Pop Stars!

This morning I could hear Sporty and Diva singing in my room and this is what I discovered...

I came in too late-they busted me, but I think you get the picture. 

I am still here...

FYI-I am still here; I DID NOT get sick; we are ALL better now; just haven't had time to post Easter Pictures, let alone take a bath without AT LEAST one child banging on the door screaming, "MOM!  Let me in. I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE!  I can HEAR the jets mom!  I can hear you groan your 'annoyed' groan as you slip under the water to drown out my screams.  MOOOOOOOOM!"

So relaxing.  Oh yeah, ran 10.3 miles on Saturday AGAINST hurricane-like winds.  It was a bugger.  This Saturday???  12 BABY!

BLAH, blah, blah, blah, blah...

"DUN, DUN, DUN...Another one bites the dust.  OW"  Sporty, who started all this icky sickey about 2 weeks ago, has succumbed to it again.  5 out of 6.  I may be jinxing my own health by keeping stats-only time will tell.

All finished

I would like to take this time to thank all my sick children for providing me the opportunity to stay home and finish reading my book.  Since I have been home bound since Thursday, I was able to start and finish Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.  I love, Love, LOVE the Harry Potter series.  For Christmas Trevor bought me the box set, complete with a Hogwarts Trunk to store the books in, and I set out to read the series for the 2nd time.  I am thoroughly entertained by this story and am planning on starting the series over again.  First I need to throw in something new....any suggestions?

Another set back

I spoke, er, blogged too soon.  Another one bit the dust...Z-man has caught the CRAP.  My heart aches when the baby gets sick.  He can't communicate to us that his tummy hurts; he just knocks the sippy out of my hands, or turns his nose up and away from the cracker.  Poor little guy.  He just wants to be cradled and snuggled and I am more than happy to oblige.
On the upside of things, Diva is starting to get better.  Let's just say that there is more time in between sessions than there were earlier today.  Poor kid.  Sporty just keeps asking if he can go far away so he doesn't catch it-I have had to remind him that he was first up with this whole thing when he came down with it a week ago.  Man, attention spans and memories are so short with my little twerps.  Gotta love them, though.

Now is as good as time as any...

So this blasted sickness has claimed another child...that makes 4 of the 6 to catch this crap.  Knock on wood, but Z-man and myself have so far managed to thwart this CRAP.  So no church today for Diva nor Lolo (although she is much better and probably over it completely, but just in case...) and Trevor and I will take turns attending.  He gets the classes and I get Sacrament Meeting...Why do I get Sacrament Meeting, well, I am theeeee, dum dum dum, the ward organist.  Yes, my brothers and sisters, I am she who tickles the electric ivories every week and sometimes I kick the the lower pedals-it really depends on the song. 

ANYHOO, I figured I would blog about my adventure with Sporty on his field trip.  We were able to go to an environment center up in the mountains.  While there we snow-shoed, cross country skied, ate lunch, watched a presentation about electricity and the kids rock climbed.  We had a lot of fun.  Can I throw in that if you want a SUPERB bum work out, you should try Cross Country Skiing.  My rear end has never hurt the way it hurt and I have never felt it in the place I felt it before.  I.LIKED.IT!  So enjoy these pictures-excuse the fact that I am in jeans-I didn't know we would be doing the activities until we got up there.

Sporty getting ready to snow shoe. 

and again...

 

This is my official "Skiing" pose. 

Sport did the loop three times, I did it two times, and we dusted everyone else

Sporty was quite the natural.  He really wants to learn to ski-we are just going to have to make it a priority and teach him.  We had a great bonding time!  Love ya kiddo!

SCREEECH...roll that one back

Good night! (said sarcastically)  Trevor's baseball team did not show up on Wednesday and they got their REAR ENDS whooped. 

AND on an even worse note, we are battling a puking/pooping war at our house.  OI! (Again, thanks to Ronald Weasley for saying it so many times in the book that I now know how to spell 'oi') Not fun, wouldn't wish it on my worse enemy; well, maybe I would wish it on the terrorists.  Anyhoo, I have been doing laundry all day and washing, cleaning, and sterilizing EVERYTHING.  Please do not let me catch this-if I get sick the world will come to an end...literally.