I was tired today. All day long, I just felt like I was dragging. I was SO looking forward to falling asleep tonight. I rarely go to bed before one in the morning. It's pretty much unheard of for me to fall asleep before midnight. Tonight, around 10:30 I heard Drake ask, "You're not actually asleep, are you?" Problem was...I was. Note the word was and then note the time of this post. Granted, right now it's barely past midnight, but man...I was tired.

Anyways...I told Drake I didn't know why I was so tired, but I just couldn't keep my eyes open. I apologized because I knew he had been planning on watching a movie or something, but I was pretty much already back asleep before the word "Sorry" left my lips.

All of a sudden, I hear Ethan crying. I ask him what's wrong...hoping it's something as simple as, "Cole stole my blanket." No such luck. "I pooped my pants." Great. Get up, clean him up, thank God that you've been putting him back in a pull up because he's been sick and having a lot of accidents lately, send him back to bed, stumble back to your own bed, start drifting back to sleep..."Remember I said my mouth hurts? What can I do?" Clear head...remember Ethan saying something about his mouth hurts...tell him to drink some water...drift back to sleep.

All of a sudden, more crying. "What's wrong, Ethan?" "My bed is a mess!" Wake up...clear head enough to remember he pooped his pants...freak out that his bed may be covered in poop...remember that he was wearing a pull up and there was barely even a mess in it and there was no way it was all over his bed...walk into bedroom to find...VOMIT. ALL OVER HIS BED. How did this child neglect to mention the fact that he threw up all over his bed?!?!?!?!? A little poop in his pull up...worth screaming and crying about...throw up all over his bed? Meh...not so much important, I guess. Wrap blankets up in themselves, take off sheets, pray that it didn't go through to the mattress...thank God for mattress pads...put new sheets on, put new blankets on, put sick boy back to bed, throw everything in the wash, wash your hands to above the elbows in water as hot as it will get, contemplate showering, but realize that a shower will wake you up so much that you won't be able to go back to bed, crawl back in bed...figure out that you're wide awake. So, that brings me here. (Well, after a shower, anyways.) I was so excited about falling asleep before midnight, for once. I had grand plans of actually being awake and energized tomorrow. So much for that.

So, I go into my room today and see some double pointed needles on the ground. I think, "Hmmm...that's strange. What are those doing there?" Then stop...think some more...then immediately start to panic. SURELY those aren't the needles that are currently in the sock I'm knitting, RIGHT?!?!!?!?! I pick them up. I head to the basket where my sock is laying...or rather, was laying. It's not there. "Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap." Take a quick scan of the room and don't see the sock...you know...the one that I was well on my way to finishing...the one I've been working on for almost a week. Then I see it. The sock? Oh no...not the sock. The kinky yarn. Not kinky in a good way...kinky in the way that means it was once something knit...yes...that kind of kinky. I pick it up. I hear the patter of little feet behind me and before I even turn around I hear, "I not do it!" Only, it's in the tone of voice that tells you that she most certainly did do it. I turn around to see my sweet, angelic, beautiful two year old...with fear in her eyes. "I not touch dat...you say no touch...I not touch it. Efan did it." Enter Ethan. "Ethan, did you do this?" "Do what?" "This!" "No," and he turns and walks away...confirming what I already knew...he didn't do it. Otherwise, he'd be the one still standing in the room with fear in their eyes. "Hagen did it!" exclaims my two year old. Only problem is...Caitlin is still at school. She's been there all day. "Sera, did you do this? Did you take the needles out of my knitting and pull the yarn? Tell me the truth." "I sorry Mommy." She was so sad. That little stinker. She's lucky she's so cute.

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it's because I'm buried in a mountain of yarn. Caitlin had the bright idea that she wanted me to knit her a dress to wear to my brother's wedding in May. Of course, that means Emma wanted one too...and Sera...and since it would look strange for three of my girls to have the same dress and not the fourth, we had to throw Allie in there as well. So, we found the dress:



And they picked their yarn:

Caitlin:
Emma:
Sera:
Allie: (well, she didn't pick it...I did)


Of course, Caitlin has to be difficult and can't find a single color of yarn in the proper weight, and fell in LOVE with a yarn in a different weight, so now I have to go and do math. Ugh. According to Yarnhog, math lies...so, this should be fun. I think I'll make her dress last.

If, come May, I haven't resurfaced, it means the yarn has smothered me. :(

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Okay, so let me set the scene for you:

My family is sitting quietly in a pew during sacrament meeting during church. Someone is up at the pulpit, speaking. The congregation is pretty much silent...as they should be at this time.

My dad hands me a note, which I quietly read. It reads,

What does Christopher Robin find in the outhouse?

I quickly and quietly write back on the note,

I don't know, what?

and hand it back to my dad. He quickly scribbles something down and hands it back and it says:

Pooh

I start cracking up...people start staring. I can't help it...it was really funny.

There is my random memory of the day.

On Saturday, we took the kids to Monster Jam at Qualcomm stadium. They had SO much fun! We went for the pit party at 3 pm where we were able to meet the drivers, see the trucks up close, as well as see some cars from movies, watch some remote controlled cars do some pretty neat tricks and just enjoy some time walking around. The pit party ended at 4:30 and the gates for the event opened at 5. The actual event started at 7 pm and ended at 10 pm. After dealing with the traffic getting out of the parking lot and driving home, we got home around midnight. It was a LONG day, but SO much fun!

Here are some pictures that Drake took. I'm so in love with our camera (and lens). We had seats that were literally in the VERY top row of the stadium, yet you can see the words on the trucks in the pictures Drake took. Awesome! You can view the album to see larger versions of the pictures. :)

So, usually, I go through the blogs I read one by one to see if anyone has updated. I told Drake, "I wish blogger (the medium most people I read seem to use) would let you subscribe to blogs so I get emailed whenever someone new posts! He asked me, "Why don't you just use google reader and subscribe to the feed?" "Huh?" Now, I know what a feed is (I use it on Ravelry to feed my blog to my profile page) but I had never heard of google reader. I told him I wasn't interested because I just wanted something that would email me new posts.

I'm eating my words now and LOVING google reader! One page will tell me who has posted, give me a link to their new post and tell me what they posted! SO much time has been saved! Drake, as usual, was right. (Although....shhhhhh....don't tell him I said that!)

I kept wanting to post Friday, then again on Saturday, but I just couldn't. Instead I allowed myself to wallow and grieve. Friday would have been my dad's 57th birthday. Saturday would have been Isaac's 22nd birthday. I miss them both terribly. We lost my dad six years ago this April. In a little less than a week it will have been eight months since we lost Isaac. I wish I could say that the person responsible for Isaac's death has been caught, but sadly, he has not.

Happy belated birthday Dad and Isaac. I miss you.

Nope, not dead...just busy and on vacation! We just got back from visiting with my family for a week and a half. We had a blast. I miss them so much. This is supposed to be our last year down here in San Diego. Yeah, we'll see. It's supposed to be our last year EVERY year. Ugh.

Christmas was wonderful. The kids got lots of nice gifts. Good food, good company, just an all around great trip!

Some pictures from Christmas day:





This one is funny...can you tell who is winning?



I post this picture, not only because she's doing dishes (which is absolutely unheard of!) but because she is wearing a shirt that I used to wear...in highschool. My poor mom. She must have cringed when she saw some of the things I wore! A senior in highschool should not wear a shirt that apparently fits a nine year old.

All of my parent's grandkids got together and took some pictures:


That's a whole lotta kids! Granted, almost half of them are mine, but whatever. lol

So, the beginning of the new year has come and gone and I actually made new years resolutions this year! I know...the world may be coming to an end!

My two resolutions:

1. NEVER go on a diet again! You heard it. I'm not dieting...EVER AGAIN! I'm just going to focus on eating properly and exercising. None of this dieting crap...it never works for me.
   
2. Don't get pregnant this year! Seems like a strange resolution, I know...but you know me...that seems to be dang hard to do! lol I would say, "NEVER GET PREGNANT AGAIN!" but I reserve the right to want another child in the future...just not this year...or hopefully anytime in the next five years.

So, there you have it...my resolutions for this year!

I won't bore you with my knitting stuff because I plan on making another blahg for that.

Oh, I got Drake a new lens for his/our camera. It's WAY cool! He can take some awesome pictures with it. I can't. *sigh* Tara, when are we taking that photography course? My pictures look like caca!