Princesses and Mud

I must start this post by first saying a big thanks for all of you morale boosters. Thanks for the comments. I forgot to mention that my initial pity party started when I checked the Pioneer Woman's blog and saw her mere 20,000 comments in one day! I know, I can't compare to that.

We had a primary activity ( for church children) last Saturday, it was a talent show for the kids. This was also Kenadi's first Primary activity, and she wanted to dance. I tried to help choreograph an easy dance for her, but she just wanted to spin and twirl and watch her pretty dress fly. I even had Randy ready to dance with her on stage ( a miracle, huh?), but she wanted to do it all by herself.

She was so cute. She just spun and spun. She did it to the music in Cinderella, "So this is Love". She was beaming the whole time. I was a little surprised that she didn't chicken out and decide not to do it.

At the end there was a group "performance" where all of the kids could get up on stage and do the chicken dance, whatever that one is called. She loved every minute of it. I was so glad that it was a good experience for her. There were some cute/good performances, and we enjoyed all of them.

My original idea for a post always grows, and I think, "I could do multiple posts and save these pictures for another day", but the problem is that I would most likely not do that post. So, you get a whole bunch of posts in one. You're so lucky.

One day when I was gardening, Kenadi and Emma decided to make a mud pit. Kenadi decided to lay in it. I wondered where this came from, since my little girly girl is usually not into getting messy and dirty.

Then I remembered her asking me a question the day before, "Mom, did you like laying in the mud? Why did you do it?" I answered, " Yea, I liked it. It was just to be silly and see what it felt like." She asked me that question after seeing the picture below go across our screen saver.

Me and one of my CRAZY cousins, Ash. I say ONE of my crazy cousins, because they are all crazy. And I'm normal. Anyways, we were laying in a nice, squishy mixture of mud and cow manure. Smelled nice. This was after branding cattle, which is a favorite past time in that family. I loved it too. Getting kicked in the shin, the smell of burnt hair/flesh, and calf pee running down my leg. Sorry, if you're not used to this side of me. I do like to get dirty. I don't know why this photo turned sideways when I uploaded it. I guess you'll just have to tilt your head to the side to look at it.

Next subject. Our dishwasher broke, and handy Randy got to install our new one. He was so lucky to have really good helpers when he took out the old, and installed the new. The girls where there for all of it: up front and center. They really thought they were helping. Kenadi held the flashlight and pointed it at the ceiling for Randy. Emma would make little sighs and look under the dishwasher, stand up, sigh, look under the dishwasher... over and over again. I enjoyed the show.

Ok, I guess I will leave this one for last. Then I will try to post the rest on another post. And not forget. (I know I'm not supposed to ever start a sentence with the word "and". Oh well)

This is one of our latest trips to the park. We have been loving the weather lately. Except the wind today. That was a little too much. Normally it is so nice. So, we've been taking advantage of it.

We slid, swung, and ran. This is how we got there: On our bikes! I LOVE our bike trailer, my bike, and family bike rides.