...Orange floats and hula

Just a quick post on our weekend so far. We went to a fund raiser tonight that was a mom and daughter thing - with a Hawaiian theme. There were various booths and all that, but they also had entertainment. As is, at least in my experience, commonplace, they invited the kids in the audience to come and learn a hula. You would have thought that Sabrina had a spring on her chair she was climbing on the stage so darn fast. It was absolutely awesome watching Emma and Sabrina try and swirl their little hips with the pros. (Where was D? She is farrrrrr to cool for that!)
Ethan has been dying for two days to go get an orange float with his dad. Have I mentioned the orange obsession? He saw the picture on an ad he pulled out of the mailbox. They were sitting in the restaurant and some jiggy 50's tune came on the radio and he hopped right off his seat and started doing his dance moves in the aisle. Then started up the Darth Vader song. Loud. A little grandma started talking to him, asking about Star Wars and how old he was and telling him he was really talented. That put an end to the dance. He will do anything in front of strangers, until they start talking to him.

...A rare date...

A couple weeks ago Rich and I went on a date to see his friend in the Tabernacle Choir. We were downtown and I was thinking mexican, so we went to what used to be our favorite place - The Red Iguana. Oh man. It was super tasty.
The choir and the walk and all that was nice also.
I blog - because I actually had my tiny purse camera in my purse!

...Star Wars, Star Wars...

Dum. Dum. Dum. Dum-da-dum-dun-da-dum. Happy Star Wars Day! Thanks to Auntie Beth for informing us of this lovely holiday! Who even knew that there was such a day! We, meaning Ethan, are totally obsessing over Star Wars lately, so this is perfect. He walks around singing the "Darth Vader Song" all day long, and so insanely loud, and on pitch also. Crazy. He fights his light saber duels in front of the fireplace so he can watch his reflection. We are watching Star Wars...and eating popcorn with candy stars. I had grand plans for some new fangled official Star Wars treat, but half of us were bawling, and the other half were whining - so it is just star popcorn. The other day Ethan was talking about O-B-Wan-Tickle me. I was like - what was his name? Now he won't say it again. He already got it right. Darn. The girls are huge fans also. Sabrina and Emma especially. They are such awesome girls.

"Will someone please get this big walking carpet out of my way!"
"This bickering is pointless!"
"We're fine, we're all fine here, thank you, how are you?"
"Traveling through hyper space ain't like dustin' crops boy!"
"Your powers are weak old man!"


"May the force be with you."

...hours of dancing...

Our girls all had their dance recital this weekend. Poor D had dance every day last week. Between the hours of rehearsals for the two shows and then finally the two shows, at least one of us is ready for the summer break. (Poor me, 10 hour marathon competition next week!)
All three of the girls did an amazing job. They all looked absolutely gorgeous! Emma's hair was insanely beautiful, Sabrina looked stunning and so grown up, and Delaney never ceases to amaze me with her calm under pressure. All three of them just hang out, line up, head on stage, perform, go back to hanging out. They don't even seem at all concerned about performing and everyone watching them. Of course, I am running around like a chicken with my head cut off whipping out lipstick, spray gel, mascara, bobby pins, safety pins, snacks, scissors to clip strings, various shoes and hair accessories and arm thingys and crazy leg things that never, ever, ever stay up on Emma's skinny legs.

Delaney was such the dramatic pre teen - her and all her buddies stressing over the fact that there were only TWO NUMBERS for them to get changed! And so and so's tights got ripped in half and this girl's rhinestone belt flipped off, etc. When I got back to the high school with Sabrina and Emma, they were running up to me all up in arms about the fact that they scheduled their dances so close - and all the rest. (Are we understanding the humor here? I suppose I am not doing it justice, but I want to remember.)
All in all, it was a huge success. Their songs were fun. The costumes were fun. Backstage was fun! I will say, due to the time crunch of the two shows, not many photos were taken. Grrrr.

...Only in Lehi?

I was driving home today from my errands. I decided to head up the "Costco hill" to give my little dude a chance to fall asleep. I am sure he was exhausted because he had been walking around in the store for 15 minutes PRETEND SMOKING! Where does he get this? I digress... So I begin to slow at the stop sign, and suddenly two ginormous cows come flying around the corner! Completely disregarding the stop sign! I sat there in my car while these cows plowed forward right at my car. I was totally stumped at what to do in this situation, so naturally I was asking Ethan, what do I do when the cows smash into our car?!? If I try to move out of the way, they might barrell into Ethan's side - wheras, if I sit here, they will hit the front and the air bag would deploy if it was too hard, and Ethan would be fine. The cows slowed and just went RIGHT by the sides of the van. Or course, Ethan considers this quite THE most exciting ride home from errands he has ever had. (And no, there was no car snooze after all THAT)!

I am trying to think of some blog cheese...
Isn't it just so wonderful that I live in a place so city, that I can get to the store to buy a fresh pineapple and crab, yet so country that there can be bovine/auto incidences to entertain my 3 year old (soon to be - chain smoker).

...depressing Sunday...

I was trying to help a nursery leader find a mom today. As we walked down the hallway, she asked me if I was pregnant! Wow.
Truly, a month ago, I don't think it would have bugged me as much. But...I have been doing so well getting a workout in for the last 5 weeks. I realize I have made cookies 5 times in those five weeks, but I didn't eat ALL of them!
In the end, she told me how Ethan had been sitting in nursery telling her that he is not going to be my baby anymore. That he will be the big kid now. I am trying to believe her. But, at the end of the day, she took one look at me, and suddenly it all made sense to her.

...Easter morning...

This morning I jumped (okay - flopped out of bed) and wandered sightless down the hall to preheat the oven for my orange rolls. Then I fell back in bed. I laid there trying to go back to sleep, praising my kids in my mind that they were still in bed when the sun was starting to come up.
I was just on the edge of sleep when I started to hear this sound in the basement. Plop. Plop. Plop, plop, plop. I got up again, (with glasses this time) and headed down the stairs where I could see Ethan in the kitchen in the basement opening up Easter eggs. He says to me with a handful of treats - "MOM! I am hungry!"
I said "Oh my! The Easter Bunny came and brought some eggs"! Instantaneously, Emma and Sabrina were there - and within 5 seconds Emma was crying because Ethan got the first egg
(and consequently, the first candy!)
Of course, the girls had been up for an hour and were just waiting for us to make some noise so they could come and snag all the eggs they had scoped out already. I am happy to report that aside from the initial hysterics, they were all so kind about it. The big ones pointing out low hidden ones to the short ones. No pushing or shoving. And no more tears.
We then settled in to eat these yummy orange rolls I tried, which took forever to make, and about 15 minutes to be devoured. After all, I feel, as I am sure everyone else does, that on a day when you will consume your weight in sugar, what you really need to do is start out with a nice healthy serving of white flour, butter, and sugar.

Two side notes: I am totally failing as a "holiday parent" since my 3 year old has no notion of the Easter Bunny. Last night when Sabrina mentioned it, he put on his shoes to go check the mail for the Bunny. Poor dude. (Why the mailbox? No clue.)
Next: Thank heaven Richard is on the ball. When I brushed the teeth and headed to bed, he very nicely reminded me that I might have forgotten to hide the eggs. Not only that - but at midnight I was FILLING them! Does anyone remember when I had a brain. I need to go back and find it!