The Countdown Has Begun

The first day of school is rapidly approaching... Only one week to go. (Woohoo!) And secretly I am thrilled! Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE my kids, but 6 of them at home all day everyday for three months straight becomes mom-pulling-her-hair-out-chaos everyday!!! (Not to mention Kamron has been home all those days too, unemployed…)
Tyson is going into the 8th grade. Tate and I went with him to school registration a few days ago. He got his class schedule and his locker assignment. We went around and made sure he knew where all his classes were. The whole time we were there we kept asking him if this girl was cute, or that girl… or “Hey Tyson what about the purple shirt to your right?” “The blondie straight ahead?” Every tease was generally answered by a shy embarrassed “no” Cute kid.
Tate is another story. We went to his school registration last week (and Morrissa too) Tate loudly said hello to everyone he saw, even the girls. When asked if he thinks they’re cute we get a really loud obnoxious “NO” something tells me that answer was not always the case… Tate’s teacher this year is Miss Jordan. He seems excited about that, especially since he learned his friend Hunter will be in his class too.
Morrissa’s teacher is Mrs. Cooper. She was hoping for Mister Somethingerother (Can’t remember his name). She said she wanted him because he’s nice, then I saw a picture of him… he’s young and cute-ish…I think secretly she thinks he’s cute. (She’s going through that phase right now… Currently she’s head over hills in love with the Jonas Brothers) Anywho, she got Mrs. Cooper and was originally bummed, but her good friend Jessica is in her class so she seems to be excited now. (Plus she’ll most likely see Mr. Somethingerother everyday anyways, right?)

A New Phenomenon

Peace and quiet. Not something often found in this house…ever! Until today… Kamron took the kids swimming at the Spanish Fork Resevoir. I opted to stay home to complete some tasks. Dayton got to stay home with me and is sound asleep in his crib. They’ve been gone a little over an hour now, and what have I accomplished? I’ll tell you. Nothing. That’s right folks, I stayed home to get stuff done and upon being slammed with total peace and quiet, I have opted out of chores and opted into relaxation. It’s nice. I had forgotten what quiet houses felt like. But I have to be honest with you, I did call them a few minutes ago to find out when they are coming home, the honest truth is, I miss them already. But for now I will continue to enjoy the sounds of the refrigerator running and the single fly that continuously buzzes around my head. And I can enjoy the last piece of homemade Key Lime Pie without any hoodlums standing at my feet begging for a bite. Aaahhh…this is the life.
(P.S. What a good dad to venture out and take them all swimming by himself, right?)

In Other News...

...As of about a week ago, Oaklee is fully potty trained (she even stays dry all night)...

And Kyndi (as of about 3 weeks ago) can ride a two-wheeler without training wheels. She pretty much just taught herself. Kamron went out with her once or twice to hold on to the back.. the rest was pure persistence on her part, and one day she got on and never fell off again. She's pretty proud of herself. For about 5 days after she learned she'd beg everyone to come watch her. Dang. I meed a picture here... but cannot seem to find my camera. I will get a picture soon (and by soon, don't be surprised if it is weeks from now.)

An Ice Cream Adventure

I recently ventured upon making homemade ice cream with my fancy new ice cream maker that my parents gave me for my birthday. (Side note: When I say recently, I mean well over a month ago...) It was delicious! The deliciousness of it though is not my reason for writing. The reason for my writing can be explained in two parts. Part 1- I used waffle cone bowls for everybody except Little Dude. For him, I gave him a cone in which the rim was lightly dipped in ice cream. He ate the cone in 3.46589 minutes flat. He downed it! The second one too, and was still begging for more! (Apparently my ice cream skills are phenomenal)

Part 2 - Oaklee loved her ice cream so much so that she left it exactly where I put it, and ate the entire bowl surrounding it. (Consequently leaving ice cream run off all over her tray).

(Take note the left side of the picture is the ice cream and spoon leaking from what used to be her bowl.) (Also note, anytime I try to take a picture these days she pulls a crazy forced "Cheese" face.)

Perhaps there is a 3rd part to which I am willing to admit to you at this time: Each person got their own bowl of ice cream. The ice cream tank makes 6 quarts. (for those who struggle with the math, that is 1.5 gallons) I ate all the rest myself. It was divine! (Not all at once!! It took a few days, cut me some slack here!)