1 down, 4 to go

My best friend, my true love, my one and only, my confident, my lover, left this morning to go to Hinton, AB for Basketball Provincials. He is the assistant coach of the Winston Churchill Bulldog Basketball team, and they are the Zone Champions. He was completely overwhelmed by it all. Something his team was never able to accomplish when he himself played for the Bulldogs 15 years ago. Originally we agreed that he wasn't going to coach this year, but at the beginning of the season I told him that I would be OK with him coaching one more season. He thought I was crazy, but wasn't going to turn down the opportunity. I am SOOOOO glad that he did. But now I sit here, missing him like crazy. It's only been 16 hours since he left. On a normal night during basketball season he would just be walking in the door right now. But I ache for him right now. Is it because I know that he wont be home until late Sunday night? Maybe it is because I am watching American Idol(because there is nothing else and I don't yet feel like going to bed) and Brad Paisley just sang a sappy song called 'Then' and it made me miss him even more than I already did. Whatever it is, I miss him so much I can feel it in my gut. I just want to hold him, smell him, put my cold feet on his increadably warm back. Yeah, I love that man....who will keep my feet warm tonight? I guess that job will be left for the cats...they don't do to shabby of a job, but it's not the same as my man's warm back. He is the best thing in my life, because of him, I have the other best things, our girls. My life would be a complete mess with out him. I continualy wonder how I actually ended up with him. I had a crush on him for a long time, more than a crush. I remember one day in High School, the thought popped into my head that I would marry that boy. I laughed at it, but never forgot it. There were times that I thought it would never happen, like the time he told me that he thought he wanted to marry me, but wasn't ready to date me. I watched him date others, I stood by as the best friend. There was always something different about "US" before we were ever "US". He was always my friend. He was always someone I could go to with everything and anything. Even when he was on his mission, he had a way of writing just the right thing with out knowing. He makes me giddy and silly. He is my everything. Wow, life is so good. I have got to be one of the luckiest girls in the world.

Happy St. Patricks Day!

I've never cared about this particular "Holiday". I have never done anything for it. Never encouraged it. For no real reason except that I just don't think it is a very exciting "holiday". My kids didn't know anything about it until Kathryn was in Kindergarten and they had a "green" day. Well this year it was all the buzz in our house. The girls really loved the pink pancakes I made for Valentines day, so they requested green one for St Patrick's day. So I obliged. And last night for Family Home Evening they wanted to make cookies for the occasion. So we made green chocolate chip cookies. Don't they look tasty? They look like they should be mint flavoured, but they are not.

Green St. Patrick's Day Chocolate Chip Cookies

LOST: reward offered

Have you seen the fabric to match this patterned cat?

cuddly cats

It's missing. I can't find it anywhere. I told a lady that I would make a second cat for her so that she would have matching ones for her twin baby girls because I KNEW that I had more. Almost a full yard more(less the amount I cut out for this cat). I know that I have a lot of fabric in a lot of boxes. And I know that it really isn't that organized, but I do keep like fabrics in the same box (quilting cottons in one, flannel in another, corduroy in yet another and so on). I have looked high and low and I can not find it anywhere. Where could it possibly have gone? Did some fabric thief break into my house needing that exact piece of fabric and took only that...or did they? Maybe there is more missing and I just haven't noticed yet. OK, it seems as though I have also lost my mind. So if any of you out there in bloggerland have seen either of these items, would you kindly send them
back this way?

Who are those abnoxious children and why doesn't that mother keep them under control?

Oh that was me tonight. Kathryn's school hosted the Missoula Children's Theatre tonight. The children have been working on it all week. Tonight they presented the play "The Amazing Adventures of Robinson Crusoe". Daniel has basketball zones tonight, so it was just me and the girls. We went early so that we could sit close to the front so that Tansley would be able to see. There is nothing worse than having a kid complain the entire play because they can't see over the people in front of them...check that, there is something worse. Try two squawking, screaming, crying children. A three year old who keeps telling you NO when you ask her to sit still, or just wait a minute. A nineteen month old who likes to hear the sound of her voice when she screams and thinks it's a game when you cover her mouth. Then you have the younger one throw herself on the floor in a tantrum just because she can. The 3 year old can't sit still and nearly tips the chair over backwards. Nothing works to calm them. I try treats, letting them help to take pictures, etc. It's no use. I contine to get looks from all around. I take them to the side and finally out of the gym. Thankfully the school principle came to my aid and took them out in the hall so that I could watch Kathryn when she came on stage. I spent the rest of the play standing at the back door to the gym while my abnoxious children ran the halls.
Yep that's me, the single mom who doesn't know how to keep her out of control children in control.

She is always singing

Kymberly loves to sing. She often sings to herself while she is playing, especially while she is drawing or colouring. It is usually some "la la la" or "de da do"(this is her favorite) tune that she is just making up as she goes. Today I noticed that she started out singing a familiar tune. Likely she picked it up in nursery, she even had some hand motions to go along with it. She was singing "Popcorn Popping". By the time I started filming her she had reverted to her usually "de da do" but she still had the hand actions going.

Kymberly singing

This is what I wanted to hear.

I have received so many e-mails, so many messages/group invitations on facebook, and all of it just causes feelings of disgust and confusion. I'm talking about the controversy over the "Big Love" show. Apparently the show plans to air what "really" happens inside the Temples of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. The thought of it makes me furious inside, that anyone has that much disregard for things that others hold sacred. Weather it is our religion or any other, things that are sacred to that group should be treated with respect, by those of that belief and those who are not of that belief. It is common courtesy. Our mommy's taught us that when we were all young. But almost equally disturbing were all of the negative emails and such that I have received and seen on facebook, all suggesting that we need to take a stand against HBO, threaten to cancel subscriptions and other such things. Yes, we need to stand for truth at righteousness. But to what extent? What is the right way to go about this? This morning on my google reader, I noticed this headline "Church Statement on "Big Love"", on the lds.org website feed. It was exactly what I was looking for. It answered all of my concerns. Now I know what I need to do. It might be different for you, but you'll get your answer if you read the Church's stand on this.

Clever baby solves her own problem.

Thinking she is sooooo clever

This is what happens when:

1. You have a hungry 19 month old.
2. You store your cereal in a cupboard that the hungry 19 month old can get into.
3. You are busy making supper and are not really paying attention to what that hungry 19 month old is doing, you are   just glad she isn't screaming at you.

Just helping herself to some fruity Cheerios

At least she didn't dump them all over the floor...just nearly finished off the box. Can't really blame her, they are very tasty.