Printing your blog?

Okay y'all. I haven't been very popular in the comment leaving department here on my blog for a long while (don't worry, I'm not offended) but I REALLY do need your help this time and need you to SPEAK UP, okay?

How do I print my blog?

So for those of you who still read my blog, for those of you who have actually printed your blog in book form before, and for those of you with any opinion whatsoever on this matter...how'd you do it or how do you plan to do it? What was the most time and cost effective way to do it?

I've been putting this off and putting this off. I started this blog back in 2007. I have 3 years to print off----each year in their own book. I HAVE to get cracking.

I'm torn.

Do I blurb?
Do I blogs2books.com?
Do I blog2print?
Do I upload my files to a word file and print them onesie/twosie? (shoot me now)

Help?!

And if you've used any of the above methods (or even others I haven't discovered yet) can you tell me the low down? How extensive of a process it was? Setbacks, the outcome...etc?

Thanks, friends!

Aunt Kiki

Oh how we love our Aunt Kiki.



This picture just captures the twinkle in my sisters eye. Carrie is the loveliest person I know (and gorgeous too, don't you agree?) and just LOOK at the excitement on my daughters face!

I assure you, it's not all due to the fact that she's on a tram to the "Happiest place on earth"...no. It's mostly due to the fact that she's in her Aunts' arms. Leda looks very similar to my sister, has quirky mannerisms like my sister (it's a bit freaky)...and as my sister (a mother to three boys) says often, "Leda should have been MINE!"

Sigh. Sisters who are 13 months a part and who've always been best friends should NOT live in different states. Does Utah know how lucky it is to have her there? Do her friends and neighbors appreciate the goodness of this gal? I dunno. But I sure do and it's like a hole in my heart when she leaves to go back "home". Yes, I'm putting that word in quotes. I'm still not okay with her "home" being there.

When she left us this week, Leda said, "Mom, since Kiki doesn't have a girl at her house, I'm going to go live with her, okay?"

"But Leda if you left me, then I'd be the one left with no girl at my house and I'd miss you so much!"

"Oh, it's okay Mom, I'd come back to visit ya!"

And that's when I realized I'm definitely second fiddle to Aunt Kiki. But being second fiddle to my sister? That's not such a bad thing. Not a bad thing at all.

George Washington's birthday!

Chase was helping me put away laundry this afternoon when we had the following conversation:

"Mom, it's George Washington's birthday in threeee days!"

(not sure who I'm more impressed with here: My three year old; or Cottage preschool for teaching him in a way that helped him retained the correct information for an entire 24 hours.)

"Oh ya, Chase?"

"Ya, it's his birthday in threeee days at Cottage Preschool!"

"Oh ya, just at your preschool, huh? (funny & cute how life revolves around young kiddos and their world)...Who was George Washington, Chase?"

"George Washington was a reeeally old lady!"
(insert snicker)

"He set up presents, or he was a present. Ya, he was a present!"
(funny & cute how kiddos always work in presents on a birthday)

Happy PRESIDENTS day (aka: George Washington's Birthday) in threeee days everyone!

Valentines

Truth be told, I don't particularly care for Valentines.

Not the actual Valentine's day, just the itty-bitty valentines & envelopes that make a trash trail all over my house (x3) and also the fact that they come accompanied with sticky candy that I promptly take away from my kids to reserve, but then they proceed to beg for them all.the.live.long day.
(and yet here I am allowing my kids to give out sticky candy, but I digress)


I do enjoy seeing my kids take great care in signing their names on their Valentine Cards to give to their friends. Even Chase. I give him an A for effort.





And I do especially enjoy handmade cards given to me by my Spencer last night, who did this all on his own while making his Valentine Can for school.

"I love Mom and I love Dad"

(take note that Mom was written first...just sayin')
It warmed my heart and made me love and appreciate Valentines for the sweet, honest truths that they share. And his valentine was accompanied with a sticky-kiss. That's way better than candy. Chocolate, even.

(and for the record, that's not a coffee can, it's a food storage can. How Mormon is that?)

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!

Aaron has a top secret date planned for Saturday night. I was told weeks ago to book the sitter and to even plan to wear a dress. Fancy shmancy! Can't wait. My Valentine is a hotty.

We're fancy around here...

Speaking about breakfast, I mean.

Confession:

Sometimes I let my children have a "picnic" on the floor, in front of the TV, so that I can get some things done while they eat. You see because they are much more quiet and better eaters when they are zoned out to the television.

Oh, and while I'm being honest: When I say get things done, I mean allowing me time to check in on my emails, blogs and facebook. In that order.


And yes, that is gum on my 3 year olds plate that apparently he pulled out of the cupboard himself this morning while I was walking Spencer to school and Aaron was upstairs.


Let's see:

-A fancy breakfast of English muffins and peanut butter
-kids zoning out to "Monsters vs Aliens"
-allowing my three year old to chew gum in between bites of breakfast

and it's only 8:14am.

I'm shooting for the Mother of the Day award today. I think I'll have no problems earning it.

UPDATE at 2pm this afternoon: I was supposed to be librarian today for Spencer's 1st grade class. This is something I do EVERY Monday at 1pm...should be a habit by now, eh? Ya, well after dropping off Leda & Chase to preschool, I stopped at Trader Joe's to poke around a bit, came home & made myself lunch, checked in on emails and at 1:47it occurred to me that I was supposed to be at library 47 ENTIRE minutes ago. Seriously?! Good thing I just got an email from his teacher telling me "no sweat", but I feel SOOO bad.

Yep, no problems at all earning that award today. Not at all!

Leda

Just now I asked Leda to go put on some shoes before she went out back to play with her brothers.

Here are the shoes she chose:


I guess I should have clarified...though I do admit that she walks in them better than me.

And while on the subject of Leda. This morning while cuddling in bed I asked her, "When you get bigger and you're a Mom, how many kids would you like to have?"

Her reply? "30. I want my house to be real busy!"

And last, while driving in the car this week, the Rolling Stones song, "You can't always get what you want" was on. After listening to the chorus a bit she said to me (totally serious), "But Mom, you can!"

Now lest ye think she's a spoiled brat, I asked her what she meant and this was her reply:

"Well, I mean if you want the pink crayon when you're sitting down to do coloring, then you just get the pink crayon. If you want a peanut butter & jelly sandwich for lunch, then you just ask your Mom to get it for you. See? You can always get what you want!"

Oh, to be a carefree four year old!