Bailey the beautician

I wasn't a bad kid growing up. I didn't make my parents worry too much. The one thing I did do, was cut my siblings hair. I remember when I was like 12 I cut my little sister's hair (she was eight) anyways I had her convinced it was darling until she walked out of the bathroom and greeted my family. The first words out of my mother's mouth where, "what did you do to your hair?" Apparently, it is payback time. Bailey cut Kes's hair last Thursday night. I can't find my camera--so I couldn't even take a picture but it is short...earlength! I took her to the beauty shop to fix it the next day and she got a short bob. The lady fixing her hair said--"you know your daughter actually did a pretty good job cutting her hair--she might have a future as a beautician!" Of course I didn't tell Bailey that--or we might have a repeat performance! Anyways, she turns out she didn't need any additional encouragement--when we were at church Sunday--people where complimenting Kes on her haircut, and Bailey spoke up and said, "I did that haircut!"

My thanksgiving Angel

Yesterday I was driving to a doctor's appointment in Miles City. The day was going smoothly. I had gotten the kids off to school and Kes and I were headed down the road. I was actually running 15 minutes early. Gasp! Anyways, all was going swimmingly and we were 30 miles down the road when Kes (who hadn't eaten much breakfast) got car sick and threw up large quantities of curdled milk (she loves milk and that and three bites of beagle where all she ate for breakfast). Anyways, I was completely unprepared that. Fortunately, we where almost to the Forsyth turn off (which is the only town between Colstrip and Miles City). I pulled into the Town Pump gas station and assessed the situation. No extra clothes. No wipes. Just two towels and a damp swim suit which had not been brought in from the car from swimming lessons the night before. Kes had taken off her coat in the car, so that was not barfed on. But her shirt, sweater, pants, and undies where all saturated with vomit. I took her inside to bathroom and sponged her off as well as I could. She didn't have chunks anymore but she was still soaking wet. I took off her shirt and sweater and put her coat on her. still her pants where very wet. And we have snow on the ground here--so it wasn't like she could just go in her coat. I went to the front and asked the cashier for a bag and if there were any stores that sold kids clothes in town. I got the bag, but there was no luck on the clothes situation. I was about to give up and leave her in her wet stunky duds when a lady who worked there overheard our conversation. She said she had a daughter who lived five miles out of town who had a three year old son and could probably help. She called her daughter (who was in town dropping off her son at preschool) and got her to bring some clothes. Then she gave me a bucket of warm soapy water and a rag to wash out the car seat. (which might I add, was a most unpleasant job--as it was all over the car seat and had even leaked on the seat). I was starting to stress because the daughter hadn't arrived and my appointment was in fifteen minutes forty miles away! I told her that I would just have to go--and explained my predicament. This wonderful woman--pulled out her cell phone dialed the doctor and gave it to me. Hence I was able to reschedule for later in the day. Then the daughter came (after driving 15 miles out of her way and brought me clean clothes). So she had a 7 year old daughter and brought me a dress she had outgrown as well as some boy clothes. Kes (being super girly) chose the dress. It came to her ankles and I had to roll up the sleeves but Kes loved it. The lady told me to keep the dress because her daughter had outgrown it so she was getting rid of it anyways. (On a side note, I tried to replace it with something that actually fit her when we went to Walmart but she said "no, I love my beautiful dress."so she wore a huge dress all day that smelled slightly like barf.) I just have to say there are wonderful people out there! On another side note...my doctor's appointment went well...my due date is June 21st!

Do I really have any secrets?

I was telling my sisters about the latest "adventure" with the kids, and they both suggested I blog about it. I at first didn't want to as it is embarrassing but the more I thought about it the more I realized that I blogged about drinking urine...can't get any worse than that really. So all five of you who follow my blog, here is another good story.
Friday evening our kids where playing in the office while Levi and I where vegging in front of the TV (as is our exciting Friday night ritual...get a movie and watch it---we are too tired to do anything else). We heard a lot of giggling but again the tired factor kicked in and we didn't check on them. That is until Bailey came waddling out. She had peed her pants. What the heck! This is my six year old daughter mind you....and then the story came out.
Bridger had gotten the "brilliant" idea to copy his bum on our printer/copier. So he sat down (all fifty pounds of him) mooning the copier and produced a replica of his bum. Bailey was giggling hysterically beside him (and always one to wait till the last minute to go potty) lost control and peed her pants (also on the printer). Our printer--not meant to have 80 lbs resting on it or to be used as a urinal-- stopped working. I was furious. I still don't see the humor in it--but everyone else I tell seems to think it is funny.
You decide...funny or horrific?

tooth fairy....guilt

So Bailey lost her second front tooth a few days ago. That is three teeth she has lost in like three weeks! The going rate for a tooth around her is a dollar usually. Anyways, I don't ever have cash in my wallet, and lately, Bridger has been big on earning money for a toy he wants so I've been using the quarters in my change jar to pay him. Also, I should add, that once my children fall asleep for the night--I am pretty much done for for the day too. So, I rarely remember small (but important) things like a little tooth waiting under a pillow! Levi does however--and usually has a couple bucks in his wallet to boot. Hence, he has become this home's "tooth fairy." But this particular night, he forgot as well. Bailey woke up the next morning and was frantically searching under her pillow--which only resulted in finding her tooth! Whoops! Tears. Heartbreak. The tooth fairy forgot! I hugged her up the best I could and then promptly forgot all about it. But our real "tooth fairy" found out about it and apparently felt very guilty. The next morning Bailey got an envelope from the tooth fairy--in tiny fairy script a little note read, "Sorry I didn't make it last night. It was a very busy night for collecting teeth. To make up for it is a little extra money. Love, the tooth fairy" In the envelope was FOUR DOLLARS! I exclaimed, "holy cow, four dollars!" I was thinking great this just set a new precedent for late tooth fairy money. Bridger apparently was thinking that too because he said, "wow, I hope the tooth fairy forgets my tooth next time!"

Wasp nest....

My life holds few distinctions. So when we found an enormous yellow jacket hive in our back yard, Of course I am going to blog about it! Ironically, this summer had not been bad for wasps--then they came out in a blaze in about September. I kept walking around the house looking in the eves for nests, but never did find one. One day I was outside when I happened to look up and watch a yellow jacket's flight path. It flew straight into a huge nest at the top of our hedges. I hadn't seen it before because the leaves blocked the view. But with the leaves falling, we could see it. I would like to go on the record saying that I wanted to just leave it for a few weeks till we had a good cold snap and they died on their own. Levi felt we should be a little more proactive about it. He read that they can't fly if it is below 50 degrees outside. So last Saturday morning, when the temperature was about 30 degrees he and Bridger went out cut it down, saturated it in lighter fluid and torched the dang thing. I refused to join in the "fun" as I figured once the nest started burning, it would quickly warm up to past 50 degrees and I envisioned a swarm of wasps coming out to get me. The boys came in elated. Two of their favorite things...danger and fire.

Fall frenzie

So it has literally been a month since I posted anything new. It has been a little busy around here. I have been coaching Bailey's soccer team and just started being a den leader for Bridger's scouting den. So here is a few of the fun things that happened in September (with a couple of pictures too)! Levi had his birthday and got his CMA and got a promotion--yeah! Bridger is LOVING Mrs. Fay and has recently informed me that he will be going as "Boss" this year--next year I will be able to call him Bridger again. Bailey is loving kindergarten, friends, etc. She just lost her front tooth! Kes is loving having my undivided attention (when I am not babysitting) and playing with Wally when I am watching him. She has recently also informed me that she is too busy to take a nap. (Sorry--she'll have to push Barbies back till after nap). :) I have been busy with canning and raking leaves and who knows what else--definitely not blogging!

I threw away my scale this morning...

I threw away my scale. It is broken. It is weighing 10 lbs heavy (Levi agrees with me--I'm not just in denial about my weight). And of course, weighing someone ten pounds heavy is not to be tolerated! Of course, if it was broken the other way and weighing 10 lbs light. I would keep it forever and cherish it! You see then if you went to the doctor and got weighed you could say..."hmmm...this can't be right. My scale at home says...." Yes, if I had a scale that weighed me ten pounds light I would cherish it. If we ever had a house fire it would be the children...the family pictures...and the scale! (I would of course conveniently forget that it isn't telling me an accurate number!) But--sigh--my scale is broken the other way. So after getting on this morning, being shocked and depressed before remembering that it was broken--I decided that I didn't to put myself through this once a month (when I get brave enough to weigh myself). So I just picked it up and threw it away. I must say very refreshing! And bonus, I found my lost good eyeliner! All in all, a good way to start the day!