Nine months in/ nine months out.....

It's true, The Daisy Renee is 9 months old. She is doing all sorts of naughty things. Maddy tells her "that's WRONG Daisy" when she does them, cause it is.



Some of the naughty stuff she does is, She started rolling around EVERYWHERE at 4 months, crawling at 5 months, pulling herself up to standing at 6 months, standing up in the middle of the room with out any help at 8 months and at 9 months has taken many steps, many times. The most we've counted is 8, no 11 no, a lot of steps in a row. She also does all this stuff at high speed. She acts like She's had a few cans of Mountain Dew.....which she hasn't.......just to be clear.

Oh, and she has 6 teeth. She got her 2 bottom ones first, then 2 top ones, but not the 2 middle top ones, the ones next to those so she was vampire baby for a couple of weeks before her 2 top middle ones grew in. She's 19 lbs 9 oz so she's gained exactly 10 lbs in 9 months.... I wish I had only gained 10 pounds in 9 months.

Holding Uncle Heed's hand at 7 months. How cute is that? It's super cute. That Uncle Heed, he's a big softy.

Patriotic pedicure by Dad at almost 8 months. Yes Dad.

7 months. She just thought of a funny joke. Or maybe she has a prize in her drawers.
Or maybe, she knows something we don't...

Almost 8 months with Dad and his Mt Dew shirt. Yummy yummy. She probably likes that shirt cause last fall I wore it to Bunko (8 months preggers) when my friend told us to wear our favorite "team" clothes. GO Team DEW. We don't watch sports and I'm pretty sure I don't look good in Camoflauged.

Just an 8th month old face. Wondering what Mom is doing saying "Daisy, Daisy, Daisy look over here. No over HERE. DAISY!". That's wrong. I think she can say "mama" cause sometimes she'll speed crawl after me saying "ma ma ma ma mamamamamamamama" But that could maybe be coinscience. She also said "Hi Dad", plain as day, about a month ago, but we aren't counting that for real.

She likes to crawl (at the speed of light) under things. Then get very stuck. How much do we love that her name is Daisy? There are Daisy things to buy EVERYWHERE. Don't mind the bag of trash in the background. We like to leave it there so she'll play in it.

Her family likes to put her IN things to keep her stationary for a few seconds. She might be trying to figure out how to call "the people" that help children who are being abused....... Does being put in a laundry tote count as abuse? At least we don't push her down the stairs in the laundry basket like my brothers did to me.

Her 9 month picture...... I sat her in the middle of the floor so I could take a nice sweet picture of her and by the time I got my camera from my hand to my eye, this is what I saw. Lightening fast and a bit rotten.

Afterwords, I got this fine picture. She doesn't sit still for anything!

We sure love this kid. Maddy's new saying is "oh Daisy, I love'a cause a coot" It sounds better when Maddy says it.

We do love'a. Daisy and you are coot.

The end.

PS You may have noticed that I've lost my funny bone. It is due to financial stress and a messy house and perhaps too many hours in the house with my children. School starts Monday.

The end.

Sisterly Love....

Max took the girls camping over the weekend. This was one of the pictures they text ed to me....


Maddy swears that Ruby asked her to cover her in wet sand......

On to bigger and better days....

Yup, our little Ruby Ru graduated from Kindergarten!

The poor little crumb ball was so sick, but she wasn't about to miss graduation -- and the last day of school. I don't remember what sickness she had, but we deemed her un-contagious and off she went.

Ruby and her super great teacher, Miss Halter. She was a bit strict and not as sweet as the other Kindergarten teacher, but in her defense, the other teacher could be in a Disney movie.

The walking to shake hands and receive her diploma picture. I was miles away and have since learned about shutter speed.

Since Ruby didn't feel ever so well, we stayed home for dinner and celebrated by decorating sugar cookies.

(that boy sitting next to her is Preston Carr-- he's in our ward and Ruby wrote in her daily journal about 6 different times saying "I like Preston". "Preston is my friend". "I love Preston" and other things like that. Maddy pointed out that Ruby only said she liked Maddy one time :)

Some things about Ruby and Kindergarten:

She's naturally funny, but doesn't really like people laughing at her. (who does)

She's taller than Maddy was at this age and wears stuff Maddy wore in 1st, 2nd or 3rd grade.

She was the only one in her class to score a 100% on her end of year testing!!

She doesn't LOVE reading.

She LOVES being read to. or too.

She'd rather do anything than go shopping. Even if we're buying stuff for her.

She learned to tie her shoe. But hasn't learned to ride her bike.

She LOVES to pick up and hold Daisy.... Daisy does NOT love to be picked up or held. BUT... Ruby can make Daisy laugh the fastest out of anyone.

For her birthday, she wants a water party, and She's been planning it for months.

She's so sweet, and is always making random crafty stuff for us.

She's messy. She's been called the Tasmanian Devil by her mother.

This year, she stuck a Lego up her nose.

She's ALWAYS cold unless she's HOT.

She never (and I mean NEVER) clears her dishes after meals.

She's a really super kid.

First Grade doesn't have a chance.

funk-ity funk

I'm smack dab all out in a funk. Not just about blogging, about EVERYTHING. Housework, cooking dinner-lunch-breakfast, laundry, phone calls, housework, being nice, money, bills. And also, housework.


My crabbiness might be caused by my extreme lack of sleep. Not by my baby, but by my own self. I've been dreaming terrible horrible no good very bad dreams which make me wake up and nearly hyperventalate from fright. I won't bore you with the details, since I have inherritated my Mom's aversion to listening to other peoples dreams, but I will tell you that one of my dreams involved me running my car off the side of a bridge. And for the rest of the night - and all the next day I tried to figure out how I would save myself and what I would do if Daisy were in the car and why would I have left my purse in the back seat and do cell phones work under water.........


Today the girls and I were watching Yard Crashers (they never do what I would want them to do) when a Fathers Day comercial came on. It showed a Dad getting a sliver out of his little girl's foot and he said "this is why we wear shoes" I looked at Ru and said "YEAH Ruby, except for it's the Mom who gets all the slivers out" and she says, without missing a sassy beat "yeah, except for when you're SLEEPING". That KID.


Also, Daisy started to crawl--- at 5! months. Then after that, she learned to sit up.
Then she got 2 teeth, after that, she started pulling herself up to standing! And if that wasn't enough I found another tooth yesterday. It's been rough around these parts.



Maddy just wants to be a grown up, and thinks we need to go to (the clothing store) Forever 21. I tried to tell her that store was for older ladies who would like to be younger, not for eleven year olds who want to be older. Also, she is a reader pants. She reads stuff that I never would cause I wouldn't be able to follow the story.....don't tell her that. She thinks I can, and KNOW everything.



The end ...for now. I might blog about "6 months of Daisy" before she turns 7 months (but thats in 4 days) so maybe not.

Blogger won't spell check so I hope you've all had a good laugh.

Peace out

wats goin' on round these parts....

My all time favorite (of the moment) picture of my little Daisy. Taken by Maddy. It's printed and framed on my wall. It's a shocker -- I know. I actually have pictures of all 3 of my children on my wall.

This kid is growing by leaps and bounds. This is what she looks like most of the time..... it really chaps my hide.

Yes, my friends she is trying her darndest to CRAWL. If you notice the date on the picture it's her 5 month birthday. I usually just take a face picture on her monthly birthday, but this month I took some of her doing this. Also, she started out on the blanket. We've since upgraded to a larger one. She also, enjoys moving just off any blanket and spitting up on the carpet. It's her favorite thing.

As you can see, I've been making baby food for Daisy. Probably you don't want to stick a wooden spoon in the blender while it's blending. Probably not......curses.

Peas and carrots, carrots and peas covering a 5 foot square area (underside of cabinets and microwave included)

Also, baby D enjoys eating her toes. She is SITTING upright in her highchair. Every morning while Max is changing her diaper (YIPPEE), he asks D if he can borrow her leg since her toes are always in her mouth. It pained me to do it, but I took her toe nail polish off. It didn't seem like a good thing for her to be eating.

These clowns are preparing for the end of the school year. Maddy is knee deep in end of year testing and Ruby is starting to bring all her cute artwork home. Ru planted a sunflower for a Mother's Day surprise but it got bent at school and broke clean off. She was very "pitiful Pearl" about it until she remembered she had a card for me.

And last, but not least, this little bundle belongs to my cutest friend, Shaunell. Calais (I don't recall her middle name) was born April 12th. She's perfect and and I was the first one (besides her parents and the nurses) to hold her. Sometimes, it payes to go to the hospital. I'm probably her favorite. I was so happy for Shaunell that I cried as soon as I hugged her....Which made her cry. Even better, her hubby got it all on film.

That's what's been going on. Well that and a bunch of stupid no Internet ruckus. I'm over it.

The end.

At least I didn't cry....

Last Tuesday was my 37th birthday. On that day, Ruby said, "I hope you don't cry all day, like you did last year."

She is NOT my favorite child.

The end.

PS Last year, on my birthday, I was 8 weeks pregnant. This year I have the most darling, sweetest BABY on the planet. (the Ruby is slipping in the ratings)

The end....again


PS....again, I didn't get birthday shelves like the past 2 birthday years, I got a storm door so I can shed some light to our dungeon of an entry.

The end for reals.

Maddy's around here somewhere....

We haven't forgotten about her, she's just not as care free as the 4th grade Maddy. This 5th grade business is kicking her trash. Her teacher (whom we adore) thinks that pestering his students about assignments is bad, he thinks they should turn them in on time without any reminding..... This gives Mads quite a bit of anxiety since she doesn't want to miss or turn in anything late EVER. She also tries to do all her assignments in class. She told me a few weeks ago that she hates Friday's because that's the day everything is due and "what if I miss something". Mads is a gem of a kid. Also, that same teacher (whom we still adore) gave her full credit on some assignments she hadn't finished from when she was sick all those days back in Jan/Feb. He was filling out report card for SEP's and he told her he knew she would get them finished, and he wasn't worried. I was a little worried.

Max's mom (whom I adore) had a birthday dinner for Mads. She made her chocolate cakes with a cheese cake filling. NOT TERRIBLE AT ALL. Her presents were BOOKS, her favorite.

Mads and Baby DAISY.

Max and Maddy went to a Daddy Daughter Date for Activity Days (HOORAY since I am released and didn't have to help). They made this "hot air" balloon contraption. They also made paper airplanes and had a contest to see which one flew the farthest and best...... theirs didn't win. . . . . too bad.