There's a Lizard on my Head

We had Chris' parents and sister Theresa visit this week for spring break. We had a great visit with them. I love when family comes to town because then we actually get out and enjoy all thing So-Californian, like In-N-Out.

And what trip down here would be complete without paying homage to the happiest place on earth? (Thanks, Doris, for tying quilts to earn our "Give a Day, Get a Day" Tickets).

We let the kids pick out some souvenirs--their very own mustard packets! Included in the price of admission, I might add. Our poor, poor children.

We visited a few museums locally as well. One of them had a reptile room with snakes, lizards, spiders and other things that make your skin crawl. Benny has been quite afraid of lizards. We have them all over our yard. I heard him screaming one day while they were playing back there. I found him on some stairs in the very back of the yard paralyzed with fear, a 3-inch lizard clinging to some bricks a few feet from where he sat. He's a pretty thick-skinned kid usually, so I'm trying to help him get over it. We looked at all of the caged specimens at the museum. He clung to me, but seemed interested. I set him down for a few minutes after he got comfortable. I turned to look at something, inadvertently brushing his glamorous blond curls that extend quite beyond the edges of his head. He let out some screams that made me think one of the tarantulas had escaped and was gnawing on his scalp! We ran him out of the room, calmed him down, and after a thorough check of his head determined he just thought a lizard was on his head. The next few days confirmed our theory. He kept one hand on his head most of the time. Upon awakening, he would grab his head and ask "Li-yo?" (Lizard?). "No, Benny. All of the lizards are locked up in their cages. You are safe." We ate our Easter dinner outside. The breeze kept blowing his curls. He wouldn't eat. He kept looking around, one hand holding his head, saying "Li-yo, li-yo." I finally grabbed one of Lucy's hairties and pulled his hair back in a pony tail. That helped. I thought it looked dope. Chris said "No. It looks white-trash."

Later that night.

I love Ben's curls. Do I really need to cut them? Will this be the straw that broke the camel's back (or the needle that cracked the donkey's back, right Amy?)? Someone told me my little girl was cute the other day, too. He doesn't look girly. Really. He's husky and looks boylish if you ask Sam (his made up word). But maybe it's time.

V-Day and the B-Fam

I haven't posted in awhile. Oi! I was so excited when the new year came -- I felt motivated to clean up Christmas and get jumping on my resolutions. I've been going full steam ahead organizing junk drawers, getting back on the running bandwagon (it's on between Chris and I for a half in May -- he thinks he actually has a shot at beating me), finishing projects...I even learned how to prune my roses! As wonderful and magical as Christmas is, the post-Christmas detox has really left me feeling good. The rain down here has turned our normal desert landscape green and lush. It's only the second time since we've lived here that we've seen this kind of greenery. Enjoy it while it lasts!

Cupid's arrow has hit a few of us here in Barneyville. Sam says the girls at school organized a "crew" and chase him and two other boys around trying to kiss them. Lucy got her first non-family-boy Valentine and it was from our neighbor, a 1st grader -- he laid the carnation on her pillow during her nap! And Ben, well, Ben started acting like a puppy and licks everyone all the time. I guess that ties in with my love theme in the puppy love category. Chris loves me, too. He watched the kids after dinner so I could go get a haircut and do some errands. Of course we're going on a classy Valentine's date to our ward dinner dance. I told him we could leave early and hit a movie to sweeten the deal. Any suggestions on good flicks out right now?

I hope you all have a fantastic Valentine's Day. We send you our love (and licks!).

XOXOXOXOXOXO

What do you bring to a white elephant gift exchange?

That!

The month in review

Doesn't that title just grab your interest and make you want to read this post? I bet you're on the edge of your seats. Well, I won't let you down!

THE PRICE IS RIGHT

I fulfilled one my lifetime goals (I set reasonable goals for myself) by attending a taping of The Price is Right. I went with my Grandma, my sis, and my friend Sheri who I found out while we were there is my third cousin! Her grandma and my grandma were cousins and grew up picking potatoes together. Crazy mormons are all related, I guess. The day required hours and hours of waiting in lines, but we met a lot of nice people. One elderly couple we waited in line with entertained us with some stand-up comedy that they perform on cruise ships (the wife asks him to nibble on her ear like he used to. He jumps out of bed. She says "where are you going?" Husband replies "To get my teeth!"). We got in the show, and although we didn't get to come on down, we yelled ourselves hoarse saying "One dollar, one dollar!" Overall it was totally exhausting, but I guess that's the "price" you have to pay for fame and fortune! Hee hee...

Grandma hung out with us for a few days. The kids loved having her around, especially Ben. He likes to eat and she likes to feed people. It's a match made in heaven!
What else did we do this month? I'm glad you asked.

THANKSGIVING

We had a wonderful Thanksgiving. We invited Nellie over and had our own meal. Man oh man, what a great holiday. As my friend Carly said "Good food and being grateful, how much better could a day get?" And it really can get better when my friend Jill, who also has celiac disease, did a pie swap with me. I had four gluten free pies. It was like a little turkey day miracle. And then it got better when Sam wanted to help, so I gave him the ingredients for the cheeseball and he made it! It was the first time that he helped in a way that actually diminished my workload instead of the other way around.

I have so much to be grateful for, so I wrote a poem about it:

Turkey day helps me count all my blessings.

And you also say "please pass the dressing."

I love all my family

I love all my friends

And I promise with you I'm not messing.

The sugar rush begins

Happy Halloween from the Barneys!

We went to our ward Halloween Hoopla and had loads and loads of fun (almost as much fun as we had candy in our buckets afterward!) Here's Tinkerbell, Usain Bolt the Olympic 100 M dash gold medalist, and a chicken.

This video shows Ben in action as a chicken. Too bad he could only keep the costume on for 15 minutes before he started sweating to death. He made one cute little chicken, though, for as long as it lasted.

The other pics are our recent trips to Disneyland. Amy and I celebrated our birthday there. Birthdays are so cool with a twin. And especially when it's Amy. We had a birthday sleepover the night before. She kept doing nice things for me during the day saying it was in honor of my birthday. Then I had fun making my own birthday cake because, really, it was for Amy. That's what I call a lesson in service! Here's baby Kate with her matching Moms at Disneyland.

Chris has gotten used to me hounding him to take pictures. He has the longer arm and he's gotten pretty good at it, don't you think? Here's us on our date night at Disneyland on tea cups (thank you Sheri for watching the kids!).

3,000 Miles and a book full of pictures later...

Yeah. We totally drove all the way to Seattle (and all over WA) and back as a family and we're actually alive to tell the tale. And you know what, I'm glad we did it! We had a really good time together. It seems like the traveling part of the trips comprise a lot of my memories of vacationing with the whole family as a child, (wrestling in the back of the blue van/ watching out for our pet iguana as it wandered the van when we moved from CA to CO). Traveling is different now than when I was a kid. Maybe Sam will remember the hour upon hour he watched Scooby Doo, or how it was even cooler in Portuguese once they tired of the English version. Scooby still starts his words with r's, even in Portuguese.

Other possible experiences that indelibly etched upon thier young minds:

Seeing a tree you could drive through if you didn't have a fully loaded mini-van with a storage thing on top. Pulling over to see a "life size" creation of Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox. We'd seen a special about this place on a Huell Howser show (that guy is the coolest), and couldn't miss a chance to be somewhere Huell had once been. He even talked and waved to us! Camping in the redwoods where we enjoyed skipping rocks and all sleeping soundly in one tent (wonder of wonder, miracles of miracles).We got to see Seattle and ride the ferry to Bainbridge Island.

Here's Chris with the kids and an oh-so picturesque Rainbow settling just over the Space Needle. Beautiful, isn't it? Here's me Reading Harry Potter in the car on the ferry while Sam sleeps off the last remnants of the food poisoning that we all got, but he was the last to get it and the last to recover. But a quiet moment in the car is almost as nice as a rainbow and the space needle sometimes.

The real reason for the drive was Chris' sister Becky's wedding. The groom's (Jon's) Dad lives on Bainbridge Island and has a gorgeous backyard where they held the ceremony. Lucy got to be the flower girl and made it most of the way down the aisle before becoming completely terrified and running to me crying. Ben liked playing with the petals, so it all worked out, and I think they got a few good pics of her before she saw the crowd, so all is well.

The bride and groom glowed and we loved being with Becky and the rest of the Barney family whom we definitely don't see often enough. Here's Chris and his brothers (Dean, Jason, and Aaron) with their sis Becky.

The women: Bridesmaid I don't know, Theresa, Becky, and Erica holding Eva.

Becky graced us with her singing/keyboard talents (she is SO amazing!) and her friends from other bands from the Seattle area rocked the reception. They were so good, they even got Grandpa busting a move! Now I know where Chris gets his moves!


Daddy-daughter dancing is the BEST!
Cute cousin Eva found Ben and remember him from their visit this summer. She gave him a little kiss and he stood ever so still. I think it means they'll be friends forever.

Forgive the shoddy camera work. She can really sing.

After the wedding, we spent a few days touring Seattle, Mount Rainier, and Mount St. Helens. Those mountains sure make you understand what it means to be the dust of the earth. They tower over everything. They are some amazing creations!

Grandma Doris and Ben playing dress-up in Ye Olde Curiousity Shoppe. Sam finding butterflies at the Pacific Science Center.

Mount St. Helens lost over 1,000 feet in height when it erupted. The whole area looks desolate compared to the lush forests everywhere else (it's still greener than SoCal!).

Mount Rainier vs. Sam -- who would you bet on?

The Grove of the Patriarchs.

We also spent some time with Grandpa Chris and Grandma Doris, who let the kids ride one of their miniature horses. They LOVED it!
That's it! We are back and glad to be back. I don't think we'll be traveling out of state for quite awhile. Come to sunny so-cal and visit us instead!

Mourning the end of an era

Up to this point my life as a mother hasn't been controlled much by anything but me. I got used to doing whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. We had a good schedule of things we were involved in and doing, but nothing we HAD to do, usually. Now school has started and it's all changing. I am officially controlled by the man now. I have to take my child to school every day or they'll throw me in "JL" (that's Jail in Sam's dialect of English). At least I tell Sam he has to go every day or we'll both get in trouble -- I didn't tell him I'd go to jail, promise.

I have to say that three kids at home at once did get a little overwhelming near the end of this summer, though, making me ready for school to start. You can only sing and dance for so long before you just want them to go and clean up their room just because you told them to do it. Can you tell I was ready for a change? But I will miss a few things like:

Lounging around in our pj's all day.

Camping in the backyard -- not caring about bedtimes or routines.
Lounging in the tent.
Boating with the girls.

Making cookies outside so we could recklessy sprinkle the dough with flour (and taking a bath on the grass with the hose afterwards).

Summer ended when I told Sam "Finish your homework first"." And then I realized I'm probably going to say those exact words a lot more for a long time. I can't believe Sam's in school. Gone are the carefree days of summer and here comes structure and schedules. Gone is my baby boy! But he's ready and I'm ready. It's not all bad, but it'll take some getting used to.

He could hardly sleep the night before he was so excited. He woke up early, brought out his carefully planned clothes, dressed, then asked me every few seconds when it was time to go. During breakfast he told me he felt like a teenager. Once the time finally came, he donned his backpack and jumped into my view saying "I'm Kindergarten Boy!"

That's his teacher Mrs. Stephens in the background. She's great!When I picked him up, he looked like they'd been performing China torture on him. He moped over to me and when I asked how it went, he said "Not good!" Day 2 and 3 have gone a little better, I think.

Our day is different without Sam. Lucy and I like doing girly things now like dress-ups and painting our toe nails. Ben jumps right in. He has lovely pink toes right now and he loves it. I don't know if things have changed for the better for sweet little Benny boy. Change is good, though, right?