Facebook fast

Lately I find myself in a love/hate relationship....with Facebook. A) I check it way too often. B) I find a lot of it really annoying. I think my mature age is making me want to put up with less bullpoop but I still find myself too nosy about said annoying people's lives to block them. (See A) C) I'm catching myself thinking in Facebook status language, don't pretend it doesn't exist cause it totally does. I don't want to be the friend who over shares, seeks validation, only posts about her kids, fishes for compliments or whines. Therefore in an effort to break my habit I started writing down facebook posts to blog instead of posting them. Maybe I'll start a "weekly facebook posts that never were" roundup.
Week 1:
-Bright just called her wrist her "arm ankle".
-Deacon just asked the question every parent dreads... "why doesnt xylophone start with a z?"
-Piper keeps begging me to peel her an orange then pulls it apart and says "ewwwww." No more orange for you!
- I guess asking a 6-year-old if the show they are watching is appropriate is like asking a hitchhiker if he's a serial killer before picking him up.
-when you walk in the room and your husband is asleep do you ever hover over him making weird faces hoping he will open his eyes?
-When Deac gets tired he starts touching his lips with his fingertips really softly.  Its so cute.., I dont want to ever forget those little things.
-Trying to teach Piper how to slurp spaghetti resulted in her blowing noodles all over the kitchen.
-I just told Bright she was the peanut butter to my jelly. She said "im the pb cause I'm all energy like protein and you're jiggly and tired like jelly".... hmmmm
-Deacon was making yummy noises and enjoying his lunch when he says "mmmm...this is good mom...couldn't have done it without ya".
-I just got kicked full force right in the eye by a 6 year old trying to put on a really hard shoe..owwww!!!!
-So were walking out of best buy Saturday and it's raining so I get the kids out of the shopping cart and said let's just run. SO Bright takes off running but slips and falls, on the way down reaches out and grabs deacons leg and takes him down too...face first, flat, right into a huuuge puddle of water! ! He was soaked and it was all I could do not to laugh.
Plus: owie!! Pip ran right into an open door!

And lastly, Pip just spilled juice on me....on the most awkward place ever. 

Piper talks to herself

I woke up really late this morning... the older two kids woke up and went in the playroom and shut the door and Piper slept in so it was super quiet! After the rush to get the kids to school I usually head straight to the gym but I decided to skip it this morning since I have a workout planned for tonight. So it was one of those do-nothing, quiet mornings which are so nice sometimes! I love when you're doing something and you notice your kid just contently playing by themselves, or in this case talking to herself rolling on the ground. I decided to capture a minute of it, also cause I wanted to learn how to edit and post videos with my tablet. ;)

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Mom fail.

I was an epic fail this week when it came to being a mom! Especially when it comes to Brighton.
Monday: in September, when it was rainy, I told her I would pick her up in the front of the school with all the other kids if it was rainy, so she could wait under the school awning instead of the back of the school where I pick her up on the street. Well she forgot and I briefly looked at the back of the school but then hurried to the front of the school to pick her up. After waiting in the 10 minute car line I got to the front only to be told she was not there. I hurried through the after-school traffic to the back of the school and found her on the corner, standing in the rain with her vest over her head, crying. I wanted to die I felt so bad.
Tuesday: The kids at school were supposed to wear university or college shirts in support of Red Ribbon Week. Well, I forgot and sent her to school in her own school colors.
Wednesday: Brighton's class had prepared a 20 minute play that they were performing two times during the day, so parents could come. I got the information about the play in the same email as all the other info about Red Ribbon Week. Needless to say, I forgot. Again. At the end of the day she said "Where were you? I kept waiting and looking for you to come." Talk about knife through the heart. Also Wednesday, the day before Halloween, we were supposed to carve pumpkins. But with Aaron working 90+ hours a week, I just didn't have the energy for that. So I skipped it, thinking Brighton wouldn't notice. But yesterday after Halloween was all over she was mad that we never carved pumpkins. What kind of parents don't even carved pumpkins with the kids? Us, I guess.

However, we did take our kids trick or treating until they couldn't take anymore. And we had a good time. Piper loved walking up to the door holding out her bag and watching the candy fall in. I will post Halloween pictures next. I also volunteered at Brighton school party, which I always love. I love seeing her in her classroom and the look on her face when she sees me show up. It's my favorite. Plus, a little girl told me I looked like Barbie, and that's pretty much the best compliment you can get from a 6 year old girl. ;)

Maybe I should wait to publish this post until Sunday, because I still have two and a half more days to mess up. Haha. Or maybe if I publish it now all my screw ups will be over. I'll go with that one.

Phases.

 Whenever a child, especially a toddler, does something naughty, people like to refer to it as "just a phase". Well Piper has a nice, fun assortment of phases right now! Including (but not limited to) taking off her pants whenever and wherever she can, climbing up on the bathroom counter and turning on the water, climbing up on the table to destroy whatever anyone is working on/eating, not eating anything herself. But my favorites are following me around all day screaming "mom!" at the top of her lungs like an angry teenager, screaming super loud whenever any other child goes near her and being REALLY mean to Deacon. In fact, a woman at the store actually stopped me yesterday to tell me that her baby also went through a really loud screaming phase and she recommended ear plugs. It's THAT loud.  My theme song for her right now is "Why you gotta be so mean?" The tricky part is when I get upset with her and attempt to use a stern "NO" voice, she thinks it's really funny and laughs and says "wowwy" (sorry)... and smiles her huge smile which makes it really hard to stay mad!  This video was at first an attempt to capture the way she yells "mom!" I didn't really get the essence of the way her voice usually sounds when she yells it, but I did capture a screaming match with her and Deacon over some root beer and in the end her hitting on Deacon. Seriously, she whacks him with toys and pulls his hair whenever possible and he just takes it like a champ. Little stinker. I should have let the camera roll longer but my instinct to stop the hitting took over. Enjoy. :)

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Boo!

Look who learned to spell boo.....on our sidewalk....with permanent marker.

The highlight of our day

.....was playing outside until dark and eating homemade popsicles!

He said what?!

So last week I'm in Target with my mom and Deacon. You know when you're busy looking at something and you hear your child in the background saying something over and over again but you're mentally blocking out what they're saying? Like tuning them out? So I hear Deacon saying something over and over but I'm not paying attention. Finally I look over and he's holding up a bra saying boobie masks! Boobie masks! Boobie masks! When I realized what he was saying my mom and I just started cracking up! I can see where he's coming from! But this kid is actually obsessed with boobs. Hopefully this post doesn't get flagged as inappropriate.  But just for good measure, boobs.

Appreciating it all

Lately I have been almost in a panic about how to appreciate my kids while I have them at home. I think part of that comes from the infertility and a lot of it right now is coming from Brighton starting the 1st grade. All the sudden she is just gone all day, & I have no idea what she is doing, if she is eating, who she is playing with, if she is happy or sad. Letting her go has been harder than I thought it would be. I always hear people say they wish they would have "appreciated it more" when their kids are little, but how do you do that? I think part of it is playing with them so I have the memories when they grow up. But the idea of just appreciating it more is a little abstract to me. I use to be a lot better at blogging when I only had Brighton but its so hard for me to find time to sit down at the computer and type, especially with Aaron working at home on our only computer. Plus, getting pictures on the computer to use for blogging takes forever. Last night as I was driving home from Idaho Falls it hit me almost like inspiration, that I should check to see if there is an app for blogger, and there is! I just downloaded it onto my tablet and now my goal is to blog a lot more so that I can appreciate the little things that happen in my day. I think it will be easier just taking pictures with my tablet and blogging  right from my tablet. Even if there are more typos because I'm using the speaking feature, instead of typing. Plus there will be a lot fewer ...'s like I use all the time when I type. An old habit from my days off television news writing. My blog probably won't be as entertaining as it once was but it's something I feel like I need to do. We'll see if I stick to this new resolution!

Also I will continue to post the things that are real in my life like Deacon playing the Wii and the mess in the background. and my constant view of Piper reaching up to me, wanting to be held all the time. Its kinda annoying but maybe thesse are the things i need to appreciate.

A Time When I Got in Trouble...Kinda

Today at Brighton's school there is a "story basket" where the kids were asked to get a story from an elder-person... parent or grandparent, etc. Since the event is in 45 minutes, I decided to sit down 15 minutes ago and type this one out. The subject was "A time when you got in trouble". This story popped into my mind because I remember how funny my mom thought it was and how dead I thought it was! This was meant to be read out loud, so excuse the "tv news broadcaster" punctuation.

A Time When I Got in Trouble...Kinda.

By Brooke Hale Flake

It was a Monday morning and like all Monday mornings at school we all stood up, said the Pledge of Allegiance and held our hands to our hearts as "The Star Spangled Banner" played on the loud speaker.

This day was no different except my Sophomore Algebra math teacher, Mrs. Borenpole had stepped out into the hall during the morning ritual.

  "Oh say can you see...."   I stood and listened to the song but my mind was started wandering "Did I have homework due today? Do we have a test?" Suddenly I was snapped back into reality as the National Anthem stopped playing mid-song! We all just stood there with our hands to our hearts looking around at each other. Just then I knew I had to do what any other patriotic 16-year-old girl would do. I had to finish the song!

  "And the rockets red glare..." I sang in my best opera voice. "The bombs bursting in...."

 "Brooke Hale!"  Mrs. Borenpole had walked back into the room at just the wrong moment!  "What do you think you are doing?!  Come with me this instant!" I looked at the back of Mrs. Borenpole brown polyester bell bottoms all the way down to Mr. Kane's office and could feel my heart about to burst out of my chest with nerves!

  "She did what?"  Mr. Kane questioned after the teacher explained why I was in the principal's office. 

  "She started singing the national anthem when the recording stopped!"  a flustered Mrs. Borenpole explained. "She deserves detention... or worse!"

  Only I could see a hint of a smile as the edge of Mr. Kane's mouth threatened to turn upward. The slight gleam in his eye as he looked at me, only made the teacher more upset.

  "She disturbed the entire homeroom!"

  "Mrs. Borenpole why don't you go take care of the rest of the class as I talk to Miss Hale." said the vice-principal.

(Oh great, now I was really in for it!)

  "Miss Hale... I've seen your sisters and parents in every musical and play this city has ever done," started the vice-principal. "I might know where you get your musical and dramatic flair...  Let's just give your mom a call and see how she feels about this spectacle."

My mouth went dry and I could feel the grounding punishment already setting in as Mr. Kane called my mom at work and explained to her why I was sitting in his office.

  "MMhmmm... Yes... she did... Mrs. Borenpole's class yes.  Ok …. very good. Goodbye."

"Well?" I asked? "What did she say? Was she upset?"

Well Brooke.... (there was a long pause.)  Your mom... laughed!

The End