My Chicks

I'm standing in line at the Sam's Club snack bar trying to get a pretzel before I keel over and I'm watching the snack lady. She's hoppin' around, singing to herself and occasionally when someone walks by she knows, she looks up from making our pretzels and yells hello with a cute little joke and laughs so loud it echos through the entire store. I'm amused watching this lady's joyful expressions of life and I'm thinking to myself, "Is she really this energetic? How could she be this energetic?"
At that moment she turns to me and says, out of the blue, "I have so much energy I stay up till 3 am every morning and I'm 50 years old!"
I'm just starring at her thinking "Oh ya, well, I'm 33 and I feel like 50, so let me hop around and tell you all about it."
She continues to go on and on about how good she feels all the time and then she stops and looks around like she's come to a realization..."Maybe", she says, "it's because I don't have any kids."
AH HAH! The reason is discovered!
At that moment the words went through my mind of a sign I have hanging on my living room wall. It reads, "Motherhood is like being slowly pecked to death by chickens".
I don't know about other mom's...you know the one's that look so put together with unstained shirts and pants that actually fit, and have not only THEIR hair perfect but their kids' hair pulled up in a very creative sort of way with a matching bow. I don't know about them, they look like the snack lady with all the energy.
I on the other hand, feel very not-put-together while I'm dragging my kid off the display racks of a department store or trying desperately to hunt him down (with the help of security and all the doors locked) at the Logan Regional Hospital.
It's moments like this when that saying gets a little too real for me, like these little daily doses of Kryptonite are enough to slowly knock off Superman.
And I'm thinking, as the snack lady is wrapping up our pretzels, that a 110 year old grandma would have that much energy if she didn't have kids sucking the life right out of her.
Then I turn around, and sitting so perfectly in the cart are my three little chicks. They're not running wild through the aisles, they're just sitting there patiently awaiting their pretzels and looking so beautiful and perfect. Then I think about that 110 year old grandma who has all the energy she wants...but then again, she wouldn't be a grandma would she?

Learning The Hard Way

Last week we bought two 4 wheelers for the kids. We called it their Easter/Birthday/Christmas for the rest of their lives! They've been riding them every day since and love 'em!
Ashlyn's getting really good. We haven't worried too much about her, she's always been the one who likes to stay safe. It's Aaron, my little crazy man, that causes the ulcers.
Dave worked with him the first couple of days to make sure he was remotely safe. He picked it up surprisingly quick but he still could not help the temptation of speed. He would zoom, full throttle, downhill and turn as fast as he could. Until finally he rolled it. (Will our warnings EVER sink in?!)
Luckily he wasn't hurt, just a little shocked that he WASN'T invincible.
Needless to say, after his little brush with death you couldn't pay him enough to slow down. He'd be zoomin' all over and get to that hill and almost come to a complete stop. I think that crash was well worth the lesson!

LIfe

I think I'm the last person on the planet to start a blog. Actually, truth be told...I started this blog a year ago but spent more time trying to get my computer to cooperate than actually blogging. So, I admitted defeat and thought no more of my precious but very lame, blank blog.
Until just the other day I happened onto a blog of an old friend of mine. I read...and read...and wanted to read more. I found myself laughing. Laughing at these little experiences of life he was having. For someone who doesn't know him...you probably would think it sort of lame writing about a piece of popcorn stuck in your teeth...But I loved it! I loved it because it was life. And who writes about popcorn in their teeth?!
So a very bright idea entered my head. An idea that I thought was miserably defeated and buried. Strange as it sounds it felt sort of original. Even though people have been blogging for centuries it seems like. It was original for me.
Of course I had to call my best friend Jamie and ask her how to post words and make it cute...what you're looking at is her handy work. I was always really lame when it came to a computer. (I think it's getting worse with every kid I have)
In all reality, I'm doing this blog for selfish reasons. I need an outlet. And now that outlet is on the internet. And now everyone can see what a crazy, mad woman I am! (mad scientist laugh)
So, if there's anyone that even happens to read this, I hope you enjoy reading about my crazy, wonderful, sometimes freaked out life. What's more, I hope you take away that even through the mess, life is good.