Sunday, November 23, 2008

attack of the monkeys

Anna has many nicknames: Anna Banana, Miss Banana, Munchkin, Crazy Legs, and, our favorite, Monkey. We recently introduced her to Socko, her sock monkey.

They are now bffs.

They like to hang out together.

Sometimes they play nice.

Sometimes they don't, and it turns into an WWF attack of the monkeys.
(Note the classic "bite to the bicep" move.)

She must hang out with Travis on Tuesday nights watching WWF while I am at Young Womens. I don't know where else she could pick up her moves. And all these years I thought that Travis wasn't a WWF fan. Hmmmm. It looks like his secret is out now. :)

Wednesday, November 19, 2008


I took this picture of Anna because I was so excited about her holding her head up so well by herself. But... honestly... do you notice anything other than the enormous cowlick? Anna is only three months old, but I decided it was high time for the first hair cut.

The professional cut.

The sleek, new look.

Sunday, November 16, 2008


Travis told me earlier last week that the Elder's Quorum would be having a Cookie Cook-Off on Saturday night. I quickly started searching my brain trying to think of the best cookie in my arsenal of baked goods. Nothing spectacular came to mind.

Later that night, as I was trying to fall asleep, my mind drifted to a beautiful place... a place of divine cookie thoughts. That is when it came to me. S'mOreos. I would make a unique and creative combination of double cake mix cookies filled with the scrumptious gooey taste of creamy marshmallow goodness... and of course dusted with graham cracker crumbs. It would be unique. It would be intriguing. It would certainly win first prize! It had to be done.

Saturday came, and Travis and I spent the afternoon baking perfectly round chocolate cookies, mixing marshmallow frosting (thanks to for the frosting recipe), and crushing graham crackers into a fine powder.

SIDE NOTE: I used regular Marshmallow Cream this time instead of the Fluff which I used last time. I HIGHLY recommend finding and using Fluff. It is just so much... more... um... fluffy. Mmmm.

We took the invention masterpiece to the party, and we ending up tying for Most Original. Yeah! S'mOreos—it'll be a household name one day! :)

Saturday, November 8, 2008

kohls crash

It's true. I don't know how the rumor spread so fast, but yes... I did crash and burn—big time—inside Kohls Department Store yesterday. I am opting out of posting pictures of the injuries because photos of little bruises will not do justice to the pain and embarrassment I truly suffered.

It was a Friday afternoon, and I was bored. It was a little too chilly for a walk with Anna outside, so I came up with a great alternative. Shopping! I would get out of the house, and Anna would get her afternoon walk too. So I loaded Anna up in her car seat and headed down the road to Kohls.

As we walked into the store I became extremely excited about the prospect of new clothes. I was holding Anna's car seat in both hands. (Despite the "mommy muscles" that are supposed to develop, I still have a REALLY hard time lifting the Anna/car seat combination.) As I started heading towards the women's shoes section, I think I became a little too focused and excited about new shoes, and forgot all about how to walk in them. In a split second, I was face down on the floor of the aisle with a sore ankle, a bruised and throbbing knee, and poor Anna skittering across the floor in her car seat (luckily it was still right side up, and luckily we had the five-point harness secure!)

I quickly pushed myself up off the floor and glanced in every direction to see how many people had witnessed (or heard) my amazing disaster. (Look left, look right.) No one made eye contact... but I knew it was impossible that the noise of the skittering car seat, Anna's screams, or my face smacking the floor hadn't peaked the curiousity of shoppers in the vicinity. I just figured it must have looked so bad that people didn't want me to feel any worse by letting me know they witnessed the whole thing.

I picked up the car seat, turned around, and headed straight out the door. I was beyond humilated, and Anna wasn't too happy either. That was enough "shopping" for one day. We went home.