Dream a Little Dream

This happened for the first time ever last night.
I was having this completely nutso dream that me, my girl friends, Eva Longoria Parker and Marcia Cross from Desperate Housewives were on the beach in Mexico.
We were marveling at the beauty of the ocean and how nice the resort was we were at.
All of a sudden we were attacked by vicious, massive flying squirrels.
I woke up screaming.
To my knowledge, I've never screamed in my sleep before.
Of course, I woke up, and Bryan, panicking because he was woken up so abruptly, threw half his body protectively over me.
And then I couldn't stop laughing.
But when I did finally get back to sleep, I dreamed that Bryan's parents bought a beach house in Hawaii and we were all there for the first time.
The flying squirrels didn't return.
Apparently, they don't live in Hawaii.
So, out of curiosity I Googled dream interpretation, which took me to http://www.dreammoods.com/
This is what they have to say about squirrels in your dreams:
Squirrel


To see squirrels in your dream, signifies that you are involved in a loveless or pointless relationship or an unprofitable business project. Alternatively, seeing a squirrel in your dream suggests that you are hoarding something. You are holding on to too much and need to learn to let go. Or it could mean that you need to reserve something.


To dream that you are trying to run over squirrels with a lawn mower, suggests that you are trying to change your beliefs or alter your ideas in order to conform to others. You are seeking some form of acceptance.


To dream that you are feeding a squirrel, denotes comfort through hard work, diligence and prudence.


To dream that you are on the beach and looking out toward the ocean, indicates unknown and major changes that are occurring in your life. Consider the state of the ocean, whether it is calm, pleasant, forbidding, etc.
To dream that you are relaxing on a beach, signifies that the coming weeks will be calm and tranquil for you. Your stress will be alleviated and you will find peace of mind

So what does this tell me?
Nowhere does it talk about squirrels attacking you.
Do I need to violently let go of something? 
I don't feel like I have anything to let go.
And there are some major changes coming that will bring some stress relief?
Well, at least that's good news.

Let me know what you think.
I just think it was a crazy dream.

Hair Show

Lauren

Age 3 years, 7 months, 11 days

Still not growing hair on the sides of her head

No joke

After her bath tonight I roundbrushed & flatironed her hair just to get a feel for what it's doing now.  It's really hard to tell with the massive amounts of curl she has going on.

From the ears and back she has a pretty decent amount of hair.....but she literally has nothing that grows in front of her ears.  It's kind of weird.

And the top isn't much better.

She looks so scraggly (is that a word?).  I love this picture!

I very much prefer her crazy mop of ringlets.  She looks a lot cuter, and a lot less neglected :)

And I definitely don't prefer it with flour in it.  "I was pretending it was snow at preschool!"

Just thought I'd share that while we were talking hair.  It just happened yesterday.

My poor kids have no hope in the hair department!  Sorry girls!

Good To Be Home....Kind Of

We got back yesterday from a quick little trip down south to warmer, sunnier, much funner place than here.  Where did we go?  Where do we always go?

Vegas!

We got a screaming deal on our hotel, and headed down Thursday afternoon with our old traveling buds - H & A Briggs.

I only have a few pics.  These are from where we ate dinner on Saturday night, on the 18th hole of the golf course at the Wynn.  Gorgeous!!

We came home Sunday morning.  It was a little weird to not be here first thing on Mother's Day, but it was so much fun and I was so excited to come home to my girls.

Thanks Shara and Grandma Sherrie for taking such good care of our littles while we were gone playing.  And from what I hear they are much better for you than they are for me (I guess I'd rather have it that way, right?).  We are so lucky to have family so willing to help when we have an opportunity like this come up.  And family who washes all of my girls' dirty clothes so that I didn't have to when I got home (thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!)

Hilights from this adventure:

Laughing hard enough to almost pee my pants at least 10 times

Hyrum's dad meeting us with his golf clubs strapped to his motorcycle

Eating INCREDIBLE food for every meal

Giant croissants

Froyo

New gold sandals

Walking, and walking, and walking some more

Finally daring to buy skinny jeans (and loving them)

Being in bed by 11:00 every night (we are so old)

Lactose intolerance (not me)

Cheesecake Factory - it's a tradition

No alarm clock

Salmon that swims upstream and desserts with a "stream of chocolalate lava that trickles down your throat and makes your belly happy" (actual quote from our crazy waiter)

Having to call the front desk to come regulate our noisy neighbors at 1:00 am (did I mention we are officially old?)

Blackout curtains
Stumbling into the Eurpoean pool - we were just trying to find 2 chairs together!

A constant, beautiful, sunny 84 degrees every day

Getting to walk around holding hands with my hubby and people watch.

But it really is good to be home.

The B Problem

Mya has a special B.

My mom makes every grandchild 3 blankets when they're born. A crocheted afghan, a receiving blanket (flannel), and a bigger than normal fleece blanket. This is the one Mya chooses to carry around with her everywhere she goes.

This thing is huge - as you can see here, laid next to Lauren's receiving blanket.

Of course she couldn't choose a smaller, less hair attracting, non fleece blanket.

It had to be the biggest one she has.

It goes everywhere with us. The store, the zoo, Nordstrom Rack.

And yes, I realize that I could put my foot down. But I choose to pick my battles.

Recently I've decided that I need to do something about it.

It's just too big and gets so nasty from being dragged everywhere.

I have to wait until she's got her guard down and make a mad dash to the washing machine to wash it, and then make sure she doesn't go in the laundry room and see it.

It's so ridiculous.

I've thought that maybe I could cut it into 4 different pieces (there's room, believe me) and have my mom crochet around the other edges, and then maybe we can rotate between 4 B's. Then I can wash them more often, and they won't be so gross. But she might lose it.

I mean seriously lose it.

Thoughts? Suggestions?

Sharing

My cousin-in-law, Lauree put this on her blog and I thought I'd share as well. What a strong, beautiful daughter of God this woman is. What an amazing example.

Thank You Very Much

Just a quick "thanks" to all of you who commented on my previous post. I hope it didn't seem like I was looking for a pat on the back or something to boost my ego. It wasn't about that. It was about honestly wanting to know what it is about me that "keeps you coming back for more" (so to speak).
I really needed the pick-me-up, and I loved reading everything you had to say.
Love you all!