In Case There was Any Confusion

So I have blogged before about what a crazy sleeper Ammon is. Sometimes I'm fearful of my life (when he's dreaming he's beating the crap out of someone and I'm the one in closest range!) and sometimes it's just funny. Last night, I couldn't sleep so I took a bath and then did some stuff on the computer, and then finally crawled into bed. Right when I climbed in, Ammon quickly scooted next to me and said, "It's me!"
Brooke: "What?"
Ammon: "It's me!"
Brooke: "Okay, thanks. I knew it was you."
Ammon: "Well, I just changed my shirt and pants so I wanted to make sure you knew it was me."
Luckily for Ammon, I'm super good at being able to recognize him when he changes clothes so he had no need to worry. BTW- he was still in the same PJs I left him in the hour before. Thanks though!

Cow Killing Wasp

Are you kidding me? A couple of days ago, the kids and I were outside playing. I noticed this bright red, huge ant thing crawling right next to Ryder. I had never seen anything like it. So, I hurried and snatched Ryder away from it, and then went inside and found it on the Internet. It's called a Cow Killing Wasp. It is known for it's extremely painful stings. Ryder was seriously like 2 inches from it. SCARY!

I Hate to Brag BUT...

I love my toenail polish!

I also hate when you go to the mall and your 14.5 month old knocks over not one, not two but three mannequins at Ann Taylor. It's not only embarrassing that all the people in the store are giving you the "man lady, can't you control your kids" look but it's even more embarrassing when it happens right in front of the glass windows so everyone outside the store is also giving that look. I feel like yelling, "NO, I can't control my 4, 3 and 1 year olds at the mall by myself but if anyone thinks they could do a better job then me, give it a whirl for the next 30 min while I run to Nordstrom."

And finally, I also hate when some huge kids pushes over your baby at the mall in the play area and the dad runs over grabs his kids and says, "Say sorry. Say sorry. Say sorry. Say sorry. Say sorry. Say sorry. Say sorry. Say sorry. If you don't say sorry, we're going to leave. Say sorry. Say sorry. Say sorry. Say sorry. We won't come back here ever again. Say sorry. Say sorry. Say sorry. Say sorry." Finally I kind of just walked away. I didn't know how long to wait there. It was AWKWARD!

Brooke is better than me

Brooke says I never blogg anymore so I'm going to try and do better. Iam better at every "sport" as Brooke puts it except for catching goldfish crackers in my mouth when thrown in the air.
Brooke is the gold fish cracker champion of the world. I know prettybold statement, but I'm fully confident in her skills.

Daily Makeover

I saw this website on my friend Kristen's blog and it is SO much fun! Below are some the creations Ammon and I made. Which should be my next do? The website is dailymakeover.com- I expect to see all of your pictures posted on your blogs too!

My Little Angel...

has turned into a menace (and he's loving EVERY second of it!). All of these pictures were taken today! Good heavens!

My New Purple Shoes!!!

Ammon has been out of town this whole week. He got back last night at about 11pm and then left again this morning at 4:55am. When he got home last night, he told me he had a little something for me. Then he pulled out these really cute purple shoes. I LOVE THEM!!! He saw some girl wearing them and asked her where she got them. Then he went to that store, they didn't have them so he went to two other places and finally found them. I also love that Ammon has really good taste and that he bring fun little surprises home for me.

Purple shoes! Tyler wanted in on the action SO fast!

Lions and Tigers and Bears, OH MY!

Last night on our evening walk, Tyler threw the remainder of her peach she was eating in an empty lot in our neighborhood. I informed her and Boston that it would probably be eaten by some wild animal. Boston then informed me that he was sure it would be eaten by either a tiger, a horse, a dinosaur, or a hippo.

Why Oh Why...

...do my kids feel it their duty to unrole EVERY SINGLE role of toilet paper???

Gone Fishin'

Friday night we all went fishing. We didn't catch any fish but we had a good time. Here are some pictures.

Go for the Gold

Nana (Brooke's mom): "Tyler and Boston, I have to go to the store. I will bring you guys each back a treat if you want. How about some M&Ms?"
Tyler: "No, I think I'll just have a barbie."

Perfect Logic

Sunday Boston had an accident (#1 & 2) in his pants so I hurried and had him stand in the bathtub while I hurried and cleaned up the pee on the floor. Before I left him to go clean up the pee I specifically instructed him not to touch anything in the bathtub and just to stand there. When I came back about 1 min later he had thrown all of the rags around and the 3 swimsuits that were hanging on the side and was laughing to himself. I said, "Boston that isn't funny, I told you not to touch anything!" Boston said, " Dad it's ok if you don't think it's funny, but I can think it's funny. It's ok dad." You know I couldn't argue with his logic and so I said, "well I don't think it's funny."

What do you do?