Who stole the Cookie?

On Sunday there was a request from my husband to make some cookies for his families that he vists each month. It was his first time to visit them so he wanted to make a good impression on them.


I baked 2 batches and put them in bags up on the shelf (so that little hands would stay out of them). Doug left to go visit the families, and he forgot his cookies to take. He came back about 2 hours later to retrieve the forgotten cookies.

I had a bunch of family over and somehow one of the bags of cookies disappeared. We had no idea where they went. I didn't remember anybody taking them and I was baffled.

The next morning we were sitting on the couch in the living room reading scriptures and I lifted up the pillow, only to find a cookie laying there. HMMMMMM. I was a little suspicious until a Savannah covered her face with her hands, started to cry, and run off to her room. I had officially located the culprit.

Apparently the bag of cookies ended up behind the wheat grinder....... Nice :)

Terrible Twosday

Isabella Kate is a peanut.

She totes around shoes and purses and sunglasses and cell phones.

She throws tantrums. Full on, face down, legs in the air, arms under her forehead.

She gives da best kisses in da world.

She can make a mess in a room in a flash.

She loves to play in the trash.

She loves to go bu bye and ride in the bike (trailer).

She drives her sisters nuts (AWESOME).

She loves to go outside and loves to check the mail.

I love her. Even if she is a toot :).

My New Bike.

I love my new bike. If I wasn't already married, I may consider marrying my bike. It has taken me on new adventures, branched me out to meet new people, and increased my speed and distance. It's awesome.

Last week, my prized possession and I went to Tucson. We learn something new together. My gears were a little loose, so loose that I could twist them on the handle bars. Not Good. I don't know much about bikes, but I knew enough to know that that wasn't good :).

So I took my bike to the people I know that could fix it. My cousins. Well they fixed my gears. They don't move anymore. Then my cousin hopped on my bike and took it for a spin. He likey. Said I made a good choice. When he came back my tire was flat. Huh???? I KNOW it wasn't flat when I brought it down.

Somehow on his little ride there was a little metal thorn what got stuck in the tire and popped the tube. Awesome. So we had a little lesson. I took off my tire with my handy little tools. I looked for the culprit of my misfortune by running my finger inside the tube. I put the tube on and used the really cool CO2 cartridge to fill up my tire. Awesome. Cost $8. And totally worth it. Thanks for the lesson. You owe me a tube :)

I also learned how to pump up my tires. I was dutifully pumping up my tires all week, because they told me that daily was a good time. However, my pump wasn't really working properly in the manner I thought that it should be. Hmmm. So I asked the experts. My cousins. Again.

Turns out my tire had ZERO pressure. That is not good. Especially when it is supposed to be at 140. Nice. Apparently I wasn't pumping up my tires and they were as "flat" as could be. Awesome. Luckily I didn't tell them of my mistake, I may have felt even more foolish. So I learned another helpful piece of information. How to pump up my tire. Very funny. Very blonde.