Not so pretty in pink

So, yesterday I dyed my hair. My natural color is mostly strawberry blond so I decided I would try to get as close as possible to it since I am tired of all the upkeep. Didn't turn out quite as expected. I don't really like my PINK highlights! Ok, it's not exactly like "Holy crap, she totally dyed her hair pink!", it's more like "There is something peculiar about her hair. Hmmm, I know, it's pink!" I suppose it could have been worse. I am sure this is what I get for trying to do it myself but I've never had any problems before. I didn't have time to fix it yesterday (had to go to my mother-in-law's birthday party). I love public humiliation. No one seemed to gasp in horror so either the lighting was very flattering or more likely, I think most of the people there are too nice to tell me the truth. However, my oh so sweet and comforting husband agrees that it looks PINK. I would let all of you decide for yourselves but I think I will avoid the paparazzi. Now if only I could avoid Wal-mart. Re-dye today.

Do something. Do anything.

What have I done lately?  I know I've been crazy busy and yet what is there to say?  I usually try to post on this blog at least once a week because I intend to one day print all these pictures and stories and memories and put them together into a book for my kids. (I figure the public nature of a blog should motivate me to keep better track of our lives since I have mommy brain and I otherwise would probably just forget everything.)  However, the last two weeks have been full of nothing but winter blah and despite the busyness of day to day life, nothing has been exciting enough to put into print.  So I won't waste time trying to up the entertainment factor here.  However, I did take a few random pics and thought I should do something with them besides just let them sit on my camera until they get erased.

Jack has been "hiding" in our extra closet all the time lately.  But he doesn't just hide in there, he reorganizes it.  He is a cleaning machine!  He's barely two years old and I think he already has OCD. 

Funny thing, about two seconds after I took this picture, the boxes he was sitting off were tipped off balance and he totally biffed it.  Am I a bad mother to think that's funny?  Probably.  But it's not like he was badly injured.

More hiding (this time in the laundry basket).  Problem is, he can't get in by himself.  So I always have to put him in it and then pretend I have no idea where he is hiding and then I have to sing our hide and seek song over and over and over...  at least one of us is having fun. 

After all that playing who wouldn't be exhausted. I love when he falls asleep in random places.

   

Our cats, Stimpy and Scout, are total gluttons for punishment. The kids really love the kitties and sometimes they love the kitties a little too much. Evidently, if you love a cat a little too hard they pee all over. Eve and her bed learned that the hard way.



I sure am thankful for indoor plumbing, arn't you?

Facebook Friends

Well, much to Kole's disappointment and despite his ridicule, I finally joined Facebook.  I am aware I am behind the times.  Kole and I both used to make fun of Facebook because everyone wants to be your "friend" even though you've probably never said more than 2 words to each other before. It always seemed strange to me. But curiosity finally got the best of me and I just had to jump on the bandwagon.  I suppose it was a necessary action in order to prevent myself from becoming a social outcast.  Maybe we can apply a little peer pressure to Kole and see if we can suck him into the Facebook abyss too.   Surprisingly, it has been fun to look up people I haven't seen- or really thought about in a long time.  No offense to any old friends out there.  It will be good to keep in touch with people who otherwise would have probably just faded out of my life.  Anyways, if you are one of my friends in real life- and if you are reading this blog, we can assume you are- feel free to look me up (and I will try to do the same) and we can be Facebook buddies too. 

Go Aggies!

This last Friday we took the kids to their first USU gymnastics meet (USU v Boise St.  We lost but it was still fun).  I love living so close to a university. There is always something going on.  Seeing all those girls flipping and twisting made me miss my glory days when I did gymnastics and I was actually in shape.  But now just thinking about doing that stuff again makes me hurt. 

Nevertheless, the kids enjoyed watching the show.  Well, Jack really just kept looking around for Big Blue, the USU mascot.  Jack thinks he's so cool.  I think Eve would disagree.  She ran into him by the food booth and when he offered her a hug she just clung to my legs and buried her head.   But at least she really liked the gymnastics.  She told me she wants to be like "those ballerinas."  Hmmm.  I loved doing gymnastics but I can only imagine how nervous it must have made my parents.  I don't know if I could handle the stress.  Gymnasts do a lot of dangerous stuff.  And I did get hurt a lot... 

I finally broke my wrist when I was 15 (a week before we moved from California to Utah) and so it was a good time to take a break from the sport, only I never went back.  But I did do tumbling for a while and then I joined the school diving team my junior year.  Just happens to be where I met Kole.  Who would have thought a broken wrist to could lead to so many good things.

On a side note, I survived my first month of doing Sharing Time at church.  In our ward each member of the primary presidency teaches for a whole month and then gets two months off.  Primary has definitely been a new and interesting experience, especially since up until about 2 months ago I knew absolutely nothing about primary.  Trial by fire, as they say.  It has been challenging but it is going better than I thought it would.  When they called me to be the first counselor in the primary I cried for a week and I was highly tempted to raise my hand when the bishop asked if there was anyone opposed to my being sustained.  But I am doing better now.  Over the last little while I have really gained a testimony that this is where the Lord wants me to be at this time (even if the reasons are not completely clear to me just now).  It's not a place I would have chosen for myself since I would not necessarily consider myself a natural "kid person" but I have faith that the Lord knows what He is doing.  I suppose when you get put in a situation where you have no idea what to do or what's going on, you really learn to rely on the Lord and you find that He enables you to accomplish things that you didn't think were possible. I just hope that the kids are gaining blessings through this experience and they don't have to just suffer through while I learn and grow.  Pray for us all.