Saturday, September 26, 2009

New Do's

BEFORE:

TOO plain!

TOO Scruffy!

TOO long

AFTER:


FANCY!
The first time Jara has ever let me curl her hair! I had to bribe her with a popsicle.

SPIKY!
Jack's first hair cut!


Much, much shorter!
I couldn't take it any longer

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Early Morning Conversations

This morning Jed and I were in the living room, actually awake before the children and this is what we hear:
Jack: DADADA YAAYAA RRRRR
Jara: Jack BE QUIET! I SLEEPING!
Jack: (Various dolphin noises) AHHHHHRRR
Jara: Jack go to SLEEP!
Jack: jrajrajra (I think he is saying jara)
Jara: Don't talk!
pause
Jara: Use your quiet voice.
Jack: daDAdaDADDDDDD

She's like me in the morning!

*Note: This conversation took place between one closed door and one unusually open door.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Road Construction


Alas, our dirt road will be paved! One of the last roads in Logandale to remain dirt no more! People will now come visit me when it rains. I should be joyous, however the process of getting rid of a dirt road is making me hear noises in my head!
Normally I have a healthy respect for road construction, my husband's livelihood depends on it. But, if I have to hear BEEP BEEP one more time...

Equipment noises and tractor smell does not bother me it brings back fond memories of my grandpa "disking" his field, my dad landscaping, and Jed building things (and landscaping.) However, BEEP BEEP BEEP over and over and over again, especially at 6:30 in the morning is going to make me go out in my pajamas and tell the operator to hand me over the controls I'll show you how it's done! (And no I will not then use heavy equipment for evil hahaha)
They are moving the same pile of dirt repetitively. I think they've re-done my driveway every day for the past month. I see the grade-checker out there lining up his instruments and scratching, never a good sign.

I asked my construction-management-major husband why it is necessary to have the beep noise and he told me "Safety Joshlyn, Safety, it's all about SAFETY." Well if they knew what was really safe for them they would disable it! And seriously, do you need the beeping noise to let you know a million pound, chugging piece of, DIESEL, machinery is coming at you, at the roaring speed of 5 mph! If you can't figure that out you deserve to be hit! Jed responded by telling me a horrible story and telling me to be nice.
When will it be over?
Jack's opinion of road construction...

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

While the Cat's Away...

The mice play and play and play and PLAY all day long. (The cat is working forty hours a week and has 4 nights classes and 3 labs (more classes, except you don't get credits) Needless to say for the next 9 months I'm going to have to exhort all of my creative energy! Then I'm going away, preferably to Hawaii and not the mental institute, but either way it will be a vacation.
We eat cake batter. (We had to do some serious scrubbing to get rid of this, you can't show up to church sporting a beelzebub mustache.)
We build sand castles in the back yard, even though it's 105 outside! Actually, we are playing street urchin and that is why the children are dirty, unkempt and cooking sand-soup in a pot outside.


I teach 14 piano students a week!
We play hide and seek. I am a really good "hider." jk Jara has to hide from Jack because he likes to practice his piranha skills. He's now sporting 6 sharp, deadly chompers.


We play rate my space. Do you like the finished nursery? It only took 10 months!

We try new beauty concoctions. Here is a little tip, Comet is non-bleaching on hair and makes it surprisingly smooth, silky and shiny! Use under close adult-supervision, if you fail to assist your child while he/she is applying be sure to check their breath for the smell of bleach in case you need to call 911. Don't worry I caught Jara before this occurred, I saw her go in the bathroom, knew I had left the Comet in the sink and was one step away when she scooped it all up and quickly dumped it on her head. Nooooooooo! We do not put comet on our hair. (one of those things you never thought you would say)