Conference Weekend

The days feel like they are starting to fly by, almost too fast. The closer it gets to our move the more I feel like I'm not quite ready yet to let go of this little life I've created here. I'm also not quite sure I'm ready to be thrown into the "real world" (not the Real World MTV... cause that would be wicked awesome!). The 'real world' where you don't rely on loans to live off of, but this is a subject for a different time.

We had a great past weekend. I have always loved conference weekend... scratch that. I have learned to really love and appreciate conference weekend. It's so nice to just sit back and be with the family and enjoy the amazingly beautiful talks, although the kids didn't enjoy them as much as we did. So to keep them entertained I pulled out the Mr. Potato Head toys. It kept them pretty entertained for 5 minutes or so. After they were finished with their Potato Head master pieces they called me over to have a look, "Mom, can you guess who's is who's?".

I don't know, it's a tough one, but I think I've got it figured out. Seriously, Kaleb cracks me up! I just hope he doesn't have some deeper psychological issues revealing itself through Mr. Potato Head.

I'm not sure if I'm the only one, but for some odd reason whenever it's conference weekend I start feeling oddly crafty. I say oddly crafty because I'm not an extremely crafty person. I'm not sure what it is... tell me I'm not the only one. So I was talking to my Mom on the phone about this,

me: "I'm feeling so motivated right now"
mom: "Really? To do what?"
me: "I don't know. Something really domestic and crafty."
mom: "Oh, that sounds fun. So what are you going to do?"
me: "...umm,.. (long, thoughtful pause)... probably nothing."
mom: "...oh..., OK. Why?"
me: "...Well, I guess I'm not motivated enough."
mom: "huh, well that motivation didn't last long."
me: "Nope, it sure didn't."

I ended up pulling myself together, finding my inner domestic diva and made some of these cute little bows for the girls since I've deprived them long enough of a good, girly childhood.

I can't take all the credit for them though, my friend Sarah (the true domestic, crafty diva herself) was the one who showed me how to make them. Now, when we go out Macie doesn't get mistaken for a little boy... at least I hope not, or else she's getting mistaken for a little cross dressing, gender confused little boy who likes to wear pink bows. Which, now that I think of it, could be the root of all of Kalebs problems since I did dress him up as a little girl from time to time just because I thought it was funny and his Dad hated it so much.

See, isn't he so pretty? I say the true test of man/boy/small toddler is how confident they are wearing girls clothes. Nate passed this test with flying colors when he wore my pants for Halloween.

He worked those pants like they have never been worked before ...snap, snap, snap!

Well, now that I'm far from my original topic of how awesome and inspiring conference was to men in drag, I am going to stop.

Until next time....