a christmas story....

I couldn't convince George to come out for Halloween (I guess he isn't a fan of candy corn) but thankfully he was here for Christmas! (phew) our little georgie progie has gotten a little porkie in just a short month. which made his cute christmas outfit from grandmama jane fit more like spandex then pants. 

yes my boy has a spare tire and he's only a month old

 he looked like a ripe jolly old elf, and we all laughed in spite of ourselves....

and since we weren't able to get our picture taken with Santa I chose instead to take a picture of george next to everyone's tree.... he got heavier to hold up as the month progressed.

I think george thought my christmas tree idea was a bit lame

so he decided to stay up and meet the man in red himself.... 

he crashed around three.

little did he know his gifts laid unwrapped on his bedroom floor and there was no need for all the screaming to keep himself, and us, awake.

but santa's no grinch and still came, mostly in the form of grandparents who spoiled him rotten. 

here is Georg'e first years christmas loot. 

I think he made bank!!

the first christmas gift I received as a child was a train, that has since been melted in the sun, broken in the dishwasher and beat up by one to many hands.  I still have it though and my dad brought it over one day for george to play with.
 but my savy parents were clever enough to find the same train on ebay and share the same first christmas gift with george!!

I may have been a bit more excited about the train.
but i'm sure george will love it one day!

all and all it was a pretty fun christmas, it looks like george is off to a good start!

some wilcox christmas highlights

some harman christmas highlights

and that wraps up christmas and the 2010 year. 

first family photo, aawww how sweet...

merry christmas to all and to all a good night!!!!!!!!

who am i ?

James says this is either his "blue steel" look, 

or the ever explosive "magnum". 

I kind of think it just makes him look like a turtle.

for more pics of george go here.. whitney was awesome enough to take some sweet pics of george before he gets much older. he however wasn't as sweet. luckily she's talented though so we got some good ones.

by george he's got it!!!!

there have been many george's thoughout the ages, 

 

so we decided to add to the mix, 

and think we've created the cutest one of all...

 

George Lachoneus Harman

11-9-10

8lbs 2 oz 21 3/4"

after some wicked bad contractions that made me swear just a little, 

and a wonderful, never to do without, epidural, 

george made his entrance into the world!!!! 

I could not have been more grateful!!!!

 he's pretty cute and we can't get enough of him! 

who knew that james and I could make such a cute little thing!

 

 here are just a few of my favorite things about George

he's offically given james the title of "dad"

he has the thickest, blondest hair ever!! that gets really fluffy after his baths

he makes the greatest faces

he has extra long toes and scrawny chicken legs. 

when he cries his cheeks shake and his lip quivers!

I hope he stays little and cute forever!

and I have been officially accepted into the sorority of motherhood, 

and have the rump to prove it!

I should have more shame about posting this pic, 

but really I laughed so hard when I found it on our camera I couldn't not post it!

it's no small feat pushing out an 8 pound baby 

and if a grandma butt is my claim to fame I'll cherish the reward!

(plus we all need a good laugh right?)

(i laugh right out loud every time I scroll down!! which sadly doesn't help the pain!)

enough said!

a long wordy post for a simple easy question

me and my cousin lindsay, due 2 weeks apart!  no we didn't call each other the night before!

 

 

Some historical facts about me...

the night before I received my driver's license my mom warned me we would be leaving at the crack of dawn to beat rush hour at the D.M.V.. I believed her; I really did and took the matter quite seriously.  I would gather that most 16 year old's upon hearing this news, girls especially, would then give the matter further thought and put a little effort into choosing what outfit they were going to wear.  And perhaps do a little run over of what make up would enhance the picture that would represent them until they turned 21.

I on the other hand didn't skip a beat.  I went on with my night, waited for my mom to come wake me bright and early the next morning, rolled out of bed, put on a t-shirt, with a plaid button up shirt over it, (only half way buttoned up though because I wasn't completely immune to hip late 90's fashion), and then to top it all off put on some overalls.  yes, getting dressed first would mean that I didn't shower, which also concludes I didn't do my hair.  I more or less looked like a hilly billy at 15 getting their license to pull a tractor, not a hot young blond out to turn heads looking spiffy behind the wheel.

I wish I had a copy of the license still, because as my uncle so kindly remarked after seeing my mug shot, " you look like you fell off  the ugly tree".  I had to agree with him, I wasn't exactly a vision of loveliness.

That was the beginning years of high school and you'd think the everyday visual of myself would spark some interest in trying to look less like I had been found underneath a rock, but nope, I went right on wearing my overalls.  My driver's license, debit card and any other vital personal information was paper clipped together and slipped into my back pocket.  Purses were nansy pansy sort of things, who wanted to be froofy enough to carry one of those! I shunned the idea of makeup, and don't get me started on my eyebrows, there was definitely two of them (thank heavens) but they were ferocious!

Fortunately, over the years I was bullied into changing my ways.  One day my mom physically pinned me down grabbed my hands, sat on me, and tweezed the guts out of my eyebrows while I kicked and screamed from the pain and anguish such little hairs inflicted as the formation of two brows appeared! It was quite the feat as my aunts had tried and made mention of the need of a good eyebrow plucking more then once.  Second, while visiting NYC with my aunts, a city of higher fashion, I was told makeup was a must for all our outings and they painted my face most gleefully, teaching me the art of enhancing ones features with color (to which my uncle upon seeing a picture of my made up face said I no longer looked like a fugitive!)  Begrudgingly purses came much later, when i finally had need for a wallet and car keys, chap stick and other necessities, some sort of carrying case was needed.

Even with all this it seems history is doomed to repeat itself.  Now that I'm pregnant and entering another realm of womanhood it seems I'm back to square one and need the tutelage of my girly peers to fill me in on a new faddy beauty trend.  Why on earth is every pregnant mama out there paying to have professional pictures taken of them and their big Buddha belly?

I'm all for capturing moments of time through a professional lens and gleefully celebrating the wonderfulness of your body being capable of giving life and joyfully watching a child grow.  I get all the sentimental value but seriously, I'm stretched out, huge, and awkward right now and as much as I love that I'll soon meet the fruit of my loins, I would rather have a picture of him out then in! Am I crazy in this thought process? Have I once again reverted to my hill billy ways? I'm sure the overalls would be comfy once again if I had saved them to fit over my protruding belly.

I need the further enlightenment of all beautiful women out there, because seriously I think I'm missing the boat big time on this one. But forunately for me, this go around I don't think anyone would have the muscle to pin my pregnant girth down!

some tits for tats.....

as of late I have felt nothing really note worthy has been going on in our daily lives, but I suppose if you let enough time go by sooner or later something will build up in your brain and linger there long enough for it to finally become blog worthy. so here in no particular order are some things I've been looming over and since pictures only edify my thoughts I'll include some fun ones...


 

safety first....

A picture speaks a thousand words right? I don't really hear words when I look at this picture, only the shrill cackles of pubescence and the echo of stupidity that radiates from their scrawny little faces.  I half expect to still see dribble and food running down their chins but fortunately for us they have mastered the art of the napkin in their fourteenth year.  Yes, our summer came to an end with my youngest brothers, The Twins!, turning 15! And entering into a hallowed apprenticeship of permitted driving.  The holy grail of all numbers, 16, is less then a year away for these two young men.  While they may look like they are 12, they act like they are 8.  But as luck would have it 8 + 8 = 16 and the two of them have put it together that their driving education should already be under way with someone taking them for some slick, mind boggling loops around the driving range! However, we decided to first test their skills around my parents yard.  Hang out to your helmets kids; it's one bumpy ride. (and McKay was nice enough to add some drama with some awesome sound effects)

 

   Matt wanted to put me in the wheel barrow and push me around but I being an onry and boring sister  had to decline. That and I'm pretty sure this baby boy of mine would have wondered why he was already being dropped on his head before he even came into the world.  

Matt and McKay's eagerness to learn how to drive has only slowed my willingness to really except what motherhood might entail.  surely the twins only act this way because by the time they were created there wasn't enough "normal" gene's to pass on and then the poor dears had to divide them up between the two of them, (whether it was an even split is still up to question). I often wondered where mothers find the emotion to carry them through the woes of child rearing and I think it starts as soon as one finds out they have conceived.  While this child will get first pickings of whatever genes I have to offer he's already pushing my buttons, or rather my bladder, rips, lungs and esophagus.  nothing short of what any mother hasn't gone through during her pregnancies. but I feel the the acid reflex hes' brought on is going to come back to burn him in his adolescent years. I feel like Simba, except for working on my roar, I'm building up great balls of acid fire, a stinging bitter taste that will one day explode from my lips and scorch his little behind like some fire breathing dragon!  Let's just hope he comes out as funny as his young uncles.

a foreshadowing of things to come!

My New Favorite Commercial!!!

A lone Ranger

very old news, but the blog needed a quick pick me up.  so if you haven't already heard.....

 it's a boy!!!!

and he's all alone in the world. 

We know at least 10 other people that recently had or will soon be having babies and only one of them is having a boy. 

A lone ranger indeed. 

here he is....

James calls him George Lachoneus. 

I call him Henry James. 

so then James calls him Hank. 

and my mom, she calls him Fred.

but we know a weird nickname is in the making, 

when we were all growing up, my siblings and I were referred to as

"monkey butts"

 

it was said in the most endearing of ways.

can't wait for him to come!!!!!!

(17 weeks and counting)

baby bump

I think I'm failing as a blogger. 

I haven't posted any cute I love you notes to my husband

or ranted on about what great people in my life that might be celebrating their birthdays. 

And sadly I don't refer to this blog as my journal and make day to day rantings of my hum drum life.  

But worst of all... I haven't posted one picture of my ever expanding belly! gasp!! yes I should be kicked off and banned from all sources of the blogging world.  So after numerous requests (okay only one) and being persuaded by all those cool bloggers out there, I gave in.  

Here is my cute baby bump in all it's cutie patootie growing glory!


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(man I wish I could add sound effects too)

oh, you weren't expecting that. 

well, I wasn't either. but this is how I feel, 

plus I think she may carry it a bit more flattering then I do!

driving miss crazy...

Everyone has at least one crazy aunt.  You know, that Aunt who maybe collects silly things and stores them in every room of her house, like pigs perhaps? Or maybe this aunt is a bit loco in the brain-o and she always has crazy rules about germs or feet, and gets grossed out a little bit too easy! Or say, she has weird thumbs and pinkies that only a mad loon would be born with.  They usually always wear weird things too, like colorful socks, because they think plain white is a bit boring.  Everyone has one, and most likely if you have of these aunts, your mom is well aware of her nuttiness and has been thinking to herself for sometime, "why on earth did I have to come in contact with this whacked out lady that is now my sister in law! sheesh!" Knowing this your mom probably had some rules about letting you children in a car driven by your fanatical Aunt, or for that matter be left alone with her for fear that some of her batty ideas might wear off on your gene pool eventually causing all future grandchildren to come out a bit, well...off.

The funny thing about nutty aunts though is their foolishness can't be contained, and they always find you, no matter where you hide, no matter how you try and avoid her, and especially no matter how your mother tries to disguise you.  It's as if their batty ways control some bizarre force in the universe that can trigger some rare debacle to enter your everyday routine and give your hum drum daily life a bit of a bounce.

Well, I was amidst that bounce today and it cause quite the stir.  I might even go as far to say that Mother Nature might have a crazy aunt shaking up her routine as well because the weather only helped shake the upheaval that I took part in.  I was driving to work this morning down ninth east, a fast and easy drive to my office.  As I tootled along I realized I was making good time and would clock in sooner than I thought to start my very pleasant work day (that is added sarcasm) when all of the sudden a big, tall stinken bus decided to leave its bus stop and swoop out right in front of me, cutting off my rhythm, my speed and worst of all, my time frame to make it to work.  No way was I going to continue in slow motion when I was on the final stretch of making it to my cubical to clock in and stare at a wall all day (again sarcasm). No way! I just wouldn't have it, so I decided it was time to switch lanes while my momentum was still hanging on.  I peered through the snow and checked my blind spot, the white van that I thought was there seemed to have vanished and so I made my lane change only to hear HONK!!!!!!!! I looked, I gasped, and steered clear back to my old lane, right back behind that ugly poopy bus!!! The swirling snow must have camouflaged the white van!! That and my Corolla has the worst blind spots known to man .  I felt terrible, and worse, stupid that I hadn't seen the mini van probably carrying such precious cargo.  After coming to my senses and cursing the bus, the van sped up to ride neck and neck with me so we were window to window! I didn't dare look over for fear that some irate mother was going to give me heck, but I decided to anyway, but I put up a little defense of my own and began to wave back and forth giving her the signal to move along ahead of me so such a calamity wouldn't occur again! But my waving turned to horror when I realized the mother of the van wasn't angry she was laughing, head back, mouth open cackling at me!! That's when all shock wore off, all confusion melted and pure and utter bewilderment set in! The precious cargo in that van was my nephew and nieces, Harman, Annabelle, and Sophi and the irate mother was none other than my lovely sister in law Marci and worst of all...

I AM THAT CRAZY AUNT!!!!!!

an added f.y.i.

for the record, I thought I should note, that all four of my brother's were taught to take a seat when emptying their bowels, they just are in such a hurry to get back to the play station and other things they chose to forget their mother's training and whiz all over... thankfully the oldest brother has married a wonderful woman that reminds him of what he was taught in years past.  We hope the other three will be just as lucky when they tie the knot......

boy oh boy...

We recently found ourselves some new digs (is that how you say we moved in cool ghetto tongue?).  therefore I've gone up in popularity 87% this past month with my brothers because I have this cool new 2 room, 2 bathroom, spacious apartment with stairs for them to lounge around in. 

(that and the play station was banned from my parents house and placed in mine which means they have to sugary sweet ask me if they can come over to visit and then nonchalantly ask if they can play their favorite games before they become crazed maniacs due to the withdrawals of not having their smarts drained from their gray matter)

Any who, I'm actually enjoying the new found popularity because being the only girl and the oldest has knocked me down to the bottom of all my brothers totem pole's, I'm not cool enough for any of their reindeer games, and I don't smell so clearly, I am an outcast (that and I can still beat their bums when they need a good pummel).  

However, my brothers often times leave me little reminders after they have graced my presence, I guess a little house warming gift if you will.....

oh yes, that would be a left up toilet seat, where, brother #'s 2-4 have marked their spot in bright yellow.  oh there is nothing better.  I'm sure there is more "left overs" on the floor, but I don't dare look at that point.  I've lived with boys for 26 years, all of my earthly existence, and urine left un-mopped still makes my ears buzz just a bit...

get used to it you say? it's been 26 years and it shouldn't bother me anymore! let me tell you this, there is nothing worse then running into your house on the verge of soiling yourself, dropping your pants full speed ahead and plunging down on the toilet seat that you so naively thought was ready to greet your bottom and instead falling in because SOMEONEBROTHER left the toilet seat up. 

After you're able to pull your bare buns out of the bowl you realize the worst part of it all, YOU'VE JUST SAT IN UN-MOPPED UP PEE DRIBBLES! oh the shame, disgust and ear buzzing horror! from there you just strip down and leap into the shower. (and don't think about what goes on in that drain) the urge to pee will come back after you feel girly clean once more.

I must say this experience has left me crossing my fingers that this baby of mine comes out a girl, but my mom made the same wish and was jinxed with four boys so I'm a bit more careful of what I wish for.  But through it all I think I could handle it, 26 years has taught me something about, boys, hose's and urine, and no son of mine will EVER EVER KNOW that he has the option of STANDING AND PEEING EVER! 

but my boy can know that when he wants to play play station, he has four awesome uncles who he can sugary sweet ask for help in sucking out all smarts from his gray matter and making him feel like he's cool, even if their sister never was. 

no foolin....

A history of April fools day, played out by none other then the biggest fooler... Jane Winegar Wilcox....

around march of 1983 my dad was taking his final exams at the University of Utah. My mom knew how hard my dad had been studying, and how important this test was in order for him to pass and provide for their soon to be growing family. My father, suffers from a mild case of anxiety, don't we all when it come to test taking and the weight of our future hanging in the balance. My mom knew my dad was worried and the anxiety that built up in my dad, she also knew that often times this nervousness was relieved by having to go to the bathroom right before the big moment of truth. However, the test unfortunately landed on APRIL FOOLS and my mom couldn't let this perfect, once in a life time, alignment of the stars moment pass her by. while my dad busied himself studying she sewed the opening on his underwear shut and gingerly laid them on the top of the pile for him to wear the next day. Well, the big day arrived and just as planned my father went to take his test and just as predicted he had the sudden urge to rush, nay sprint, to the bathroom to relieve his bowels before the moment of truth, but alas, as he tugged and pulled to get his underwear open he found they had been daintily stitched shut by his supporting companion. my father almost missed his test, but my mothers glory and laughter at the moment (she didn't even get to witness) still rings on to this day.  it's one of her cherished memories.

a few years down the road, I, her only daughter was starving my guts out as I tried to make it through the woes and difficulties of being a second grader. counting down the seconds until lunch I wearily stood in line with my classmates my teal my little pony lunch box feebly clutched in my wasting away hands. I made it to the lunch room, stomach growling and unclasped the lock ready for a delicious meal, only to find, the crust off of some wheat bread, the stems of some already eaten grapes, an empty bag of what should have been my dessert and nothing else. I was miserable, and what second grader is going to remember in their moment of hunger that it's APRIL FOOl's and their mom is living it up on her favorite day of the year! well I started crying told my friends to look at my pitiful lunch and went outside to sulk on the swings, and let the sun turn my ailing, lifeless body into dust. my mom, again was reigning high in her foolery and glory, met me on the swings laughing and all smiles.  I again began to bawl as I asked her why I deserved such a miserable lunch, she handed me a perfectly packed lunch, in an ugly brown sack replaying only, APRIL FOOLS!

my mother is the queen of April fools. i think it might be her favorite holiday she is very good at catching everyone off guard year after year. you would think we would all be better at catching on or plotting something big to get her back but without fail every April 1st she's got a new unexpected joke up her sleeve that she slyly snaps you in her trap! there was one joke though that became tradition, even though through the years it long since became unbelievable. My mom would call my aunt Marianne every April fools to let her know she was expecting. however, one year she did this and without knowing she really was pregnant with TWINS! so the joke came back around and bit her in the bud! Making her the fool!

Unfortunately I didn't inherit my mothers skill, or determination to pull off an April fools joke. I've been so sick that most everyone already suspected something was miss with me. I wasn't radiating that motherly glow, more or less a barfy shade of green. While some already knew I had a little creature growing inside me, I decided to see if I could still trick those who didn't, and tailspin the ones that did. hence the picture of twins. YES I AM PREGNANT, that is not a April fools joke. BUT I'M NOT HAVING TWINS (phew,unless I jinxed myself like my mother and will soon become a fool like she!) I'm due NOVEMBER 13! I guess I'm not as sly as my mom and couldn't pull off the perfectly, alignment of the stars joke.

oh baby?!

I looked at the pee stick and what did I see......

a questionable plus sign staring back at me?

spring might have brought us a nice surprise, a baby budding right before our eyes!?

 I called the doctor very quick, 

 he said my dear this is not a trick

 it wasn't very so....

but it seemed to be....

 

the harman's will be adding to their family tree........

we will let john tell you where he will be serving his mission!!!!!

national pig day!!!

it's time to break out the pink and give three huge Oinks for piggies everywhere!!
 yes, today March 1st,
is National Pig Day!!!!!!!

We decided to Swine & Dine a little early this year and threw a prize winning party to honor glorious pigs.  (of course our way of celebrating them was to eat them in our delicious pork salads, but that part of the holiday has yet to be determined)

thanks to everyone who cooked, wore pink and came to join the festivities! i do hope that you had a "swill"time and join us next year to "ham" it up once more! I have a feeling the party will only get better over the next few years (it already beat out last year!!!!!!) 

and in the words of Mr. Porky Pig himself "thththhthththth... that's all folks!"

top 10 ways you know you're growing plump...

10. your pants no longer meet in the middle for buttoning.
9. you feel a bit strained when you have to bend over.
8. carrying a carton of milk from your car to your house makes you a little winded and sore.
7. you're asked what day you are due.
6. each step creates a mini earthquake on your backside.
5. you have more chins then a chinese phone book (and all current photo's validate that fact)
4. everytime you buy new clothes you go up at least one dress size
3. you tell yourself this is your last dessert and promise to start eating healthier!
2. you hear "or what, you'll sit on me?" as a response to all requests

and the number one reason you know you are no longer your thin nimble self....
1. your fortune cookie relays this message...

(p.s. my thumbs have always been that chunky and are not an indication of any current weight gain)

the wedding continues

here are all the pics we snapped of the wedding so for all those who wanted the down low of what we did in vernal here you are. i hope you do enjoy!!!!




and the parts we left out are pretty funny too, so I thought I would share.
first, james was listening to music on the way down to vernal and borrowed Matt's headphones only to take them out a half our later and realize the plastic ear piece had wedged itself deep into his ear!!!! panic!!! so needless to say we went on a hunt for a pair of tweezers pulled over and john used his trained hands and light touch to tweeze the ear piece out of James inner ear canal. phew!!!!!

and no event could be complete with out some sort of bodily liquid flowing from one end or another due to a laughing fit. I did something to make poor Matt laugh, (while he was sitting on my lap I might add!), and the fool, who was full to the brim with cafe rio, blue candy, water and pretzel's laughed, choked and then barfed all over the chair, carpet and himself! but not on me! nope I saw the first droolings of tiffany blue spit and pushed him up and off me so fast it was all a fuzzy blur. I of course ran to my mother who was standing dutifully in line representing the family at their finest!!!! whoops! Matt reeked of barf for the rest of the evening! it was quite the feat to hold ones breath and smile if you happened to be standing by Matt in the pictures!!!!

created creative

lately I've learned a lot about my genetic make up, the diagnosis, I'm a pessimist! say what? me the radiant beam of light that warms up the room as soon as I step my golden foot in the door!! yes, my pearly whites and glowing countenance = pure joy. blue birds should be twittering around my head at all times.

but truthfully, all the sunniness I bring is really just left overs from James, who's genetic make up bytheway is created of optimism! and I'm not just saying this to gloat like sappy wives tend to do when they blog. the guy really is all sugar and spice minus the girly pansy part. ask anyone. hence the reason my family, extended included, prefer his company to mine. But I won't mention anything about his glowing countenance because there's enough hype over shimmering men right now and I don't want anyone nicknaming him Edward.

I'm hoping with our mix of pessimism and optimism our kids will come out realist. what do you think? maybe I could produce a little family of Vulcan's that would teach us how to view the world logically and also how to trickily spread our fingers forming a perfect V shape, blessing us with longevity and prosperity! (this may be a little too optimistic for me, but I think James would get a kick out of it)

Fortunately I won't have to go to such extremes, even though our children might come out with pointy ears. I've just decided to try as hard as a true pessimist can to view things a little more colorfully. for as Maya Angelou said,

life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, the quicker we will be able to treat life as art; to bring all our energies to each encounter, to remain flexible enough to notice and admit when what we expected to happen did not happen. we need to remember that we are created creative and can invent new scenarios as frequently as they are needed.
- Maya Angelou

now don't get me wrong, I didn't go out and buy a pair of rose colored glasses and will not become strictly naive, I'm just going to try and accentuate the positive, (that's right, you read me correctly) to remain flexible enough to notice and admit when what we expected to happen did not happen, and know that life can still be a party and I can still live long and prosper regardless of my unexpected, but amusing surroundings.

And as an Added bonus here are some colorful life moments that have just happened,

eternal posterity was refreshed, welcome Alesha to the Wilcox family

four goons exuding hot vibes in Tiffany Blue ties and suave black silk vests

an oldie but goldie grandma winegar that looks ravishing in blue!

bright cheery faces that laughed and and smiled as we danced the evening away.

I found color comes through many a characteristics and emotions, not just tangible things. The evening was joyous. and the party continues on into the weekend over in Vernal, and you know we'll certainly find some color there, even if it comes in the shade of manure!!!

with great power comes great resoponsibilty....

I made it, i finally graduated!!! yes for the second time in my life I have graduated from primary and was sustained into young women's. quite the feat I might add as most people only get to do it once, and I a humble servant, obtained the glory twice! (send praises and well wishes through commentary on said blog). so what does one do to obtain this greatness, well it's easy.

a) you have a really tiny rear end they think will fit ever so nicely into a chair made for children three years of age and younger.
b) you constantly go home for a mid church snack after sacrament meeting or
c) the good lord needs a deep belly laugh and knows if he puts a germaphobe, gag-reflexing, kiddie-phobic person in charge of 8 rambunctious snot nosed sunbeams for two straight years he'll fulfill his laughing needs every sunday from 2:20 to 4:00 (or pending on the current yearly rotation).

I'll let common sense guide you to the correct answer of how I obtained this magnified calling (and you don't need a measuring tape to know A was not the correct answer). It wasn't as bad as it might seem, yes the chairs were uncomfortable but I did learn and accomplish many difficult tasks such as, receiving an anatomy lesson from a three year old as she recalled the ways she knew she and her brother were different, how to avoid eye contact with a child when a greenish hue constantly blows in and out of their nose with the slightest of ease, running like the dickens to save yourself from the fella who isn't quite strong enough to pinch his cheeks before toots leak, reaking (literally) havoc on the spiritual lesson you were in the middle of teaching.

After I had mastered all these tasks to the best of my abilities it was clear to all those involved in bestowing me this calling that it was clearly time for me to move on (again) and accomplish the next round of childhood...teenagers!!! with three cheers I gladly accepted the calling, premature B.O couldn't be worse then underage flatulence right??? Of course my achievements and graduation (for the second time!) could not go unnoticed or unappluded, for only three short weeks after I was sustained, I was asked to (start holding breath here) SPEAK IN SACRAMENT MEETING!!!!!! ( release breath and yell "shut up",or "you're kidding" or "get out"or OMG! (g=gosh) in a shocking tone. I can't utter the real phrase I shouted for it's not appropriate for said teenagers I'm now rearing). I now have second thoughts about my sweet smelling sunbeams, green looks good on everyone, I shouldn't have been so hasty.

Whatever I missed my first graduation I'm slowly picking up on the second time around. and it's not so hot. I've informed my bishopric that the majority of the young women budget will have to be used on my anxiety meds for my belly and speaking do not mix. if the good lord was still in need a a few extra laughs i'm sure he'll be grinning ear to ear on January 31st!!!!

Tribute to 2009!!!!

Threw a little slide-show together of our year...enjoy!!!