Thursday, January 31, 2008

Our tribute to President Hinkley

I'm sitting here at the computer (wasting time). Try not to judge me, I blame it on the abyss of the 4:00-5:00 P.M. hour. Who's with me on this? Anyway, Macy is behind me on the bed playing "Family Home Evening" This was the openning song.

Music and Lyrics by: Macy

When you’re a prophet, you’ll lead everyone,
At family home evening, and you’re a prophet.
When you’re a family, and you’re a prophet, too.
You know what’s better when you’re a prophet (clap, clap)
When you’re a prophet, when you’re a prophet (clap, clap)
When you’re a prophet, you’re leading the way TODAY!

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

My ladies wish it was summer.

So do I.


I've decided to put quotes as posts so that I don't lose one, when I put in another. Anyway this was today driving in the car.

"Mom, I don't ever want a baby"


"Yeah and I know how, too."


"Yeah, if you just don't ever go to the hospital, you won't have a baby."


This is all based upon the fact that she thinks you get a needle in your stomach if you have a baby. She know this because her much older (5) and wiser cousin, Sosie told her.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Listen to her heart

I'm listening to Macy's heart right now, which is why you can all enjoy "Listen to Your Heart" from Pocahontas. This is the song that's in her heart and now it's in yours.

NOTE: This song is not actually from Pocahontas. That one is Listen with your Heart as sung by grandmother Willow-Tree. I'll never tell.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Snow Day

Sledding is fun,

Sledding with cousin, Sicily is funner.

Here is Polly's best impression of the little brother on "Christmas Story". She could barely walk in that get-up.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008


I just heard Polly crying in her sleep, so I was going to check on her and as I got to the door, I heard Macy's little voice, between yawns, "It's okay, Polly, it's okay." I guess they don't need me.

The little buddies sharing a snack. Where else, but under the table?

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Senior citizens day

I went to the gym Saturday morning, minding my own business. What I though would be a typical Power Flex class turned into be something much more exciting. Mary Jane, our instructor (I call her M.J.) wasn't there. In her place was a senior citizen pumped up and ready to lead the class. He informs us he's the oldest instructor in the state of Utah. I beleive him! That was funny in an of itself. But it gets funnier. He plays songs like "Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me" and the classic, "It's getting hot in here . . ." You can see how this is funny right? I look to both sides of me for someone to laugh with, but all I see is Robert Goulet. Yes, I know you don't know who he is, and neither do I to be honest, but for some reason I know his name and I know he is in the front right corner of the class lifting weights with the senior citezen brigade. I'm not laughing anymore though, that senior citezen meant business, and now I'm sore.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Bronzed and Beautiful


Macy is bronzed because

A) She just got back from Fiji

B) She wanted to get rid of the winter blahs, and applied self tanner

C) She's been using our home tanning bed

D) She applied Maybeline creme eyeshadow in "suede sensation" on every inch of her

If you guess "D" you get an A+.
The story is this: She wants to use MY bathroom. okay. She is in there a while taking care of "business" if you know what I mean. Every few minutes "Macy you okay in there?" . . . "Yes, mom". 15 minutes later, she emerges. Looking beautiful.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

So, so late

I know I'm WAY behind the curve of Christmas pics, but here they are anyway.

Cookies for Santa. Macy made sure we all know: Too many cookies is why santa has a big belly. So true, Macy . . .so true.

A Christmas Eve snuggle with Hallie.

Santa delivers the most beautiful unicorn known to man . . . and the North Pole.

And balls for Polly. It doesn't get any better, does it?

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Lessons from Moab

In 2007 I learned "The Secret" wasn't true. In 2008 I learned that it was! Taking a trip to Moab (without kids) in January has it's weather risks. All the weather-persons in Utah united in saying last weekend would see snow all through the state from Friday to Sunday- marking the dates of our pre-planned trip. Bugger. So, we went anyway. We told the "universe" (Kevin Eubanks) to keep the snow from coming in Moab. He was even wearing his white jacket when we told him. Bold, I know. The universe responded with a bang. NO SNOW! Thanks Universe!

Those of you who visit national parks and such will understand what I'm about to say. The international crowd loves a national park. Foreiners are all around you. They are easy to spot. I will give you two sure fire ways to tell.

1. They tend to wear inappropriate footwear (and sometimes other apparel) for hiking/walking the trails.

2. They ALWAYS have a bigger, more expensive camera than you and it is poised at their fingertips at all times, waiting to capture the beauty of The West.

Both of these things will be highlited now. One of our first hikes was to see the popular Landscape Arch.

If you've never been, you can recognize it from our state license plates. After a nice Brittish woman (wearing wrong shoes) took this picture,

we saw an Israeli man (we found out later) taking pictures of the arch. He indeed had a large, expensive looking camera. Serious photographer. He was taking pictures while we were under the arch. Why he wanted us in the picture, I'll never know. Maybe he admired our proper use of footwear. As we thanked the nice Brittish woman and walked away, the Israeli man was now coming towards the arch. As we were about to cross paths, the Israeli man dropped his big, expensive looking camera. Just a few feet away I watched it bounce down, down, down the steep slick rock smashing itself the whole way until it landed at the bottom.

My first reaction was "OOOOHHHH NOOOOO" with my hands on my head.

Andrae's first reaction was to laugh histerically at the Israeli's misfortune.

Mark's first reaction was to tell his wife to "SSSHHHH, it's not nice to laugh at another's misfortune."

The Israeli's first reaction was to try and follow the camera down the same path to rescue it, surely resulting in serious harm or death.

Scott's first reaction (that we know of) was "Crap, I don't want to have to go after him, once he hurts himself."

It turns out the Israeli man had a friend who quickly came up behind him and they went around and down a safer way. We'll never know what happened to that man and his photos. I don't think I'll ever see how great I looked in them, but I sure hope he tells all about it on his blog.

Here's the rest of the highlights.

This is officially the longest blog of my life. There is still more Christmas coming.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

A Dalebout Christmas

First stop on our Christmas tour was Grandma Dedee and Grandpa Bill's annual Christmas party/puppetshow/talentshow. Grandma Dedee organized a Latin dance of sorts for all the little granddaughters (costumes and all). It was a smash. Another evening highlight was a impromptu song by Macy. Look for the video to come shortly. (as soon as I can find my cord to upload the video.)

Three little dancers plum tuckered after their performance. Sosie, Sicily, Macy

Puppet of choice: Elmo. More Christmas fun coming.