Happy Mothers Day

I found this as I was searching for somthing to add to the church newsletter this month....

You're Really A Mom When...
You count the number of sprinkles on each kid's cupcake to make sure they are equal.
You want to take out a contract on the kid who broke your child's favorite toy and made him/her cry.
You have time to shave only one leg at a time.
You hide in the bathroom to be alone.
Your child throws up and you catch it.
Someone else's kid throws up at a party and you keep eating.
You consider finger paint to be a controlled substance.
You mastered the art of placing food on a plate without anything touching.
Your child insists that you read "Once upon a Potty" out loud in the lobby of the doctor's office and you do it.
You hire a baby sitter because you haven't been out with your husband in ages, then you spend half the night talking about and checking on the kids.
You hope ketchup is a vegetable because it's the only one your child eats.
You find yourself cutting your husband's sandwiches into unusual shapes.
You fast-forward through the scene when the hunter shoots Bambi's mother.
You obsess when your child clings to you upon parting during his first month at school, then you obsess when he skips in without looking back.
You can't bear to give away baby clothes--it's so final.
You hear your mother's voice coming out of your mouth when you say, "Not in your good clothes."
You stop criticizing the way your mother raised you.
You read that the average-five-year old asks 437 questions a day and feel proud that your kid is "above average."

A Three Trip Project

We rate our DIY projects on the number of times we have to run to Home Depot during the project. Our latest endevour, building a pergola on the patio, only resulted in three trips. A number we consider to be a highly successful project. Sandpaper to fit the neighbors electic sander was the first, renting a more powerful drill the second. Our drill just was not going to make it through the six inch posts. And the third, I thought was going to result in," What on earth did you come home with a two foot metal pipe for??" Brian sends me to find an extention piece for the drill to be able to use a socket, and I come home with the metal pipe. I thought the guy at Home Depot was just not understanding what I needed, but in the end, he is the Home Depot guy, and they are generally right. Home Depot guy: 1, Teuschers: 0. The metal pipe was fitted on the end of the socket wrench to give more leverage on screwing the lag screws in. The drill, when fitted with a socket wouldn't have been able to get the screws into the think wood.

I'm sure everyone is thrilled to know they won't stub their toes on the metal post holders, which have been sunk in the patio for the last year in anticipation of this project. The kids toys had been strategically placed to minimize the stubbing. We just have to nail the rafters on top this weekend. Just.. is the operative word. We may have a six trip project by the time we are finished!

Spring Sing

Brandon's school had their spring concert this last week.( He's on the top row w/red shirt) It was a family picnic followed by the concert/variety show. We enjoyed a wonderful evening with unique and fun musical numbers. All the music was patriotic in nature whether towards the United States or the state of AZ. By the time the 1st graders sang, Andrew had fallen asleep on Brian (abt. 6:45p.m.). We neglected to think of the temperature drop after the sun set and sitting on the grass. Of course, we were all in shorts, t-shirts and flipflops. By the end of the concert we were all hudled under the picnic blanket and trying to keep Andrew covered who was laying on the ground. We'll just remember to be smarter next year. Unfortunately we weren't able to see Brandon as clearly as we would have liked. The girl in front of him had these huge bows on the top of her head! Girls!

A Three Year Old

Andrew turned "free" March 23rd. Apparently being three makes you a big boy, according to Andrew. (But according to Matthew it is when you get to sleep in a twin sized bed!! )



Andrew got to pick out his ice cream. He picked Birthday Cake flavor complete with ribbons of blue frosting and confetti sprinkled throughout. I tried to reason with him that another container might be a little more appealing to the taste buds. But he would have nothing to do with it. Deciding a royal tantrum wasn't worth it ( and I know many of you have direct experience with this, especially in grocery stores) we got birthday ice cream.


His favorite color is yellow so he asked for yellow cupcakes, with yellow frosting and yellow sprinkles. The easiest birthday cake I have ever made. He was delighted, and so was I!

Excuse the pictures I can't seem to rotate them and I got a duplicate... and can't delete them out of the post either. You can definitly call me the novice blogger!

What do Easter Dinner and Don't Eat Pete Have in Common

The thought of eating a nice Easter dinner didn't appeal to the boys. I mean why would it when there was plenty of sugar just waiting to be consummed? We didn't have all afternoon to eat, we had to get Brian to the aiport for business trip to CA.

The day before we had introduced Andrew to the utter joy of Don't Eat Pete. For those who are not familiar with the game, there are twelve squares on the board and each is covered by a piece of food ( we like to use mini M&M's). One person covers their eyes and the rest of the group chooses which square "Pete" will be. Once Pete is chosen the person covering their eyes then starts choosing pieces of food to eat, hoping to clear the majority of board before eating, Pete.

Finally after getting frustrated that no one would eat anything, and all Andrew could talk about is Pete. Brian decided to play Pete with pieces of ham and corn. ( of course, the rolls with butter and honey were consumed with out any cajoling) Twenty minutes later Andrew and Matthew's plates were clean. Brandon, didn't have a problem eating his dinner thankfully.

It was a good thing the Easter Bunny came at midnight- they were up and ready to go at 6am. 5:30 is way to early for the Easter bunny to come on a Sunday morning.