We've finally outgrown Marie!

When Lizette was one we bought her what I thought was the most adorable costume ever...Marie from Disney's Aristocats. Soooo cute! And you can tell from this picture that she absolutely loved it too.

Well, the Marie costume was like $20 and I decided to get as much mileage out of this thing as possible. Lizette wore it again when she was two. Lexi wore it last year and my plan was to have her wear it again this year. Much to my dismay, it does not fit Lexi this year. It won't stay snapped and the paws are way too small. She gave it her best effort here.

So if you have a little girl that fits into 18 month clothing, we have a cute costume available. (sniff, sniff)

My New Stylist

Unfortunately, I have no photos to post along with this.  I wish I did because they would be hilarious.

I got my hair cut shorter a while back.  I want to grow it out just a bit so that the front can be a little bit longer and more manageable for me.  But the back has been growing so fast that I was almost getting into a mullet situation!  I didn't want to pay for a haircut when all I really needed was the back trimmed.  So I went to Jeff and told him that he was going to have to do it.  It was either this or spend $20.  He was sold when he found out he could save us $20.

We go upstairs and he gets out the scissors.  I sit on the stool and pray that this goes well.

He starts cutting and about five minutes into it, things are going well and he says, "I should have been a hair stylist!."

Five seconds later.

"Oh, that's not good. That's not good at all! How did that happen?"

I say another more determined prayer this time.

Silence.

"Is everything okay?" I ask.

A reluctant "Yeah, I think so."

More prayers.  This time pleading very intently.

A few more minutes pass and things seem to have come together.  He finishes and I check it out.  Not bad! He actually did a great job and it's exactly what I wanted.  Prayers answered!

However, I did tell him that if he is going to be a stylist he might want to avoid saying "Oh, that's not good. That's not good at all!" when he has a client sitting in his chair.  :)

Coincidence?

Okay, I think this was sort of funny and so I thought I would share.

I'm constantly having conversations with myself. Aren't we all? My conversations are normally filled with the things I'm stressing over or need to get done. That usually leads to some sort of conversation about how I feel inadequate about this or that. I'm pretty hard on myself about most everything, which is something I'm trying to work on. So, I've been trying to recognize the talents I have and be proud of them.

Well, this morning as I was putting on my make-up, I was really giving myself lots of compliments. My house was clean. I got all the grocery shopping done with money to spare. I've been especially proud of some of my coupon purchases lately. And the canning to boot! I was thinking "Wow. I'm getting all of these domestic responsibilities down pretty well. " Then I looked in my make-up drawer and began admiring the supply of foundation and powder I bought a while back for a killer deal.

As I was shaking my foundation bottle, I thought to myself "Yep, you are pretty awesome. Not everyone is able to get their favorite make-up for only fifty cents a bottle." At that exact moment, my foundation flew out of my hand, landed in the sink and completely shattered. My precious foundation was now all over my freshly cleaned sink.

Coincidence? Maybe. Probably. But funny timing, don't you think?

One of the first things that came to mind was "The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away." If He had anything to do with this make-up incident, I think He has a pretty funny sense of humor.

Maybe I needed to be reminded that there are more important things to be concerned with than the great deals I got on make-up.

I still think that was a pretty awesome deal on that make-up though.

The cute things kids say...

Lizette has been taking turns saying the prayer at meal times and before bed for quite a while now. It's so cute to hear her sweet little voice praying. Recently, she has caught onto the idea that she can pray for whatever she would like to without our help. It's so fun to listen to what she comes up with. Here are a few items on her list of things to pray for:

Strawberry Shortcake and Mr. Man (both dolls of hers)

That the food will taste good and we can eat it all gone
(This is important to pray for in our house since both she and Jeff are quite picky!...and I get upset when they don't eat the food I prepare)

That Grandpa could feel better

That we can drive safely (even when we aren't planning on driving anywhere)

That our toenails could be so pretty

She also prays for Jesus and Heavenly Father, and I think they probably appreciate the sentiment.

The thing that makes my heart smile the most is how naturally praying comes to small children. We can learn so much from the faith that they have.

Bedtime Humor

Jeff's and my conversation just before we went to sleep last night:

Him: Can you rub my back?

Me: Um. No.

Him: Cause I'm just really tired.

Me: Yeah, me too.

Him: And sometimes it helps me fall asleep if you rub my back.

Me: Yeah, me too.

Him: Ya know! (As if to say he gets no respect around here.)

Pause

Him: I think maybe I'll just go on a liquid diet. So, I'll just drink liquids and not eat any food.

Me: I don't think that would be such a good idea, but thanks for explaining to me what a liquid diet is.

We both laugh hysterically.

Him: Good night.

Me: Good night.

Him: Love you.

Me: Love you too.

Him: Are you sure you don't want to rub my back?

"Not My Favorite"

Anyone who has been around Jeff and I as a married couple for any length of time knows that the one thing we argue about is food.

He is a picky eater. I am a sensitive cook. Not a good combination at the dinner table.

It's actually become pretty comical and thank goodness we both have a pretty good sense of humor about it most of the time.

Tonight was a perfect example of what happens that causes us to argue and I just had to blog about it. This blog is one way of journaling for me, and I can't let this one by without our posterity being able to read about it someday.

So I made sugar cookies today. Lizette had a sleepover and I thought it would be fun for the girls to frost cookies tonight. I also have a book club tomorrow night and am in charge of the treat. Being that it's February, I figured heart shaped sugar cookies would be the perfect thing to take.

As I was making them, I frosted a couple and gave them to Jeff. After he had eaten one I asked him "How are the cookies?"

His response: "They're okaaay. Not my favorite."

In my mind: "Grrrrrrrrrrrr!" Blood is starting to boil. Nose nostrils flaring. Face turning red. I am about to explode. I had tried one. They were fine!

He immediately recognized that wasn't probably the best thing to say to me. And said "I mean they're good! Just a little sweet for me." Eventually saying that chocolate chip is his favorite, so he'll eat these, but he prefers chocolate chip.

Upon hearing his response, I walk over and snatch the second cookie from him. I'm thinking, "He's not going to eat any of these cookies after that comment!" I grab a bag of Oreos. "Here. Have these." I'm thinking,"My cookies aren't good enough for you! Eat the darn Oreos for crying out loud!" (By the way, I was not thinking 'darn' Oreos at that moment.)

Following this was an exchange of him apologizing and me telling him he should be more thoughtful and tactful. After my fuming was over, I was able to laugh about it.

But, can you see how ridiculous this problem is? I am soooo overly sensitive about everything he says about my cooking. And I think you would agree that he could stand to be a bit more tactful. :)

I wonder if we will still be having these little arguments when we are 80?

Goodbye Fox News

Since Jeff and I have been married, Fox News has been a part of our family. We (especially Jeff) watch it religiously. We know the back stories of many of the anchors...how many kids they have, where they live, where they grew up. We notice when someone is on vacation. We notice when they get a new haircut. If we were any more involved, we would be able to finish their sentences.

After much deliberation, we have decided to get rid of cable and say goodbye to our friends at Fox News for a time.

I dedicate this blog post to them (sniff sniff).

Of course, Bill O'Reilly is a long time favorite, always keeping it pithy.

Glenn Beck is Jeff's hero and we were so pleased to see him join our Fox family last year. It's not often you get to see grown men cry on TV and it touches our hearts whenever we see Glenn's eyes start to glisten.

We both have crushes on Megyn Kelly. So smart and beautiful all in one package. Now she's getting her own show. We regret that we will miss it.

And those Fox & Friends anchors. We've begun many a day with more of a spring in our step because of watching that crew.

Shepard Smith...he reports, we decide. What a guy.

Martha, Bill, Trace, Neil, Sean, Greta, Judge Napolitano, the crazy Red Eye gang, everyone at Fox News. We love you guys. We hope someday to have you join our family again.

Always keep it 'Fair & Balanced'.

Lovingly,
The Rigby's

This week's events...

Our household is busy this week. I tell ya, there is a lot going on around here!

First of all, our little Lexi is doing awesomely with her sleeping schedule. Naps are going great. I am in heaven.

Snow White got sick today and couldn't play. According to Lizette, her symptoms included an itchy bum and hurt toes. Poor Snow White. That does not sound pleasant. I'll keep you posted on her progress.

Jeff is almost in a drunken state of awe and excitement over the long awaited I-Pad that was unveiled by Apple today. He downloaded the keynote address given by Steve Jobs and was almost in tears as he hung on every word uttered about the functionality of this magnificent creation. I can pretty much read Jeff's mind by now and I can see the wheels turning..."What can I sell so that I can justify this purchase?" I think he would probably take a second job to be able to get one of these things.

I have been busy "dejunking". I was inspired to do this by both my mother-in-law and a Relief Society meeting that I attended recently. It's such a great thing to clean house and get rid of things that you don't need. I think I'll be able to sell quite a bit of it on e-bay and Craig's List and that is a bonus! Jeff might get his I-Pad after all...but Momma needs new shoes too. Hmmmm...I'm going to need to work on a list of why I need shoes more than he needs the I-Pad. Any bets on who will win? :) Kidding, of course!

(I think we all know that I'll be getting the shoes. ) Hee hee!

An unfortunate side effect of running too much...

Lately Lizette has been really into running. She loves to show off how fast she can run.

With so many cold days, she has figured out her favorite running routes through the house. One of which is to run circles around the coffee table.

The other day she was running in circles and acting really silly. She said "This is making me dizzy... and it's making me have lots of toots too!"


Lexi laughed


Note to self: Don't Lizette show off her running skills when we have company. :)

American Idol

I've never been one to deny myself of a few guilty pleasures. Diet Coke, way too many Food Network and HGTV shows, clearance sales, chocolate peanut butter ice cream. However, there is one that is staring me in the face tonight and I really don't want to give in to it!

"Da da da da da da da da da da daaaa...." (Are you catching that tune?)



After watching almost every episode last season, I promised myself I wouldn't do it again. I don't even want to think about how many hours I spent in front of the TV when I could have been reading, exercising...anything else!

And here we are again.

The season premiere is tonight. Jeff is watching.

"Da da da da da da da da da da daaaa....."

How can I help myself from watching these people go in front of the judges? Yes, there are the completely untalented who we laugh at and can't believe they have the nerve to sing at all.

Then there are the truly talented who have dreamed of this day forever. I often cry when they run out of the audition room and hug their families when they've been given the news, "Your going to Hollywood!" I'm tearing up right now just thinking about it.

Oh my.

And my temptation to watch is heightened even more by my curiosity as to how Ellen will do as a judge.

I don't think I'm a strong enough person to resist.

"Da da da da da da da da da da daaaa....."

Gotta go...it's on!

Moments to Remember

Lizette received the most wonderful gift in the world the other day. A tutu from Aunt Lora! Two tutus in fact. One is for Lexi to use someday. Lizette puts one or both of them on every day and dances. Here she is pictured with her cousin Katelyn. Tutus make awesome dress up clothes!

Survival for me means being able to put Lexi in the baby carrier so that I can vacuum, do laundry, wrap presents...
Right now, I complain about my back hurting at the end of the day.
Someday, I will look at this picture and miss being able to snuggle with my little baby all day.

Jeff loves his girls. He loves to hold them when they are sleeping. They love it too.

Ode to Cankles...

Today at the doctor's office, I took off my socks and Jeff was in shock to see how swollen my legs are. I hadn't noticed as much since I was able to wear sandals for most of my pregnancy. But now that the weather has turned cooler and I am wearing socks, it is funny to see the appearance of my "cankles". Yes, my legs look like I am wearing knickers or something. (Remember those?) Lizette was intrigued by the whole situation and kept staring at my legs as well.

Aaaah...the joys of pregnancy.

The good news is that we only have to wait a couple more days to meet our newest little angel! I'll be induced on Friday morning.

So long cankles! And heartburn. And maternity clothes. And uncomfortable sleep. And (the embarrassing problem you have to use preparation-H for). No, I'm not one of those people who think pregnancy is the most beautiful time. I don't even have it that bad either! I just complain about every little discomfort. I'm a selfish person basically. I like to be comfortable. I do love to feel the baby move and hear the heartbeat and see the ultrasounds. But, the rest....I could do without!

Wow, I'm really a whiner, aren't I?

:)

The Saturday Morning Sleep In

Saturday mornings. Aren't they the best? I don't have as much of an appreciation for them now as when I was working, but I still love them. Usually there is no where in particular we have to be at any particular time. The entire day can be spent doing nothing or lots of things. As long as we're together, it really doesn't matter.

On those days when Lizette wakes up earlier than the typical Saturday morning wake up time, I'll let her come and sleep with us. (It's the only way she will go back to sleep!) She usually snuggles right up to Jeff's back and pushes him over so that he has like 6 inches of space left to sleep on. Poor guy. He needs the Saturday morning sleep in more than any of us, but he ends up literally getting pushed out of bed by our almost 3 year old.

These will be good memories someday.

Have a great Saturday!