Liar, liar pants on fire

I swear that I really was planning on posting pictures of my purses tonight.  I even had Autumn hand over her purse for said photo shoot.  Then I realized that someone had my card reader and all of my cards were full.  Sigh.  I hope I don't recieve any death threats over this one. Compromise?  I will post the links to the cute bags that I made so you can at least start working on your own.  Deal?

My purse

Autumn's Purse

As for the pictures of Becky's family?  You can hop on over to my photography blog to check them out.  And as soon as my card reader comes back, you'll be checkin out my purse creations. Swear.  Oh, wait.  I don't swear. 

Preview

I am about to crash, but here is a little preview of pictures from this weekend.

quick update

We are winding down our trip up to Snohomish tonight, planning on taking off tomorrow morning. It has been a little bit of a whirlwind, full of a cousin birthday party (that Elise has been talking about in anticipation for the last week), a baby shower for my soon to pop big sister, family pictures for Becky, a Twilight release party for us sisters and a nice family dinner tonight. Tomorrow we make our nice drive home and stop for a belated birthday present for Autumn at raintree nursery. (a lemon tree that she has been patiently waiting for. Yes, her birthday was 2 weeks ago. Yes, I stink. Any other questions?) When I get home, I promise pictures of all the fun, along with pictures of the absolutely adorable purses that I finished right before leaving for our mini vacation. Did I say they were adorable? That doesn't even begin to describe them. These free patterns I found online through a few recommendations have gotten me into the bag making groove. Coming soon, to a blog near you....

No more late night runs to Target

Inevitably, I find myself running for a diaper to find that we only have one left.  yikes!  As much as I love Target, I don't always want to run there to buy diapers before Elise wakes up for a diaper change.  A little late in the game, as we are on #6 girl and not #1, I have found the answer.  A friend just turned me onto Diapers.com.  I figured it out to be .03 less per diaper (which isn't a ton), but I figure it is totally worth not having to trek out to Target when it seems to be least convenient.  They also have a handy dandy referral system which give anyone I refer a $10 coupon, while giving me a little piece of the pie to.  I see free diapers in my future, what do you think?  Free diapers....ahhhh.  If any of you parental figures out there need some diapers, they can hook you up with a $10 coupon and free shipping (what?  Diapers brought to your front door?) if you enter my lovely referral code of : kang8 (as in there are 8 of us at our carved up dinner table).  Now I can just go to target for the fun stuff.  Like cute and funk towels.  Or shoes?  Hmmm....now I want to go to target.  Woo hoo!

Hypothetical Question

No super glue today as I didn't make it to the store, but if I reposition the e key in place every time I go to type an e, all is well.  Painful, but it works.  So.  Hypothetically speaking, what kind of punishment would you give a child who carves their FULL name onto the table?  I really don't know what would be appropriate "if" one of the girls ever turned crazy enough to do this, but I think I might have to first subject her to hours of torment by telling her that Chris and I would think of an appropriate punishment.  Then maybe I would ask the blogging community after Chris and I came up dry.  Not that any of my perfect little angels would ever do such a thing.  But if they did, what do you think you would do?  I think I might be a little lost if such a thing ever happened.   I remember seeing an article about a decorator at home who had a kitchen table that she freely let her children carve messages into.  I remember thinking what a cool family gathering place that would create and running to Chris to share the idea.  His response was somewhere along the lines of,  "Bad idea.  What would that teach the kids?"  I don't think any kids were listening to that conversation.  Hmmm....

Side note: I am left handed and have heard for many years the "compliment" of , "Wow! You have good handwriting for being left handed!"  Out of 5 of our girls that are old enough to know for sure, one is left handed.  And  for the record, her handwriting rocks compared to everyone else's.  If life was a little less hypothetical, I think you might be able to see that displayed on...oh....maybe our table?  So there! The proof is not in the pudding, but in the wood. :)

Side note #2: I am going to get my photography biz up and running again.  Still in the works, but you can take a sneak peak off to the right over there at Smiling Eyes Photo.  Let me know what you think and any suggestions you might have for me.  

your in big troubl, littl missy.

Today whil Hannah was using hr 10 minuts of Pt Socity, Rachl cam and told m that sh had droppd th kyboard.  Knockd th  ky right off, braking th littl mchanism undr th ky.  Chris thinks supr glu might fix it, but until thn I was stuck to my own dvics for blogging.  So hr it is.  Ys, th  ky is vry important.  Cutst part of it all was at dinnr whn I was tlling Chris about it.  Hannah said, in a vry irritatd ton, "Just in cas you wr wondring, I fll today, too." But sh got lucky whn sh fll.  Sh didn't los any of hr kys.  On th shopping list for tomorrow?  Supr Glu.  And mayb a dit cok.  It has bn a long tim and I think I might hav arnd on.

survival

Somedays, all I can say for myself is that I have survived.  We are all alive.  Nobody has been "dropped of at the orphanage" or "hung by the chandelier", which are my two favorite threats that my children laugh at because they know that neither would ever actually happen.

Since I don't have much to share from today (because it was just one of those days), I will share a little piece of parental wisdom.  This seems like a "duh" thing that you should always do, but I do know that when I get busy and forget this step, everything falls apart. (Granted, sometimes things fall apart when I remember it, but not nearly as often)  Before we go anywhere with the girlies, we always have the following conversation:

Me: Okay, girls, what are the things that you aren't allowed to do at ___________?"

Them: a myriad of obvious answers that they still do sometimes, including Hannah always saying "we don't chase boys!"

Me: Anything else?

Them: Each person takes a turn suggesting something

Me: Okay and what can we do there?

Them: a myriad of obvious answers, although there aren't nearly as many as on the can't list.

Me: I now explain they whys behind some of these can's and cant's- 

Now, let's say you are returning things at Fred Meyer's and you forget to talk about some of the things on the can't list.  Hypothetically speaking, of course.  Then you might end up with kids climbing on the cart, playing games throughout the store that involve jumping from one colored tile to the next and bumping into innocent bystanders.  Hypothetically speaking, of course.  The moral of the story: Always talk to your kids on the way to any location about what is expected out of them.  (Even if you go there all the time and they should dang well know what they should and shouldn't do. ) Or else you will have had a day like mine.  And your kids will be extremely disappointed when their mommy doesn't let them have the free cookie.  Yikes, I tell you.