I still love Barbie!

I loved Barbies as a child uh child...more like until I was 12 and it was then uncool to play with them yet I still wished I could. Every time a little kid comes over to my parents' house I still enjoy checking out all my Barbies. I was obsessed--every Christmas came with some new Barbie accessory. Barbie mansion, Barbie house rug, Barbie convertible, Barbie airplane, and every new Barbie commercial on Nickelodeon made me so happy.  More than anything I  loved creating the little scene with Mommy Barbie, Daddy Ken and all their children and friends. 

I'd even make Barbie and Ken kiss and awkwardly hug with Barbie's weird arms and Ken's straight arms.

Enough about my childhood obsession with Barbies.

Last week when we were watching the three kids (who were mentioned in this post) one night we had some time to spare while waiting for the boys to get done with some activity. That left us with the youngest child, A*, and Target.

We went straight to the toys section.

I had to just look at the Barbie aisle.

SINCE WHEN HAS KEN BECOME SO COOL??

Each Ken has a different hairstyle. What happened to the plastic head/hair? 

He has defined muscles, watches, accessories for himself instead of just Barbie.

AND the Ken below TALKS!

Sweet Talkin' Ken?

 Matson and I held this Ken for 5 minutes recording stupid messages.

It took my voice and turned it into a low manly voice! Uh...COOL!

Matson and A* with the Ken doll that A* thought looked the most like Matson.

ANYWAY...Barbies are cool. And getting cooler.

What was your favorite childhood toy?

parenting

Parenting is rough. Last Saturday was the 12th and final day of watching a family of three-D*, H*, and A*. It was fun, hard, energy draining, and enjoyable. Parenting has lows and highs. There were times where Matson and I went to bed exhausted, a little frustrated and happy the day was over. Then there were other days when we were laughing with the children and making forts all night acting childish with them. It was a great experience for us both plus some good money and I would like to share some of our experiences with you. Since I am...no...more like I try to be optimistic I would like to not focus on the lows, but rather I will share some of the highs and things that kept us going.

1. After watching one of the BYU games Matson was so happy and excited! He kept saying, "Jimmer is the best!" A* replied by asking,"Why is he the best?" Matson replied back by saying, "No one can stop Jimmer!" A* replied again by saying her solution,"Maybe he is ticklish? Have they tried that? He runs up to the basket and the other team tickles him!"
2."no girls aloud"...no i am not a bad speller. i know that allowed is spelled "allowed" not "aloud". but H* doesn't and i thought his sign up on the outside of his door was hilarious. I could not help to giggle (inside of course so he wouldn't feel bad) every single time I walked by. I feel bad now, I probably should of told him he spelled it wrong, but oh well!

3. A* said, "My old teacher is nice and all, but she has a hairdo from the 16's." i think she meant to say from the 60's.
4. "the orange VitaRain has too much energy in it to drink...so we aren't allowed to" but really...does one vitarain drink have more energy than another? and enough to make difference on an 8 year old kid? Maybe. I don't know.
5. "MISS MISS MISS MISS!!" this is what A* yelled VERY LOUD at the opposing team at Matson's basketball games. Every single time she yelled they missed except like once. it was hilarious and we all loved it since it was such a close game! Lamest thing about this=the opposing team had a little possy of wives supporting their husbands. One of the women said (under her breath but loud enough so I could hear it), "WOW...shut up!" It made me so mad and I am not even A*'s mom. She was just having fun! If miss poopy possy pants is reading this (even though she definitely isn't) I would just like you to let loose and let a child have some fun cheering at a game.
6. One night we were talking about animals for some reason and with the most serious voice and not one bit of sarcasm we heard, "Unicorns are real. They live." Matson and I looked at each other laughing, knowing that she really did believe that.
7. One night we went to dinner with the kids and the restaurant had TV's in it. The BYU game was on and D* asked Matson why Brandon Davies could not play. Matson replied by just saying he sinned and needed to repent. D* then asked again wanting the real answer, he told Matson that he had had the "Birds and the Bees" talk but A* had not. Matson whispered the answer to D*. A* then got mad and in all seriousness said, "I do not need to have the Birds and the Bees talk. I already know about nature. Flowers grow and animals live there...."

potty talk.

if you can't take a little potty talk then don't read this.

so here we go. 

one word:

POOP

i have been uh...what's the word...lucky(?) enough to of been raised in a family where we are quite open about our bodily functions.

my brothers would often mid-game, mid-dinner, mid-anything say "i gotta go poo."

or often T* would say "i have the funniest thing to say...(loud fart sound)"

or my siblings and i even have a funny little saying we say having to do with it.

it is just the truth, we are who we are.

i try to not be as open about these things.

but i can't help but laugh.

this leads me to this big guy:

 

this was the biggest turtle i have ever seen. EVER.

he resides at Xcaret in Mexico (we were there on our honeymoon).

now picture this guy going to the bathroom.

then him and all his friends dive for the poop thinking it was food?

one of his buddies took a bite of the poop and it POOFED away.

matson and i watched this all happen, we were laughing hysterically.

the turtle ate his own poop? gross!

i swear i don't talk about these sorts of things all the time. just thought I would share a funny story.