Wild Child

I know that everyone is probably getting sick of hearing about the teeth, but they just keep getting more and more out of control. I know that in a couple of weeks they'll probably just look normal and I really haven't been able to get a great picture until now.

It isn't just the spikes, it is the way her smile takes on the look of a wild animal when she is laughing. This picture is especially effective because it highlights the way that she managed to cover her face with food. She rubbed it all over her eyes and in her hair. I think she is pretty talented because hardly anyone could be that dirty, with that crazy of a smile and still be so cute.

Sweet Tooth

I don't know what has happened to us this week but there seems to be an insatiable hunger for cookies around here. I think it might have something to do with Girl Scouts.
Daisy put her newest front tooth right to work showing those Thin Mints who is boss.


I'd bet that she would also have liked the Samoas if I would have been willing to share.

Although I would have been happy to eat nothing but treats the entire week, I did manage a pretty successful experiment. It turns out that roasting a chicken is just about the easiest thing I've ever done.

Unfortunately, in true Marci style, because the chicken turned, out the rest of the meal was a total bust. The other pan of roasted vegetables came out of the oven looking like they were about one step away from being cremated. Usually you can just scrape off charred parts (something we have done an embarrassing amount of times) and you can still eat the insides but in this case, once the charred parts were scraped, there was nothing left.
Nothing like a home-cooked meal of chicken with roasted chicken and chicken on the side. Luckily we had a few cookies left for dessert.

Go Wild-Ducks?

This morning we went to watch the Weber State Wildcats take on the Oregon Ducks in tennis. As devoted Wildcats and Ducks we were a little torn on what to wear. Rocky went full-fledged Duck but Daisy and I decided to go half and half. I wore a Weber shirt and a green jacket and she had her O with purple pants. Brandon was unwilling to make a commitment and went neutral with his Sasquatch shirt. Really, how can you go wrong with Sasquatch?

On our way out Rocky insisted that she and Daisy sit. She pointed at me and ordered, "Take me a picture."

Watch Your Fingers!

I've been trying to get a good picture of the chaos that is Daisy's mouth. I can't decide if she looks more like a hillbilly or a hockey player.

Pajama Jam

For the past several weeks the big news in the Spanish branch was the pajama party. It was announced a couple times before every meeting and each time it was emphasized that yes, we really are wearing pajamas. It was always mentioned that we weren't going to eat, but we were going to breakfast.
The way these announcements were made and received made it seem that it was believed that this novel idea had never been conceived of before, and if anyone had ever thought of it, certainly nobody had ever had the guts to actually go through with it.
Well, I'm happy to announce that not only did we dare, we totally rocked it.
I will admit that I had my doubts at first, but when I walked in the door and saw the unbelievable spread of food, I knew that we were going to P.J. party better than anyone had P.J. partied before. We ate and ate, then we played the "What If" game which reminds me of many fond memories at slumber parties when I was 12.

Rocky picked her outfit herself and Daisy looked ravishing in this 2010 Carters original.



How else could the night end except by the reading of bedtime stories.

I'm not sure that everyone is ready to make it a yearly event, but personally, I would call the whole thing a great success.
I wonder what crazy idea will be the theme of our next party.

Say Cheese

This picture is a little old, but when I found it I couldn't help but smile.

Sing It Like You Mean It

This morning Rocky was walking around the house with the her Primary songbook singing her own versions of Queen songs. She belted out "We will, we will, Rocky you," and "We are the campus, we are the campus."
Times must be changing because I don't remember singing any Queen songs in Primary.