Thinking

On our way to church the kids were being really quiet; something that isn't normal in the Dietrich car. So I asked them, "What are you guys thinking about?"

Middle child: "I'm thinking about Jesus!"

The oldest:"I'm thinking about Joseph Smith!"

The man child: "I'm thinking about praying!"

So, I guess that makes me like, the best parent ever. Seriously, I don't mean to brag but...

7 Years

Yesterday was my Anniversary. I have now been married for 7 years. I've never been very romantic-though I do watch sappy movies- so this is more of a realist kind of post.

I took these pictures on Saturday and Friday.
This is what 7 years has brought me: Enough people to have a FHE chart,

Art work,

A fridge full of milk,

All three potty trained,

Medication,

More art work,

Messy rooms,

Messy bathrooms,

School made crafts for Mother's Day,

Lots of dishes,

A multi-purpose table.

Though it is hard sometimes and I need breaks like going to Las Vegas to be with my sisters, I wouldn't change it for the world.

Table Tennis

Many of you have asked if I have improved on my Table Tennis skills. And by that I mean just people in my family. And by that I also mean no one.In this picture you can see two different sizes of Ping Pong balls. The ball for losers and the ball for winners. Loser

Winner.

Of course I have never used the loser ball, but on a daily bases I can smash a Table Tennis ball to pieces. And by that I mean never. What a wast of $.1233333 during these troubled times!

When ever I play Table Tennis or what I affectionately call Ping Pong, I am known as the Master or dominater (either one is fine with me). I usually win. and by that I mean ALWAYS. It also helps that I bribe the referee before the game. Come on! it's not my fault that the six year old is easily bribed. And when I win (again which is always) and I win by (I don't mean to brag) like 2,543 points. I know I know! That is like totally unheard of because the game doesn't go that high, but with my cool moves it can't be helped.

The "oh look shy" move. The move can be very deceptive, but you have to be careful because if done wrong you may give yourself a bloody nose.

The Led Zeppelin move. Yeah, this one can not be stopped...unless you miss the ball completely and don't get the chance to use your sweet move.

So come one and all and challenge me too a match. I dare you! I double dog eared you with sausage and cheese and with green eggs and ham zillion dare you! but only if I get to pick the referee.

ps. I find that if you don't floss your teeth after eating you play much better.

Go figure?!

A Flash of Brilliance. Wait?! Where did it go?

Have you ever experienced a moment of brilliance, when you know that you have come up with something great? Well, yesterday this was mine.

I had leftover fruit (and whatever category rhubarb is in) that needed to be used up, but not enough to make something big enough for us all to eat. I decided to make a post about my brilliant idea because hey, it was a great idea!

Rhubarb, strawberry and blueberry cobbler. Doesn't that just look per-tee! Instead of making a quick sticky cake-like topping, I made a biscuit topping for two reasons: first because I think it tastes better and second because if I was going to post about my great idea I had to use only the best.

I was working really fast, because for me, the brilliant ideas come when it is almost past the time for being able to pull it off. Like the night before your big project is due and you are able to pull it off because of your "creativity/brilliant idea" and the teacher has no idea that just a few hours ago your mom was frustrated with you for waiting until the last moment and the tears were hiding behind your long dark lashes. At least they would have been if I had dark long lashes.... Or how you can say something in your last paragraph that somehow (thank the stars) gets you the A. Well, that didn't happen this time.

In my hurry I dumped the nutmeg into what was left of dinner. I then had to scrape it out of the chicken, black bean and green chile sauce.

As you can guess I wasn't too happy with myself. There may or may not of been some feelings of woe is me. But I got the nutmeg in the right pan and poured it over the crust.

It ended up tasting good enough that I didn't mind posting my "not so brilliant move."

Don't I have a good looking thumb? Every goddess has to have something they are vain about. JK