Meet Shaelee! She is Marshall's personal beautician! Marshall and Shaelee have been friends/boyfriend/girlfriend since they knew each other existed! (I've known shae's mom for 6+ years). We fondly refer to Shaelee as "Our Shae"! Well, Shae and Marshall got together yesterday for a playdate while I went to a funeral. After the funeral, I grab my cell phone to turn it back on and I notice there is a missed call from Shae's mom. I listen to my messages and sure enough there's a message from Tammy warning me to not freak out when Marshall gets home from school! It seems that during play date, they decided to play salon!
So, Marshall comes home from school, and I instantly ask him how his time with Shae was. Hoping he would fess up! He didn't.
So I asked "What happened to your hair?" to which he replies:
"It wasn't me mom". Can you say guilty conscience? He's done this to himself quite a few times! The first time he did, he claimed he did it so Shae would think he was cute!
So upon closer inspection, here's how his salon trip went!!! I was laughing the ENTIRE time I was taking these! I had just put new pics of the girls on the wall, and today was going to be boy photo shoot day. Well, he still got his photo shoot - for the blog of course - and when we fix his hair, he'll get a new photo shoot!!
Thomas and I started a new tradition last year for Valentines Day. We went on a date together without the children on Valentines Day, and then the next night Thomas took the girls on a Valentines Date and I took the boys! It was a huge hit.
This year since Valentines was Sunday, Thomas and went and saw Blindside and ate at Red Robin (one of my favorite places in the WHOLE entire world) on Friday night, and then Saturday I took the boys on a date and dad took the girls on a date. The kids got to choose where we went, no questions asked.
The boys chose The Beehive. It's a fun little pizza place here in Brigham with an arcade inside. I gave them some money to spend where ever they wanted while they waited for their dinner to be ready! Then after dinner they had some money left and wanted to go and play air hockey. It was hillarious. Marshall can just barely see above the table, but with all his enthusiasm, he kept the second game tied up until the very end! I wonder if Benjamin was letting him get in a few shots. He's cute that way!!
My boys!!! If Marshall were 7 years older, I'd wonder if they were twins!!!
(ignore the quality of the cell phone pics, believe it or not, I don't take my camera with me everywhere I go!)
The girls chose to go to a Chinese buffet place that's new in town. Stephanie LOVES egg drop soup, and at Beijing Buffet you can have all the egg drop soup you want, and your kid sister can eat jello till her eyes pop out! (is jello a chinese food . . .) I'm sure dad found somthing worth eating as well. I don't have any pics of the girls with dad. Dad's don't usually take a camera with them wherever they go either!!!!!
We had a blast! It's kinda fun to celebrate Valentine's day with you kids. A little less pressure, and it's okay to talk about Dodge Ram trucks the whole time! (see previous post) At least Benjamin said it was a suitable date topic!!
I had to blog this for my Dad! Last summer my dad drove up to buy himself a new motorbike from a guy in Idaho. Since Brigham City was exactly halfway, dad stopped by to spend the night. He also invited Benjamin to take the rest of the trip with him. Benjamin was THRILLED!!!! 3 things he loves most in this whole world are #1 grandpa, #2 granpa's truck, and #3 motorcycles/snowmobiles/4 wheelers. I think mom and dad MIGHT fall in the top 10 somewhere!
So I can just imagine what the 4 hour drive was like for my poor dad!! Ben can sure ask alot of questions, and his conversations are usually stuck on one topic.
They got home later that night, dad has a new bullet bike in the back of his truck, Ben has a new hat from the motorcycle dealer and a sparkle in his eyes.
Well, ever since then, Ben has unloaded on us all the important information he has learned on his trip with grandpa! Don't worry grandma, it's all clean!
He informs us that grandpa's truck is a Dodge Ram. It's not a V8, becuase it's cylinder is straight. SO, they call it a Straight 8. yada, yada, yada, yada.
This morning as I drive him to school (picture Benjamin watching EVERY truck on the road intently) he says to me: "I wonder why more people don't drive Dodge Ram trucks". I tell him that if everyone drove Dodge Ram, then the world would be awfully dull. Of course he looks at me like "are you insane!"
We pull into the school parking lot and there's a Dodge Ram parked in the parking lot. Ben is studying it INTENLY. He says: "Mom that Dodge Ram says V8, and a real, true Dodge Ram isn't a V8, it's a straight 8. That truck isn't a TRUE Dodge Ram."
A couple of days ago he said to me "Mom, has grandpa always had a Dodge Ram?" I had to burst his bubble and tell him that in the days of going up to the mountain to chop firewood, my dad drove a FORD truck!
Poor boy. I drive a Chevy and Thomas drives a Chrysler. Neither of them are trucks (mine is close, SUV. He informed me that the Trailblazer is built on a truck frame so it's almost like owning a truck). Last summer we sold the only truck we've ever owned, and it was a 1989 FORD. I'm not sure if he'll grow up normal or not!!!!
Well, Abby seems to have a thing with shoving things up her nose! Last Sunday as we were about to load up the car to head off to church, Benjamin informed us that Abby had told him she shoved a bead up her nose. Using all of our highly trained medical skills and pulling out all of our medical tools (nose sucker, tweezers, flashlight, and tissues), we came to the conclusion that not only were we NOT going to get the dumb bead out, but that we had probably made matters worse by fiddling around with it.
So, we climb in the car, drop Thomas and kids off at church and take Abby to the ER at the suggestion of the nurse at the after hours clinic. Boy, we must have been the best dressed patients in the ER that day! Sunday dresses and hair all done up! So after about an hour and a half of using REAL tools - not to mention a real doctor - there was another conclusion drawn. This bead was NOT coming out of her nose! He could see it up there, it was a lovely purple one, it matched her little outfit that day - at least she has some fashion sense - he just couldn't get it out.
The ER doctor called an ENT (Ear, Nose, Throat specialist) and discussed the options and came back and informed us that we were to go to Farr West Monday afternoon and meet with him. If the ENT couldn't get it out with all his specialized tools, than on Tuesday morning we would go back to the hospital and take her to the operating room to take care of it.
Monday dawns bright and early. Abby slept in till 9:00am. I went in and checked on her at least 3 times. Making sure that darn bead hadn't clogged her breathing passages! 4:30 we head down to the ENT office and wait in the waiting room for about an hour. Finally get taken into the doctor's office and within about 10 minutes, he had dislodged the bead!!
So, the Rust family once again avoids major catastrophe and ends up with one snotty purple bead!!!!
Why must our kids be so infatuated with their noses?!