Friday, March 5, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
My Life as told by a columnist in the Spectrum
I saw this article and it made me laugh and think of my life (was she watching me as she wrote this????)
St. George Spectrum & Daily News
People often ask how I come up with ideas for my column every week. My answer is the same each time. I get my ideas from life...from grand events to something as insignificant as a word said in a conversation. Yesterday, life took me on a shopping trip to the grocery store, five rambunctious kids in tow, so here you have the metaphorical fruit of that trip. (The literal fruit is in the fridge).
Shopping with five kids under the age of ten is... There are so many obvious and obligatory endings to that sentence. Chaos? Pandemonium? Never boring? Good exercise? Grounds for a police action? It's an adventure, anyway. Let the record show that I have five kids. I planned to have five kids, and I'm happy to have five kids. I wouldn't trade them for the world. I just thought by the time I had five, I'd be rich and famous and have a crack team of personal assistants to do all my shopping for me.To illustrate: Shopping trips tend to follow the same pattern. I write a menu and a list, getting valuable feedback like, "McDonald's!" and "Candy!" from the kids. I remind everyone to make their last minute trips to the bathroom and we're off.Once we've reached the parking lot, it's time for a quick going over of the Wilson Family rules of shopping. 1) Stay together. 2) No begging. 3) No whining. 4) No lying down on the floor and refusing to move. 6) No smacking your sister with pilfered fruit from the cart. 7) If you have money for vending machines, you can spend it AFTER we're ALL finished. 8) If you don't have money, you should get a job...no, I don't care that you're only 4.And then we're off...or more appropriately, THEY'RE off. Two seconds after hearing the vending machine rule, my kids scatter for the vending machines until I haul them back to the cart. We then proceed down the aisles, five little voices begging and whining for this cereal and that fruit snack. At some point, someone is on the the floor, refusing to move. It's not long before a wayward piece of fruit is sailing toward someone's head.Just when I feel like I'm getting things under control, one of them starts the dance. You know the one. Legs crossed, hopping from one foot to the next, dancing along to the beat of, "Gotta go potteeeeeeeeeee!" And like a rapidly incubating strain of some foreign plague, it spreads until every non diaper wearing Wilson is in an extreme state of bladder distress. On a good day, we finish in under three hours, I manage to keep all the kids in the same checkout lane, and we get home with everything we've purchased. In the non summer months when the pavement isn't capable of searing my lips right off my face, I kiss the ground in front of my home and praise the Lord above that I have another two weeks before I have to do it again.That's about the time I realize I forgot to buy the light bulbs.
St. George Spectrum & Daily News
People often ask how I come up with ideas for my column every week. My answer is the same each time. I get my ideas from life...from grand events to something as insignificant as a word said in a conversation. Yesterday, life took me on a shopping trip to the grocery store, five rambunctious kids in tow, so here you have the metaphorical fruit of that trip. (The literal fruit is in the fridge).
Shopping with five kids under the age of ten is... There are so many obvious and obligatory endings to that sentence. Chaos? Pandemonium? Never boring? Good exercise? Grounds for a police action? It's an adventure, anyway. Let the record show that I have five kids. I planned to have five kids, and I'm happy to have five kids. I wouldn't trade them for the world. I just thought by the time I had five, I'd be rich and famous and have a crack team of personal assistants to do all my shopping for me.To illustrate: Shopping trips tend to follow the same pattern. I write a menu and a list, getting valuable feedback like, "McDonald's!" and "Candy!" from the kids. I remind everyone to make their last minute trips to the bathroom and we're off.Once we've reached the parking lot, it's time for a quick going over of the Wilson Family rules of shopping. 1) Stay together. 2) No begging. 3) No whining. 4) No lying down on the floor and refusing to move. 6) No smacking your sister with pilfered fruit from the cart. 7) If you have money for vending machines, you can spend it AFTER we're ALL finished. 8) If you don't have money, you should get a job...no, I don't care that you're only 4.And then we're off...or more appropriately, THEY'RE off. Two seconds after hearing the vending machine rule, my kids scatter for the vending machines until I haul them back to the cart. We then proceed down the aisles, five little voices begging and whining for this cereal and that fruit snack. At some point, someone is on the the floor, refusing to move. It's not long before a wayward piece of fruit is sailing toward someone's head.Just when I feel like I'm getting things under control, one of them starts the dance. You know the one. Legs crossed, hopping from one foot to the next, dancing along to the beat of, "Gotta go potteeeeeeeeeee!" And like a rapidly incubating strain of some foreign plague, it spreads until every non diaper wearing Wilson is in an extreme state of bladder distress. On a good day, we finish in under three hours, I manage to keep all the kids in the same checkout lane, and we get home with everything we've purchased. In the non summer months when the pavement isn't capable of searing my lips right off my face, I kiss the ground in front of my home and praise the Lord above that I have another two weeks before I have to do it again.That's about the time I realize I forgot to buy the light bulbs.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Thanksgiving 2009
My brother, Rick and his family, came down to spend Thanksgiving with us(along with my parents). We had tons of fun catching up, here are some pics, again in no particular order.
FEEDING THE DUCKS
WE TOOK A WALK DOWN TO GRANDPA'S POND IN THE BEAUTIFUL WEATHER THE DAY AFTER THANKSGIVING. WE MADE QUITE A TRAIN:-)
MOM, ANNE, AND I
NATHANIEL AND NIC
MATTHEW
RICK AND TIGGER TAKING A NAP (AWWW HOW CUTE!)
ANNE
JEANETTE
HANNAH
JOHNATHAN
PAPA PLAYING WITH POOH
THE GIRLS HELP MAKE THE APPITIZERS
WILL DOING WHAT HE DOES BEST, STEALING FOOD!
THE CHEF! MY HUBBY IS AN AWESOME COOK, AND I AM SO GRATEFUL THAT HE TAKES OVER AND I DON'T HAVE TO, LOL!
FEEDING THE DUCKS
WE TOOK A WALK DOWN TO GRANDPA'S POND IN THE BEAUTIFUL WEATHER THE DAY AFTER THANKSGIVING. WE MADE QUITE A TRAIN:-)
MOM, ANNE, AND I
NATHANIEL AND NIC
MATTHEW
RICK AND TIGGER TAKING A NAP (AWWW HOW CUTE!)
ANNE
JEANETTE
HANNAH
JOHNATHAN
PAPA PLAYING WITH POOH
THE GIRLS HELP MAKE THE APPITIZERSWILL DOING WHAT HE DOES BEST, STEALING FOOD!
THE CHEF! MY HUBBY IS AN AWESOME COOK, AND I AM SO GRATEFUL THAT HE TAKES OVER AND I DON'T HAVE TO, LOL!
Goat Fun!
This is our new pet. She is SOOO precious! Her and Will get along adorabley! She was actually Rylie's early birthday present(we talked her out of a pig, LOL). So Ry named her Winter Snow, we call her Winnie for short. Here are some pictures of her and Will's cuteness!
Monday, November 2, 2009
FALL FUN
Well, I bribed Thom again, and he left the office for 2 whole hours, WAHOO :-), and we took the kids to Staheli Farm, we went to the corn maize and pumpkin patch. We had tons of fun! Again my blogger is have problems, so these pictures are in no particular order, and I have not added captions, but most are self-explanatory.
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