Gingerbread Houses

Tonight for Family Home Evening, we made "gingerbread" houses. It was a delightful, and messy, experience. The above and below pictures are of Sophie's house. I put on the walls, and she did the roof and decorations. It looks like a bunch of bears just fell out of the sky and landed on her roof. She also went wild with the little tubes of icing. In case you can't tell, her favorite color was green.

The next house was created by Denny. For someone who often tells me how much he hates crafts, he really goes all out. His house includes shrubberies, a walk path, a door, windows, a loft, a chimney, smoke on the chimney, and grout. The man gets serious with his crafts.

Then lastly is my house. My house includes a door, windows, snow on the roof, a walkway (which Denny accused me of copying, even though I couldn't see the front of his house), grass, Christmas lights, and a single shrubbery.

All in all, we had fun. And to top off the night, my nerds sat and watched the Lego Harry Potter trailer about 100 times.

The Evil Dream Husband

I've always been one to have very vivid dreams, from the beautiful men of Grey's Anatomy to prehistoric times. Plus, I dream nearly every night. Ever since Denny and I got married, he's made his way into those dreams as a villain. You think he would be the knight in shinning armor, right? Wrong!


At first, I assumed it was just the crazy pregnancy hormones that caused my mind to paint him this way. Nearly two years later, and he is still twirling is diabolical mustache in my dreams. They are just dreams, right? Not to someone who makes up at 3 A.M., after their husband "leaves them for a busty blond". I've been known to glare at him, snap at him (I'm pretty sure I even punched him once,) right after I wake up and see him sleeping next to me.

A few of his crimes:

• Accusing me of being a lesbian, and demanding I admit it
• Leaving me for the busty blond and marrying her, while I was still preggo
• Trying to get me committed
• Just being an all around jerk
  

Lucky, I married a man who is pretty good at rolling with the punches (no pun intended). For example, this Sunday morning:

Me: You left us, without even saying anything.
Denny: I did not.
Me: In my dream! (I go on to tell him the rest of my insane dream involving Thumbelina sized people, talking cats, and a scrawny nerd who became my new husband.... why another nerd?!)
Denny: Well, why did I leave?
Me: You didn't think I liked you anymore. You didn't even ask! You just assumed, and left. You lived in some tiny room at your mom's, and I got the car and apartment. *smug smile*
Denny: You wouldn't get the car, I'd get everything I came in with.
Me: Well I got Sophie.
Denny: I'd at least get visitation, or I could fight for her too.
Me: You wouldn't... I'd run away with her to Mexico.
Denny: That's kidnapping.

And our conversation went on as such. His naturally contradictive personality lets him dive into an imaginary debate. Notice how he went straight for the defensive, instead of claiming temporary insanity.

My point? Debate crazed husbands + Insane dream having wives = interesting Sunday mornings.

College Mom

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That's right ladies and gents, the high school drop out is going back to school. I don't regret for one second that I left school to raise my darling little monster. Parents should raise their children, and if the mom can't be there, the dad should. I don't believe in having someone else raise my kid. Call me crazy, but I was the one to make her, I should be the one to care for her.

Now the stressful part comes. With me going back to school, someone has to watch stinky. I can only do so many of my classes online or in the evening. My dream job would be Pediatrician, but that is just way too much schooling, and time away from Sophie, than I am willing to sacrifice.

Psychology Major at Weber. Nursing Assistant at the DATC. I have to pick a major and school, then go from there. Money is going to suck. Being away from my family will be even worse. If Denny could be home with Sophie it would be that much easier, but sadly he works. Plus, both of our parents work. No winning. We'll fight that battle when we get to it I suppose.

Bring it on.

Swimming

Sophie came up to me this afternoon, carrying her floaties in one arm, and her swimsuit in the other.

Sophie - Swim, mom.
Me - I'm sorry, it's too cold outside.
Sophie - Swim.
Me - We can go swimming when it's warm.
Sophie - Mom. Swim.

Logic never works with toddlers. I wish it was warm enough to go swimming. Our apartments have a pool in the back, and she just loved it.

So what did I do while my poor little girl just looked up at me with her swimming gear? What any good mom would do... I threw it on her and plopped her in the bathtub.

She seamed pretty pleased. I'll have to take her to the Clearfield Aquatic Center sometime soon... or buy one of them plastic pools and set it up in my living room. I think I like option two.
Eventually she even found the bottom to my swimsuit (no idea where) and demanded that I join her. So we both ended up hanging out in the tub. (There will be no pictures of this - being as it's winter, and no girl actually shaves during the winter)

Thanks mom for the swimsuit you got Sophie,it came in handy. :)

Christmas Time

I love Christmas, but not until Thanksgiving is over. It drives me absolutely mad to have to hear Christmas carols the day after Halloween. Anyway... Thanksgiving has come and gone, so BRING ON THE CHRISTMAS!
Our stockings are hung over our tiny fireplace.
We kidnapped the tiny Christmas tree from my dad's house. I made some quick paper rings out of scrapbook paper. Last year our niece Melody made us some super cute ornaments with our names on them - so those are also hanging proudly on the tree. Tonight we will be making some more ornaments to hang. Yay family time!

Sidenote- Nearly all of the gifts are made (well the ones we are sending out). So you should see them before Christmas. :)