Well, I would have back to school pictures for you all, but my children deleted the photos. Well, not my children, but Jordan. Well, all of them had a part in it, but Jordan did the actual deleting. I yelled, he felt bad, none of it accomplished much and I'm over it now. Maybe next Sunday you'll get second week of school back to school pictures. They loved their first week back. Okay, Kenzie and Ben didn't like their FIRST day. They said it was boring. They said that they didn't do anything but listen to rules. I told them that every first day of school is like that and to expect nothing different in the years to come. You should have seen us at open house. I have all 4 children in the same school this year. Open house was an hour long and bringing all 4 of them plus their school supplies was a joke. I had 8 reams of paper, 6 packs of clorox wipes and 6 boxes of kleenex to carry myself. You're wondering how I carried this all. I have great balance and strength. I do P90X yoga, it gives me this great balance and strength. Toni is a great teacher, he can make you have great balance and strength like I do:) Each child had their own bag of school supplies (pens, pencils, backpacks, etc...) to carry in. Of course, Jacob added to the chaos when,in the first class we went to (the kindergarten class), he went from table to table opening up the candy bags that the teacher had put on the desk for the children and I chased him with my current 6 reams of paper, 5 packs of clorox wipes and 4 boxes of kleenex. I think I'll ask them if they can open up a special day for me just to bring in all the supplies the kids need next year:) You think it will work? Do you think 4 Belts in the same school is a bit overwhelming? I'm sure by the end of the year they will know us well.
With 4 in school, I actually get some quiet time. It's amazing how much the noise level goes down when all 4 are gone. Riley is home for half of the day, but those 3 hours he is gone I can get so much more done. Like... Okay, really all I do is read some stories and take a nap with Jake. I mean to do more, but when I sit down in the afternoon to read to my children, by the 3rd or 4th book, my mind shuts down, my eyes blur and I find myself speaking words that make no sense at all. At that point I put the book down and take a quick nap. Jake joins me in the nap because he has no older sibling to play with and stay awake for. I think it makes him much happier. I'll be honest, it makes me happier too. I am a nicer Mom when I get a nap.
Speaking of Jake, I am trying to teach him to ride a bike.
Here's my method: I put him on the bicycle and push.
Here's what he does: Gets scared puts his feet out or immediately puts on the brakes and crashes.
Here's the result: He doesn't want to get on the bike again.
It's working great!
No really, he is learning and can actually pedal and keep it up for a while. I do think it will take longer for him to become really proficient because the dirt/gravel driveway is more difficult to learn with than the paved roads the others had.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
No more BOYS! - by Chelsey Belt
Kenzie was the second child born in a family of two children. She had an older brother, Jordan, who loved her dearly. He loved her so dearly that one day, when she was six months old, he decided to push her down the flight of stairs in their home when their mother wasn’t looking.
When her mother became pregnant with the fifth child, Kenzie had just about enough of her old brother Jordan and her two younger brothers, Ben and Riley. One day while feeling the baby move in her mother’s tummy she shouted, “No more Boys!”
"Kenzie was the second child born in a family of five children. She was the ONLY girl. She had an older brother, Jordan, who loved her so dearly, that one day, when Kenzie was five, on her first day in a new school he worried about her all day and asked his teacher if he could go check to see if she was okay in her new classroom. She had a younger brother, Ben, that loved her so dearly that one day, when Kenzie was six and playing with her best friend Maddy, he picked up her clothes she left out on the floor, made her bed and did her dishes for her, all without her even realizing he had done it. She had another younger brother, Riley, that loved her so dearly that one day, when Kenzie was seven, and had a cold, brought her blankets and books and toys to make her feel comfortable and watched that “Girl movie” Rapunzel with her. Her youngest brother Jake loved her so dearly that every night, when Kenzie was eight, he’d go to her room at night, snuggle up to her and sleep in her bed."
When her mother became pregnant with the third child, Kenzie had just about enough of her older brother Jordan. One day while feeling the baby move in her mother’s tummy she shouted, “No more Boys!”
Kenzie was the second child born in a family of three children. She had an older brother, Jordan, who loved her dearly. He loved her so dearly that one day, when she was six months old, he decided to push her down the flight of stairs in their home when their mother wasn’t looking. She had a younger brother Ben who loved her so dearly that one day, when she was three, he took her favorite doll and broke it…in two.
When her mother became pregnant with the fourth child, Kenzie had just about enough of her older brother Jordan and her younger brother Ben. One day while feeling the baby move in her mother’s tummy she shouted, “No more BOYS!”
Kenzie was the second child born in a family of four children. She had an older brother, Jordan, who loved her dearly. He loved her so dearly that one day, when she was six months old, he decided to push her down the flight of stairs in their home when their mother wasn’t looking. She had a younger brother, Ben, who loved her so dearly that one day, when she was three, he took her favorite doll and broke it…in two. She had a younger brother, Riley, who loved her so dearly that one day, when she was five, he decided to get into her special paints and paint on Mommy’s walls. Mommy threw all her paints away even though SHE wasn’t the one to paint the wall.
When her mother became pregnant with the fifth child, Kenzie had just about enough of her old brother Jordan and her two younger brothers, Ben and Riley. One day while feeling the baby move in her mother’s tummy she shouted, “No more Boys!”
Kenzie was the second child born in a family of five children. She had an older brother, Jordan, who loved her dearly. HE loved her so dearly that one day, when she was six months old, he decided to push her down the flight of stairs in their home when their mother wasn’t looking. She had a younger brother, Ben, who loved her so dearly that one day, when she was three, he took her favorite doll and broke it…in two. She had a younger brother, Riley, who loved her so dearly that one day, when she was five, he decided to get into her special paints and paint on Mommy’s walls. Mommy threw all her paints away even though SHE wasn’t the one to paint the wall. Her youngest brother, Jake, loved her so dearly, that one day, when she was seven, he took her favorite book and tore her favorite chapter out. When this occurred, she found her mother, shouted, “No more boys,” and ran out the door.
Her mother went out to find her. She found her hiding in the bushes in the backyard. Giving her a hug, she told her the following story:
"Kenzie was the second child born in a family of five children. She was the ONLY girl. She had an older brother, Jordan, who loved her so dearly, that one day, when Kenzie was five, on her first day in a new school he worried about her all day and asked his teacher if he could go check to see if she was okay in her new classroom. She had a younger brother, Ben, that loved her so dearly that one day, when Kenzie was six and playing with her best friend Maddy, he picked up her clothes she left out on the floor, made her bed and did her dishes for her, all without her even realizing he had done it. She had another younger brother, Riley, that loved her so dearly that one day, when Kenzie was seven, and had a cold, brought her blankets and books and toys to make her feel comfortable and watched that “Girl movie” Rapunzel with her. Her youngest brother Jake loved her so dearly that every night, when Kenzie was eight, he’d go to her room at night, snuggle up to her and sleep in her bed."
Kenzie went to her mother, put her arms around her neck and said, “You’re right Mom, those boys do love me and I do love them…but Please no MORE BOYS!”
Kenzie was the second child born in a family of six children…
***Because I may have aroused some curiosity by this ending let it be clear that I am not pregnant. I just thought it would be a funny ending:)
copyright Chelsey Belt Aug 2011
copyright Chelsey Belt Aug 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Some days I feel like a Lion - by Chelsey Belt
Some days I feel like a Lion, it’s scary!
I grumble and roar and feel kind of hairy.
I swipe at my brother, I give him a glare.
I climb on mom’s couches, I jump off Dad’s chair.
Some days I feel mad like a lion I do.
Some days I feel like a lion, do you?
Some days I feel like a cat who must snuggle.
I sit close to Mom on the couch, we just cuddle.
I like nice soft touches, a kiss on my head
I must have a long hug before I hop into bed.
Some days I feel cuddly like a cat I do.
Some days I feel like a cat, do you?
Some days I feel like a sloth or a snail.
I’m slow out of bed. I’m dragging my tail.
There’s no time to dress, mom’s making a fuss
‘Cause my hair is not done and I’m late for the bus
Some days I feel slow like a sloth, it’s true.
Some days I feel like a sloth, do you?
Some days I feel like those sad basset hounds
with their sad droopy eyes and their sad lonely sounds.
I howl and I yowl, I feel kind of down.
My eyes may have tears, on my face there’s a frown.
Some days I feel sad like those basset hounds do
Some days I feel like a hound, do you?
Some days I feel like a shy little mouse.
When I see someone new I run into my house.
I may hide behind mom where I can peek to see
If you are a friend who will be nice to me.
Some days I feel shy like a mouse I do,
Some days I feel like a mouse, do you?
Some days I feel like a changing chameleon.
When it comes to disguises, I can think of a million:
A movie star, dinosaur, butterfly, bee.
Incognito will Mommy recognize me?
Some days I feel sly like a chameleon I do.
Some days I feel like a chameleon, do you?
Some days I feel scared, like a startled deer.
When it knows that you see it, it scatters in fear.
I'm nervous of change that is coming my way:
moving, new schools, finding friends that will play.
Some days I feel frightened like a deer, I do.
Some days I feel like a deer, do you?
Some days I feel silly like those monkeys you see
who make crazy faces high up in their tree.
I'll say funny things and act like a clown.
On Mom's face there's a smile instead of a frown.
Some days I feel silly like a monkey, I do.
Some days I feel like a monkey, do you?
Something's not right, I'm mean and I'm grumpy.
When it comes right down to it I feel kind of dumpy.
Some days I feel grouchy like a bear I do.
Somedays I feel like a bear, do you?
Some days I feel like a playful spring bunny.
When it comes to disguises, I can think of a million:
A movie star, dinosaur, butterfly, bee.
Incognito will Mommy recognize me?
Some days I feel sly like a chameleon I do.
Some days I feel like a chameleon, do you?
Some days I feel scared, like a startled deer.
When it knows that you see it, it scatters in fear.
I'm nervous of change that is coming my way:
moving, new schools, finding friends that will play.
Some days I feel frightened like a deer, I do.
Some days I feel like a deer, do you?
Some days I feel silly like those monkeys you see
who make crazy faces high up in their tree.
I'll say funny things and act like a clown.
On Mom's face there's a smile instead of a frown.
Some days I feel silly like a monkey, I do.
Some days I feel like a monkey, do you?
Some days I feel grouchy like a bear who awoke
from a long winters nap. I'm in no mood to joke.Something's not right, I'm mean and I'm grumpy.
When it comes right down to it I feel kind of dumpy.
Some days I feel grouchy like a bear I do.
Somedays I feel like a bear, do you?
Some days I feel like a playful spring bunny.
I have lots of energy, I’m happy, I’m funny.
I’m curious, excited and I want to go play.
When I feel like this it’s a wonderful day.
Some days I feel spry like a bunny it’s true.
Some days I feel like a bunny, do you?
copyright Chelsey Belt Aug 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Brad's trip to Alaska : August 6,2011 - August 14, 2011
Brad had a great time in Alaska with his good friends from Idaho Falls. He even traded services for stitching up Jason when he stuck a knife in his leg. Yes, there is a good story and he did cry like a little girl, but then Jason had his turn to see Brad weak in the knees as he chummed for halibut later in the week. Brad came home with 50 lbs of fresh alaskan fish fillets and plenty of stories about bears that almost ate him or ate least stole his salmon. At one point he wondered if he would survive a surprised grizzly he met alone in the woods with three salmon tied to his belt but that story is better in person. Suffice it to say he has assured me he will bring be bringing a large side arm next time. Enjoy the pictures.
Oh, and Mom, you owe me the pictures from my vacation with you since Brad took my camera with him to Alaska! He didn't even drop it in the river this time:0!
Oh, and Mom, you owe me the pictures from my vacation with you since Brad took my camera with him to Alaska! He didn't even drop it in the river this time:0!
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Sunday reflections 8/21/2011
School starts on Tuesday. I will have 4 of my 5 in school. That just seems so crazy to me! I remember my days in Vegas where I had 3 little ones home and I was pregnant with Riley (Jordan was 5 when I had Riley and had just entered Kindergarten). It seemed as if my days with all my children home would never end and now I find myself two years away from the time when all my children are in school. For some reason, the start of another school year always leaves me feeling a little empty and sad. Maybe it is because I know that I am one year closer to that fall when I will wake up and find all my children grown and out of the home. I think for us stay-at-home mothers so much our our time and efforts are wrapped up in our children that when they leave and grow up we have to discover who we are all over again. Often, when I am looking at picutres from my early marriage, college days, highschool days, etc...I find myself wondering where that Chelsey has gone, if she's still really there? Not that I regret who I am or where I am now, I love my children and wouldn't change anything about my life...but I do wonder.
This has been a week of pain for Jacob. Sunday afternoon, while I was trying to put everything back together from my trip to Washington, he found his Dad's pocket knife (which was hidden) and started playing with it. At about 7:15 he comes to me with blood dripping everywhere and he had sliced through his thumb. Of course, Brad was not home from Alaska at this time but I knew he would be home later if it needed stitches, so I stopped the bleeding and bandaged it as best I could. He did indeed need stitches and at 11:00 that evening Brad was able to perform the procedure. Of course, I think it is in some ways worse when you are the ones inflicting pain rather than an unknown doctor. At least I didn't gag like I did when Brad had to give Riley stitches from a dog bite three years ago. I guess that means I'm dealing with that kind of stuff better...back to Jacob. Well, later this week he was climbing in my pantry up to the top shelf (there are three shelves) where my candy is in a locked plastic container (locked with a pad lock mind you, but those little boys can pry open the sides and sneak a sucker out with their little hands...clever.) According to his brothers, Riley and Ben who were leading the way, Jake lost his grip on the top shelf and fell to the floor hitting his head first. He came to me screaming and unable to calm himself down. I, of course, panicked when I heard where he fell and how hard he fell thinking of the hard tile floor in that room and having flashbacks of Ben falling from the 2nd story window in Vegas when Brad gave me very strict instructions that if a child falls twice their height I am immediately to bring them to the ER. He had a very large bump on his head (and has a nice black eye today) so I called Brad. Brad said that usually a bump on the outside of his head is an indication that everything is alright on the inside and just to watch him not letting him sleep for more than 15 minutes at a time. If he got worse I was to take him in to the hospital. In the end, everything ended up being okay, but Jake definitely has had a rough week. Why do all the terrible things that happen to my children happen when Brad is away?
Jordan has started football and is enjoying it. I am looking forward to the games again. Kenzie wants to do Karate this fall and I thought, why not? It would probably give her some good self-defense skills that every woman could use, couldn't it?
Brad wants me to post his pictures of Alaska for his family, so I will be doing that sometime this week. I also wanted to post a few silly stories I wrote for and about my kids. I thought they would be fun to add to my blog.
This has been a week of pain for Jacob. Sunday afternoon, while I was trying to put everything back together from my trip to Washington, he found his Dad's pocket knife (which was hidden) and started playing with it. At about 7:15 he comes to me with blood dripping everywhere and he had sliced through his thumb. Of course, Brad was not home from Alaska at this time but I knew he would be home later if it needed stitches, so I stopped the bleeding and bandaged it as best I could. He did indeed need stitches and at 11:00 that evening Brad was able to perform the procedure. Of course, I think it is in some ways worse when you are the ones inflicting pain rather than an unknown doctor. At least I didn't gag like I did when Brad had to give Riley stitches from a dog bite three years ago. I guess that means I'm dealing with that kind of stuff better...back to Jacob. Well, later this week he was climbing in my pantry up to the top shelf (there are three shelves) where my candy is in a locked plastic container (locked with a pad lock mind you, but those little boys can pry open the sides and sneak a sucker out with their little hands...clever.) According to his brothers, Riley and Ben who were leading the way, Jake lost his grip on the top shelf and fell to the floor hitting his head first. He came to me screaming and unable to calm himself down. I, of course, panicked when I heard where he fell and how hard he fell thinking of the hard tile floor in that room and having flashbacks of Ben falling from the 2nd story window in Vegas when Brad gave me very strict instructions that if a child falls twice their height I am immediately to bring them to the ER. He had a very large bump on his head (and has a nice black eye today) so I called Brad. Brad said that usually a bump on the outside of his head is an indication that everything is alright on the inside and just to watch him not letting him sleep for more than 15 minutes at a time. If he got worse I was to take him in to the hospital. In the end, everything ended up being okay, but Jake definitely has had a rough week. Why do all the terrible things that happen to my children happen when Brad is away?
Jordan has started football and is enjoying it. I am looking forward to the games again. Kenzie wants to do Karate this fall and I thought, why not? It would probably give her some good self-defense skills that every woman could use, couldn't it?
Brad wants me to post his pictures of Alaska for his family, so I will be doing that sometime this week. I also wanted to post a few silly stories I wrote for and about my kids. I thought they would be fun to add to my blog.
Friday, August 19, 2011
The mentality of my 11 year old boy
He's obsessed with Julian Smith ever since his cousin showed him the youtube videos over vacation. "I MADE THIS FOR YOU!"
He loves his pens and pencils. Last night he took out his pencil box to show me all his cool writing utensils. Umm...yea Jordan.........that's really.....interesting.:)
Today he showed me his new "slideshow" he made with my camera. Here have a look at what he created. Oh, and I have him here beside me to be the commentator. Take it away Jordan.
He loves his pens and pencils. Last night he took out his pencil box to show me all his cool writing utensils. Umm...yea Jordan.........that's really.....interesting.:)
Today he showed me his new "slideshow" he made with my camera. Here have a look at what he created. Oh, and I have him here beside me to be the commentator. Take it away Jordan.
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| With chinese accent, "Stick-em up caveman!" |
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| "NEVER!!!!!!!" |
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| Thud |
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| Bam! Bam! Bam! |
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| "Ha! Ha! Who's laughing now, sucker!" |
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| Again with chinese accent, "Whoa, you are stronger than I first thought caveman!" |
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| Thump |
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| "Now I will pick you up and throw you!" |
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| "No, no not up there cave-man!" |
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| "AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!" |
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| "Darn it, Now I am stuck!" |
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| "How will I ever get down?" |
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| "How dare you pick on my friend!!!" |
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| "Not in the nose, not in the nose!" |
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| "How do you like being man-handled caveman?" |
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| "That will show you!" |
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| Thump. |
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| "Meet my fist sucker!" |
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| "Whoa!" |
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| Crash! |
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| Bang! |
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| "****?????!!!!???***" |
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| "And now, for the final blow!" |
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| "That will teach him!" |
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| "AAAAGGGGHHH!" |
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| "I'm falling!!!!" |
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| "Falling!" |
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| "Fallen!" |
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
My favorite scene, character and quote from Steel Magnolias and a recap of Brad's and Jordan's fishing trip
So I watched Steel Magnolias last Sunday like I said I was going to and I loved it just as much this time as I remember loving it in the past. It's very few movies that can make you laugh and cry at the same time which is what I found myself doing after M'Lynn had just broken down after Shelby's funeral and says she wants to hit someone. Clairee then grabs Ouiser and the following conversation then takes place.
Clairee: "Here! Hit this! Go ahead M'Lynn, slap her!"
Ouiser: "Are you crazy?"
Clairee: "Hit her!"
Ouiser: "Are you high Clairee?"
Truvy: "Clairee have you lost your mind?"
Clairee: "We'll sell t-shirts saying, 'I slapped Ouiser Beudreaux'. Hit her!
Annelle: "Ms. Clairee, enough!"
Clairee: "Ouiser, this is your chance to do something for your fellow man! Knock her lights out M'Lynn!"
Ouiser: "Let go of me!"
Clairee: "M'Lynn you just missed a chance of a lifetime! Half o' Chiquapin Parish'd give their eye teeth to take a whack at Ouiser!"
My favorite character in the movie is Ouiser. She just cracks me up. I love when she frankly admits to her friend after he tells her she hasn't changed a bit, "I'm not as sweet as I used to be." Got to love Ouiser. I almost couldn't pick between her and Shelby's Dad, Drum, in the movie. He also has great character and as I watched it I couldn't help but realize that his character could have been based off of my own husband's real life character and personality. Seriously, Brad would totally do the shooting the arrow into the tree loaded with fireworks thing.
I love the cycle of life it portrays. Since it started with spring and the wedding I feel it was totally fitting to end the movie in Spring with the birth of Anabelle's baby that she was going to name Shelby.
My favorite quote is the following from Sally Field's character M'Lynn: "I realize as a woman how lucky I am. I was there when that wonderful creature drifted into my life and I was there when she drifted out. It was the most precious moment of my life." I don't think there is a quote that more clearly captures the miracle of motherhood, is there?
Such a good movie. However, I will warn you that there are some bare bums in the locker room scene that I totally forgot about. So if your children are watching it with you, which mine were, be forewarned.
Brad and Jordan had a great fishing trip together. Well, Jordan did get food poisoning and throw-up all over the tent and sleeping bag, but I think other than that, they enjoyed the weekend.
They fished,
caught fish,
hiked,
rested,
fished some more,
caught more fish,
saw some beautiful country,
and camped.
Of course, my husband wouldn't be pleased at all if I didn't put in the picture of his trophy fish. (Drum roll please)
Clairee: "Here! Hit this! Go ahead M'Lynn, slap her!"
Ouiser: "Are you crazy?"
Clairee: "Hit her!"
Ouiser: "Are you high Clairee?"
Truvy: "Clairee have you lost your mind?"
Clairee: "We'll sell t-shirts saying, 'I slapped Ouiser Beudreaux'. Hit her!
Annelle: "Ms. Clairee, enough!"
Clairee: "Ouiser, this is your chance to do something for your fellow man! Knock her lights out M'Lynn!"
Ouiser: "Let go of me!"
Clairee: "M'Lynn you just missed a chance of a lifetime! Half o' Chiquapin Parish'd give their eye teeth to take a whack at Ouiser!"
My favorite character in the movie is Ouiser. She just cracks me up. I love when she frankly admits to her friend after he tells her she hasn't changed a bit, "I'm not as sweet as I used to be." Got to love Ouiser. I almost couldn't pick between her and Shelby's Dad, Drum, in the movie. He also has great character and as I watched it I couldn't help but realize that his character could have been based off of my own husband's real life character and personality. Seriously, Brad would totally do the shooting the arrow into the tree loaded with fireworks thing.
I love the cycle of life it portrays. Since it started with spring and the wedding I feel it was totally fitting to end the movie in Spring with the birth of Anabelle's baby that she was going to name Shelby.
My favorite quote is the following from Sally Field's character M'Lynn: "I realize as a woman how lucky I am. I was there when that wonderful creature drifted into my life and I was there when she drifted out. It was the most precious moment of my life." I don't think there is a quote that more clearly captures the miracle of motherhood, is there?
Such a good movie. However, I will warn you that there are some bare bums in the locker room scene that I totally forgot about. So if your children are watching it with you, which mine were, be forewarned.
Brad and Jordan had a great fishing trip together. Well, Jordan did get food poisoning and throw-up all over the tent and sleeping bag, but I think other than that, they enjoyed the weekend.
They fished,
caught fish,
hiked,
(Why do men have to be such posers?)
fished some more,
(Look how deep he is! It makes me nervous just looking at the picture!)
caught more fish,
saw some beautiful country,
and camped.
(and threw up, this is taken right after the incident)
Of course, my husband wouldn't be pleased at all if I didn't put in the picture of his trophy fish. (Drum roll please)
Can you see that monster? Brad was VERY proud:)
My children are animals
My children are animals.
Yes, it is true.
They are out of control.
I don't know what to do.
Fingernail paint
has been spilled on the floor.
With permanent marker
they wrote on the door.
They're climbing the dressers
and swinging from lights.
They're chasing each other
and getting in fights.
I send them outside
to keep myself sane.
Within five minutes
their in the house again.
So I've locked myself in
my bedroom anew.
When your children are animals,
what else can one do?
*This poem was written after:
1. a certain unnamed girl left their fingernail polish out and a certain unnamed three year old spilled it in one of my 4 rooms with white carpet yesterday.
2. A certain unnamed 5 year old climbed on top of his brother's dresser and almost knocked it down this morning.
3. A certain unnamed 7 year old climbed on top of my dresser, stood up and broke the light above his head.
**This poem was written while a certain unnamed 11 year old chased his brothers and sisters around the house growling like a lion with ketchup on his face hoping to scare his younger brothers and sister.
copyright Chelsey Belt August 2011
Yes, it is true.
They are out of control.
I don't know what to do.
Fingernail paint
has been spilled on the floor.
With permanent marker
they wrote on the door.
They're climbing the dressers
and swinging from lights.
They're chasing each other
and getting in fights.
I send them outside
to keep myself sane.
Within five minutes
their in the house again.
So I've locked myself in
my bedroom anew.
When your children are animals,
what else can one do?
*This poem was written after:
1. a certain unnamed girl left their fingernail polish out and a certain unnamed three year old spilled it in one of my 4 rooms with white carpet yesterday.
2. A certain unnamed 5 year old climbed on top of his brother's dresser and almost knocked it down this morning.
3. A certain unnamed 7 year old climbed on top of my dresser, stood up and broke the light above his head.
**This poem was written while a certain unnamed 11 year old chased his brothers and sisters around the house growling like a lion with ketchup on his face hoping to scare his younger brothers and sister.
copyright Chelsey Belt August 2011
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