Girls Adventures

One excited little girl




Plus six inches of Mommy hair



Equals a fun day and new hairdos for the Moore girls



Summer will be much more enjoyable now!

Practicing

Because everything is more fun with a chart and colored markers.



Mikey is preparing for a little concerto festival in a few weeks. We are trying to work on getting the piece perfect. I have a much greater appreciation for my mom and what she went through with all of us to get us ready for our various events. It is a lot if work but it is so worth it.

I'm grateful now for the lessons it taught me in hard work, commitment, achievement, and self worth ... even if there were times I hated it as a kid. Now I am learning some lessons of my own in patience, perserverance, dedication, with a little bribery mixed in for good measure.

Who knew piano could teach so many life lessons?

Why every Mikey needs a Grandma Lori

While Lexi thoroughly enjoys Grandma's knitted labors of love, Mikey also insists that Grandma Lori make him some items too. Some of them turn out not so cute ... While others are just great.

This sweater is one of his very favorite things to wear. He tries to wear it every single day in fact. And he gets really mad when it is in the laundry.

Today in honor of the beautiful warmth and sunshine he opted to wear shorts, "flips", and his favorite sweater to school. Some days I don't have enough energy to argue with that child.

To add to the affect he is also sporting his new Cars backpack from Grandma's New York trip.

Mikey loves you Grandma!

Why every Grandma needs a Lexi

Bad day

As I sit here waiting for my doctor who is perpetually behind schedule I thought I would take the chance to complain a little (which I seem to do a lot of lately, especially on Facebook).

Last night I ate too much. My mom took requests from everyone and so we had a shmorgesbord of random and delicious food. My belly rebelled against me all night.

We got home late and mike had to rush off to work a night shift so I got the kids to bed and decided to try to go to bed early. Please note that early for me is any time before 2 am these days. Well I forgot I had turned off the furnace earlier in the day to film a food storage video in our basement. I woke up freezing all night but couldn't muster up the energy to turn the heat on. At some point in the night I also developed a raging sore throat to add to my misery.

Combine the cold sleep and sore throat with a dream that I swear lasted all night long about my dog bubba having his legs ripped off and me carrying him in my arms all night trying to find a vet. I feel like I slept for maybe 5 minutes at best.

I awoke to an alarm at 7:30 because I had to be to the doctor in Orem by 9. Of course this is the ONE day that both kids sleep in. I got Lexi up and dressed and asked her to go wake up Mikey. She came back up and said "I can't find him on the top OR the bottom bunk" which of course sent me into a pregnant woman panic as I ran downstairs to look for him. He must have been cold too because he was completely nestled under the covers and hidden from view.

We rushed out the door with poptarts in hand and I got to do the most pleasant glucose test where you drink the nasty orange drink and then sit there for an hour. After the hour was up I got one of the nastiest and most painful blood draws ever. On a good note she got it on the first try instead of the 8th like last time.

I then proceded to go over to my doctor's office for a checkup. I thought for sure being at 10:30 am would avoid being behind schedule ...

And yet here I sit with only my iPhone for company, feeling starving, wanting a diet coke, and watching the time get late enough that Mikey will be late for preschool. Which pretty much foils my entire purpose of doing the appointment this early and doing the glucose test beforehand.

So I'm doing what any good mom and/or mom to be would do and blogging about it from my iPhone.

And THAT my friends is why I'm having a bad day!

-- Posted From My iPhone

Mikey's love notes

Five year old boys love their mommies. And I am saving all the proof. Here are a few highlights:

I found that one taped on the door when I got home one day. He worked on it himself while his dad took a nap.

Every day at preschool he chooses the "writing center" just so he can write me nice things.

I got this note attached to a delicious breakfast in bed.

I don't know who this one was made for but it sure wasn't me!

My boy loves me!

B is for Bojito

I do a little preschool with Lexi twice a week with some other families in our ward with kids her age. Yesterday was my turn to teach. I was reading a bug alphabet book (which was a real hit with the 3 year olds) and I got to the "B" page which looked like this:





I asked if any kids knew what that bug was. Lexi emphatically declared "That is a B for Bojito!!!" Just to be clear bojito is said with an entirely Hispanic accent with the j sounding like an h. And it actually means mosquito. And this picture is really a bumblebee.

There were so many things wrong with her declaration that I just burst into a pregnant belly laugh. Once I wiped my tears away I nicely told her "Yes Lexi, bojito does start with a b sound. Good job Loo Loo."