And the truth shall set you free . . . .

So, I have a little fibber on my hands. Charly is getting into a pretty nasty habit of telling some white lies. I am scared to death of her teenage years - I better get into some serious therapy now so I can handle whatever she throws at me. It truly does scare me, but who knows, maybe she will surprise me and stick to the ways I am trying to raise her. She just loves to test things and walk that thin line now, I hope she will just 'walk it for the good' as she gets older. Yesterday she came home with a pencil that I had never seen before. It had already been sharpened and the eraser was missing so I asked her where she got it. She said, "oh, Ms. Bowman (her K teacher) gave it to me for being SOOOO good in class today." I said, "oh really, well I'm going to send her an email and ask her if that's true." Charly then said, "okay, Calena (sp?) came up to me on the bus and asked me if it was mine and I told her yes, because I wanted it." So there it is -two lies -one to Calena and one to me. I don't even know what to do about it. She tells little fibs like this quite often. Dustin told her that he is going to take her to talk to the bishop about her lying. Too bad this Sunday is conference because by next Sunday we probably won't remember that we told her she has to go to the Bishop, unless of course, she continues to lie - then it will be easy to remember. Oh my, oh my - my hands are full with this girl. I don't even know what to do about her and her lies - advice??????
Other than that - we are getting excited for Halloween and the holidays. We love this time of year because we get to decorate our house and it's all just so much fun. D got the kids those 'bubba' teeth and Porter had a hay day chewing on his (he's teething) it was cute and hilarious all at the same time. (Sorry - that was some dinner still left on his face/nose - not cooties.)
And of course - some pictures of our cherished moments - when the kids are FINALLY asleep!! Charly and Porter are so similar - when C was a baby she HAD to be in our bed, as does P now - so here they are together, where they drifted off, together. And little independent Mason - loves to be on the 'cout' (couch) with his dad, so there you have it.

Living the Single Life - Not So Nice

I always have such a hard time giving Dustin a gift that I know he will just love. Well I hit the spot for Father's Day. I bought Dustin a hunting license. He LOVES to go hunting and he was SO excited when he got his gift. It was great to finally give him something that I know meant a lot to him. So this past weekend he had an opportunity to go hunting. It was a holiday weekend and I was kinda bummed that he would be gone the entire weekend (Fri-Mon), but I still gave the OK. I knew how badly he wanted to go and how happy it makes him. So he went. He bought an elk tag for archery hunting. This would be his first time hunting with his bow. He was in Heaven the entire day before he got to leave; he could not wait. So needless to say, he got up there late Fri night, but early Saturday morning he got an elk quite quickly. He said it was almost boring - he just walked out, there they were and bam - it's over. I think the whole thing is kind of sad, but he does eat the meat, so what ya gonna do? So he had to wait a while to go get it and by the time him and his buddy were able to go try to find her they were not able to do so. Shortly after looking opportunity struck again and because he hadn't attached his tag to the first elk - he was able to get another one - TWO IN ONE DAY. He was thrilled. Beginners Luck, huh? It was pretty late at night and it was one big animal to haul down the mountain in the dark so they tied it up hanging from a tree (to keep it from bears and such) and were going to come back in the morning for it. Come morning, what do they find? A bear had eaten a pretty good bit of it. On the positive side, it only took them one trip instead of two to haul it down the mountain. Dustin was still pretty excited and was really happy to have gone. He already wants to go again, but I told him to slow his roll!!

So, single life at home - AHHHHHH. Mason tested me to the max this weekend. Sunday was a horrible day! It must have been something in the air because several of my mommy neighbors also stated that they had horrible days with their kids on Sunday. Please, someone tell me, what difference does it make if daddy or mommy takes the little two year old to nursery? Dustin can take him (Mason) and Mason will walk in like he owns the place - no looking back. I take him and he gives my leg a death grip and cries as if all the kids are lining up inside the door just to attack him. I did not have time to convince him that he would be safe and can go in. I was also holding Porter, my diaper bag, my lesson bag and fighting to get past/around the 500+ members in our ward that are piling into the hallway. Also because I had to go teach Primary class solo. It was a nightmare. I took Mason into my class with me and he just put on quite the show for everyone, I knew there would be no paying attention to the lesson. And to top it off, the teachers that teach the class next to us (same age kids) did not show up, so I got to add their class (and it's huge) to my class. Mason was dumping crayons all over, saying blee blee, bla bla to anyone that would look at him, it was ridiculous. Let's shorten this up. I finally got my bro to come watch him for the rest of my class - after I dumped Mason onto him I got back into class and the ten minute bell rang - I hadn't even started my lesson. Then my neighbors took him during sharing time. Thanks so much to those who helped because I was about to lose it. Lose it in the sense that I would have dumped my kids at church and taken off to who knows where and came back who knows when. Mason preceded to go nuts all afternoon at home. He continually strung food all over the kitchen and with Porter being so mobile now, I swept the kitchen, probably 10 times on Sunday. And Mason wouldn't stop picking on Porter and making him cry. It was just such a horrible day; I really lost my cool - yet realized I wouldn't want to be a single mom and Dustin really does help out a lot with Mason. He should - the two of them are so much alike.
Well, happy ending - Mason was such a different little character on Monday. Such a sweet loving boy all day. I decided I would keep him. And he showed his brother the ropes of tearing out some "lady things" from their boxes. OH CUTE BOYS!! Well, this novel is long enough. Sorry I always post SO MUCH. I've got to shorten this stuff.Mason made sure to put things in the proper place - ha ha (the 'nursing pad') and he was SO nice to give his brother a special hat. Ha Ha. How funny!!
P.S. I LOVE THE FALL - LET'S GO COUGAR FOOTBALL!!!: