Steph's 'Run-Down'

Hayley holding her cousin Jaisa... someone needs a sister (but I'm done- so Hayley will have to settle for other people's kids)

This is the awesome pool at the Redrock Hotel where we stayed this last week.

Scotty split his head open on the corner of a bench in our hotel room.... (we put it back together with super glue)FYI Troy was babysitting!
Jason fell on a corner of the table at Taco Bell and cut his eye open...(we bought some more super glue to glue him back together)FYI Troy was babysitting while I was in the ladies room. Luckily, as Troy explains it, Jason didn't hit the floor because the table broke his fall...
..and as we were gluing back together one of our children, Truman, decided to shave a lucky "7" on his head in honor of our trip to Vegas.....all in all, a pretty ordinary week with the kids... FYI the line for Troy to babysit your precious children starts here...

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The power of persuasion- somehow Weston got Scotty's teammates to hold his stanky shoes while he trained (ala Rocky Balboa) for his big basketball game.

(From the witness aka my sister Lyndsay)
Steph, you forgot to add that when I came out to the car and saw you, I had the double side by side pizza thing goin on(Little Caesars) and back then was about 50 pounds overweight, so as I ran back in the store, I was already being looked at and when I told the workers, they literally jumped over the counter screaming for someone to call 911. It all started because I saw some kids wearing black and smoking, with mohawks, and just the sight of them, put me on edge. I COULD have saved your life that day. No thanks needed:)

So when I was a senior in high school in Las Vegas, I had a pretty packed schedule. I was VP of our Seminary program (early- morning, no time- release there), and I played volleyball, had student council, a couple of college-prep classes, and worked after school when we didn't have games. And I THOUGHT I was exhausted then- ha. Anyways, one night my mom ordered pizza and sent me to pick it up, I drove to the pizza place and then as any big sister would do, sent my younger sister (Lyndsay-maybe 12-years old) in to pay and get the pizzas. It was taking a loooong time, and I was so tired that I layed down across the front seat and rested my poor overworked head. The next thing I know, the pizza employees and my sister and concerned customers were all standing outside the window knocking furiously and sending someone in to call an ambulance. Lyndsay had come out with the pizzas and had seen me laying across the seat and thought something had happened to me or someone had hurt me. So she ran back in the the place screaming that something had happened to her sister and she needed help. Thus the scores of people at my window. She's always been my most paranoid sister! ha. I sat up and told everyone that everything was fine, peeled rubber out of the parking lot, and yelled at my sister all the way home for embarassing me. Sorry, Lynds. Thanks for your concern- I know it was just your immense love for me that made you react that way! The moral is, be careful about what you do in the front seat (or any other seat) of your car. You never know who might overreact. Peace out.

and I am actually on my computer (while my 18 mo. old and 4 year-old wreak havoc with a package of Top Ramen they found in the pantry) . I don't have to look up a recipe or sign children up for anything or prepare a lesson or check practice and game schedules or check the definition of a word I heard on talk-radio.
Target owes me my picture on the wall or a aisle with my name on it or something. I am embarassed to admit that I have been to Target 4 out of 5 days this week (and all before 9AM). Hayley needed new P.E. shoes, and we had already made a hefty investment in some cool ones for the beginning of school, so Target will get us through the last couple of months. I get nothing done when I take all 5 of the kids, and end up with strange purchases (silly putty, press-on nails, the entire line-up of Nerf products) in my cart, so I thought I would take my chances and guess at Hayley's shoe size so I would only have T-Rex and the baby with me. I guessed wrong, so I went straight back the next day to trade sizes, and overnight Hayley had also outgrown her sandals, so they were added to the list. I also got some grocery shopping done, etc. From too big, to too small, the shoes never fit, and since I planned on going back the next morning to fix the previous mornings mistakes, people (my kids) kept adding things to the list that they needed for school projects or dance class or the beginning of football season for the boys. Today is Friday and I just got back from Target (BTW, I didn't always go to the same store, there are 2 within the same distance, so I mixed it up a bit...) and I don't care if the shoe doesn't fit or the shorts are the wrong color, we will make it work.
On a tangent, as we pulled up to our second home, Target, this morning, I realized I had forgotten to pray (and boy did I need it today), so I turned the car off and quickly bowed my head and closed my eyes in the car, people were walking by and Truman kept asking what I was doing, and I had this image in my mind of someone thinking I was slumped over the steering wheel for a different reason (*see next story for this line of thinking), so I finished quickly and hoped nobody was calling an ambulance.