Some sweet company

We're still working on our 'Chopped' video.

 I know.

We're jerks to keep you in suspense.

But hopefully this gem will tide you over until our true masterpiece is complete!

You're welcome.

Lori Ann

Jack Allen

James Ray

Elizabeth Mae

Katherine Danielle

You choose, you learn

As you know, I've been helping out to watch my sister's children while she is in Paris.

 Here is the latest update in the week of my life I like to call

 " I think I might be legitimately going nuts.

 Like for reals" 

I did Katy's hair for school.

 ha ha.

 Danielle's going to have to so some damage control from this week of outfits and hair! 

The teachers may have already called child protective services.

I wish their whole childhood was like this picture.

 But alas, every moment like this is followed by a screaming fit.

  "Jack! You stole my poptart! I'm going to kill you!!!!" 

Elly got up and put her soccer uniform on at 6:30 am.

 Intense thy name is Elizabeth Mae. 

Nana Terry made a celebrity appearance at the game

We played another round of 'Chopped'.
 (Don't worry- there is video this time)

 James made this chocolate ice cream and sour patch kids combination.

 He called it "the island of mud"

 Everyone else called it "cat puke". 

He is an innovator- you have to give him that. 

A risk taker. 

Some risks just don't pay off.

And my guess is most risks involving sour patch kids don't pay off.

ANYWAY

We all pitched in to help Uncle Dave clean the taekwando studio

After a long and crazy day with the kids, I got this package of fall scented bubble bath and lotion from my sister Erin!

 Thanks, Eri!

I am wearing the sweet cinnamon pumpkin right now and I feel SOOO happy.

I stole this from my friend Sarah's blog.

 I thought it was a cool quote- displayed on her equally cool, handmade cork board.

 I would totally stalk her if only she didn't live on the other side of the world!

OK, so the Chopped video should be up by the afternoon. 

That should give you all something to look forward to during church:) 

Lori Ann

It was all I hoped it would be

So...

My sister is in Paris.

 Apparently enraptured with paintings of wild turkeys.

Meanwhile, I'm having a crazy time with her children.

 Here are the highlights so far.!

The kids being crazy.

Me yelling.

And then...

Yesterday night we had a 'Kid's Chopped"

(Minus both the literal and figurative chopping.)

The kids all had three ingredients and had to make something out of them. 

(Again...Like the show Chopped.) 

The three main course ingredients were noodles, sauce, and chicken nuggets.

The secret ingredient is always chicken nuggets!

Big J made a main course. 

The kids all freaked out like a rockstar was joining their competition.

 'Daddy is the best, he is so good at cooking!"

The teams hard at work while Willow the cat and I "supervise"

Team Jack and Katy won the main course round.

 Then it was boys versus girls for the dessert round.

The three ingredients were: dessert shells, pudding, and donuts.

Elly and Katy had some creative differences and so Elly created what became known as 'the Tower'/the Napoleon"

Katy with her...unique...creation

The boys went all out.

They had the food processor out and they fried stuff.

It was intense.

It was the art equivalent of an angry Jackson Pollock. 

  I tried to ignore that whatever it was in the center of their plate looked like raw meat. 

Jack was the judge and he tried every dish and  gave them all constructive feedback. 

They loved it.

The Girls took round two.

Which led to a Jamesaroni meltdown due to his having been on two losing teams. 

And while this will sound completely cheesy, I have to say that I was so proud of all of them.

 They tried so hard and worked together and were so proud of their creations. 

They are good kids.

 And while; after two days with them, I am tired, angry, and a little mentally broken,

 I wouldn't trade these babies for the world!

Lori Ann

Jump on it

There he is. The devil.

So, I saw my personal trainer again this morning.

 I've been out of the gym and not working out for a few weeks now.

I told him that I had 'fallen off the wagon'.

To which he replied

"You're about to jump back on it".

Then he literally laughed every time I said

"My arms hurt" or "do I have to do another set?"

Pure evil.

That man is pure evil.

Lori Ann

p.s.- Today is the Kat Rat's first day of kindergarten! I wish her the bestest of all best days of school ever!

Lori Ann

The carousel of time

Can someone explain to me how this crazy baby (featured above) is going to start kindergarten in two days?

It was just yesterday that the four Monrobies were these small, strange creatures that ran willy nilly through all of our lives.

Selling pre-licked cookies by the side of the road, singing along to the little Einsteins, starting secret clubs in the forest, going to rubber duck regattas, excited for bedtime stories.

Wild, crazy, intense, mess making, but incredibly sweet babies.

 Every single one of them.

We hadn't had any babies in our family for over 20 years and then suddenly we had 4.

Now we have none.

And yes, I'm listening to Joni Mitchell on repeat track.

 Circle Game.

Next up is 'Sunrise, Sunset'. 

Lori Ann

Saving all your food stamps and burning down the trailer park

Random Saturday Afternoon Updates

(the I'm too lazy to upload pictures edition)

This is the first time in TSC history that my title really is just song lyrics I like and has nothing at all to do with the post. Which is probably hard to believe because I get that most of my post titles seem completely pointless. But they always have meaning to me. 

Anyway...

I am going to dye my hair "brown/black" tonight. Danielle has already proclaimed it (upon seeing the box) "greasy black". Jealous, much? 

I've downloaded 4 of the books on my 100 greatest books list. And before you ask, no, I still haven't finished the last 100 pages of Moby Dick. Melville is KILLING me. 

I'm kind of tired of supporting artists that I don't agree with. Not that I don't appreciate that art is more than a person's politics or life choices but I think I'm going to start voting not just with my ballot but with my wallet as well. Sorry, Lady Gaga. I'm going to miss our nights singing "Telephone" together while I dance alone in my room.

It's weird how I'm seeing everything from my patriarchal blessing coming to pass. It talks about me finding a desire to strengthen and refine my body and my seeking out the most uplifting in music, etc. And having compassion for people and meeting them where they are. I pray for that every single day before I meet with my first client- that I can meet them where they are. 

Speaking of which, being a therapist has freed me in so many way. I used to think that I had to be a certain way. A way that would make everyone happy all the time. But I've kind of embraced that I can be who I am, even if people don't understand and like it. I've said it enough to other people that it's finally sunk in with me. Thanks, therapy. 

Danielle and my dad leave for Paris in about 4 days. I'm debating whether I will end up: A. accidentally burning down her house, B. getting one of the children injured through my negligence, or C. become a modern day Mary Poppins that will bring joy and order to my sister's children's lives. 

I know what you are all thinking...probably a combination of A and B, right? Yeah, I vote for that one too:) 

I put on my pumpkin spice lotion this morning. I promised myself I'd wait for Sept 1st, but I couldn't stand the wait. I am now declaring it OFFICIALLY FALL!!! 

Oh my gosh, it makes me so happy to say it, even if the weather doesn't quite agree yet.

Lori Ann

Talk and talk about you and what you need

You guys, this will be my 718 post.

 Good lord, what I am talking about on this blog that requires 718 posts?

Since this is such a momentous occasion, I should probably blog about important stuff.

Here we go...

I gave a presentation at work yesterday.

 The main feature of this presentation was chocolate-peanut butter rice krispy treats.

Made by my dad.

 YES.

It bothers me that I don't know geographically where Syria is.

I don't even know the names of most of the towns in the county I live in.

 What does that say about me?

I can't tell the political mood of the country anymore.

 There are moments when I think (and hope!) we are swinging right and then moments (umm..the VMA's) when I think we are on a one way train to left land.

I need to give up the ginger ale.

I've got Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah on repeat track in my office.

 I am writing this one minute and finishing evals the other.

I went to bed last night at 8 pm.

8 pm, people.

I wish I could have brought the kids to the 50th anniversary of the March on DC.

 Except, it seems like conservatives weren't really invited.

Not sure how Dr. King would feel about that.

Speaking of Martin Luther, one of my life goals is to tape my complaints about the LDS church to the same church doors that Martin Luther nailed his 99 Theses.

 Like "I want 2 hours, not 3" and " Bring back refreshments after baptisms".

This time next week Danielle will be in Paris.

 And I will be rummaging through her house, taking stuff that I want.

Lori Ann