Sarah Bearah

This is my Sarah
she turned 6 yesterday
My Sarah Bearah
she is a joy to have around!

Seriously,

she is a wonderful girl to have around
she is so happy
and so excited
and so joyful.
She HONESTLY tries to do what is right
she is very concerned with
choosing the right
and obeying rules
and she makes sure
that her sisters are obeying the rules too!

She is my very best helper

she quickly obeys

everyday her room is cleaned and her

bed made

she even makes her little sisters bed

so her room is done all the way.

My beautiful

wonderful

intense

Sarah

life wouldn’t be the same without you

I thank my

Heavenly Father

that he let me be your mother.

A Tooth Tale

Two years ago my BABY GIRL punk (who was just two at the time) decided to take a long ride on her little bike down a short, sloped driveway. Just as she made it down the hill the front wheel caught on the curb and she landed FACE FIRST on the street, the bike on top of her. She scraped up her lip, chin and nose and broke her front tooth. Slowly her two front teeth turned dark gray, kind of ugly, luckily her
sparkling personality
hides the defect.


(here she is before the dentist appointment, you can’t see the color change very well, but you can see the broken tooth)

Last week we noticed a big, pus filled bump on her gum right above the broken tooth. I took her to a neighbor who is a dental hygienist and she told me it was an abscess and that we were OK to wait until Monday when we had an appointment with the dentist anyway. On Monday we all trooped into the dentist office (I think we filled the entire waiting room). When the Dentist looked at it he told me that the tooth would have to come out. He numbed her gums really well (he is really cute, he told her to close her eyes and make a wish while he was using the needle, she had no clue what was going on) and got out the big plyer (I can’t spell that word, and spell check can’t figure it out either) thingies and pulled that tooth right out! She gave him the biggest, crustiest look I have ever seen! She didn’t cry until she realized she was bleeding, then was soothed when they gave her a treasure box to put her tooth in! She got even more excited when she remembered that the

tooth fairy

would be coming!


Now when she

smiles

I have to

laugh

she looks like a

toothless

HILL BILLY!

Baptism Day

Saturday my Katie was Baptised.

It was a wonderful day.

Not only was it her baptism day, but it was her birthday, she got to have a double celebration!



She was very excited to wear her “princess” dress.

She was a little nervous for the actual Baptism.

she kept saying

“I have never done this before”

Her Dad and I assured her that there was nothing to be afraid of.


Later she told me:

“This has been the best day of my life!”

Punk Kid



So I had about 150 errands to run today. I hate to run errands, totally hate it! For one thing I live about 30+ minutes from anywhere, so to go into town usually takes at the very least an hour. Second of all, getting two kids in and out of car seats and into and out of stores is just plain annoying. I had to go to two beauty supply stores, and they aren’t very kid friendly, I swear they cringe when they see me coming! Have you ever tried to carry 3 gallons of shampoo two bags a 20 pound baby and try to keep track of a three year old? It is a royal pain in the rear!

Today when we started out after lunch and after my kindergartner left for school I decided to stop at sonic for a big ‘ol diet coke with a squirt of vanilla. I was hoping that my 3 year old punk would be asleep, but no such luck. This is the conversation we had as I pulled up to the drive in.

 

“mama, I get somfin?”

“No honey, only for mama.”

“why!”

“Because you are a punk kid.”

 

“I no punk kid, I da baba grill.”

 

“no, really you are just a punk kid.”

“no, I not, I booful grill, I da baba grill!”

(at this time I spy a 99 cent dish of ice cream on the menu and order one along with my big fat diet coke, we pull up to the window and she see the lady hand me the ice cream)

“hey wa dat icreem for?”

“for mama”

“not for me?”

“no”

“why?”

“you are a punk kid.”

“dis punk kid like icreem!”

“she does?”

“ya!”

This is when I hand her the little dish of ice cream and a spoon. You would have thought I had given her diamonds! She made it last the whole shopping trip.

You gotta love those little punks…or “bootiful grills”