Is It Bad Parenting to be Entertained by Traumatizing your Children?

So here's a quick run down... then you can enjoy the visual!
Our Children..... Kaden especially are about the WORST eaters ever! Avery is usually pretty good, but today was an exception. We have tried many tricks to coerse our kiddos to eat.. some work.. others don't work so well. We've done the timer method. Which usually ends up with Kaden being so worried about the timer going off that he stops eating all together. We've done the "give me 5 bites" method... which works off and on.. but usually ends up having us feed our 5 year old (not cool). Sometimes it's pure frustration and we just give up all together and figure he's not going to starve if he doesn't eat his dinner. Then there are the other times..... times like this.... you know.... the times when you've had it with the typical threats and you have a little sense of humor in you so you bring out the big guns. Or in this case.... THE BLOW TORCH and a couple FAVORITE TOYS. As I'm writing this, it just dawned on me that we've just become our parents. Not that they ever threatened to burn our favorite things... but I know they would "encourage" us to get things done in slightly traumatizing ways. It's quite entertaining really. So entertaining that as my children were about to have a nervous breakdown with Brian's threat, all I could do was grab the camera and say... "This is so blog worthy!". So there you have it... Who's the worst parent here? Brian for almost burning our kids toys for not eating their dinner... or me.... taking pictures of them in their time of distress?
But... all you parents out there with any bit of sense of humor or sense of frustration that comes from child rearing... I think you'll enjoy this little series of events you are about to see. If you don't... please forget you ever saw this post and try not to call child services on us :)



AFTER SEVERAL ATTEMPTS TO GET THE KIDS TO EAT..... DAD BRINGS OUT THE BLOW TORCH AND TWO INNOCENT LITTLE TOYS.










THE LOOK OF PANIC IS IN THEIR EYES.... BUT WILL THEY EAT?





IT LOOKS LIKE THE BLOW TORCH DID THE TRICK!!!! THEY WERE SHOVING FOOD IN THEIR MOUTHS!


AHHHH... BABY DOLL IS SAFE WITH HER MOMMY. (AVERY TOLD BRIAN... "DADDY, THIS ISN'T YOUR BABY.. THIS IS MY BABY" AND SHE WOULD NOT PUT IT DOWN FOR THE REST OF THE EVENING)

PARENTING RULES!!! IT'S MOMENTS LIKE THIS THAT KEEP IT ENTERTAINING. YOU GOTTA LOVE KIDS!

Our Own Little Sledding Hill

We found the "Hot Spot" for this winters activities. Every great neighborhood has the places where the kids all get together and hang out. Ours happens to be a hill across the street from our house where the kids spent hours sledding and throwing snowballs with all their friends.
It was quite nostalgic as I remember the long winter days of doing the same thing with my own neighbor friends growing up. I remember pulling our sleds to the hill and coming home with red hands and hot chocolate waiting for us. Oh the memories..

Sorry... I gotta brag (it's my blog - I can do what I want)
MY KIDS ARE SO DARN CUTE!!! I CAN'T STAND IT!

Thank You Snow Gods

We know the drill. Labor Day weekend the beard starts growing and won't come off till that first ski day of true powder.
It's a Brian Thing......

So I am pleased to announce that kissing my husband is much more pleasant again! The beard came off and my sink looked as if a large rat had exploded... (ya... it was pretty bad). I love this guy and his crazy rituals.

After years of "fake" mumbling... I must confess

I am a summer girl. Always have been.. Always will. I would prefer my days hanging out on a boat in my bathing suit soaking up the rays and getting a tan while the sun is bleaching my brown hair. For years I have made quite a scene over the first snowfall of the year. I grumble and complain, make disgusted faces and moan. This means summer is over and the LONG Utah winters have begun.
As a child my dad would come in to wake me up and say, "Turia... I have a suprise for you. Look outside!" As I would look out my window in the darkness, all I see is soft billowy clouds not in the sky but on my front lawn. It's all quiet and the lack of sound that snow seems to bring is a peaceful one. Me.... the summer girl would groan and roll back over in bed and say to my dad.. "I can't believe it's snowing already. I'm going back to bed."
Year after year.. I would wake up to a fresh cloud of snow and the quiet peace that accompanies it. I complain.. I grumble.. I "act" as if it's the worst thing that could happen.
BUT.... it is now time to confess. Even in those early years when I acted as if the snow was a gift from the devil himself... I always felt the magic in that first snowfall. Heaven forbid I actually admit that me.. the summer girl could actually enjoy snow as well. That was too difficult. I always play that day a little melodramatic. But not today. Today I woke up and I couldn't deny that magical excitement that I've felt year after year. I looked outside and joy filled my heart. Not because the long utah winters are about to begin (still hate that part).. but because of what the snow represents. It represents blankets, hot chocolate, soups, more time at home just hanging out, the holidays, playing in the snow and my husbands mood instantly turning to good to ecstatic. This is his "summer"... his "time on the lake". My excitement for this season is mostly in part by watching him... and now.. watching my kids. Today as the snow was falling, Kaden was staring out the window in his jammies and his ski helmet. He hadn't been awake more than 30 seconds before he was running in our room saying.... "Guess what? There's snow on the ground!". That magic is in him just as it's in us.

I don't know why I've fought this season for so many years... just because I prefer long summer days, great tans and flip flops doesn't change the truth that there really is magic in this first snowfall of the year.
Whew!!! It feels good after years of self denial to actually admit that (at times)... snow is pretty cool!

Halloween 2008

We had a wonderful Halloween. The kids were so cute trick or treating. Avery wanted to go to every house. Even when she was so tired and practically asleep in my arms, she would say... "lets go dat house". They went for a good couple hours straight and when their bags were full and their little legs too tired to walk anymore, we headed home.
The highlights of the evening were Avery saying "Arrrrrrr" when you asked her what a pirate says and Kaden running up and down the street too excited to stick to any organized route for trick or treating. On the way home, Kaden said, "Oh.. I just LOVE Halloween!". They were so darn cute! I love celebrating the holidays through their eyes. It brings back all the excitement of being a kid again.... but in a much more fulfilling way!

Grandma Becky's Halloween Party

My mom always does fun little holiday parties for the grandkids. She always does such a great job. This year was no exception. The kids all came over in their costumes and after a photo shoot from all the moms, they started with the festivities! Stories, games, monster mash, scavenger hunt to find the spooky ghost with all the treats, crafts, and of course lots of yummy, spooky food!
Thanks mom for all your hard work. The party was a hit!

Cousin Late Over

The highlight of my kids (and their cousins) week is "Cousin Late Over". Me, Jana & Jenni each take a Friday night where we watch all 9 grandkids so the other two couples can go on a date. It has been so much fun to have two free weekends of babysitting each month. But more importantly, the kids get to be together. The LOVE spending time with one another and look forward to the weekend. Kaden is usually counting down the days on Monday!
This past cousin late over was at my house. Kaden told me, "Mom.. I've been waiting 100 years for my cousins to come over". Since it was the weekend before Halloween we drew spooky pictures made spider cupcakes and decorated my basement with spider webs and ghosts for an upcoming family party.
I am so grateful for my sister in laws and their friendship. I feel so blessed to have them in my life. I could call on them for anything and I usually do! It's so important for me to have my kids close to their cousins. I think little night outs like the ones we're doing are helping out with that.

The quiet hours of the night part 2

Attention: This post is strictly for the soul purpose to make a note to "future me" that parenting wasn't always a bed of roses. :)

you know the post I did last week?
Well... it's 4 am, I've been up with Brighton for 2 hours now.... ya..... not feelin the warm fuzzies tonight.

Harvest Fun

We took the kids to a fun little apple orchard this weekend where they had hay rides, fresh pressed apple cider, a pumpkin patch and loads of carmel apples, doughnuts and chocolate popcorn. We had a blast picking out our pumpkins for the year and watching the kids try to carry them. This is always such a fun time and one I LOVE to do with my kids. We have made it a tradition to go and pick our own pumpkins from a patch instead of the local grocery storefront and it's been a highlight of our fall each year.
The kids enjoyed a fun evening eating their doughnuts, sitting on hay bales and watching "The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown" that was projected on the side of their produce truck. (Wow.. are we country or what?) What could be more fun for a kid? Hanging out with cousins, eating treats, and watching movies? They had a blast and it was all worth it just to know they had a good time.

To Eat or Not to Eat

People LOVE sushi... I've never quite understood it. I mean it's absolutely gorgeous but the thought of raw fish and seaweed just doesn't excite me in the least bit. But this weekend, I ended up trying the so called "cuisine".
Brian loves the stuff, but me.... not so much. I tried to be brave and test it out, and lets just say it was kindof a disaster. I'm not positive, but our table was laughing so hard at my attempts that I think we disrupted the "zen" in the restaurant.

My experience with sushi went a little like this... (I so wish I had a picture to show this in all it's glory)

I grab the sushi with my chop sticks. I put it up to my mouth, open my mouth... oh I'm going to do it.... 'BLAH" (a little dry heave action) and I put it down closer to my plate.
OK.. here I go again... up, up, up.... "Blah"... back down to the plate.
I can do it this time..... "Blah" before I get it in my mouth. This time on it's way down to my plate I drop it in my teriyaki sauce. The raw salmon is falling off (which I'm not very disappointed in by the way) and the rest is drenched in sauce..Maybe it will make it more palatable??? Let's try it again!
Up, Up... almost there.... "Blah!" Back down to the plate
(Now the waitress is at our table watching and joining in on all the laughing..oh great, more people to watch me peuk)
It's getting a bit embarrassing now as well as the poor beautiful piece is getting utterly destroyed by all the handling. So I try it again... this time... I will not stop...
I shove my chopsticks to my mouth and voila it's in my mouth!!!!
Chew,...aaaahhhh!!!...another 1/2 chew..... I make a nasty worried look as if I'm going to blow a gasket and try to chew again... This time the dry heave is going to be a full on gag if I don't get it out as fast as possible... So in the napkin it goes! (Oh, I have such etiquette)
The best part was after the whole "sushi eating adventure", I continue to eat my own very delicious "non sushi meal" and go to pick up my napkin and proceed to wipe off my face... you guess it.... I PICKED UP THE SUSHI FILLED NAPKIN!!! AHHHHHH!! CHEWED UP NASTINESS NEAR MY MOUTH!! WHAT WAS I THINKING?? (K- I'm not ashamed to say I'm dry heaving a little as I'm reliving this experience)
That was some wasted cash/food (sushi and $$$ go hand in hand) that someone else could have enjoyed! I guess it's cheap entertainment though!! So, I think it's safe to say that I'm not one for sushi.. don't think I'll ever get used to it. Sorry Bri-- this is one dining experience you're gonna have to do with someone else.

The quiet hours of the night

It's nearly 2 am and I've just finished a wedding cake. This is pretty standard for me as it's so hard to work and be creative when you've got 3 kids and the craziness of life that takes up the rest of the day.
As I was cleaning up, I hear little Brighton talking in his room. I go in to see him on his tummy, rocking back and forth practicing his "crawl" that he hasn't quite figured out yet. As he saw me, a big smile shines across his face as he rolls over and starts moving his wrists back and forth as a sign for me to pick him up. As I do so, he immediately goes into cuddle position.. thumb in his mouth, the other fingers grabbed onto my nose and his other hand holding the back of my hair. I love this simple bit of affection I get from my little 9 month old on a daily basis.
I walk into the family room with the little guy in my arms, sit on the couch and there we sit. My cheek resting on the top of his head, his little fingers squeezing my nose as he slowly drifts to sleep. As I sat there, I realized the power of a mothers touch. That simple cradle in my arms calmed him gently to sleep. The need he had of me was a simple one... he needed the comfort of someone who loved him.
As I thought about this special little moment, I began to think of my other two kids and the power of a mothers touch in their lives. Kaden, at 5 years old still comes in my bed every morning to cuddle before I get up. With sleepy eyes I often blink to find him staring at me with a big smile on his face. I want to hold him closer as I realize the love I have for him.
Then I thought about Avery. My independent, strong willed beautiful daughter who sometimes shows me she needs her mothers touch. These moments are often found when I return home and I'm welcomed by opened arms running to me, or when she wakes up from her nap and she wants to sit and cuddle while watching Curious George. These moment are priceless to me. They are moments that I know they need me just because I'm their mom. What a better tribute could you get for the endless hours of housework, screaming, struggling with getting them to eat, etc, etc, etc... that comes with the daily job requirements of being a mom.
You know.. these tender moments will be over before I can even blink and I will only have my memories of the sweet "cuddle" moments I get from my children. I thought about it a lot as I was holding little Bright tonight. Will they still need me as much as they do now in a few years? Will the power of a mothers touch still be a magical tool of my love to them? Will I be able to have my love for them evolve in a way that is keeping up with their changing personalities and needs? I sure hope so..... I believe so.
My kids will always be my kids. I'm sure I'll look at Brighton someday as he's riding his skateboard down the street and think back on when he used to pull at my nose as he sucked his thumb. Maybe I'll think of Kaden cuddling up to me in the mornings as I watch him leave on his mission. I might even feel Avery's arms wrapped around me as we cuddle in her "sleep bag" the day she tells me she's getting married. Who knows? I hope moments like these will be imprinted in my memory to always treasure.
Wow... with all that said and done... I think I'm going to go to bed! That was a lot of thought for a simple cuddle with my baby. :)

We Love Fall

I have to say that fall is one of my favorite times of the year. Since my life doesn't revolve around laying out and getting a tan as much as it did in the summers of my youth, I think that fall might be tied to my favorite season.
Brian and I try to get the kids out as much as possible to enjoy hiking in our beautiful mountains here in Utah. We love to see the leaves, hike in the cooler weather and most of all, spent time with each other and our kids. I don't know what it is about nature, but it has a positive influence on us as a family. When we are out walking trails or watching the kids look in ponds for fish, we tend to slow down and appreciate one another. Every moment in priceless and there is no rush to go and get other things done. It's amazing how therapeutic a walk in the autumn leaves can do for you.
I love fall. I love our family hikes, I love my kids, and I love that I have a hubby who has shown me how to love and appreciate nature and the little things in life.

Tis The Season

If you see us on a regular basis, you may have noticed Brian's extra facial hair..
Yup... it's time to pay tribute to the snow gods in hopes for great powder.

For those of you that have followed my blog for the past year, many of you will remember my post about my husbands love for skiing.
He can't just be happy to ski when it begins to snow... that would far too normal. He has to prepare clear in August for this "sacred season". I am more of a summer girl myself, but Brian is all winter!!

So here we are again... beard in full swing since opening weekend of sniagrab (labor day)
and it's not coming off until that fresh powder sticks to his face.
All I can say is........ BOYS!!!

Good thing he's cute. I sure love him... even with his long tickley beard! He's the greatest over obsessed skiier I know. So for Brian's sake....
Snow Gods.. if you are listening... Come soon and give us a good year!

Released

After 6 years of serving in the Young Womens program at church, I was released on Sunday and put in the primary presidency. Being released from a calling is always a weird experience for me and this one was no different. I was out of town on Sunday, so I didn't get to spend my "last sunday" with my girls. They wouldn't have know any different anyway because our Sacrament meeting is last, but it still seems so harsh to be pulled out of something you've been apart of for many years and not even have a chance to say goodbye.
It's crazy. You know these girls so well. You spend hours on end with them, share spiritual experiences with them, see them laugh, cry, grow and dream. You are with them on Sundays, on Wednesday nights, at girls camp, youth conference, and other major events in their lives. You see them grow, you see some fall and you cheer them on the whole time. You love them, pray for them, worry about them and cry for them, laugh with them.. and then... you are gone. No goodbye, No time for that one last bit of counsel you want so desperatly for them to hear. It's over in a matter of moments when you are released. I understand this is part of the gospel and serving in it, but it doesn't make it easier. What do the girls think? Do they understand? Will they continue to know how much I will still care for them? Did I do anything in their lives that made a difference? You give your soul to a calling and just pray you did what you needed to do.
I am now going to be serving in the primary. It will be another growing experience for me and I am excited to learn from this calling. I am sure when the time comes to be released from from there, I will feel the same way as I do now.
But at this moment, my heart is with my beautiful young women. They have taught me so much. They have humbled me, have inspired me, encouraged me to be a better example. They have been my babysitters, my children's favorite friends, my excuse to stay young. These girls are spiritual giants who have so much to offer to the world. They are girls who I hope and pray my daughter will be like when she is older. I love you all and will miss you terribly.
So for all the young women I have had the opportunity to serve with the last 6 years... from my sweet beehives in my ward right now to those of you who are driving and going to college and even those of you now married and having babies.. I love you. I will not forget you and most of all... THANK YOU for bringing so much joy into my life as I've served as your young women leader.
Since I don't get to share my last bit of counsel with you... if I could, this is what I'd say:
Remember Always the beautiful daughter of God you are. Remember the power you have to set examples and change the world. Don't be afraid to set your standards high.. and rise above the temptations that will be put in your path. Stay beautiful by keeping your sprit strong and your dreams within reach. Rise above your expectations of yourself and strive for greatness. Don't get discouraged, but if you do... pray and know that there will always be someone praying for you as well. Love the lord, Love your parents, respect them. Know your leaders are doing their best to be there for you. Talk to them, lean on them if you need a friend.
Study the scriptures. Find characters in them that you can relate to and live according to their examples. There are powerful women in the scriptures that can be guides in your life on how to live. Learn about them, Figure out ways to apply their lives with yours. Complete your personal progress because it will be a GREAT tool for you in your life as you experience marriage, children, careers, missions, and all the other things your lives will be blessed with.
You WILL go places. You have nothing to fear when the Lord is with you. Change the world and be proud doing it.

Last, but not least I want to tell you this... Be strong, Live Life to the fullest, Have Fun and Love the Lord.

Our Trip to Pink Mountain

The other day I went on a trip. Not just any trip, but the kind that all the money in the world couldn't have made it any better. We started off with our fearless tour guide with all the necessary things a tour guide should have when going to Pink Mountain.
a parachute
*a knife
*Binoculars
*a pillow
*and a gun... why you ask? well I did ask and the reply was "In case we have to shoot any deers" (Hmmmm, interesting... we've never been hunters in our family, not really sure where this came from)


Once our group (Our tour guide, his assistant, myself and the little dude) all had our pillows, we were ready for our journey. We passed the the land of cake baking, trugged over laundry hill and traversed our way through the all so famous "A zillion things to do AND clean pass", then up the steep climb to our final destination.
We reached our "Two Day Vacation" to Pink Mountain just in time for dinner. What a remarkable resort we stayed at. The meals were the epitomy of fine dining. Pizza, Fruit and Kaden's famous Mushroom soup. The soux chef was creating masterpieces.










My room was better than any 5 star resort... It only had 1 rule. NO SNORING! (It may wake up the other guests said our tour guide). I had a wonderful nights sleep of about 15 seconds. I have never felt so refreshed in my life.








Breakfast was fresh fruit hand cut by our guide and his assistant. It was delectable.
Our adventures awaited us, so after breakfast there was an in-room movie party. Caillou was showing this morning. As the movie started (one of my "favorites" by the way... ha, ha) I made my own rule.... As a guest at Pink Mountain Resort there will be No Phone, No Internet, No Cleaning! I could only enjoy the beauty of my surroundings and the pleasure of being with my guests. You know, it doesn't get much better than a couple days at Pink Mountain with a tour guide, and assistant and a little dude who slobbers on everything.



DO I HAVE TO COME HOME?
I COULD STAY UP HERE FOREVER!

Seriously????

I really don't know who needs to learn more... ME???? or AVERY???? All I can say is.... Seriously????
This is the 3rd.. (yes, I said 3rd) creative learning experiment that took place in her room this week.
#1- Marker all over her dresser, fish tank, picket fence and bed (thank goodness for cleanser.. it works miracles)
#2- Chalk on all the same things (easy enough to clean up)
#3- And then this......

Let's just give you a run down....

11:30 PM.. Brian comes walking upstairs and says, "Turia, are you painting your nails?" It smells like fingernail polish.
Turia: Oh crap... Go check Avery's room now!

This is what we found....

Cute and innocent looking right? She's so sweet when she's asleep.


Cute.. yes... but innocent??? I guess it depends on how you define innocent. Let's just say she's curious.
Here's the evidence....


Well...... This is why it smells so strong in her room.

***Warning*** Picture below is graphic and those with any pride to home decor and their own skin, may cringe at what will be shown here on this blog.


So this is only part of the "crime scene". There was clear glitter polish in a nice smeared pile on her carpet. I don't know how we got so lucky to not have red polish get on the carpet... but her hand made quilt I made for her (that took me HOURS) is now nicely decorated in dark red... much worse than what is on her beloved "sleep bag and Straw Jammies".
Can I just say how happy I am that I just recently posted her two most favorite things before they looked like something that you'd find in the ER?

Brian and I spent the next 20 minutes trying to clean up the damage and just laughing at this precious little girl sleeping soundly in a bed full of fingernail polish. You know... nothing she does seems to phase me anymore. What can you do but laugh? (or maybe cry occasionally?) But mostly laugh... and love her more. Ave's what would I do without you??? I sure wouldn't have nearly as much stuff to blog about!

Bridal Show and the launch of my website

The bridal show was a success. It was a long week, a long Saturday, but so much fun. I hope I get some good clients for all the work we put into this. Here's a picture of about half the cakes I did this week. I think it turned out just as I hoped it would.
I couldn't have pulled it through without the help of so many people. Friends & family for stepping in and babysitting, my mom for taking charge of getting everything ready for my booth, my VERY, VERY supportive husband who believes in my more than I believe in myself, Swensen's for giving me the opportunity to even be in the show, and mostly my brother... He put as much time and sleepless nights in this week as I did trying to get my banners, brochures and website designed. They all look amazing and I am so grateful for everyone's support this week.

So, thanks to by bro... I have an awesome site up and going!!! It's still got a little bit of work we've got to do on it, but it looks awesome!! We will be launching a blog on it where I'm going to post lots of fun things. I may even offer some cake decorating classes (still stewing over that one). Check out the site. Hope you like it!!!

Computers Make Me Cry

So my computer crashed Friday night. With no warning, no clues that something terrible was about to happen, we said goodbye to hundreds of pictures, files of digi scrapbook stuff and all the other stuff that is on a computer. Ahhhh, I am sick. Why we rely on electronics for everything is beyond me right now. If I was smart and normal, I would have backed everything up on my external hard drive, but did I do that? NO!
All I can say is THANK GOODNESS FOR BLOGGING! At least I've got a few pictures of my kids this year from the posts I've done.

To my smokin' hot wife

Turia Rocks!

This is going to be a bare bones post... No pictures, no sound, pretty short and to the point. I just had to publicly say how proud I am of my wife. She had her own "Hell week" and weathered it better than I think anyone could have. Her cakes turnedout amazing, the booth at her show was one of the best there, and she did it all with a smile on her face. I married the most amazing woman I know! I love you Turia. I couldn't be prouder!

Life This Week has NOT included blogging

As much as I should be blogging this week... documentation via blogger of all the daily fun events of my children have been put on the back burner for now.
I am not dead, I am not on vacation (oh how I wish I was), I am just VERY BUSY!!!
Let me sum it up for you.....
Last Friday, I had the opportunity to be invited to do a bridal show!! (YeAH)
The bridal show is Saturday... exactly 8 days from when I found out (Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!)
I had NO, nothing, zilch, nada prepared for something like this... so here is how my week has gone down.

Friday afternoon--- stressed out, scared out of my mind, pacing around in circles trying to figure out how I could put all this together in time all while trying to finish up a wedding cake for a client. (ya... a little crazy) Then I realize I need styrofoam... and LOTS of it.. so I run downtown and buy loads of styrofoam for my "fake wedding cakes". Went to the store to buy fondant twice. (So did my mom)

Saturday-- Deliver my actual wedding cake, went to buy more fondant (so did my mom) go to sniagrab with my family.... (It's a must when you are married to the worlds most obsessed skiier) But I was excited.. I actually talked Brian into getting a helmet for Kaden. He's too stubborn for one himself, but at least our kid will be safe. Oh ya... did I mention I have to speak in church tomorrow?? Guess I should start thinking about my talk (11 pm) Oh ya.. Oh ya... went and bought more fondant. (The cheap kind was 50% off this weekend... yeah!)

Sunday-- Went to church and gave my talk. I guess it went ok... not one of my better ones. Came home and put the kids to bed and off to the drawing board I went. FIRST writing a full page of "To Do's" to get ready for the Bridal Show... then figuring out how I can divide and make the most of the help that would be offered. I passed off the entire "Booth" set-up stuff to my mom (MAJOR LIFESAVER!!!!), got my brother working on finishing up my website and designing the printing of brochures and a banner, then started drawing up cake plans, color schemes, variety, etc, etc. Whew!!! Plans for 8 cakes. EIGHT CAKES IN LESS THAN A WEEK!!! (this is going to be one heck of a week)

Monday--- Labor Day and Brian is off work (Hallelujia!!!). I spend almost all day in the kitchen working on cakes. I get two finished and start on my chocolate leaves. Chocolate leaves looked awful, so scrapped them and decided to do them in gumpaste instead (that's going to have to wait for another day-- I'm going to bed) Did I mention me, brian, mom, dad, callee, duncan, jordan... ALL bought fondant today? (hooray for 50%off and AWESOME family! )

Tuesday-- Back in the kitchen.. Still working on cakes. Don't get nearly as much done today due to hubby at work, but spend most of the day shopping for other cake needs. Guess what? I didn't buy fondant today! (Just everything else.. including more styrofoam) Worked on 2 more cakes and finally crashed about 2 am.

Wednesday-- Slept in and didn't make it to the gym. (not good) and went straight to the kitchen (surprise). My poor children and not being taken care of, watching too many movies and being ignored until my great friend saves the day. When Kaden gets to Emily's house he tells her "this has been the more boring day ever!". (whoops... bad mom)
I form my autumn leaves, paint flowers on one of my cakes, and color fondant for another cake.
It's Wednesday, so off I go to young womens. We have a fun activity, I get home and straight into the kitchen with me!! Here's the big night. I airbrush the autumn leaves, paint my snowflakes silver, finish my flower power cake, do a tradition white on white cake, and make loads of royal icing... Do you think I'm tired yet? I SHOULD BE.. IT'S 4 AM!!! Ok.. I'm almost done at this point, only 1 1/2 cakes left to finish, but I'm exhausted so off to bed.

Thursday-- Get up, get the kids breakfast, send them to my other wonderful friends house to play. While they are there, I rush to finish as much as I can. The kids come home and we head out to preschool. WE get home.. the two younger kids take naps and TADA...... (drum roll please)...... ALL EIGHT (yes I said 8) cakes are finished!! 8 cakes in 3 1/2 days! whew!! I made it.
Now it's thursday night and I'm finally able to sit down, check my email, blog a little bit, and try not to fall asleep.
Tomorrow will bring photo shoots of the cakes, more last minute details to get done and my nerves to start up again because Saturday is the big day.

Hope it turns out well.