A Typical Sunday

1:00 church seems to be everyone’s least favorite time to go to church. I never liked 1:00 church because my little ones were either ornery or naughty due to their nap time being messed up. Now that my children are older – I love 1:00 church. I sleep in, Cameron makes breakfast for everyone and even cleans up, the kids play surprisingly well with one another, and we can lounge around all morning until the afternoon rush to get ready for church comes. 1:00 church also means starting the year out by not being LATE!

This is how it usually plays out….. last week all five kids were dressed and ready to go with 15 minutes to spare. Instead of waiting ever so patiently on the couch for me to put on my finishing touches, all five decided to play the latest greatest Jensen Olympic sport called Stair Jumping. Now, if you have never seen Stair Jumping, this is how it is laid out. Every couch cushion, bed pillow, and spare blanket in the house is arranged from the top of the stairs to the bottom of the stairs with the softest and largest pillows at the very end. The kids then proceed to jump, roll and fall down the stairs without hurting themselves. This is what they were doing in their Sunday clothes and their just combed /brushed/ blow dried /hair sprayed hair (yes, I still do all five hair dos – Makayla needs a little help with her new cut and Sunday is really the only day I make the boys gel their hair and I get to comb it).

Well, the hollering and cheering brought me out of the bathroom with half my face on to see the beginnings of this Olympic sport. In my strong commentary voice, I commanded them to put every pillow and blanket back and to get into the Suburban before I had my mascara on. Needless to say, after combing back several wispy hairs and tucking in shirts, we were still a tad bit late.

Hmmm, I need a plan….I was given a bag of Hershey Kisses by a neighbor (gotta love your VT) for Valentine’s Day. I tucked those little bribery kisses away to use for my plan on Sunday. With 10 minutes to church time, I gave Cameron the bag and told him the plan. What followed was five kids out and buckled in the Suburban before I even finished putting on my mascara. Ah, my plan worked all too well – no complaints. On the way to church, I congratulated myself and made a mental shopping list….

Milk – check
Chips for lunches - check
Hershey Kisses – check
Hey, maybe I should buy a 3 month supply.

I turned around just as we pulled into the parking lot and saw Trevor sucking on a mushed chocolate kiss on his finger – What!? I then saw smudge marks on the inside of his pants and around his month. How does 1 kiss make such a mess? Kerri didn’t get away unscathed either. Cameron bee lined to the boy’s bathroom with Trevor and I with Kerri to the girl’s bathroom in attempts to use paper towels and water for clean up duty – maybe I will add Shout wipes to my shopping list. We sat down just as the opening song was beginning. Sigh, late again.

No more kisses – figures!

Makayla squeezes in her piano time ever so diligently now that she is one of the pianists in YW on Sunday. Then she rushes back to bed – fully clothed to keep reading. I have never questioned her school reading log.

Jarin will usually lounge around in his room on the floor listening to books on tape. He’s in the middle of the Prelude to Glory series for the umpteenth time. He knows more about US History than I do.

Trev is the true ring leader with Rebekah and Kerri. They play so well together and will play for hours. Makes a mom’s heart just sing with joy!
My song of joy ended when I came back 5 minutes later to find this delightful mess. It never fails – the trio must end their playing by tearing down what ever project they so wonderfully built together.
Why?!

Cameron retreats back to the den after making breakfast; reads his Sunday lessons and then spends a couple of hours reading EMBA material while listening to Mozart to drown out the kids – what a true nerd.

Since I put an end to Stair Jumping before church, I happened to come upon this little picture. I can handle Disney Monopoly before church – good choice. I just have to put up a deaf ear to, “No way, I get Dumbo!” and “You cheated – Mom!”

Hair brushed, cheeks polished, shoes on – quick let’s go!

How do you spell Mickey Mouse?

We’re going to Disneyland!

Last March our family went to Disneyland for the first time. There was some anxiety and a couple of sleepless nights on my behalf about taking five kids to a crowded park. Dear Cameron took care of that by flying Lica (Grandma) from Virginia to come and join in the fun. It was the BEST vacation ever. Disneyland really is one of the greatest places on earth! We had such a great time that we are going again – yeah!
We had three options to choose from this year.
1. Cam and Jo trip: cruise or fly to England
(Cam had been working on me with that option for months).
2. Big screen TV and a tread mill.
3. Family Disneyland trip.

Option 1 did not appeal to me in that I would have to leave my precious darlings and travel out of the country. The fact that I would have to prep 6 freezer meals, organize life/home for Grandma to take over, and get a passport did not help.
Option 2 – who needs a big screen TV when we have ONE 26” television downstairs? Now that we have a converter box attached, we get more channels then we know what to do with (no cable). Besides, Makayla’s argument was, “We don’t even watch TV – why waste the money on one?” Good point. Although the thought of a new TV is fun and tempting, we shall refrain. As far as a tread mill…spring is just right around the corner – right?
Option 3 won hands down!

We decided to celebrate by heading to the Disney Store to buy our souvenirs now instead of at the park – big price difference. It just hyped us up and we are counting the days. My souvenir is the latest greatest Unofficial Guide to Disneyland 2009. Yes, I do have somewhat of nerd characteristics in me. It was such a great resource/guide last year that I will be using it again. We will miss Lica this year!
M – I – C – K – E – Y - M – O – U – S – E

Jarin's proclamation after waiting three whole days for us to be 100% sure that we were going to Disneyland. He went into the den and wrote on Cam's huge white board and then took a picture - he's not excited, is he?



Last year's fashion purchase. Unfortunately, the Disney Store mostly caters to the young and not so much to the young at heart. Lala will trust her luck at Disneyland. Perhaps she will find something cute on the net instead of paying full price again - too much like her dear ol' mom.



For a mother who donates stuffed animals to charity monthly, I don't know what I was thinking here. Jarin has always been my big bear since he was born - fitting that he would fall in 'like' (his word, not mine) with a big Pooh Bear.

Trevor just LOVES dogs. His array of stuffed animals on his bed consists of mostly dogs. He even still has his first and ultimate favorite little puppy he received at a baby shower, named appropriately as 'Puppy 1'. Bolt just took over the roost and claimed a large part of Trevor's territory to his delight.

Our true princesses.

Rebekah and Kerri KNOW that they are enchanting princesses and they tend to live life that way. Makes everyday magical in our home. They chose Princess Jasmine and Princess Pocahontas dolls to add to their collection. The tiaras came as a bonus for being princesses.

Just for fun...

To give you an idea of park prices compared to mall prices. Mickey and Minnie are booty from last year and cost exactly the same amount as Pooh Bear and Bolt (the dog) did together.

The Joys of a Preteen

Oh my Lala - how I love my Lala. This is the nickname Jarin gave to her when he was a toddler and couldn't say Makayla and it has stuck. Here are the Pros and Cons of having a preteen daughter....

Pros

1. She is truly an amazing beautiful wonderful person.

2. She is an example to her dear ol' mother in filling your soul with daily light.

3. She wears my shirts and sweaters - that must mean I am still trendy.

4. Built in baby sitter - love it - love it - maybe I love it a little too much!

5. She loves to read - I love to read.

6. She'll rub my feet for extra night time reading - yes, I take advantage of it.

7. She is starting to make dinners - yeah!

8. She is my big helper and always reminds me of my 'Don't Worry - Be Happy' song.

Cons

1. She rolls her eyes at me - drives me nuts!

2. She acts like me when she gets mad - drives me double nuts!

Cam just laughs - he thinks it's funny.

3. I get older and not so wise as she grows.

4. She thinks she can get her hair cut anyway she wants and look older.

There are not many cons - she's too good to be true. I've been told that she may loose her brain for a couple of years soon - then I may have to worry.

Love you La!

Lay Up Shot - Foul!

Commentary by LaLa: Dad broke his leg. Here's the scoop: Dad was playing basketball and going for the basket when he stepped on some body's foot and tripped. He broke his foot. So while he was relaxing on the lazy boy. Rebekah and Kerri decided to decorate him. Hee hee hee! Anyways, the girls love to decorate their beds, and now they can decorate dad. They also played doctor, too bad I had to go to school or else I would know a lot more. Dad is hobbling around in a big, funky cast. Poor Dad. Get well soon! (This happened 1 1/2 weeks ago.)

Update by mom: Cameron came home from morning ball (his favorite form of exercise - I think he is just living the glory days from way back then like Uncle Rico in Napoleon) hopping into the kitchen with a grim face. I was downstairs working out and was not in the mood to stop and baby my poor husband even after he told me he probably broke a bone or two in his foot. Dear Lala took care of him (hence the frozen hash brown bag on his leg) until I felt bad for not giving my wifey support. Sure enough Cam's ankle was as big as a big plastic kid softball. He got babied by the girls and felt better. Cam found out that he had a hair line fracture in his right foot. No ball for a while. His mom said he was too old to play ball anyways - eh, I don't think that will stop him.

14 years ago: Cam broke his little toe and the talus bone in his right foot playing morning ball. He came home as I was getting ready to go to class (SUU days). I was brand new pregnant with Lala and told Cam to shake it off - I was as nice as a pregnant lady could be. I really thought we were made of iron those days - maybe we were. Cam walked to campus and back for six days and saw no improvement in his foot. We were so poor with no insurance that the idea of seeing a doctor, let alone the emergency room was not an option. Fortunately, we found a great foot doctor that saw Cam and couldn't believe that he had been walking on it - no wonder he was still in pain. He was fitted to a walking boot and told he wouldn't play ball for 1 year. Wish I had a picture of that time. His Grandma told him then that he shouldn't be playing ball because he has a family to think about - Ha! That didn't stop him for 14 years.

He's on the mend now and hoping to be back on court in three - six months. I hope so too. I just love to go to his games and watch all the guys lick their fingers and wipe them on the bottom of their shoes for traction - yuck! Must be a guy thing. Go Cam!