The Arnetts: Spring is coming . . . we hope

Okay, so two weeks ago we had a gorgeous record breaking heat wave. The very next Saturday, it SNOWED! That too was a record for late-season snowfall. Umm, YEAH!! Haven't we officially been done with winter for a month or so now?! I guess this is all a precursor to Spring, and hopefully it will be here to stay very soon.
So far the flowers have survived the temperature fluctuations, thankfully.

Why Blog?

"You will have significant experiences. I hope that you will write them down and keep a record of them, that you will read them from time to time and refresh your memory of these meaningful and significant things. Some of them may be funny. Some may be of significance only to you. Some of them may be sacred and quietly beautiful. Some may build one upon another until they represent a lifetime of special experience."

"To you women of today, who are old or young, may I suggest to you that you write, that you keep journals . . . Writing is a great discipline. It is a tremendous education effort. It will assist you in various ways, and you will bless the lives of many--now and in the years to come, as you put on paper some of your experiences and some of your musings."

~President Gordon B. Hinckley~

Did you just say what I think you said?

Aubrey to me while driving in the car: "Mommy! I just frowed up a little in my mouth and when I swallowed it back down it did NOT taste gooder as the other ones."

Lincoln to Gav: "You are the super-est daddy ever and mommy is the super-est mommy, and Jace is the super-est . . . kid. And dat means that we are a super famawee."

And on a not so super moment after Lincoln recived a swat on his hand, Lincoln says to me: "Mommy, daddy panked me!" I reply, "Why did he spank you, Linc? Did you disobey?" And his rebuttal with a scowl on his face (of course), "No, because he is a wude daddy!"

Aubrey checked out a book about mummies and ancient Egypt from her school library. She has been completely enthralled. If this fascination lasts, maybe she'll be an archealogist when she grows up. At one point while reading, she asked me, "Mommy, why do they call them mummies and not deaddies?" I don't think she knew she was making a pun.

Aubrey asked me what 'CD' meant, so I told her, 'compact disc.' A: Why do they call it a compact disc? Me: Because when mommy was a little girl they had records, which were this big (showing with my hands); then they came out with CDs, which are smaller, so they're called 'compact discs.' A: Oh, mommy, so you lived in the old days.

(What?!? My mom lived in the old days, not me.)

Who wakes up first?

So I'm lying in bed this morning, trying to remember my younger years. As far back as I can remember, my mom was awake before we were. Maybe she never slept. Now that I'm a mom, I'm not nearly as good as she was. Jace wakes up for a bottle (which is when I get up, but I take him back to bed to feed him usually); followed by Lincoln who sees daylight and says it's 'wake-up time' (even though I try to convince him otherwise); then Aubrey moseys on out whenever she has had enough beauty sleep (provided Lincoln hasn't already made too much noise). I wish I could wake up first, but for now, my kids are my alarms.

Monday, April 28, 2008

Spring is coming . . . we hope

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Why Blog?

Our little lovies

The Dreamer

The Shaker

The Baby Mess Maker

This is what happens . . .

Blog Archive

Mirror mirror on the wall . . .

Did you just say what I think you said?

Story Time

By Invitation Only (everyone else is in 'google reader')

Back by Popular Demand . . . (It will take me a while to get them all reloaded)

Sleep away or slave away? When the boys are napping and Aubrey is in school, should Sarah take a quick snooze or do housework?

Who wakes up first?

Who wakes up first in your house?

What should I be looking forward to most on my 4-day hiatus sans kiddos?