Nanners . . . .

There are so many reasons I love my Nanners and I think after you read the following, you'll be in agreement when I say that she is one of the cutest three year olds ever.

example one:
Being three, Natalie can be, um, lets say curious. She is constantly testing boundaries or experimenting or getting into things or. . . etc. Whenever she gets caught, I hear, "Sorry mom, I won't do it again." in her sweet sing song voice. Awe, that would be just so darn cute if she actually meant it. :)

Example 2:
Natalie was helping herself to some tortilla chips.
Greg: Natalie that's too much.
natalie: I want three much chips!

example 3:
We were having rice with our dinner the other night and Natalie kept asking for a taste. "Mom, I want a taste", she would say while she was pointing to her dinner plate. I was ultimately confused by what she was asking until she jumped up from the table, opened the fridge and pulled out the Worcestershire Sauce. Ooooh, she wants some Soy Sauce. I got the soy sauce out and put some on her rice. Her reply?
"tastee!"

Example FOUR:
Her favorite color is yellow. and has been for years.

ex. 5:
She says things like 'gee thanks mom'
or
how 'bout...
preceding anything that she is trying to change my mind on.... like last night at bedtime it was
"how 'bout (pause for dramatic emphasis) five more books"

example six: (my favorite)
I took Natalie and Kaydee to the Halloween parade at the elementary. During one of the longer dryspells between grades she was getting a little restless so I skimmed through the pictures from the parade for her. I showed her the picture of the principal and said look Natty, a wizard.
"No, It's Jesus."
hmmm. well there you go.

and for my next trick . . . .

Last night, while Greg and I were watching a movie we kept hearing a THUMP thump on the wall. Greg went to investigate. What he found was Kaydee unsuccessfully trying to climb the wall--in her sleep. Oh Kaydee.

The best part was when we told Kaydee this morning about her acrobatic attempts during the night. She laughed and laughed until she was practically rolling on the floor.

daddy daughter shindig . . .

Nicole took Greg on a date.
Not just an ordinary date, mind you, but an extraordinary superb one with her activity days' group of chums. Nicole looked absolutely adorable as a 'fair maiden' and Greg looked stunning as . . . well. . . as himself.

While they were gone, I was lucky enough to play Princess Memory with these beauties and enjoy their silliness over dinner. I'm such a blessed mama!


Nicole couldn't contain her excitement when they came home. They bobbed for apples, had pillowsack races, did something with music and numbers and most especially had a ton of fun. Not only did she surprise us with pumpkin pie and cookies, she shared her stash of goodies and prizes. That's my girl.

some normalcy . . .

Life is getting back to normal.

I think that is a good thing?

I am no longer fighting migraines...just really bad headaches--and the urge to scream. and my kids are trying to get used to the idea that I'm their mom again.

Life is good.

The birthday boy . . .

It was Greg's birthday, two days ago. Do you want to know how I celebrated?

I slept in until 10:40 am . . . . Greg got up early, woke Nicole up and got her ready for school, made breakfast, filled her lunch box, and drove her to school.

I ate a pancake . . . . Greg made the pancakes and oatmeal, did the breakfast dishes and got Kaydee ready for school.

I drew Natalie a couple of pictures . . . . Greg tried to get some work done, but had to take over drawing the pictures so I could lay down.

I took a 3 hour nap . . . . Greg played with Natalie and got her to take a nap, worked until Nicole came home, started her on her homework and picked up Kaydee from school.

I vacuumed the rug . . . . Greg ran to the post office to send off my package.

I ate a delicious dinner . . . . that Greg's mom made. While Greg helped the girls at the table with their plates and food. Then did the dishes.

I laid on the couch . . . . Greg got the kids ready for bed, then went to Costco to get some grocery essentials.

I put my kiddos to bed . . . . Greg went to Walgreens --twice. and waited nearly two hours to pick up yet another prescription for me.

I reacted to the new medicine . . . . Greg held me, trying to make it all better.

Happy Birthday my love.
I'm sorry.

That's not exciting . . .

Kaydee loves surprises.

and if you mix a surprise with her being the only one to know about it, Kaydee squeals with joy. Often times to get her to do things we bribe her with such things as telling her about a surprise that only she can know about, for at least the time being anyway. Today was no different.

Kaydee was in the tub before church and needed her hair washed...but there were very strong emotions against such an event. She was liking the tub too much to wash her hair and get ready for church. Greg, bless his heart, was trying to finish with his lesson preparations and get the girls ready all the while I am lazily lying in bed still. Since Kaydee was being less than agreeable and they were in a hurry, he decided to pull out the big guns... he had a secret surprise that was in the backyard that he had bought last night. She washed her hair right away.

When Kaydee got out of the tub she was allowed to go see the surprise. She ran to the back door and returned to Greg a few moments later with a dusgusted look on her face.



"That's just a BBQ dad, that's not really an exciting surprise."

pause

"But if it was a trampoline it would be..."

Greg and I thought it was a supberb surprise. -sigh-

an update: after lots of drugs and an MRI on my brain I've now decided that my migraine has now been downgraded to a major headache with nausea, sound sensitivety and loopeyness...which is much better than a migraine. I guess.

migraines suck . . . .

is the number of days I've had this migraine.










is the number of times they had to poke me at the urgent care to get an IV in me. I'm a hard stick. that was 5 days ago









is the number of times that I cried today.













Is the number of days left to prepare my sacrament meeting talk.
No, I'm not kidding.








I need this pain gone.