Isn't it ironic (don't ya think)

Yesterday I left the house with my kids to take Preslie to school and Hunter to preschool and realized I had locked myself out (remember my keys lost at my sisters in Rexburg?...and also remember that my new year's goal was to keep TRACK of my keys?...) SO. I was ticked. I was in my pajamas. And slippers. Preslie was going to be late. Again. I was NOT having a good morning!

After I dropped the 2 kids off at their respective destinations, I drove around deciding how I was going to kill a couple hours til I had to go and get Hunter from school again. I gassed up the car, then decided to go into a weird store in town that sells damaged and overstock freight. They have EVERYTHING from furniture to clothes to industrial supplies, sinks, tubs, styrofoam balls, toys, appliances, blinds, ... IF you can find it. It was the only store in town I felt that I wouldn't stand out too much because it is as big of a mess as I was. So I dug around whilst my stocking footed baby ran around semi-unsupervised (that's the way I roll when I'm in my pj's) and found some bright Orange panels for Preslie's window- FINALLY- after looking for fabric for months. And a cute green pillow sham to boot. As if my fate hadn't begin to turn already, everything was 50% off.



I picked up Hunter and went home to find Dax had returned from his flight and he told me to check the answering machine. I played my messages and this is what I heard...."Tristie! I found your keys! This is Tisha, I'll call you later."



A little too ironic? Yeah, I really do think.



Any-hoo. Since I last blogged, this is what has been going down. I gave Mack some applesauce and some hot dog chunks for lunch. He decided that combining them was his only option.

And if that wasn't bad enough, when Hunter saw that he said, "Hey, I'm gonna try that." and then, "Mmm, it's pretty good."



Preslie and I decided we wanted to paint a picture of a butterfly. Mack aided the creative process quite a bit...



Hunter earned his first Book It! certificate and scored a personal pan pizza, along with his sister, and I scored a night of not cooking dinner.

Matt and Abbey were going to come out for Conference Weekend but the roads were horrible so we had to power through eating these pull-apart rolls all by ourselves. We managed to finish them off. And also managed a stomach ache.

General Conference was awesome. I really felt the Holy Ghost and a renewed determination to step up and become closer to my Heavenly Father. Loved Elder Hales' talk. Loved Elder Perry's talk. And loved hearing the Prophet. How tender was the video montage of President Monsen while the Mo-Tab was singing "We Thank Thee, Oh God For a Prophet". It choked me up. I am grateful to live in a time when there is a living Prophet on the Earth.


Last night Dax and Hunter shot the BB gun pistol in the basement together and had a great time. I love seeing Hunter get into something. He is so sincere and sweet.

And for my parting shot: my kids reading a book together. Moments like these are my paycheck.