Last month.....

Bailey came over to play ALL DAY LONG with Maddy. It was glorious. I didn't hear even one time "can I watch something" nor did I see any poutiness from a bored 10 year old. Bailey is coming over on July 14th to play (which is also, if you ask Maddy "Cow appreciation Day") Bailey needs to come over sooner than that. We love Bailey.

One of the activities they did was going to get their faces painted from my friend/neighbor who wanted some practice. She has been, and will set up a booth every weekend at various town celebrations. Santaquin has Orchard Days, Provo has the Freedom Festival, Payson has Onion Days (but I still don't know why). She needed some willing faces. We had 3.


Don't ask me why they're smiling all weird like that. Maybe they don't want to crinkle their artwork.


Ruby wanted pink and purple with sparkles, imagine that.

Did I mention, We Love Bailey.

Bailey, Mads and even Ruby did other stuff that day, as you can see, they played in the water, but this was the only thing exciting enough for me to get the camera out.

The End.

Easter brunch 2009

Only I'm writing about it in July. Go figure.

Every year Max's Mom, Heidi, hosts a super dooper Easter brunch. She makes all sorts of yummy things to eat and her table setting and decorating is flawless. How could we top her? This is what we did to try.

FACE PAINTING






Ruby went first. Her first victim - I mean - client.


Lets start with a sun shine.



And then cover it with some black.

And then have Aunt Meghan draw on some fish bones.

I'm VERY creative.

Gimme some spinach.

Awhh. How sweet. What every Mom wants, a tattoo just for them, on their toddler.

The finished masterpiece. A group effort.

I'm so good looking, perhaps I'll pose.

Who wouldn't want a husband with a snake "tattooed" on his chin.

Typical. All scoundrels must apply an even coat of soda pop shaped lip gloss.

"nanu nanu" Not that she has any idea who Mork and Mindy are.

Another scoundrel. There everywhere!

What fun would it have been if the Mom didn't get painted too?

These are our "MEANEST" faces. You scared?

And our loveliest faces.

You wanna piece of us?

We didn't think so...

a weekend in the life...

Saturday morning was very successful. The girls washed the bathroom. With involves them changing in to matching "work" outfits. They got the tub wet, poured COMET in it and scrubbed with sponges - on their feet. Their method takes a REALLY long time. But since I don't have to do it it is sooooo worth it. Plus, it is something they love, and can do together - with out arguing. EVEN BETTER.

Elasta Girl washing off her legs. She really gets into her work.

While the girls were on bathroom duty, Mr Smith and I were making mischief in Roos room. NOT THAT KIND!

We were taking down Roo's toddler bed and bring up her "big girl" bed. Which looks similar to a twin mattress and box spring on the floor.




Her first reaction to her new bed - after the camera was ready.

Her second reaction, Which involved JUMPING like crazy. She was super excited. If we could all be as happy with something as simply (or lame) as a mattress on the floor.

I asked her the next morning, if she fell out of the bed in the night and she said: "yeah, it was funny".

After our inside jobs were finished, we headed outside to finally take down the Christmas lights. Saturday was so warm and sunshiney that we didn't even wear jackets. Mr. Smith worked in the garden for a bit and the girls road their scooters. Elasta Girl had a spill and skinned her knee. Which was about the end of the world for her, until we distracted her with the job of holding the Ziploc bag of Christmas light hangers. Crafty, aren't we?

We had lunch and then Mr Smith took the girls and his sis Meghan fishing. I didn't go with. Yippy. And since this is my blog, that is all I'll say about the TRAUMA of me not going with.

I ran errand instead. Alone time, all by myself. It was glorious.

Sunday, the girls and I went to church. After that we went to Mr Smith's parents house to visit the Grandpa who had back surgery on Friday. He is doing rather well. Somehow, we got conned into staying for dinner. It was delicious. And somehow, Meghan got tricked into face painting.

Now it's Monday and Mr Smith is gone working far far away for the whole week. And that's lonely.

THE END