Sigh...

Do you ever get tired of being yelled at? Don't most of us, at the end of a long day, just think, "Ya know, I don't think I was yelled at enough today. Hopefully tomorrow will more productive..."

Bryce is going through a yelling phase. Which really is lovely, because all my favorite people are yellers.  It tends to be such a great indicator of emotional health and personal refinement.

Today Bryce got up from his nap in a bit of a mood. He yelled at me because the light in the bathroom wasn't on (apparently, it's supposed to sense his arrival and just "turn on," like we have BMW engineered bathroom lights or something). Then he yelled at me because there was water in his potty. ("There's water in my potty," I said, pointing to the toilet. But, no. That didn't help.) Then he yelled at me because I walked out before he was done. Then he yelled because he couldn't find his cup. Then he yelled because his blankie wasn't hanging on the back of his chair, etc. Finally, after he was done eating I said, "Bryce, don't drag your blanket through the kitchen, it's going to get dirty."

At which point he yelled as loud as he could, "I like my blankie right HERE!" 

Without saying anything, I picked up his blanket and threw it down the stairs (towards his room). He then went into a full-on meltdown right in the middle of the kitchen floor. At which point, one of my other children responded, "Jeez, Mom. You didn't have to be mean to him."

Nice.

Hopefully tomorrow will be more productive.

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Well, it's official: my blogging has achieved "guilt" status. It is now a part of the ritualistic self-bludgeoning that I do each night as I lay in bed and rehearse my list of daily failures, "I should read more with Chelsea... I shouldn't have snapped at Spencer... I forgot to take my calcium... I never got around to sweeping the front steps... I need to blog more..."
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As you know, blogging is one more thing that every good Mormon wife should be doing. And it definitely ranks right up there with calcium. So today, I am attempting double duty: I am not only going to blog (hence this rambling) but, I ALSO went and got my eyebrows waxed which is a big plus for me because I was starting to look like sasquatch.

The following is a list (some with photos) of a few things we have done since April 6. I swear we've done more than this, but if an event isn't photographed it quickly slips from my memory into the nebulous oblivion of "did I do that or did I just read about it in a Stephenie Meyer novel?"

Here are a few of the things that I am sure happened:

Bryce turned three on June 1st.

And of course, he got some clothes.

Because there is nothing he likes more

than changing his clothes.

Here he is blowing out his candles
(and wearing his new shirt).

*****

Spencer caught a fish.

But there is a story behind this fish.
(No, really, it's an interesting fish story, I promise...)

Do you see the size of this fish?
Do you see the size of this bottle?

Carter and Spencer went "fishing" (i.e. some string & some cheese & some boyish enthusiasm) at the small pond here in our park where they caught several ugly fish. Carter needed to gut a fish to complete his fishing merit badge, so he brought his fish home in a bag. Spencer wanted to keep his fish, so Carter shoved it down into the very narrow opening of this powerade bottle.

The fish only lived for about 20 minutes.
Carter told Spencer it died due to a lack of oxygen.
But the coroner ruled it blunt force trauma.

*****

April ate something

I'm not sure why I took this picture or what she was eating, 

but apparently at the time it seemed relevant.

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We went hiking with Jon and Gina.

Oh, and Cookie came too.

You just can't see her because she likes to go her own way!

She's really on Jon's back, see her little arm?

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And, as I am sure many of you are aware,

Carter got new basketball shoes.

He worked long and hard for these shoes.
(Not quite as long as Jacob worked for Rachel, but it seemed that long!)

They are of course, signed by Kobe Bryant, which enhances their value in the eyes of some, and decreases their value of eyes of most.

But, a special thanks goes out to uncle Jon who finagled the sales price on these "no longer on sale" shoes. If you want the full story, you'll have to ask Jon or Carter. It's a pretty good one. 

(But not quite as good as the fish story.)