What's in YOUR library bag

I think it's more than a little telling, the titles that came home in our library bag on Tuesday. See if you can match what we checked-out to the checker-outers:

• All God's Critters Got a Place in the Choir
• STAR WARS: Complete Locations
• The Spooky Sleepover
• The Rice Bible
• Confessions of an Unbalanced Woman
• The Sprouting Book
• Charcuterie: The Craft of Salting, Smoking, and Curing
• Clementine's Letter
• The Tale of Despereaux
• I Am a Mother

If you guessed

• Kelly
• Garrett
• Cassidy
• Kelly
• Kelly
• Kelly
• Rich
• Cassidy
• Ben
• Kelly

then you were correct. So in the next few days I'll probably have everything figured out, including (but not limited to) how to cook rice 4000 ways while growing sprouts in my own kitchen as I balance on an exercise ball and rejoice in the fact that I Am a Mother. Whew. I better get started.

P.S. What's in your library bag?

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Happy Birthday, S.J.

36

36. Hmmmmm.

I'd love to read 36 great books.
Or travel to 36 new countries.

I'd love to have 36 new pairs of shoes.
I'd love to have 36 children and have the patience, time, ability and money to raise them well.

I'd love to lose 36 pounds.
Or try 36 different flavors of cheesecake. Yum.

I'd love to sleep in for 36 straight days.
Or have someone cook dinner for us for 36 nights.

But what I'd really love is to celebrate 36 years with the best family in the world.
Thanks, guys.

So far in 2010

So far in 2010 I'm....

• reading The Thief Lord by Cornelia Funke and enjoying it more than I thought I would
• not exercising but I'm thinking about it (does that count?) Any ideas about how to get me motivated?
• excited about my two new appliances, a rice cooker and a new freezer
• loving reading scriptures in the mornings with B and C
• looking forward to my birthday on Sunday and Sam's on Tuesday
• enjoying my calling as Primary secretary, especially when I get to do sharing time
• ecstatic over my new HP netbook I got for Christmas
• thinking about working on projects such as learning real photography skills, family history, home decorating, food storage, and how to have diet and exercise not be the answer when you want to lose weight
• keeping up on laundry and dinner but not getting to baseboards and window blinds (and a million other things)
• wishing I were more organized, more disciplined, and more stylish (bet I fooled you on that last one)
• hoping to become better at so many things
• convinced my children are plotting my mental demise (it wouldn't take much) but I so thoroughly enjoy each one that I really don't mind (most days)
• listening to Rascal Flatts (always and forever), Taylor Swift, Brad Paisley, and I wouldn't mind going for a ride on a big green tractor, either
• happy, stressed, busy, worried, grateful, hopeful, insecure, unrealistic, ambitious, optimistic, and sometimes a bit sarcastic
  

The Looney Farm

Towards the end of a very long day, I found myself on the floor in my living room being mauled (lovingly) by my almost-one-year-old as my eight year old tested the volume output of our piano with songs she was making up on the fly and my five year old accompanied her by repeatedly jumping off the arm of the couch and beating a stick on the side of the piano every time he landed. The following conversation ensued:

Me: (For the love) "You guys are seriously going to send me to the looney farm!"

Them: (in unison) "Is it far?"

Starting tomorrow please forward any correspondence to Kelly King, c/o Looney Farm for Deaf and Deranged Mothers.

One of those moms....

As you can see by the pictures, our child is very advanced. (In case you can't tell, this is him taking 5 or 6 steps. In succession. Unassisted.)

He's so proud of himself. I mean, we don't really make a big deal of it or anything. The kids and I just clap and whistle and and sing and dance for him when he does it. No big deal, really. (I'm so glad I thought to pick up the burp cloth and vacuum the floor before I grabbed the camera).

And then sometimes he falls, but really, not that often. I mean, he is advanced after all. Pure genius. A prodigy.

He also says 3 words (count 'em, THREE): Kitty, cracker, and car. Rich insists this is an elongation of the truth but the truth is that Rich has never understood baby talk, and that's a cold hard fact. Often he requests my translation services, and that's for the 5 and 8 year olds.

As for Sam's other talents, he's quite adept at

• pulling all of his clothes out of his drawers
• eating trash and dirt off the kitchen floor, especially when I sweep it all in a pile just for him
• rearranging his sister's room
• eating crayons
• grabbing the cats by their tail or ears
• drooling
• turning off video game systems evidently "at the exact moment I was going to get the new high score and be crowned video game mega champion"
• "dancing" to music
  
• snuggling with mom and giving loves

How advanced is your child?