FHE

In Emma's world FHE is a code for "take me to Sonic"

Two very strange but adorable 9 year olds...

My copper head beauty. Playing in the mud. May 2012.

16 going on grown up...

Today, this little guy started an internship with the film crew at BYU.  Inside, I still think he is 8. (Insert motherly sobs here)

What an amazing kid he is.

Em doesn't appreciate - Mah Na Mah Na - like she should...

Birthday Girl. Age 9.

The Em party. :)

The wall of pictures

and

Elijah likes cake. a lot.

p.s. the Valentine Tree is coming down. Hurrah!

mom and her powers

I was driving to work with Michelle today. She came and got me because my car is sick. Very sick. Like me. It's quite sad. Anyway, as we were driving I remembered something Brax had said to me a while ago that made me laugh out loud right there in the car.  I don't even remember what our conversation was about, but I remembered these few words.  Isn't it funny how memories can do that? 

"Mom. Are you disappointed or angry? Because, really, I'd rather go with angry."

Brax - at age 9 or 10

The Valentine Tree

Our Valentine Tree is back in honor of Em's Valentine Birthday and also because I enjoy the weird looks from my friends that seem to say...

"Hey. It's post New Years, almost February. Why do you crazy people still have your Christmas tree up?"

Fun times at home.

Hey! You're cheating!

She really does have the gift of persuasion. She convinced her brother, his friend and his cousins to play "Hedbanz" with her over Christmas break. Not just once, but multiple times. Just so you know, the one with the hippo kept winning and the dice kept standing on the chair so she could see her reflection in the microwave.  The elephant and the paintbrush duo kept giving each other hints. Our horse was the only clean player. 

Fun times at home as always. 

The Christmas Tree and Santa's note.

The tree is finally up. Actually, it's been up since the first week of December, but I just got around to taking some photos. We've got kind of a star/angel thing going on, mixed with some great homemade ornaments. It looks better at night :)

This morning I found the greatest note under the tree.  I can speak for Santa when I say sometimes that kid is hysterical.

Welcome.

Emma-ism on Fashion.

We went shopping for another pair of pants on Saturday (remember the cut up black pants fiasco). As I followed her into the dressing room she had a pair of pants for $12 and some really weird shirt. Then she said, "Mom, I can do this myself. Please wait." Then she closed the curtain and hooked the lock. Rude.

After a few minutes I asked her if she needed any help. "Nope. I'll tell you when I'm ready."  Fast forward another 5 minutes. "Okay mom. You can come in."  

"I like them"

"I know, I look super cute! Can I have the shirt?"

It was $42 and loaded with glitter. How do you even wash glitter? I'm not paying $42 for a half glitter shirt. I don't care if the hoodie is 'awesome' and you look super cute. You can look super cute in a $10 shirt (and she did, well $24 shirt).

We did get the pants too. If she cuts them up, I'm grounding her for 400 years.