20 Questions

Someday we're going to get a minivan that has a built-in DVD player... but until that blessed day arrives, we have to come up with ways to entertain our kids while we're driving in the car. One of our favorite car games lately is 20 Questions. Here are a few highlights from this week's game:

Me: "Okay... I'm thinking of someone. Ask a question."

Colin: "Is it a boy?"

Me: "Yes."

Colin: "Is it a kid?"

Me: "No. It's someone really, really, really old."

Colin (yelling and very excited because he's sure he has the right answer): "It's Dad!"

(The answer was supposed to be Santa Claus.)

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Now it's Colin's turn and we've established that the person he's thinking of is a boy, is a teenager, and doesn't live in Georgia.

Quinn: "Is he pretend?"

Colin: "He's real and pretend."

Me (because I know where this is going): "Is it Ben 10?"

Colin: "Yes!!!"

Quinn (bothered and whiny): "Colinnnn! Ben 10 is on a TV show!"

Colin: "Ben 10 is really real! Mom, tell her! Ben 10 really is real!"

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And one last one...

Colin: "Okay, what's your question?"

Mom: "Is it a boy?"

Colin: "Yes!"

Quinn: "Is he old?"

Colin: "I don't know if he's old or a kid...?"

Mom: "Does he go to our church?"

Colin: "No, but he's always all around us all the time."

Quinn: "Is is Jesus?"

Colin: "Yes!"

I don't know how old I was when I started making lists of what I wanted my future husband to be like, but now Quinn has started talking about the man she'll someday marry. (Am I really that old?) We were driving home from dinner a few nights ago, and Quinn said, "I know what the boy I'm going to marry will be like..." and then she made this list of requirements:

(1) He will be a Christian.
(2) He will be a Republican.
(3) He will play football for BYU.
(4) He will be funny and jokey, just like Dad.
(5) He will like to wrestle, just like Dad.
(6) He'll be one of her "hotel buddies" (we eventually interpreted this to mean that he will be one of her roommates at college, so then we had to explain the whole honor code thing).
(7) He will go on a mission.
(8) He'll do good in school, especially in math.
(9) He'll have yellow hair.

The sweet thing is that after she was about halfway done with her list, we realized she was describing Burke to a tee... except for the yellow hair.

2009 Resolutions

A couple of weeks ago, we had our annual New Year's resolutions family home evening. Everyone set individual goals and we set some family goals together. Some of the highlights:

Jack: Learn 10 letters of the alphabet, work on potty training, learn to catch.

Colin: Conquer the Ben 10 Wii game, learn to read, learn to swim.

Quinn: Sell more than 35 boxes of Girl Scout cookies (anyone want to order some?), pass off all 13 Articles of Faith, swim the length of our pool in 31 seconds or less.

Burke: Eat more spinach, Roll over his 401K, get a new van.

Me: Dejunk all the cupboards and closets throughout the entire house, exercise 3 times a week, and... most important of all... blog more!

So hopefully this is the first of many new posts for 2009!

A Trip Down Memory Lane...

I know it's been forever since I posted anything new (but aren't you glad I left you with such a cute picture of Brooke to look at during the last 3 months?). I have so many fun summer pictures to post and exciting summer adventures to write about... I'll do it one of these days, I promise! But I got this idea from Valli's blog and had to do it for myself. Here goes:

As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I have had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, just write anything you remember!

Nothing like reminiscing......right?

Next (if you choose to), re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.

It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.

DON'T FORGET TO VOTE!!!

Not Your Average Teddy Bear

I took these pictures a few nights ago while my kids were sleeping...

ER

My first trip to the ER as a mom, and it's for the BABY! I didn't see it happen, but somehow Jack sliced his head open while running around our neighborhood tennis courts over Spring Break. Four hours, six stitches, and 50 dollars later, this was the result:


He was pretty traumatized (i.e., clingy) for a few days, but now he's almost back to his normal, happy self.

p.s. I think that's a marshmallow in his mouth, not some weird gigantic tooth.