My sister who wishes she was a mexican.

I have thee most darling little sisters one could ever ask for...
that being said...not the one just under me (xoxo lexie),
...but the one after that.
[you know the one that every one says looks just like me?]
we totally don't see it.

She is being a punk and
going to Mexico for Christmas...
good thing my dad doesn't read my blog
word is...he doesn't know yet.

Sooooo....being the loving caring older sister i am,
I made her a Christmas card
so she can mingle with the locals
and persuade any druglords
(that might want to hold her hostage...)
to let her go, because as you can see
she is one crazy, err... loco jose.


Don't mess with that.

Holy canole.

You weren't kidding my sis + my pff when you said:
"update your stinkin blog....now."
{we just been sooo caught up in our Harry Potter marathons}
I'm terribly sorry.
Please accept my most humble apology
and brace yourself for a blogging frenzy.
[dun. dun. dun.]

I also think its time for a christmasy bloggy...don't you?

This photo outta help
get me in the spirit...

I look like a pregnant snowman.
I felt like a pregnant snowman.
...just with a little more cleavage
than a pregnant snowman.

lovely little letters.

[Halloween circa 1985]


Dear Santa Claus,
Grady is quite worried you won't be able to fit through
the air vents in the ceiling,
so please use the front door.
..........

Dearest Dad,
Thanks for braving the gorge to come see us.
you're da best.
..........

Dear Jack Skellington,
We had a good time watching time you tonight,
but it would have been better if
we hadn't already watched you 96+ times this year.
..........

Dear Overton power company,
You're welcome.
(we didn't want to keep that paycheck anyway.)
..........

Dear Officer Musser,
Thank you for letting us 'cut' in line
and for giving the kiddos some candy.
That line was insanely long
(like at least 500 people too long)
and Bentley is waaaayyy to heavy
(like at least 30 pounds to heavy)
...........

Dear ornery man down the street
who told my little ones that:
"it is not Halloween yet,
and that we are not in Utah
so we need to stop trick or treating",

He's three. + You're a jerk.

Love, those Mormons down the street
(yeah, the ones with the ghetto bronco out front)

Preschool party.

Lets talk about how I missed Pack Meeting tonight.
and about how I'm going to get fired from my
*brand spankin new*
calling of 2nd counselor in the primary presidency.
["that sister oliver, shes quite the flake..."]

ugh. I feel awful.

Now lets talk about why I missed the pack meeting:
(or rather what I'm going to blame it on)

Gradys first ever
Halloween preschool party

Tuesday night I had everything ready to go:

Gradys police costume...check.
Mommys witch costume...check.

Shortly thereafter Grady decided
that he no longer wanted to be a policeman
but that he, indeed, wanted to be a
fireMAN.

and because he just melts my heart
(and because I happened to have a khaki jacket hanging in the closet)
I grabbed some duct tape,
and some handy dandy ribbon.
and whipped this baby up.
(that made it sound like it was like 5 minute-no-sweat...
when in reality it was like 27 hours of pulling my hair out)
just so you know...

Now lets talk about my costume...
because I know what you are thinking
"Ashley makes one crappy witch costume."

8 mintues....no lie...8 minutes.
before we were headed out the door
(because I'm, for the most part, always running late)
I tried on my witchy-skirt
and lo and behold
i ate the whole box of smiths pumpkin cookies
it shrunk in the dryer
and it did. not. fit.

Please don't fret. This story has a semi-happy ending
because I have an uber talented friend Kaci
who had made an uber awesome "G" cape
I snatched it from the closet
threw my hair in pigtails
and we dashed out the door.

As we were leaving Mr. oliver in his
ever-so-suave manner said something about
my orange shoes not matching my blue cape
or my red bows....or my black shirt...or my white skirt.
(I know what your thinking:
white after labor day????)
clinton would be soooo disappointed.

Now let me tell you about bedtime.
As we were laying in bed
and Grady was telling me all about his party
(as if I wasnt there??)

he said:
"Mom you were superman today."

...and it made all the craziness worthwhile....

Today at 5:00 pm

A darling blog I like to follow,
eighteen25
had a challenge to take a snapshot of your life at 5:00 pm today.

This is what mine looked liked.


Grady, apparently thought Bentleys skin seemed a little dry.
(holy cow look at those chiclet teeth)

Oh how i love my boys.
they make my house messy
and my life crazy.
but I wouldn't have it any other way.
(okay perhaps I would change the messy house part)

"pay choochoos?"

If you've been to our house for more than...oh, say two minutes...
chances are you've had Grady begging you to
"Pay choochoos?"

He LOVES his geotrax train set
and it has kept him entertained for many many years.

He is very protective of his trains
and very particular about what they do.

However this all changed the day SHE came to our house...
..................
Suddenly he didn't care which train he drove.

he didn't care if the trains crashed.

and most shockingly of all he didn't protest
when she wanted to play house instead.

.....momentous occasion........

He became very involved in caring for
their twins baby dinosaur + baby horse.

[He even willingly changed their diapers.]

and when he started hammering away at the wall
and I asked him what on earth he was doing??.

he replied "I'm building a house for lyssa"

and the other amazing thing was
He did whatever she told him to do.

He was completely smitten.
and it was very cute to catch a small glimpse
into the future and see what a terrific father/husband (holy cow!)
my little man is going to be.
[I'm not surprised though- he has had some fantastic examples!]

no. 87

I have to give a loud Wahooo!
For crossing off
"thing to do before I die #87 'make a baby quilt'"

It wasn't thee most perfect thing in the world
but Grady and I made it with lots of love
for thee cutest little girl.

I hope she likes it.



My sister in law really wanted to see it, so I thought I'd post it.
and no- thats not a trash can with leaves in the middle...
its a bushel of love.
[and its sideways...sorry, but I'm to lazy busy to change it.]

the [gross] bronco + baseball

Wyatt and I don't play much baseball...okay we both stink at it.
but we love to watch our friends play!
So tonight we headed on over to watch the "His and Hers"
play against some other unimportant team.

And for some reason I let my two year old talk me into
driving the beast over there.
[i hope he knows how much I love him]


...and if you could see the husbees face you would see one jovial redneck....

FHE on the word of wisdom.

Tonight for family home evening
we had a lesson on the word of wisdom.
I asked Mr. Mckay which was better for his body:

"Soda pop or Milk?"
"Milk."
yes. he's learning!

"Bananas or Potato chips?"
"Bananas!"
woohoo! dang, were good parents!

"Brownies or Carrots?"
"Brownies!!!!"
"nooo...carrots are better for our bodies..."

"NO! I WANT BROWNIES!...AND ICE CREAM!!"
perhaps were not as good as we thought...

moving on.

Grady? If someone asks you to smoke a cigarette
what would you say?

"NO! THATS BAD FOR MY BOBEE."

"If someone asks you to if you want to drink a beer
what do you say?"

"...............please?"

Mr. Oliver and I started laughing
(quietly of course)
and I said "nooo...."

so he quickly said
"NO! THATS BAD FOR MY BOBEE."

Afterward we decided to put our lesson into action
by going to play basketball at the rec center
with some of our friends.

Apparently half the town of Mesquite had the same
family home evening lesson
cause it was packed!

So I turned to Mr. Oliver and said,
"Lets just go to dairy queen instead."

He then asked me if I had listened to anything I had just said.

We did infact go play basketball and we had a blast!
and I did take some super cute pictures but my camera cord
is hiding in its special place again.
I'm really good at keeping track of my children,
but thats about it.

all on a thursday.

dropped a full gallon of paint on Mr. Olivers toes.
now he has 9 cute but nubby toes.
(he didn't curse + he still loves me.)

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found an imaginary brown kitty
appropriately named "tater-tot"

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Mr. Oliver boiled 2 bags of peanuts.
(and now my house reeks of carnies = the jail + the carnival. yuck.)

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Bentley ate 4 french fries today. (bad mom)
and almost an entire bag of peas. (good mom)

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

decided I have WAY too much crap stuff.
(but thats as far as I've gotten)
note to self: have a yard sale/bonfire.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

used a duster for the first time in my life.
(pretty nifty little things)

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did 10 loads of laundry out of necessity
(like "I wore my yellow polka dot pants + orange crocs for half the day" necessity)

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Mr. Oliver murdered a bee
by way of the garbage disposal.

edit: the time is 9:32
all the water has evaporated out of said peanut pot
peanuts are toasted. really toasted.
and now my house smells like carnies on fire.
....pray for mr. oliver....

the tale of the potluck side dish diaster.

I wanted to kick of October 1st
the same way I always kick off October 1st..
[insert ridiculously good looking pumpkin cupcakes]
and I had visions of my cuppycakes turning out
exactly like these lovely ones,
and then I would take them to a potluck with some of our friends
and they would "oooo" and "ahhh" in amazement.

but because I was blog stalking doing laundry, time totally ran away with me.

and they ended up looking like this:
[insert gross/bubbling over the top/yet burnt cupcakes]

................and I don't have a picture for you
because apparently I'm the only one on the internet
who sucks at making cupcakes.
(seriously even googling "burnt cupcakes" brings up fancy ones.)

We ended up going anyway
(after my cute friend texted me
and reassured me I wasn't going to be stoned for
showing up with no side dish)
....I know...whaaa??? how incredibly rude of me.
its cause my husband drives a bronco.

how fitting.

Just chalk this one up to the fact that my husband drives a bronco.
and I live in the ghetto.

Even the gal who works at the local thrift store
seemed rather appalled.
(and thats when you know its bad)

*Its my phone.

Goodbye (and good riddance) September.

Have you ever felt like taking a match to your house would be more productive than cleaning it up?

Oh, you haven't???....me neither.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Okay. Okay. Yes I have.
Infact thats how I've been feeling this whole month.
I've had several friends ask me if I've been "Okay?"
(thanks for caring, my peeps.)

and for a while there I thought fer sure I must be pregnant...
(don't be surprised, I think that every month. and don't worry I'm not.)
course Mr. Oliver told me that if I was...
he most definitely was not the father.
(Whoa. TMI ash. TMI.)


To make an incredibly long story short.
I'm SOOOOOO very happy tomorrow is October 1st!
(i can't wait for conference!!!)

[Why I'm insane reason #403.]

picture this...

Grady running around like a crazy person
absolutely ignoring every bribe I would throw his way...
.
Bentley with spit up all down his shirt.
.
Me trying to fan myself, in the 100+ degree weather, while setting up the tripod and sprinting back to make sure I was kinda in the picture.

please note:
All of this was taking place on the blvd.
I'm sure all the old people thought we were insane.



*this would have been a cute picture except for what looks like a tumor creeping into the side of Mr. Olivers face, but is actually Bentleys ginormous head.


*I look like I'm trying to hard? I was. This was definitely a forced smile. I can't remember if it was before of after I told my 3 year old to stop being a butt head. (not my best parenting moment)


*Yes, that is hot glue on the bottom of that apple.
Grady ate it anyway.

what true love looks like.

True Love is sharing your expensive water
with your slobbery 8 month old + 3 year old.

(why do I even pay for water in the first place? you wouldn't be asking me that question if you had tried fiji water...)

butterfields antiques.

Never in all my life have I seen a house so very full of so many trinkets and treasures...

Grandma Alice has nothing on Mrs. Butterfield.

It is the scariest most wonderful place on the planet.
There are about 12 rooms completely full of
amazing vintage treasures.
and even though I felt slightly claustrophobic,
I was in heaven.

So if you happen to be in the lovely little town of
Saint George
you must take a moment or two
(or in my case an hour or two)
and stop by butterfields antiques to take a trip down memory lane.
(just make sure to tell someone where you are going incase you get lost)

248 East St. George Blvd

we will never forget.

..................................................................

almost done.

Maybe my crazy idea to move all my bedrooms
wasn't such a crazy idea after all.

I've almost got everything put away
and I love how it has turned out.

The boys sleep in their own rooms now
(a major feat for this mommy)

and we have a fantastic place to
sew/play choo choos/relax.

cleat wearing cowboy. (with no pants, naturally.)

Oh look- yet another picture where my child is wearing no pants.
(and I'm not even going to try to make up an excuse...
THE MAN HATES PANTS
I'm just tickled he's stopped running outside to
pee in front of the Canadian cactus lovers)

This is what he wanted to wear for the first day of preschool but because I like my children and didn't want them to get taken away, I made him change his clothes.

Mythbuster #1

Would you think it would be possible for a human being to eat an entire box of raisin bran in one day by.them.selves??????

................................

Its possible. believe you me. I just finished my last bowl.

(I think I may need a raisin bran intervention.)



This is the best picture I could find to help depict what I am talking about, except we don't buy no crap-maltomeal-raisin bran. we splurge on the real deal (only when I have a coupon though) and that guy kinda looks like Mr. Oliver, except my husbees a little more pasty.

rainy day at the zoo.

Mr. Oliver and I took the boys up to the zoo again this year...

and if you knew anything about me, you'd know that the zoo is probably #2385 on the list of my dream vacations- but, because I love my kiddos + husbee + it gets me out of the 110 degree temperature, I agree every year to make the 5 hour long drive and brave the masses to look at weird stinky animals.

[insert flashback to June 2008]

This was our first encounter with The Zoo. We had just the one child and he was only 10 months old, not quite sure he got much more out of the trip but heatstroke.



...but Mr. Oliver had a jolly good time, as you can plainly see.


We spent 6 hours + meandering around looking at preggo elephants and what not...

[July 2009]

I was preggo with #2 and we spent 6 hours+ meandering/waddling around looking at the elephants that were still preggo... and what not.

(Obviously this trip wasn't that memorable for me because as we were walking up the hill this last time...

(...of course I was panting and shouting for Mr. Oliver to "wait up!"...)

...I was being passed by a pregnant lady about ready to pop, and I yelled to Mr. Oliver "if she can do it, I can do it!"

To which he replied, "you did it last time while pregnant"

Me: (still thinking of trip #1) "I wasn't pregnant, I was just fat, you jerk."

but now, tonight, while writing this post I see that Mr. Oliver was in fact correct (as usual) and I was wrong (as usual) and he most certainly is not a jerk. (sorry babe))

[back to trip #3 August 2010]

What was suppose to be a little sprinkle turned into a downpour.

We spent 2 hours total racing from building to building...we even rode the merry-go-round and the train (Bubbas favorite part of course) Needless to say, next year I am soooo planning my trip on another rainy day.



*Please forgive the awful-blackberry-picturesque-photos I remembered to bring my batteries + charger with me but forgot my fancy schmancy camera.
Good thing Mr. O has a fancy schmancy phone.

Helllooo September.

I've never liked September.

(Sorry to everyone who has a birthday this month, if it makes you feel any better I don't like January + August either.
and if that didn't make you feel any better
I dislike nickels as well- they're ugly.)



Geezzzz...what an ornery way to start out September, I promise more happy thoughts and pictures coming your way tonight but right now the salvation army is calling my name.

*Mr. Oliver says that it most definitely is not,
and that I'm just hearing voices.

lovely little letters.

Dear 3-year-old,
You're growing up too fast. Please stop.

Dear Elders,
Sorry if I scared you, I wasn't trying to poison you,
...you just looked thirsty.

Dear cute aqua mug that broke today because of 3 year old,
I can't fix you. I'm sorry. You were my favorite.

Dear Husband,
Someday I'll be a better housekeeper. I promise.

Dear Dirty Dishes,
(aka every dish we own)
Wash yourselves.

Dear beloved Salvation Army,
Please don't leave. Pllllleeeassseeee...

Dear Bran Muffins,
You were not part of my diet, but I ate you anyway,
...all 17 of you...

Dear father.in.law,
Happy Birthday. We love you + miss you.(bunches!)

If you could be any animal....what would you be?

I saw this question last night online, so I turned to my three year old and said "Three year old, if you were an animal-which one would you be?" He thought about it for a minute and said:

Him: "I'd be a giraffe, I'd be really tall and eat giraffe food."

Me: "and which animal would daddy be?"

Him: "A monkey, he could climb trees..."

Me: "what about the baby?"

Him: "A zebra."

Me: "and what animal would mommy be?"
(halfway expecting him to say a swan, cause you're so pretty momma...or maybe a camel, cause you have nice lady humps...)

This took him a very long time, I could tell he was really mulling it over.

Him: "an elephant."

Me: "Good choice." Thank you son.

I'm sure it's because of my superb memory....

12 times in 5 years.

Yep. Its true. Moving is a hobby of ours.

(insert: incredibly long detail of all the places we've lived incase you didn't believe me.)

1. Cedar City to Virginia
(Married for one week...and moved across the country.)

2. Virginia to Delaneys in Cedar City
(smelled like dog pee, lived there long enough to put all our stuff away)

3. Delaneys to Southgate (newer old apartments)
(Loved it there. We didn't have cable and I can remember watching "Longest Yard" about a bazillion times while Mr. Oliver was a school)

4. Southgate to Northfield
(2 bedroom apartments (say what??) in Cedar City)

5. Northfield to crappy ghetto ones I can't remember the name of...
(We were offered a managing position over said crappy apartments)

6. ghetto back to northfield
(it was awful, the owners were wack so we left...)

7. northfield to my parents house
(I'm sure it had something to do with being poor.)

8. My parents to Honeysuckle Lane, the desert, NV
(I had no friends + a 3 month old = I was crazy, crazy enough that Mr. Oliver gave the man $1000 to break our lease.)

9. Honeysuckle Lane to grandma alices garage.
(Yes we were "mexican garage dwellers" but don't use that term with Mr. Oliver he gets pretty offended...and don't ask me why the garage was a step up?, perhaps its because I was near a Target store again.)

10. The Garage to Hidden valley
(Grady had some fascination with grammies beloved crochet hooks, so that + other is why we left. Miss you grammie.)

11. Hidden Valley to Skyhawk
(Oh, beloved little mexico, I certainly didn't miss you, but we were paying $300 plus in gas for wyatt to drive his death commute everday so I just didn't make sense not to live here. The Lord didn't think so either apparently, we were praying about whether to build a house in the fields or move down here. I really really wanted to build in the fields so I asked him if that was the right thing to do??? I opened my scriptures to search for answer and the first thing I saw in my desert industries-previously-highlighted book of mormon: ALMA 11:29. No, no, don't get up...I'll just tell you what it said "And he answered NO." So here we are.)

12. Skyhawk to the little house next to the Canadian cactus lovers.
(We absolutely love it here!!!)


And I told you that story to tell you this story.....

If we do the math that is 2.4 moves a year. Consequently my brain is wired to start packing things up every 6 months or so....Its the strangest thing. Obviously we're not moving again, (we're stuck with the old people for at least a few years.) but I've decided to get my moving fix I'm going to switch all my bedrooms around (this took alot of begging + many tears to get Mr. Oliver to agree to this.) and it does sound rather crazy but I'll let ya'll know how it goes. :)

old photo lovin.

Word is,chubbers looks exactly like I did when I was little. (granted he doesn't have that crazed look on his face + I don't think he has as many fat rolls as I did.) He was, however, blessed with my cheeks (and that was the only way we could identify him after he was switched in the nursery at the hospital.) and my lack of hair. (Mom says I was bald until I was two.) Thank heavens he has his daddys eyebrows. (Grady wasn't so lucky. sorry sweetie.) Lets just hope he looks alittle more like dad in the next couple years...There was a time in my life when I looked like Jack Blacks love child.

sweet little braylee.

Oh how lucky your parents are, to have such a darling little girl.

Thank you HCG

I was on the HCG diet for 28 days and let me tell you, it was HARD...but the results were UH.MAZ.ING! I have lost 30 pounds, and I weigh less than what I weighed when I was married! I ate bland chicken twice a day, and I never want to see a zucchini ever again, but it was totally worth it. After Mr. Oliver and I were engaged I ate everything in sight, I had to take my wedding dress back 4 times and the friendly Chinese lady told me "you getting too fat." And for the past 5 years I felt like I was just doomed to fatness. Now believe me I am far from where I want to be, I still have ALOT more to lose. But now, I feel like its do-able. Thank you Richard Simmons and HCG.

one down. five million and ten more to go.

The other night I was in hurry to meet my girlfriends at a movie, and apparently I might or might not have murdered my neighbors cactus. The next morning as we came out and looked at the 2 foot victim laying in the rocks, Mr. Oliver said
"How do you not realize you hit a cactus????"
and the conversation got really mature when I shot back with something about his ugly yellow beast being to big for the driveway.
We dug a hole and placed the ugly little guy back in it, covered up any incriminating evidence and dashed back into our house hoping nobody would notice.
However, because our neighbor is old, and has nothing else to do- he sat by his window waiting for us to emerge, he cornered my husband and commented
"looks like something happened to our cactus"
and mr. oliver, being the honest man he is, first threw me under the bus then handed the man our checkbook and offered to drive him to the local nursery.

a down pour in the desert.

At the beginning of this month we had a down pour down here in the desert. and I was quite upset to learn that I didn't have rain gutters on my house.
So I promptly called my contractor father and threatened to sue the builder for washing away my petunias.

"but it never rains down there." he replied.

"humph.well its raining now!" I retorted.

He assured me that once in every ten years isn't reason enough to have rain gutters. I hung up on him and sat in the monsoon holding an umbrella over my purple pansies.

Grady on the other hand was loving the river flowing off our roof and decided he needed a bucket to catch the water in.

So he ran inside and dumped a ridiculously oversized jug of cheese balls all over the kitchen floor and donned on his favorite and only miners hat.

and I know this will surprise you to see that he has no pants on. I wish I could still blame it on potty training but he's totally potty trained now, he just hates pants. I couldn't get him to come back inside and we all know that I can't just sit- I have to be doing something constructive, so I took my scissors and wire cutters and trimmed our yellow flowerly bush down to nothing.

It was a good day.

new superhero in town.

Take one look at this picture and it will be easy to see why I am a slightly odd.



I never really had a chance.

This is my dad.

He was declaring to be some sort of new superhero.

Which would be fine say if he was locked up in a a high security mental institution. But this picture was taken at Pirate Pizza surrounded by many concerned onlookers. The manager came over and asked us to leave on account that we were scaring the children (and some of their parents). So we left the waitress a $20, and rushed him out the door.

I knew one day he would snap.

my little man is growing up.

Life has been busy. Not to mention I had a nervous breakdown upon the realization that my little Mr. Mckay is already 3, and I am no longer his best friend.

Here are some of his favorite things:

Food: Cheese + Strawberries (usually not together)

Color: Pink or Orange

Movie: The Christmas movie (SEE it IS hereditary!)

Best Friend: (I was expecting him to say me...) Cydney.

I also asked him if he was going to be a Doctor or a Dentist? He didn't believe me that those were the only two options and stated he wanted to be a Cowboy. He loves nursery a lot more than he loves his parents. but not more than he loves his little brother. He is quite the parent and scolds Chubbers everytime he places a toy in his mouth. Happy Birthday my little man. I love you to the moon and back.

Snow family reunion.

The Snow family is the reason why I am related to half the town of Saint George.
My great great great great grandfather Jeter Snow, settled Pine Valley and his...dad? or grandpa maybe? was William Snow who was Lorenzo Snows Brother. So pretty much that makes me uber righteous and cool.

Now I haven't been in years, but they were spotlighting Grandma Alice this year and I was asked to tell the infamous 'crooked mouth family' story and our trip to Bryce was cancelled so we thought we'd go. Besides every so often its nice to find out what new relatives I have- Like the smiley walmart greeter from the washington walmart. We were already best friends from my going there so often...but now we're related too!

We arrived on time which meant we were extremely early, and so we waited and baked in the sun for things to get going. (and me, being the fantastic mom that I am, forgot to put sunblock on my kiddos and they were getting slightly toasted.)

We sat and talked to Grandma Alice for awhile, its kinda fun introducing the baby to her over and over again. We have the same rehearsed conversation over and over and when I tell her his name she gets all excited because its her maiden name, over and over again. ...of course, just now I thought ...maybe this whole time I think I'm fooling her and really shes just being a good grandma and thinking to herself "my poor granddaughter can't even remember that we've had this conversation a dozen times"...mmmmmm. She'll be 95 in October, and my boys are her two GREAT GREAT grandkids. She's amazing and pretty much a celebrity. (I can get you an autograph or a crocheted hand towel if you like...)

and so it came time for my big debut, it wasn't until after we were back home that mr. oliver informed me that my outfit didn't match...purple shoes...orange + taupe? skirt....black jacket/cardigan thingy....Oh well, I was having a fat + no clean laundry day. So I informed him to just not tell me these things AFTER the fact.

Have a cookie. Please, I insist.

Just ask Mr. Oliver. I have been on a baking frenzy lately. Ginger cookies, sugar cookies, chocolately chip cookies...mmmmm....and I can't eat a single one. I'm on a stupid diet, inwhich I can only eat tasty things like broccoli + zucchini + chicken + strawberries (if they are on sale).

So what do I do? I smell them. I smell the sugar jar, then I smell the dough, then I smell the actual cookie (everytime I give one away I HAVE to sniff it first) but I am very careful that my nose does not actually end up in the cookie. that would be gross.



I've even resorted to smelling chubbers "banana + apple + yogurt" baby food. (It smells divine.) I make the mister let me smell his cheeseburgers, or his chocolate bar. and then I sigh and long sigh. and bite into my celery. Why can't veggies taste like sugar cookies? seriously. something needs to be done about this.

Poor chubbers. Poor mommy.

My chubbers has been sick, last night he threw up a couple times, I don't know if it was his bottle, or because he's teething or the gamboo thats going around...anyway, I put him into bed with me incase he had to throw up again, and he did pretty good through the night until 7:00 this morning.

He threw up again.

and because he was half asleep + laying on his backside, he started choking on said throw up.

I quickly sat him up "cough. cough. hack." all. over. my. face.

I ran to the bathroom and doused my face in rubbing alcohol.

...good thing my mouth was shut.