Some Very Important Items

Much to our surprise yesterday after 2 months of flat-out refusing to be in the primary program Forrest decided to join the other children on the stand in the chapel. We didn't pressure him or make a big deal about but I really did hope he would decide to it. He also waltzed up to the microphone to say his part when it was his turn which surprised the heck out of me and totally made me cry. Meanwhile, Lola was beating up my mom and calling her names in the pew.




AND...Lola's potty-trained. All it really took was getting her some tinkerbell panties and she was there. She spent 2 weeks carting around armloads of panties and studying them every time she sat down.



Lola also got some new glittery Sunday shoes that obviously hurt her ankles. She refuses to let me put band-aids on the parts of her foot that the shoes rub raw but also insists on wearing the shoes so she just sort of hobbles around in them. My mom came up to watch the primary program yesterday and we had to laugh because both she and I were wearing shoes that hurt our feet. The three of us hobbled out to the car after the block. What can I say besides: beauty hurts.

And I haven't called Cache Valley to complain about the unmeltable cheese because my to-do list is already too long:
1. Make DDS Appts.
2. Find out if Lola needs a booster shot for the flu shot she got last week.
3. Get Forr's bloodwoork done and get him into the allergist.
4. Get Lola out of her crib and into a bed.
5. Show Forrest pictures of what lungs looks like.
6. Many many household chores are also on this list but I am not going to mention any of them.

Hogle Zoo '09

Independence Day equals the Loobies annual trek to the zoo.

Highlights, anyone??

Here is the tiger that someone (I wouldn't want to mention any names. Okay, maybe I will...MOM- you crazy lady!!) threw a berry she picked off a bush and threw it at this sleeping tiger. She hit the tiger right in his exposed underbelly causing him to twitch wildly in his sleep.




We tried to get a picture of some of the nieces and nephews together. All of the photos turned out about like this:





Here is a picture of cute Liam (he wasn't around during the photo fiasco):



And finally, here in the background of this photo you will see my cousin who, just by wheeling around in her rented Jazzy provoked the mountain lion so badly it jumped off the "rocks" in it's exhibit and pounced onto the chain-link enclosure trying to attack her.

weird post about a glue gun

Yesterday I hot-glued some flowers and ribbons onto little clips for Lola's hair because I sometimes pretend that I'm a crafty person. I say pretend because whenever I try to do a craft I agonize over making asinine decisions and then end up not liking the decisions I made (in case you didn't notice I changed my blog title and background again). Some people really are crafty. They have a vision that they unflinchingly pursue and the end result is a masterpiece. Truly a beautiful thing to behold.

The flower/bow/hair-thingy project required a trip to the craft store where I wandered around like a zombie picking things up and staring at them for a really long time. Then I headed to my mom's house where I rifled through her things in order to borrow her hot-glue gun. Here she is:



Absolutely caked with dried shiny glue and bits of our crafts over the years:



Even a little piece of ribbon:




That hot-glue gun brought back some great memories of crafty adventures along with some even better memories of crafty misadventures with my mom and the other women in my life that I love. It has been privy to some moments of pure hilarity.

Oh yeah, here is a pic of the flower hair clips: