Kooky, at it again!

We now call Olivia Kooky because she's seriously crazy sometimes. Anyway . . .

A couple of weeks ago, I was in my room putting on my make-up and Olivia was out playing in the family room. I heard her sneeze a couple of times, cough and keep sniffing her nose. So, I asked her if she was okay and I heard her running down the hall.

"I got a shoe in my nose."

I started by trying to get her to blow her nose and nothing. Next, I looked and I couldn't see a shoe (polly pocket shoe) so I figured she must have sneezed it out. So we came out to the family room to look and she knew it was a purple shoe. She had enough details to the story that I believed her, though I keep asking her if it's out or still in and it was a different answer every time. We have a gazillion little shoes that go to the pollies and princess dolls so I'm not really sure what I was looking for to verify.

I couldn't decide if I just assume it's out and move on or if we put on our shoes and rush to the E.R. With a flash light, pulling her cheeck over and her lip down I could barely, barely see a bit of purple. Seriously?! There's a shoe and it's clear up there. I tried to play it cool, like it's no big deal because I didn't want to make her cry, but I was picturing a shoe stuck in her sinus canal behind her eyebrow for the rest of her life.

I got tweezers, Q-tips, and whatever I thought might help. I kept giving it a try and then letting her sit up, which inevitably she'd sniff in every time. I was still trying to make it no big deal. After awhile (about 25 minutes) I decided ONE more try and then we were heading to the hospital though I wasn't quite sure what they were going to do (but we're going to hit our deductible this year with the baby so it was worth a try). And luckily, the last try, WE GOT IT! A cute little purple shoe with snot.

I'm still not over it, mostly because she was so patient and un-Olivia like while I kept digging and poking things up her nose. And now we know we only put fingers up our noses (a little compromise I'm willing to make as long as it's not a shoe).

Happy Valentine's Day!

So maybe for the first time in a LONG while I felt like a success as a mother on a holiday. I feel like I always fall short on my really great, cooked up plans to make family traditions and make it special. I'm not sure if I passed as a great wife this year, but I passed as a Mother.

Addison and I made our own Valentine's for her class and her some neighborhood friends. It turned out that we had different artistic views, but in the end compromised and they were really cute and fun for us to do together.

Roses from Ansen . . .

We made sugar cookies for us and friends . . .

Ansen and I wrote some reasons we loved each of the girls on hearts and put them all over their doors the night before . . .

Valentine's morning we had pink, heart pancakes, bacon and orange juice. The girls were over-the-top excited about pink pancakes! We got them Fancy Nancy books and matching pens with a plume. Olivia naturally broke hers within minutes so we can now tell them apart more easily. (And obviously Olivia has a new special smile for pictures these days.)

And later that night, a hot date of dinner and stake conference for the happy couple. It actually was a great meeting. A few of the talks were exactly what Ansen and I have been talking about lately and it really felt like the meeting was just for us.

I really love my husband and my girls!

Happy Valentine's Day!

Something to Remember . . .

The other night at choir practice Ansen was talking to a guy in our ward.

And here's how it went down:

Guy: Two girls, you need a boy.

Ansen: Ya, I know. Luckily, we're having one.

Guy: You're having a baby?! Really?!

Ansen: Ya, Ashleigh's pregnant and it's a boy.

Guy: (Silence)

Ansen: So, either you think my wife is super fat or you're really un-observant.

Guy: I'm not really sure how to answer that.

So, here I am . . . 6 months and something to remember. I know you all see it everyday, but I saw my picture and I am gigantic!

As huge as I am, at 26 1/2 weeks and only 11 pounds so far and still wearing my own (low rise) jeans buttoned! Considering I wrote in my journal with Addison - "I'm 23 weeks and have only gained 33 pounds" I'm ecstatic! I started heavier than ever before, so I've had to be a little more careful this time around. So far, so good-but I have a feeling I'm about to loose it.

Further proof I'm pregnant . . . I LOVE frosting (I don't sit around eating it out of the tub while I watch TV --usually). I love sugar cookies with frosting and brownies with mint frosting. The bowl and beater never go un-licked (by me or the girls). I lost the love of Cafe Rio and apparently frosting. Ansen was astonished . . . SUPRISE-You're body's cravings truly do change when you're pregnant.

Mom: Livvy, when we have our new baby, will you kiss him and love him?

Olivia: I don't want my room to be green.

I guess she picked upon my new plans to paint her room (or the baby's room) green. Dang.

Battle of the Bands 3

For the last 3 years. Jeff and his band, Diatribe, have preformed at the THS Battle of the Bands. Addison has always loved it and Olivia was finally old enough to get into it. The band has improved amazingly over 3 years. They got 2nd place this year and really (unbiased) they deserved 1st.

DIATRIBE (pronunciation: die-uh-tribe) First there was rock... then there was DIATRIBE. In the summer of 2005, an idea was born in the basement of one young man. His dreams and ideals have contributed to what many call "the next big thing." Humans, and the animal kingdom alike, have been positively influenced by this new wave of high-voltage rock. After their tour of the United Kingdom this summer, DIATRIBE decided to return to their mormon roots in Orem, Utah to finish high school and their adolescent careers with one last, great rock show. In fact, the band motto is: One great rock show can change the world. In the words of AC/DC, "we rock tonight, 'til the guitar bite, and for those about to rock, we salute you!"

Rocking Out

(The still picture doesn't do it justice, but they were dancing

and screaming like maniacs the whole time!)

Yes, that's Jeff's Mom's Video Camera . . .They're hard core like that.

Stop for a Very Important Lipstick Reapplication

Resume Rocking Out!

Olivia singing . . .

I am like a star shining brightly, shining for the whole world to see. I can do and say, fancy things each day . . .

(I guess we've been reading Fancy Nancy a little too much.)