Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Knock, Knock, Knockin' on Kevin's Door

I love my husband.  Even better, I love that I married a husband that has such a great name to put in place of "heaven" in songs, such as "Knock, knock, knockin' on Kevin's door" by Guns 'N Roses or the LDS favorite "Where is Kevin?  Is he very far?" or "Just Like Kevin" by the Cure.  I think of how boring my life would have been if I had married a Steve or a Bob, altough I'm sure I would find a way to incorporate their names into songs, but it's so fun having a husband who's name rhymes with a great place to be.  So it was my sheer delight when Olivia said that we needed to change a verse in "Joy to the World".  She said "Instead of 'Let heaven and nature sing', we need to sing 'Let Kevin do his thing.'"  I loved it!!  But the sad part was that we didn't sing it on church on Sunday.  Olivia and I were rready to belt that one out.  Oh well.  There's always next year. 
There are two other songs that I believe were made specifically for my niece and nephew.  The first is "No One" by Alicia Keys.  How can you not sing "No-Ah, No-ah, No-ah" when you have a handsome nephew named Noah, especially when he's in the car with you?  And when you have a niece named Oana, how can you sing Rihanna's "What's My Name?'  without saying "Oana, what's my name?" She's a little diva too, that Oana.  I love them. 
Of course, my husband's name is not the only reason why I love him, but it certainly makes it more fun.


I know it may seem like no one reads my blog because #1 Lack of Followers and #2 Lack of Comments.  It really doesn't matter to me if no one follows my blog, since the reason why I blog is so my mom has something to print and put in her binder marked "Kim's Blog" that she can easily grab if there is ever a fire in their house, and run out and proclaim to all of the neighbors that she saved it, and then they can cheer, until they realize that it was just my blog that she saved an nothing really valuable.  I do have followers that through no fault of their own, have no idea how to publicly follow me.  I am no technology expert, so I can not say "It's so easy!  All you have to do is put this in, and then put it on your thingamadoodle, and there you have it!"  I barely know how to follow other people's blogs, and even at that, I don't really follow them, but occasionally read them, and if I have a witty comment, THEN I will leave a comment.  But I do have comments, mostly from the recent blog that I posted titled "Mom's Awesome" that I want to share.
The first comes from my oldest sister, Jen.  She sent this out to the whole dadgum family
:No this is NOT a harassment (yet) to get in your December news. It is a shout out to our wonderful sister Kim who is an amazingly talented writer (I think you missed your calling in life, or rather you have more than one calling). I am an avid follower of her blog--even though I am not accredited as a follower because I can't figure out how to do it. I can always count on a good giggle when I read it. She wrote a most wonderful blog about Mom. I say "Ditto". If I was as talented of a writer I would say all those wonderful things and more. I had fun being with mom and dad for just a few days this month and all I can say is we are very blessed to have them as parents, friends and examples. I hope they have have a great time on their adventure this month and look forward to seeing where the Lord will have them serve a mission. In case you have never read Kim's blog you can find it on www.kimmicakes.blogspot.com and I highly recommend putting it as a favorite and checking it often. (Although it was quite a while in between the last posts--must be because she was working on getting that #1 mom status
That sparked others to read it, meaning my mom.  Here's what she said:
It is nice to know that you have my funeral talk written. Don't lose it. It will save you time many years down the road when you are asked to speak. All I can say is that I am grateful that you are getting older and only remember good things. Fortunately we painted over the writing inside the bedroom closet "I hate mom and dad" written during the angst of teenage years. Probably after we'd cleaned your room and thrown out AAAbras.
Love you and am looking forward to our February trip and event. Love Mom
Well, I never said my mom was known for her honesty, as I have NEVER had a AAA bra. 
My sister, Nikki, also made a comment in the family newsletter:
I also ditto Kim's ode to Mom.  Now she just needs to write one about dad. 
Okay, Nikki, that one is done.  Check http://kimmicakes.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html
Thanks to those of you who read this silly little blog.  I hope that you leave with a deeper sense of peace, refreshment, and wisdom.  Who am I kidding?  Refreshment? 

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Bilingual Daughter

The school district sent a form in the mail to return to school to indicate which language was the primary language spoken at home, what language did the child speak, and what was the first language the child learned. I filled it out and gave it to Olivia to return to her school. She asked me what it was for. I explained to her that it was a form for the school asking which language that we spoke at home and that I had put that we speak English. Then she said "I speak Spanish." I said "Really? I didn't know that. Will you please go brush your teeth and get ready for school?" She said "Si." Then this afternoon, her and I were going to the school to watch Chloe in her chorus performance. Olivia asked where we were going and I said "To escuela." She said "What does that mean?" I said "I thought you spoke Spanish." She said "I was just tricking you. Of course I speak Spanish."
And while I am speaking about my darling daughter, get ready for her, people. With a new trampoline there have been a couple of incidents when she has felt slighted and that she is getting the brunt of bad jumps. So she called a family meeting to discuss the problem. And interestingly enough, all attended (except Blake who was asleep), and she got them to agree to rules regarding proper jumping etiquette.