At Least once a year

I make it a point to maintain my blog regularly. I m ean, I have my piano tuned about once a year, so the blog should be at least that frequent.

Two things- Hunter is still my happiest baby/toddler. He is almost always smiling and he is so lovable.
- the secret thing was Nephi and Lyndsay getting married. and that has been great. They are expecting a bouncing baby. Hooray

And I have taken up running. Who knew? Time to hit the treadmill today.

Hunter

Howie told me that I shouldn't name my blogspot hyrumnkimber because they wouldn't be the only ones.
Enter: Joseph Hunter Anderson Nov 9, 2008.
He is my happiest baby to date- and yet he has a little tummy issue. If he has gas, he becomes my loudest child to date. Poor little guy.

Birthday

My birhtday this year will be so interesting. I get to make a trip to Utah, which is great. Howie is watching the bigger kids and I get to take the baby. I get to go all by myself (I guess baby is included in my sense of self for a bit) to see something so special and fun- and semi-secret :) fun. I love it. I'll tell you how it goes

Midnight Madness

Piece of junk...
Something about late hours (or early hours) seems to make things work less efficiently (or not at all). Mostly, I am complaining because after my kids went to sleep tonight, I had the odious task of balancing the books. This is hard at any time of day, but becomes more difficult when half the web sites I need to access shut down for maintanance during the foggy hours of the night.

Of course, now that I am done, I guess I shouldn't complain about my slow computer. It got the job done, right? The thing I am truly annoyed with now is that the computer isn't working as smoothly as I would like while I am surfing the web, checking my email and writing my blog. The quesiton is, why on earth do I have to do those things in the middle of the blessed night!?! Can't I just turn off this computer and get a little sleep before the kids are up again? Of course I can. The following is me practicing my self control.

zzzzz....

Why babies were not meant to have hair

Imagine a lawn. You like your lawn finely manicured. Unfortunately, the lawn may not feel the same way....
Now, put your lawn on a huge bowling ball so it is nice and spherical (this is a mowing defense tactic and if all lawns were smart, that is how they would insist upon growing).
Make it so the sphere of turf can role away when it is concerned about something. And add a large speaker that lets out unpleasantries when the lawn is abused or subjected to humiliation.
Now you are ready to bring out he lawn mower. The lawn looks at it with interest until you start the mower. Immediately, the lawn shrinks away and emits load noises. You must chase the lawn and hold it down while you complete the first few passes with the mower. Amid escalating cries of horror, the lawn reels and turns to avoid the mower, making it impossible to cut the grass evenly. Seeing the futility of continuing in this fashion you decide that perhaps the lawn will react more favorably to garden sheers.
The lawn stops running away as soon as that dreadful mower stops. Immediately, the lawn becomes fascinated by the clippers and attempts to watch every snip. This is tiresome to you and the lawn, so the lawn decides to try and take over its own cutting. Somehow, you keep the clippers in your own control and complete some semblance of a decent trim. I wouldn't call it a fine manicure because there are renegade pieces on various sides poke out unpredictably. If all lawns were as difficult to cut, I imagine there would be more shaggy lawns. Of course, it isn't a lawn at all, it's a babies bobbing head. Lawn are much easier because they have no ears to nip and do not grab for the clippers. And lawns have no little brown eyes to fill with sad baby tears. Fortunately, most babies are born semi-bald, simplifying life for frustrated hair cutters everywhere.

Back in the Game

I got a phone call this morning from the Pima County Prosecuting Attourney's office. Fun fun. No, it was not about my rapant avacado eating binge. About 2 months ago a kid spray painted a wall beside our property and I called the cops. What really trips me out is that when they picked him up, the young man confessed and was carted home to his parents for a little wrist slapping. Today the attourney's office called me because this young man was involved in more serious gang related crime and they wanted to know anything that I had seen or could possibly guess from the tagging incident.

Wow.

I hesitate the pull the "Government Should do More" card because I think it is way over used. That being said, could the governemnt have done more? I just feel so saddened that the consequences for the small stuff weren't serious enough to keep this kid from doing bigger stuff. It makes me worry about the world a little more. I suppose I know that the last days are coming, and all. Yet I wonder if there is something more I could do to fend off the dark tides before the end of the world as we know it.

So, I put the Sherrif's department on speed dail.

Chocolate: a gift from above

Kimber's turns two, eats frosting instead of blowing out candles