art of some statesmen"; "the diabolical expression on his face"; "a mephistophelian glint in his eye"