An official Wreckie

Jen Yates signs my book at the Tattered Cover Book Store in LoDo tonight. It says, "Beth, It's a Mudblood and underneat that Enjoy you're book!! Jen Yates

So many wrecks, so little time. They had a cupcake contest of favorite wrecks.

The cake wrecks slide show, with all the favorites, info about how she started the blog and q&a from the audience.

Here's me with my book and delicious cupcake. The frosting tasted like strawberry ice cream. (Definitely not a wreck.)

Happy 14th Birthday, Jon

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Prego

Thou shalt sit in Sunday School

Not much walking, per Adam's pedometer, on the Sabbath day.

We have a climber

I didn't do it.

He can climb to the top and get into the top cupboard. Kenny!

K is for Kelly Kathleen

Kelly gave a two minute talk on service last night at an Achievement Day picnic (inside the church gym because of the weather.) She did great. So here is my ode to Kelly. She is the fourth born. Kelly is my dark hair, olive skinned, outgoing, Red (the color code by Taylor Hartman) child. She is my most athletic child: she rode her bike with Mike at least 500 miles this summer and she taught herself all her gymnastic moves. Kelly has at least three offers of play dates everyday after school, "Kelly the phone is for you" is a common statement after 2:30pm. Her teacher asked her the other day if she had won Spirit of The West award, of course she did last year, if not she was going to be nominated again. Heavenly Father has plans for Kelly and as the go-getter she is, she will move mountains to do them. Hooray for Kelly.

Snow in the forecast

Mary is ready for the snow tomorrow.

What time is it? I probably need to be somewhere

I forgot to send clean clothes for Kenny to Nana's.

Megan forgot her flute this morning. The attendance lady knows me by name now.

Adam was excited to tell me that he did not receive a white note saying that he constantly talks and has called the teacher names (like meanie and urging her to write her notes faster with a "come on".)

I forgot to pick Kelly up from choir on Thursday afternoon luckily she called crying so she is still not there.

There is so much to remember when you are the mother of 7 children. And for me there is so much to forget. Last week by Friday I realized I had forgotten: to pick up Meg from a party, Kelly from choir, to take Patrick to band, send notes and probably tons of other stuff. I so need a rememberall!

5k Today!

Kelly got a stitch in her side so Mike carried her for a few blocks.

The family 5k fun run was at the church today. Nana and Papa took the bottom three children, Jon went Scouting, Patrick played video games and the rest of us were Fired Up! This year we did not take the short cut and Megan finished in 48 minutes and Mike, I and Kelly finished in 54 minutes!

Mary in a basket

I promise, she does have a room and a bed and shoes.

Boy: a noise with dirt on it

Kenny put the garden in his hair, on his face, in his pants... on the kitchen floor, when I tried to wipe him up right before dinner.

Motor Home Madness

We all had lunch at the Motor Home at Cherry Creek on Saturday afternoon. We had brisket sandwiches and baked beans- yummy. The children rode their bikes around and Adam even tried to ride a two-wheeler. Papa won the game of 31, Kelly came a close second. We played out in the tent and stayed dry, even though it was raining. We had to go back home around 3 in the afternoon, Kenny needed a nap and quick.

Look what's on TV

I was in the kitchen and Megan said that Kenny's favorite commercial was on. I looked down and he was mesmerized with watching the TV screen. I asked if it was the one where the baby learns to read the word belly button? No, it's the Turbo Snake. I look at the TV and people are snaking sinks and pulling out gross wads of hair. Kenny looks like he's ready to call the toll free number and order numerous snakes and ask if the hair is extra! Yuck.

Mean mom

I believe in a 7 o'clock bedtime. Until the child reaches 5th grade -10 or 11 years old, he/she is required to go to bed at 7. I don't require that he sleep in his car bed- the hall floor will do. I don't care if she wears pajamas- she normally doesn't. If anyone actually falls asleep at 7- usually not- but be in bed and don't come downstairs. Being in bed leads to good sleep and good sleep leads to happier children, and of course happier mom.

Everyone else I want in their rooms by 8:30- by that age they should know better not to bother my quiet time.

White dress

This morning I put on my temple dress to see if it would still fit. (It's a little longer but not trip worry.) I heard Kenny wake up so I went to pull him out of his crib. He stopped yelling and looked up at me like I was an angel. I wish I could have captured his expression.

Bread Winner

He makes bread, he bikes and he loves me! We eat about 6 loaves of bread each week and that doesn't count if I plan cheese sandwiches or french toast for dinner. He can make all 6 in the Bosch at one time, in about two hours and use a whole #10 can of wheat- got to love that.

The Gingerbread boy

Kenny has become the child that tries to run out of the nursery anytime the door opens. When Megan went to pick him up he didn't want to run (leave)- that wasn't as fun.

It wasn't my goal

Kenny finds out that soccer makes him cry.