It's New Year's Eve and I can't decide if I'm going to say twenty-ten or two-thousand-ten. The pressure is starting to get to me.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Happy Birthday Dear Justin
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Mouse Update
But that was last week so we are 7 days mice free.
Merry Christmas.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Sarah the Bull
The dried food on the face doesn't hurt either. Have I mentioned I love one-year-olds?
Saturday, December 12, 2009
It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas
Or should I say steal?
Fisher Price Little People Farm. $35 at Walmart.
Fisher Price Chatter Phone. $8 at Toys R Us.
I bought both for $20 from some lady in Provo.
Pottery Barn Kids Puffy Dollhouse. Online for $49.00 (Seriously)
We bought this last summer at a yard sale in Mapleton.
$5 (Seriously)
Our tree looks a little different this year than in years past. First, there are no presents under the tree. We figure they wouldn't stay wrapped for very long.
Second, ornaments have a 2-foot clearance from the bottom of the tree. We figure they wouldn't stay on for very long.
We do have the additions of these classic Winnie the Pooh ornaments. They came from my mom's house and are older than me.
And this ginormous turquoise jingle bell. Sarah picked it out.
This impressive poster also came from my mom's house. Sarah has to pat Pooh every time we pass it.
And this is just because I think she's pretty.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Where Mice Go To Die
(File photo. There is no mouse in this washer)
Fortunately I realized what it was before I touched it this time. (There is not water hot enough or anti-bacterial soap strong enough to feel clean, let me tell you.)
Of course, I did the first thing women do when they encounter dead things--they keep their curious children away and call their husbands .
"What would you do if I was away on a business trip, you're out of underwear and I'll be gone for 4 more days?" he asked, as if I hadn't already contemplated worse-case scenarios on my run up the stairs to the phone.
"Call our home teacher," I replied without the tiniest bit of hesitancy. Other possible options would be to go buy more underwear, go to a laundry mat, or buy a new washer and have the store haul off the mouse casket one. All of those things would happen before I would touch anything touching that mouse.
Justin wanted some sort of payback for taking care of another dead mouse (the first one's head had to be loosened from underneath the agitator). But since I shoveled his side of the driveway for the second day in a row and was visibly shaken, he just took care of it. He's really nice. Teases until he's nice, but nice in the end.
You missed out Bro. Smith, it could have been you.
One dead mouse in the washer can be a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. Twice in one month is cause for outright fear every time I go down there and lift the lid.
I was afraid of live mice living in my washer and dryer before. I kept them closed all the time and still feared of interrupting animal FHE in there.
Irrational paranoia is one thing. Experiential paranoia is quite another. I don't know how long I can live like this.
***No, I don't know how they get in there and how they die. And yes, I run a load of hot water and Lysol before washing my clothes.***
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Sarah's Quiet Book
Total cost: $25 (ish) It helps to have a mom with 40 years of sewing/craft stuff.
March and April
May and June
Pick the flowers off the buttons. Build your own icecream cone.






















