outtakes...take 1

You ever catch a funny photo purely on accident? This is my daughter last year, and I can't even remember what the face was for. Its been one of my favorite LOL photo moments though.

why you shouldn't buy those colored bubbles

There are many things in life that I let roll off my back. I'm pretty laid back. However, my daughter recieved some of those crayola bubbles for her birthday back in April, from my friend Jesse, who buys messy things because she thinks pay back will never happen. She has her first child, who is going to be one in June.Oh yes pay back is coming around. However after trying the bubbles back then, I was like "oh crap these are awful" and put them in a place no one can find them....that is until my mother in law brought the kids two more colors of bubbles and a wand VARIETY pack. Awesome! I think she may have heard me curse about said bubbles and did this intentionally. However, that being said, again pay back comes around to people who do funny things against me..lol. We opened these bubbles one fine day outside our apartment.

First off you have to fight the packaging that comes with the variety pack. Then you realise that the bubble wands themselves clip inside the bubble covers. Which you think is every mothers dream right? Who hasn't cursed out that bubble wand thats all slimey and sticky and gets lost WAYYY down where mommys fingers CAN'T reach? Cause the maker of bubbles have apparently been unrealistic in the size of the opening of the jar! I opened these after a fight. Fought to get the "best " color out on the cap for one of my children. This invovled much tugging, orange bubble goo all over the ground, my hands and clothing. It then looks like slime when you pull it out of the bottle.

See below

See how much fun they look like stained ON YOUR HANDS?

And even the dirt magnet himself could not stay out of harms way. I"m not REAL sure how they got on his head. Then again, I"m not sure how other things land on his head (cereal, socks, today he got toothpaste up there...). All I know is it landed there. And stained. It was awesome.




Folks, this is not popsicle staining my childrens faces. The boy? well, he was blowing the green bubbles and he sneezed and did that 2 year old thing of wiping it all over? Yup, so then it was all over his face like a green beard. The girl? has an orange glob on her forehead JUST FROM OPENING THE SPILLPROOF BOTTLE. Let me talk shortly about that spill proof bottle and what the pavement looks like. My land lord is gonna be super impressed.

The dirt magnet himself got much more colored goodness on his hands, arms, face, and this was before the sneeze..and the licking of the bubble wand. Did I mention thankfully the bubbles are non toxic but since they are now colored, I bet my kid is not the ONLY one who tries to see if it tastes as cool as it looks?

So again, crayola, thanks for nothing. And that whole small print in your commercials "may take more than one laundering to get stains out of clothes"??? yeah you got that right. And when (the bubbles) do finally pop, it explodes colors everywhere, on your house or apartment building(mine is off white..or was...) animals, the neighbor lady feeding her birds outside...

We're really popular now.

Bat....girl and robin.?

So friday night: My husband is watching tv, I"m reading my kindle in my pjs, kids are asleep. Sounds great right? nice and quiet , little people snoring.
My cell gets a text from my close friend Jesse.

Jesse: I'm picking you up in an hour
me: no way. I have no money
Jesse: I don't care, I"m picking you up in an hour.
me: nope. I"m in my pjs, reading my kindle, nope
Jesse: get dressed get ready, I"ll be there at 1030pm.

and this back and forth went on for a good twenty minutes, Until I finally caved in and agreed. She partly got me to cave in cause she was gonna take ME out for a drink and gonna buy. So why not? its very seldom we get just us girl time. So I get ready and sit down to read my kindle before she shows up. As a fact, Jesse's never anywhere early. She's usually either just on time or fashionably late. I"ve known her for over 15 years and this is just the way she is. I"m one of those OMG I GOTTA BE THE FIRST ONE THERE type girl. But it works cause it wasn't anywhere important tonight...... then..I get this text:

Jesse: OMG I HAVE A BAT IN MY HOUSE A BAT!OMG OMG!
me: huh? a bat? in your house?a flying one?(duh right?)
Jesse: Yes OMG its in my house.
me: well what is it doing?
Jesse: laying there. I went upstairs to change my shoes before we went out and I thought for whatever reason it was dog poop and I was mad the dog pooped in the house. So I went to the landing upstairs and got closer and IT WAS A BAT OMG.
me: GET OUTTA THERE OMG!
Jesse: I'm coming to get you so you can help me! Be ready!
me: oh screw that(I believe I used other not so nice verbs there besides screw)
Jesse: oh OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE I HAVE A BAT IN MY HOUSE, GET MATT(my hubby)

So I recount the story to my husband who is sitting on the other couch. He acts like this is no biggie, go out there and take care of it. I"m like... this is no good. Jesse's a screamer over ANYTHING...seriously, never go to the movies with that girl. She'll scream and scare the crap outta you. She's just a screamer, and she spooks easily. She's always been the butt of a few jokes in our high school group . We love her but shes fun. So I go to wait outside thinking "what are we going to do with a bat?" and "we're just gonna stand and scream together and not get anything done". I"m not a screamer but bats give me the heebee jeebees. So she picks me up and we go back out to her house in the country. She shows me in a round about way where the bat is. Cause I'm not getting near that thing. We creep up the steps, her with a bucket(she planned on just throwing it over the bat) and she gives me a broom and tells me "if it starts flying, try to hit it away"...um. no? Not happening? so we get half way up the stairs and she screams, I scream in reaction to HER screaming and we take off down the stairs, slamming the door that leads upstairs. I look at her and asked if the bat moved or something. She said no. I"m like THEN WHY DID YOU SCREAM? I was ready to hit HER with the broom!
So we sat and cooled down, calmed down and went through our phone lists to see if we had any manly men on our lists..lol. I texted my mom and dad who didn't answer. I texted my brother in law who I knew wouldn't answer(hey at least I tried)and finally a gal friend of mine who said "hit it with a tennis racket" and we didnt have any. She also said she'd come out or send her husband if we needed to.
So Jesse finally finds our friends to come out as they were in town at the local bar. They come out and the whole broom/bucket/screaming thing ensues again until they get upstairs, while me and the other girl stand guard at the door, proclaiming "that thing starts flying, we're slamming the door, just sayin"..(we're such good friends, its every man for themselves with a bat flying!)
so they get the bat covered after a few more screams. I think either that bat had a stroke after the first scream from her, or was sick before it came into her house. It just layed there, though she SWORE it moved. We...ok THEY put the bucket over it, weighed the bucket down so our non-flying friend could not fly away and ruin their progress as bat catchers.

Much rejoicing was done. We then went for celebratory drinks afterwards laughing about the whole thing.

and nope I didnt get a picture. I wasn't getting THAT close.

incredible story

Here is caringbridge site for a friend of ours, actually a friend of a friend, but in a prayer request, it doesn't matter who knows who. All I know is that this poor woman is going through a hard time, please check it out and pray for her
http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/abbybraeliewiedmeyer/journal/1

My oldest turned 8!

These are the birthday treats my mom and I made for my oldest to take to school for his birthday treats. They are mario stars!

This is what 8 looks like. We did a little bowling.

Bella got into it, seriously watching her ball roll.

Grandpa helped Jax with his.

Birthday banner I made for him

Grandma(my mom) helping my youngest figure out a DS game.

My oldest and my niece partying it up.

Trying to get four children to look at a camera, while fitting them all in the shot, while trying to make them look half ways decent doesn't work. Someone moves, or gets chopped out or looks the other direction in some fake happy smile..lol.

Of course since he loves all things Mario, we had a Mario Ice cream cake!

Top of the cake!

Blowing out his candles!

Cards for Ava

Ava Raasch is a beautiful and spunky 4 year old battling lukemia. This past month has been rough on her. She could use some cheering up. Ava also has an older brother, Kegan.

My friends have started a card campaign. Below is her address! Pass this along!



Ava Raasch
631 N. Fairfield Ave Juneau WI 53039

My Little guy

My Little guy has a mind of his own. Hes a crazy mix of his siblings

yet he's very much his own person. Although when his brother and sister go away for the day

he doesn't quite know what to do with himself with just mom and dad. He has to entertain

himself,and he also entertains us. I catch him in many poses or actions and he grins and smiles most of the time.

He has a love for all things silly. He loves this tree. He proudly posted next to it one day for me.

He loves the outdoors and finds himself running around as fast as his little legs will carry him. He drives his big wheel or his cop car, or draws with chalk or engages in a game of ball. Whatever it is, he's so much fun when he's a "single only child". Like I said, he's a different guy.

Not saying that he's bad when he's with the other two, but theres sort of a way things go around our house. My middle child, my daughter, often takes the role of "alpha male"...lol. My mother calls that "second child syndrome". My oldest child is laid back, loving, and usually don't get his feathers ruffled too easily. He's also been a great big brother to both younger siblings. Then theres this youngest child. Wild at heart, yet his heart is as soft and tender as anything can be. Since moving to his big boy bed, he loves getting up in the morning and being able to run free to find out where the rest of us are . He comes running with his blanket and a huge smile. But he's also my wild crazy guy. He loves to get things in the fridge, mess with the fridge, move the kitchen chairs around, he loves the art of the toaster(though I dont like his love for the toaster), and he also loves the microwave(though I again don't share his love for my microwave). He's soft and snuggly , yet rowdy as all get out. But who couldn't love this face?

quick post

My third born. We were making a birthday cake for Daddy. I was attempting

to frost it when the frosting tool became hijacked. Then the cute hijacker gave me a frosting

kiss and I couldnt resist taking a picture.

My first born. Picture taken by the third born. Beginning to think he has some

hidden talents!

My middle child ....with her "baby" in her tummy. My friend was showing her
pics on her cell phone from when she was pregnant. My daughter adores this friend.
Hence the baby in her shirt, I mean tummy.