Oil and Water

I always bring paper for the kids to draw rainbows and butterflies and things that make them happy during church.  I usually empty my church bag when I get home...most of the time I just throw all the drawings away as I give them a quick look.  I was a little surprised at Syd's latest drawing.  I admit I laughed at first but now I have to do some parenting...or take this drawing to a psychologist...because I don't know what to do.  I give up on trying to get these two to get along.  I decided to encourage their fighting and see what type of reaction I would get.  I told them that if they fought they would get chores...but my new twist was...please hit him...please bug her...I really have some chores I don't want to do.  "Go get in the car and make sure you sit by Syd and get in her face so she will hit you...Syd go take Brody's things and run away as fast as you can then huck it at him...Please, oh, please I need the dishwasher emptied.  They both would look at me like I was crazy and actually acted like they were getting along and love each other.  Dang them...they got me.  I don't care if it is fake...I will take it.  I even got a new drawing on Sunday.

Bush Diving

You know when you are half listening to a story and then something catches your ear...so you have to make that person tell it again and really start listening because what you heard could not have been right.  Bush Diving?  Taylor was talking to me as if I knew what Bush Diving was.  "Didn't kids jump into bushes at your school when security was not looking?" she asked.  "No... and why is that fun?" I responded.  She said everyone watches and takes photos until security comes and pulls them out of the plants.  She even had some photos on her phone to prove it to me.  I guess that could be funny during lunch.  I asked her if she could imagine adults doing this in real life and then acted like I was jumping in the bushes while we were at the doctors office.  We both started cracking up.  It was so dumb it was funny.     

I told her I would give her five dollars if she would do it at school and take a photo as evidence.  I don't think this should count.  She said only boys really jump in.

Then I got to thinking how dumb the security guards are....if I were security and this was a problem I would go plant some rose bushes. 

Problem solved. 

Our "Westovers"

We LOVE this General Conference tradition.  We don't even call them cinnamon rolls...we call them "Westovers" after the lady who makes them for us.  We love her and her rolls.

Revenge

 Last week we had some visitors leave quite a mess behind.  We all knew what needed to be done except Brody.  He was confused as to why someone would leave toilet paper in our yard.  Then he wanted to use it in the bathroom.  Everyone else knew we needed REVENGE!!

  This was my house.

 They took it serious and even dressed gangsta/robber/football player...I think that was the look they were going for.

This is the victim's house when we were finished.  You can't see well in the picture but there are 300 forks in the lawn with the toilet paper everywhere and chalk messages on the driveway.

When we were finished, Brody asked if he could do this for his next birthday party.  Can you imagine taking 5-year-old children toilet papering?  I think he had fun and the gangsta girls did too.