Girls

Girls are awesome! I love being the mom of 2 and the aunt of 12, yes 12 of the sweetest things on earth. I have never been a girlie girl. Growing up I loved hard, alternative rock and wore boys clothes. My parents always teased that from the back, you couldn't tell the difference between me and the boys I would date (not that there were very many). My mom always kept a good attitude about it. "At least she is modest." I know she was dieing inside. I now know the value in finding clothes that fit and are in style. (Thank you Stacy and Clinton.) I'm not always a fashion plate but I try.

OK back to the real subject here. I love my sweet nieces. Last week one of my sisters went out of town. So we got to have a few extra girls around the house. Those days and nights were filled with dress up and pretend in girlie worlds full of flowers and sparkle.

One day they were bored so I got out sparkly puff balls, glittery pipe cleaners, shiny glue, and google eyes. I told them, "Go crazy!" They ended up each making a magic wand. They started doing spells on each other and things were getting a little heated. So I told them to come in my room and get in line. I dubbed them Magic Fairies and gave them each special powers and dominion over certain places in Magic Fairy Land. I told them they had to work together to keep their home safe from the goblins. They were all over it. There was team work and niceness all over the place. I went on with my day cleaning. I was in the kitchen and Lilly comes in and says, "Mom we need a snack." I said, "You need some fairy food?" She tells me "yes" and then says that they made up a name for what their food will be. I ask her what it is and she says, "Dinkle Berries!" She didn't understand why that made me laugh. That night we had dinkle berry steaks, dinkle berry roasted potatoes, and cucumbers (because fairies just like cucumbers) for dinner.


With a son that beats me up daily and a husband that is truly a man's man. Guns, sports, crudeness and all. I adore the girls in my life. I love how they want to make everything pretty. I love how they want everyone to feel good. But most of all I love that they don't even know what a dingle berry is.

Nicknames

Oscar, Lilly, Larkin

Brother Man, Lil, Lark
Tubby Big Man, Diddy, Narkin
Boodrow, Pretty, Nark
Handsome, Beauty, Dark Star
Hans, Sweet, Sweet
Dinker, Beautiful, Hun Bun
Dinkery, Sister, Sweet Pea
The Oskinator, Lilly Brown, Beaute
Oscorp, Brownie, Larky Lark
Osc, Girlfriend, Super Cute
Brother, Honey Bun, Larky Larkinson
Oz, Booger Bum, Sweety Wheaty
Tubby Big Buddy, Monkey Bum, Sister
Cutest Boy , Lillymon, Pretty Pannies
Baby, Deeyee, Pretty



We hardly get called the same thing twice around here.

My lastest conversation with Oscar

Me: Noooooooo
Oscar:
Me: Why?
Oscar:
Me: Did you just wipe boogers on me?
Oscar:
Me: Stop it!
Oscar: (runs away)

Larkin

The other day I was preparing to teach my lesson at church. The stress was getting to me as it usually does. All the other little things in my life seem to get magnified and I'm embarrassed to say it but it's pretty easy to make me cry when I'm in the middle of all of that.
I was in the kitchen and Blake noticed that I needed some help. He asked if I wanted him to make me some eggs for breakfast. I said yes through teary eyes. He hugged me and yelled for the kids to all come in the kitchen and "hug your mom so she'll stop crying."
Then he pulled them all to the side and whispered something in their ears. Then they all stood up and put their right fists in the air and said, "We'll give you something to cry about."
Then Lilly came over and gave me a kiss then Larkin followed suit. Then Blake said, "No you're supposed to hit her not kiss her." It did the trick of lightening the mood for me. We all laughed and then went on with our business.
Blake bent over to get the pan out to make my eggs and Larkin grabbed his arm and would not let go. (She can be freakishly strong when she wants to be.) We soon figured out that Larkin thought Blake was getting the frying pan out to hit me with it and she was not going to let that happen.

It's good to know someone has my back.

Is there anything better?

I've come to realize that there's not very many things better in life than listening to your child sing their little heart out while they have head phones on. Lilly got an MP3 player for her birthday this year and Blake filled it with all of her favorites.





A LILLY MEMORY


When Lilly was about 5yrs old we were in my bathroom and I was doing her hair. Then she, out of the blue, says: Mom seven is a bad word.
Mom: No it's not.
Lilly: Yes it is.
Mom: No it's not. It's a number.
Lilly: Yes it is Mom. Seven is a bad word.
Mom: No. One two three four five six seven. See it's a number.
Lilly: Oh, it's six Mom. Six is the bad word.

(She was referring to the word sex.)

things going on

My parents left a few weeks ago. They are serving a mission in Adam-Ondi-Ahman. We're very proud of them and we miss them a lot. We decided that we would send them a picture of our family every Monday for family night. We don't want them to forget what we look like. It's hard not having here but as far a missions go we kind of lucked out. We are aloud to talk to them on the phone and email them as much as we want. We have also been encouraged to visit them. I hope I get to.

Lilly is getting baptized soon. I can't believe how fast she's grown. She is such a good girl and a great big sister. She's so excited and so am I. I'm so proud of what a good student she is. I love the things she likes and wants to be a apart of. Some of my favorite things is when we read together and watch movies together. She's one of the best daughters a mom could have.

We'll see

I really like reading my friends blogs. I'm very half heartedly going to see if I like doing this.