It's a box!

Poor Dillon. He is SO bored when his boys are gone at school all day. Yesterday, he made himself a box costume. Yeah, he cut the cardboard for the arm holes by himself.
He's been running around in his costume all day. It's pretty funny when he falls and can't get up.

He's also been making lightsabers out of popsicle sticks. There are at least 42 of them kicking around the dining area. They each have a handle, a button to turn them on, and a different color of "glow". He turns them on and flips them over while making lightsaber sound effects, and then battles anyone who will put up a fight.

In other news, my house is falling apart as the dizziness continues. The doctor did some lab work today and ruled out anemia, and diabetes. (I wasn't too worried about either...) I don't have any current ear or sinus problems, so his best guess is a virus...which seems to have been going around in these parts. He gave me some medicine that has helped with the dizziness, but makes me drowsy, so I still haven't done too much housework. If it doesn't get better soon, the next step is a CTscan. I'm not really expecting it to get to that point.

I missed my window...

I have been dizzy for five days now. I'll be headed to the dr. today to pay them money to find out that they don't really know why, but that's beside the point.

Despite the spinning in my head, I HAD to do this little idea I saw on one of my favorite blogs, little birdie secrets.

At 11:30 last night I hauled my butt out of bed and painted footprints across the bathroom floor, and in the kitchen. Those trickly little leprechauns dyed our toilet water and our milk green.

Brayden and Caleb got up and immediately said, "Mom, you did that."

Then Dillon got up and was so scared he wouldn't walk into the bathroom, so I had to let him in on the secret. Apparently I missed my window of opportunity with this one.

If any of you want to try it, use WASHABLE paint (I like the kind in the big bottle that they sell at Michael's). It comes off very easily...even out of clothes. You just make a fist, stick it in the paint sideways, and use your fingertip to make toes.

Happy St. Patrick's Day Everyone! I LOVE a reason to wear my favorite color, and since I'm dizzy, my face will probably match today.

Oh, and Happy 50th to Aunt Joyce!

Spring Wreath

I've spent a lot of time online in the past little while, looking for a new wreath for my bedroom. In all my searching, I only really liked three of them...but not the prices.

So, even though I've never been very good at flower arranging, I bought some stuff at Tai Pan last weekend, and went to town with my glue gun just to save some money. I even cut the twigs out of my lilac bush.

I was pretty happy with the finished product until Caleb announced that "it looks like a nest inside a nest". Oh, well. I guess I'll hang a nest on my wall.

Does anyone know what the fruits are? I just liked the color...

Here's an unusual tag...but I think I'm up for it

The first 3 people to respond to this post will get something made by me. My choice. Made especially for you.

Restrictions and Limitations:
1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
2. What I create will be just for you.
3. It will be done this year.
4. You have no clue what it's going to be, because I don't even know what it's going to be!
5. I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.

The Catch: You must re-post this on your blog and offer the same to the first 3 people who comment on your post and agree to do the same!
So get ready for your mystery treat... but be prepared to share the love! Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you get when you get it.

*You know what? Forget the catch. I don't care if you pay it forward or not. I'm just makin' stuff for the first three people who comment. Just remember that "it will be done this year" can be interpreted in more than one way.

Lucky to be in love...with my best friend

Today is Todd's birthday. Happy 35th!

My brother Ben, whose b-day is today as well, pointed out this weekend that the government was cutting their special day short by an hour, but I think Todd has just about gotten over it.

After Dillon's "horse party" last week, I asked Todd what kind of party he wanted for today (you know how men love a good themed party). He sarcastically gave me his answer, and unfortunately it was not appropriate for the children, so we went with his second choice, a nap party.

Activities included taking nice long nap after church. It wasn't the boys' favorite party ever, but Todd and I liked it just fine.

I am one lucky girl to be married to this wonderful man. He honors his priesthood, is a great dad, a hard worker, is fiercly loyal, and quick-witted. I love the nights when we actually have enough energy to stay up laughing and talking. He is so, so good to me.

I love you, Todd. Thank you for you, and Happy Birthday.

What a coincidence...

Remember when I said that running into doors and getting stitches runs in our family?

We were just leaving ToysRus in Orem (yeah, three hours from home) when Caleb and Dillon decided to fight over who got to get into the van first. Caleb was pulling on Dillon's shirt, and then suddenly let go...I'm sure you get the picture. He hit his forehead on the van door and popped it open.

I called my friend V, who used to live in Provo, and she gave us directions to the hospital, where we spent our next two hours.

The triage nurse AND the doctor both thought they were going to have to use anesthesia to put Dillon to sleep, but I asked them to please try to stitch him up without it because I didn't want to stay overnight. They tried it, and Dillon did AWESOME! He didn't budge. The nurses and doctor were amazed, and I was SO grateful. A trip to the ER is going to cost enough already.

Dillon's "battle wound" is exactly the same as Brayden's, just on the opposite eyebrow. The doctor gave him 6 stitches, as well as two suckers, a sticker book, an old-maid card game, a bendable toy, a dinosaur ring, and a whistle. He was one happy kid leaving that hospital, and we were one happy family listening to that whistle all the way to our next stop...

Yoda

Dillon just walked into the livingroom and said, "Look Mom...I'm Yoda!"

He's wearing two nets from our "Elefun" game on his head,

and walking with a baseball bat.

It looks like our little Yoda has been snitching something...

perhaps he's not as wise as he looks.