Saturday Night's All Right For...

By the way, we called 911 3 times on Saturday. I think this has to be some kind of record. Along with my 3 calls to 911, I filled out 2 police reports.

Happy Birthday to Abbey

Yesterday was Abbey's Birthday. I told her I would make what ever she wanted for dinner or we could go out to eat anywhere she wanted. I figured we would be going to McDonalds, but she chose to go to Rumbi. We've only been there a couple time and I don't think she really cares too much for the food, but every time we go she likes to call it Ru Ru Rumbi and she repeats it over and over and over. So when asked what she wanted to do for her birthday dinner she said Ru Ru Rumbi.

On Saturday we had a birthday party for her. This was her first "friends" birthday party. The theme was a pretend sleep-over (thanks to Kim for the great idea) the girls wore their pajamas and brought their sleeping bags. Itwas so much fun!



When everyone got there we watched a movie and ate popcorn.





They played musical sleeping bags. This game was a hit. Mylie was the very first person out, which didn't go over too well.


Music stopped, everyone in a sleeping bag.




This was supposed to be a balloon relay where you have two teams and you run to the other end of the room and sit on the balloon to pop it, run back tag the next person on your team. Repeat. So on and so forth. Balloons these days are a lot stronger than they used to be so we ended up having everyone bounce on their balloon and the first to pop wins. It went on for nearly five minutes. It was funny to watch. Notice some girls are plugging their ears.

Balloon pop video



I made journals and the girls decorated them with foam stickers and jewels.

This is the little kid table.

Opening of the presents. Can they get any closer?


Singing Happy Birthday. Abbey was funny to watch while we sang, I could tell she was embarrassed. (you can kinda tell in this picture)

Happy Birthday Abbey!

Early and Late

The other day Abbey was talking to me and I thought to myself her teeth are getting crooked. Then a couple hours later we were eating lunch and it dawned on me that she had a loose tooth. It's her first. Is this early? She turns 5 tomorrow. So, when did your kids lose their first teeth?

notice how it sticks out and looks crooked.

Mylie had her first hair cut the other day. She's 2 3/4, now I know that's late for a first haircut. I'm probably the only one that can tell it's been cut, but it was getting very mullety and nappy. I only cut the back, the bangs just don't grow.

In other news... Lately Mylie has been waking up and wanting to come in our room. If it is really early (around 2:00) I make her a bed on the floor, but if it is later (6:00ish) we just put her in our bed. A couple days ago she was in our bed and when she woke up in the morning she started whining about her soggy pull-up. Brandon and I were both sleeping and I didn't feel like getting up so I told her to take off her jammies and pull-up, get a wipe and wipe herself and then put on a new one. She disappeared for I don't know how long (I fell back asleep), when she came back she proudly announced she was wearing a new pull-up. The same thing happened this morning. She's a genius, she can change her own diapers. This is much easier than potty training. I'm sure all of you are thinking: a) terrible parenting and b) if she can change her own diaper, she certainly can learn to do her business on the toilet. I say a) you're probably right, but one day she'll thank me when she has babies of her own and b) I will take any of your potty training tips and suggestions (especially for getting them to go #2 on the potty).

This is what happens...

...when you let your kids play with your camera.

Here we are making sugar cookies. I guess this is Mylie giving Abbey a taste of cookie dough, who knows I can't really tell.



Can anyone guess the shape of the cookies?




The other day I was on the computer when Abbey found my camera and wanted to take a picture. (this is something that happens often so I usually try to hide it) At the very second I said I don't like you playing with my camera, you're going to ruin it. Crash! she dropped it on the floor. I put it up and didn't realize anything was wrong until I got it out to take pictures of us making cookies.

I guess this http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3103034&cp=3250917 is what I will be getting for Christmas this year.

Numbers

To make a long story short, we don't have any cool pictures to post (more on that later). I've noticed that when the news media doesn't have anything cool to write about, they simply provide filler in the form of meaningless statistics. I'm no different, as evidenced below:

When I quit my job in September, I went back and looked at how much I'd flown in the previous 12 months. Below is a summary of 1 year of my flight history. It makes somewhat nauseous to think about how much this really is:



67 Delta legs - 125,200 miles
23 United legs- 21,250 miles
2 legs on Alaska Airlines - 1,818 miles
4 Southwest legs - 2,368 miles
2 WestJet trips- 2,874 miles
1 Ward Air flight - about 40 miles
1 leg on Wings of Alaska - maybe 40 miles

Totals: 100 legs; 153,630 miles

In the event you don't believe me (Nettie never believes a thing I say), I'll include a screen shot of my Delta profile. I know this is blury. Click on it to make it better, Nettie.

Halloween

Abbey as Dorthy and Mylie the giraffe

We trick-or-treated Brandon at work and when we got there we were surprised to find Mylie the giraffe's twin. (neither of them like to wear the hoods)

Off they go with Oskar the super dog. Brandon took them trick-or-treating while I stayed home and handed out candy.

Doesn't he look very brave and heroic in a super dog cape. (If anyone is in need of a cape for their dog or kids my sister makes and sells them at Kelli's Online Store. And while I'm doing plugs for people my other sister makes and sells quilts and ponies/clippies here Click For Nettie's Store . ) There's my commercial, now back to the blog (most of you probably wish you had a dvr on this blog and could fast forward through that)

This was half time when Brandon dropped off Mylie and Oskar...

...And Abbey went out for more candy.

Viva Las Vegas

Disclaimer: For all who read Kelli's blog this may be a repeat with different pictures


Last weekend I went to Vegas to visit my sisters Kelli and Jamie without my husband or kids. Every mom should do this at least once in theirs lives, it was so fun and relaxing. No responsibilities or anyone to worry about, but myself. I even told Kelli I was on vacation from changing diapers.



This is cute little Avery and her matching mom. She's a good little baby, we drug her around everywhere and she hardly made a peep.

I got to meet Oakly. He's the inspiration behind us getting a dog.

The joke of the weekend was that we were going to go Chippendale's and drink margaritas, you know, since we were in Las Vegas. So here we are with our margaritas.

btw, doesn't Jamie have a beautiful home.

Kelli on the dance floor. Dancing with her child and dogs. Wow, what a party!

If you look closely, you may notice that we even sugared the rims of our glasses. Sorry Avery you have to be 21 to drink margaritas.

We went to a park in Boulder City and grilled foil dinners (yum, yum). There's something about waiting and waiting after prepairing the dinners at home, packing everything up, driving to your location, realizing you don't have enough charcoal so you have to send someone to the store to get more, lighting the charcoal and waiting for them to burn and become perfect coals, when they are just right (or a little befor in our case) putting on the foil dinners and waiting and waiting for them to cook... makes tin foil dinners taste so good! We also roasted marshmallows and made smores.

Avery, in all her cute chubbiness. (okay, so maybe I changed a few diapers)

We went to Lucille's BBQ for dinner

Here we are at Chippendales, I mean Phantom of the Opera. It was such a good show and the best part: We bought the cheepest seats, but right before it started the usher moved us up to front and center. They were the awesomest seats, The chandelier was right above us. So at the end when it dropped we all thought we were gonners.

I don't want to embarress anyone so I'm not going to name names, but on the way out of the theater one of us may or may not have tripped and took a huge dive all the way down to the floor - splat! We left the theater in tears we were laughing soooo hard.

It was a super fun weekend. We had some good laughs and visits. I was sad to see it end, but reality was calling.

Halloween preview

Halloween party at the church. This is the cake walk.

Abbey and friends and her teacher Miss Cindy at her preschool Halloween party.

Lost Fallonite

This post is for all you loyal readers from Fallon.

Does anybody know who this person is? I saw this young girl driving up I-15 Northbound today. If you look close, you might notice that her licence plate says "NV Girl" and the licence plate cover says "Fallon Auto Mall". For some reason, seeing this Fallonite got me all excited and I started taking pictures frantically. Eventually, I realized 2 things:

1) Taking pictures at 68 mph isn't exactly safe.
2) She was staring at me as if I was the creepiest person alive.

After she noticed what I was doing, I tried to pretend that I wasn't taking pictures, but looking for a contact in my phone (I don't think it was believable). She also took the very next exit (not that I blame her).





So, anyway, if you see a picture of me or a description of my red Honda on 'Utah's Most Wanted' you now know why...

First Snow

This is how Abbey pets Oskar


This is how Mylie pets Oskar


if any of you missed the presidential debate, here is a little clip for you.

it seems weird that a week or two ago we were all wearing shorts.

Oskar Ludwig Sorensen

I'm beginning to think Oskar was meant to be in this family (even though Emily is currently planning to sell him to some gypsies). We've only had this dog for 2 weeks now, but I've already seen signs that let me know Oskar is assimilating into the Sorensen Subculture. Without further ado, I give you...

Reasons I Know My Dog is a Sorensen

1. He is a home-body. I've talked previously of his reluctance to go for walks - but I've recently discovered that it isn't because he is adverse to excercise (this would make him a Mason). He just hates to be away from our dwelling. When I'm dragging him until his paws bleed taking him for his walk, he starts to get really nervous the second we hit our property line. He digs his heels in and refuses to budge until I turn around. Then, he practically drags me home.
   
   
2. He really enjoys a daily nap. Anyone who knows the Sorensens can attest to the fact that they they can find napping opportunities where most would never even dare look. I have watched in amazement as my father-in-law would come in from doing his farm work, and plop into a small (and terribly uncomfortable) leather-covered glider/rocking chair. Within minuets, he is fast asleep, and looks surprisingly comfortable. I have often wondered if this phenomenon is somehow related to the leather. I've even pondered conducting a little experiment - where while he was gone, I would remove the leather chair and then coat his kitchen sink in leather just to see if he would try to climb into it and take a nap.
   
   
3. I've never seen Oskar eat Kraft Singles, Cool-Whip, White Wonderbread, Pop-Tarts, or sugary cereal. Trust me, my friend, you would have an easier time coaxing a Rabbi into eating pepperoni that you would trying to get a Sorensen to eat one of these delicious products of American Cuisine.
   
   
4. He is a comfort-specialist. The guy just likes to get comfortable, and likes a good blanket while he is doing it. This is somewhat related to item #2. You've never seen blankets used so frequently outside of a bedroom until you see a Sorensen girl at home. For crying out loud, Nettie likes blankets so much she created an entire blog about them.
   
   
5. When he gets gas, the whole world knows about it. Emily has been known to run from the room screaming... Oh, wait... this is one way he is like me.

Since I'm once again blogging about my dog, I should give a quick update: For the second time in my life, I have peed on my dog's head. In reality, I didn't so much as pee on him, as he walked into my stream. I was trying to show him (by example) where I want him to start going in the backyard, when the unfortunate little happening occurred. Emily then made me bathe him immediately.

Dog Update

OK, the pooch is back on my good side. He can stay with us for the time being. we rented Season 2 of The Dog Whisperer and my goal is to become the pack leader.

On a side note, doe anyone know how to rid a dog of 'Dog Smell'? Your hints are appreciated...

Free Dog

Free to a Good Home

11-week-old Boxer Puppy

Goes by the name 'Oskar', but you can call him whatever you'd like.

Can sit and lay down on command.

Partially housetrained, but makes occaisional mistakes, which seem to be intentional.

Will only go on walks when children are present; will never walk anywhere with adult men.

Snores.

Occaisional farting.

Ate poop once.

New Mason Quadrapeds

Big Announcement

There's a new member of the Mason family (almost)...















Meet our new puppy:

He is a Boxer (yes we copied Jamie). His name was Fritz for about half the day, but then I remembered something I've heard about not naming your dogs one syllable names because they get confused with all of their one syllable commands like stay, sit, come, etc. So now he doesn't really have a name. Abbey has been getting the name Freddie confused with Fritz for some reason, so who knows maybe he's a Freddie.

We weren't planning on getting a dog. I had mentioned a time or two that Jamie and Andy's boxer puppy was cute; so when driving home yesterday evening we saw a sign that said 'Boxer Pups for Sale'. Brandon flipped a U-turn and here we are, the proud owner of a dog.


When we went to check them out last night the owner let all four puppies out at once and in their excitement to see us, they jumped up on Abbey and Mylie. Abbey screamed and climbed up Brandon. Mylie freaked out and cried for the rest of the time we were there. They have now warmed up to him (for the most part), especially Abbey. She loves him! She said good night to him about 4 times tonight and asked if he was going to church with us tomorrow.


If you think he looks sad in this picture that's because he is. He misses his brothers and sister.

He's scared too. He keeps going under the deck to hide. Poor puppy, it's hard being taken away from your mom and dad and brothers and sisters.


So far he's a good little puppy. He hasn't pooped or peed in the house... yet. He seems pretty mellow, but I'm sure once he get's used to his new home he'll hyper up a little.