Friday, April 17, 2009

Easter!












Sorry, the cut and paste functions are not working on my computer. Actually, nothing is working on my computer. SO I'm using Jeff's and either I don't know what I'm doing on his computer (the more likely option) or it's broken (the option I choose to believe). So here is the non cut and pasted, nicely formatted version of this post. If I can figure it out, I might change it, but seeing as I'm only a 50% giver, it will probably just stay like this. :)

We did our own Easter egg hunt and coloring eggs on Saturday. Coloring eggs was okay. Half of them were dropped and cracked. Ryan had quite a few splashes dropping the eggs in the die cups, but overall, they had fun and loved it. When we had our hunt, Ryan stopped to eat each candy and didn't get very many eggs. Jane loved it this year. She finally got it that you supposed to hurry and get as many eggs as you can!
Easter Sunday was wonderful as always, filled with tears over hair, tears over shoes, and tears over the hat. Ryan was happy though! I figured my days of getting Jane and Ryan matching outfits are few, so I need to take advantage of it while I can. So, yes, they are matchy matchy and I think they look adorable! And Jeff and I even match, Jeff planned that. He always asks me what I'm wearing so he can go find something to match me. That's a lie, he hates it. It really was a nice Easter. I always enjoy church on Easter. I thought because of all the candy all the primary kids would be crazy (my kids included), but thankfully Jane and Ryan were great during sacrament meeting and my primary class was on their best behavior as well. We went to my parents' for dinner and an egg hunt. The food was delicious and we are still enjoying the candy!







Monday, April 6, 2009

your and you're . . .

where do I begin? This one just really bugs me. Maybe it's because I had to teach contractions in first grade and if first graders are starting to get it, then I'm pretty sure this one should be common sense for adults. SO here we go:

your shows posession as in
That is your dog.
The dog belongs to the person, so the spelling y-o-u-r should be used here.

you're is a contraction, meaning you are as in
I'm sad that you're sick.
You could just as easily say I'm sad that you are sick.

The easiest way to remember which form of your to use is to try saying your sentence saying "you are" instead of "your." If it works, then you need to use you're, if it doesn't then you need to use your.

Example:

If your sentence is "I'm sure you're going to do great." Then you should say, "I'm sure you are going to do great." That sentence still makes sense, so the contraction is the right form of your to use.

Tomorrow's lesson will be on there, their, and they're.

*Disclaimer: I'm not so great at all other grammer, so don't judge me. And I start sentences with conjunctions, and I overuse commas, and I always use runon sentences. Sorry.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Rash







I know you all want to see pictures of Jane's rash right? Okay twist my arm, I'll post some! She woke up with this rash, so I took her to the doctor. They ruled out strep, but weren't sure what it was. I think it might be roseola. It's not totally consistent b/c she doesn't have it on her belly or back, just one side of her face and her arms and legs, and she never had a fever. But the rash has gotten worse through the day and I think it looks like the roseola pics on the internet, so that's my vote. Any other ideas or votes out there? Sorry I know the pics aren't great, but I do what I can with what I am given!










Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Flashback

Here is a picture of me and my Dad when I was 3 1/2:


My Dad found this picture and thought it would be fun to grow his beard out and take a similar picture with Jane. So 25 years later, here are some pictures of my Dad (somewhat older), me at 28 1/2, and Jane at 3 1/2:

Jane says

me: "Kids, naptime is in 15 or 20 minutes"
Jane: "I want 15"
me: "20 is longer than 15 you know"
Jane: "Then lets do 20"

Another funny one was yesterday when Jane started screaming because she wanted to change her shirt. I asked why and she said "cuz this one doesn't look bery good." She had been wearing it all day long, whatever.