What I Have to Reckon With

I ran downstairs for a minute, just to take the laundry out of the dryer when I heard some suspicious activity upstairs. I ran up and this is what I found.

The little stinker's been learning how to climb and doesn't hesistate to get into EVERYTHING. This is why I'm grateful she doesn't take more than three steps at a time right now... and also why I'm constantly saying she's not as innocent as she looks. :)
She looks pretty proud of herself, though, doesn't she. :)

Face Transformer

I found this link (here), and had WAY too much fun with it!
You add your picture and it will transform your face like crazy.
Here'a my original picture:

I started off morphing my age.
Baby Julie:

Child Julie:

Teenage Julie:

Old Julie (this one made me want to cry):

Here's what I'd look like if I was Eastern Asian:

...if Modigliani painted me...

If I was a Botticelli...

And Julie in Japanamation:


Fun, huh? :)

My Little Accident

Isn't that pretty?
Yesterday we packed up the kids and headed down to Ogden to run a few errands. We had a really fun day and were done with everything we set out to do. I packed the kids in the car and Steve was a couple of car lengths away, talking to someone. As I shut Joseph's door, I somehow missed the fact that my pinkie was still between the door and the door frame when the door actually shut. Note: please always be sure that you don't have finger/hands/appendages in the door when closing a car door - it really hurts.
Anyway, mommy adrenaline forced me to yank my finger out after I shut the door on it. We're still not sure if this made things worse, but Steve's still in shock that I actually did such a thing - you know, rather than calmly opening the door and taking my finger out. The doctor said she doesn't think it would have made a difference, the damage was already done. I broke my fingernail down close to the quick and bled profusely all over the street. It was lovely. Steve asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital in Ogden and I (thinking it couldn't be that bad) said "No, let's get the kids to Grandma and Grandpa's house and go to the InstaCare in Logan." I was crazy. So, we wrapped my hand in a diaper (they are, after all, very absorbent) and drove back to Logan.
After several hours of numbing, prodding, x-rays, etc., we learned that I broke my finger in two places and cut it down to the bone (we actually SAW my bone). Amazing, huh? So, they took my entire finger nail off and I got 5 stitches in the tissue under my fingernail. So, I have a nail less, broken pinkie on my left hand (I'm left handed). It'll be about a month's recovery - when I can take the splint off - and a couple of months before I have a whole fingernail again. I'm forbidden to get it wet, which means I have to wear a latex glove on my hand when I shower and I can't bathe the kids or do dishes or anything like that. Darn. I'm also on antibiotics and some serious pain medication. I haven't felt too much pain since they wrapped it yet, but we haven't changed the dressing yet (which should be horrible) and my nerves haven't started healing.. I heard that should be pretty bad.

So, that's my story. I'm pretty good at hurting myself, huh? :) I have to say, though, Steve was awesome and totally there for me through the whole thing. He was very helpful and put a lot of effort into making me laugh. I'm so grateful I'm married to him. :)

Congrats Spanks!

We had a little pizza party at my sister-in-law's house (because we're losers without cable..) to watch Spanky on Deal or No Deal last night. It was awesome - and surprisingly emotional. :) I loved seeing his best friend from high school, Chip, there for him - it meant a lot to me that they are still close and still a big part of each others' lives. Spanky, of coarse, had us rolling - he's just a naturally hilarious guy. But, there were also times where I was almost moved to tears - and also wanted to reach into the TV and strangle him. :) He's a good bluffer.
Anyway, he did AWESOME and came home with quite a bit of cash.
We're so happy for you, Spanks!! You did awesome and totally deserve your success!

Go Spanky Go!

Gotta say, I love the Boy Scouts get up. :)

"I'm NOT Tired!"

We came home from Steve's parents house about half an hour ago and Joseph was ranting about how he wanted some ice cream and how he was NOT tired. So, we gave him some ice cream (he ate all of his dinner, after all) and put Kathrynn down and took care of some other things. I checked in on him about 10 minutes later and found him passed out on the table, ice cream untouched. Classic. :)