Aniston Laura Talbot

On December 3, 2010 we welcomed the newest addition to our family, Aniston Laura Talbot. She was supposed to be born on the 2nd, but my body would not cooperate and neither would she. I was induced on the 2nd at 7:00 AM. At 9:00 that night and after very little progress, we decided I needed a rest. We started again at 3:30 AM on the 3rd. She was finally born at 11:40 AM. Everyone is loving this little girl. So far things are going well, in fact so well that I feel guilty when I am sitting around doing nothing.

She is perfect in every way possible! Her sisters have been pretty good thus far about taking turns with her and helping. They are constantly checking on her. Ainsley is always worried about her and gets worried if she cries or fusses (she hasn't cried much). Will is always poking her and trying to wake her up with his whiskers. She is pretty good at ignoring him.

She weighs 7 Ibs and was 21 inches long. She has more hair than any of my other babies and it is black! It is mostly on the back of her head, so hard to see in the pictures. We are so excited to be home and enjoying this new little bundle of joy!

Memories...

Today a friend posted on facebook that her husband picked out their Christmas tree and it was not pretty...

It brought back a memory that I had almost forgot. A few years ago, like 6 or 7, we went in the foothills by Greenwich to get our Christmas tree. The snow was deep that year, so we couldn't go to far. For some reason I didn't get out of the truck, must have been the snow. Will ventured out by himself and came back with a tree.

Things must look smaller on the mountain...

We got the tree home. It took us a good half hour to get it through the door. We literally had to FORCE it through our door. I am sure that if I checked there would be scratches in the frame around the door. It took me 2 weeks just to clean the needles up around the door. They kept coming out of nowhere.

After a day or two the off centered tree fell over. Then again, then on Ashley, then on me. Ashley would have only been 7 or 19 months old (can't remember what year it was). Will's gift that year was a nice metal tool box about 4 1/2 feet tall. In order to save the children and myself from being traumatized, I went out to the hay stack and grabbed a few twine strings. That's right, the string that holds the hay bales together. I used those lovely strings to secure the tree to the tool box. That is how our tree stood for the remainder of the season.

The first thing that went down after the holidays was that dumb tree.

And yes, we had to FORCE it out of our door. And again, I spent two weeks cleaning up pine needles.

Getting closer...

I now have 2 weeks left. Technically I have 3, but the dr. is going to induce me the week before. It is a lot different with this one.

Example 1: I already feel like I have had this kid...enough about that one.

Example 2: I am so nervous about having this kid!!! Calm as could be with the last 3, no worries at all.

Example 3: I packed a diaper bag for the first time in 4 years. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH STUFF YOU NEED IN ONE OF THOSE??? I started out with diapers and wipes. What more could you need? nursing pads, nursing cream, burp clothes, receiving blankets, clothes, socks, beanie, head band, binkies, and the list goes on. We kept packing and packing and well, I now need a bigger diaper bag. It doesn't help that we packed for a boy and a girl, but still. The stylish little giraffe print bag is going to burst!

Example 4: I worked the day before I had Alysen, Ashley, and Ainsley. This time, it doesn't matter if he induces me on the 1st, 2nd, or 3rd, my last day will be november 29th. I feel like such a wuss.

I have a dr. appt. tomorrow (although I tried to move it back another week, yeah, they DON'T like it when you do that at this point in the game). I am hoping that things are progressing on their own, but after 3 kids, I doubt I will ever experience normal labor and the excitement of rushing to the hospital.

Ainsley is determined that the baby is sleeping in the basement. She has been sleeping with us or on our floor for over a month now and is determined that is where she will stay. Alysen and Ashley are still determined we are having a boy. Why on earth would we need another girl? (still trying to convince them it has NOTHING to do with NEED).

My husband has figured the art of manipulation. The things that drive me nuts, he now asks permission for, knowing I will cave. I don't know how he does these things, he always gets what he wants. Friday I was headed on a shopping trip after I worked for Mike, now I will be working sheep. Yes, at almost a full 9 months pregnant, I will be working sheep. He says "think of the stories you will have to tell the kid." The only story I need is how his father is still alive due to the pregnancy waddle and the inability you have to run at 8 1/2 months pregnant. The only reason I am cooperating is because maybe this will make me go into labor on my own. (you should see him smiling, maybe that how he does it, the smile:))

Still feeling bad about missing the NFR...tears...

Over all things are going well and we are blessed. Thanksgiving is going to be HUGE this year. We are going over to Will's mom and dad's with his family. Out of 8 children, 7 will be there with their families. That's HUGE! and of course we will follow that up with some black friday shopping and setting things up for Christmas. Happy Holidays!

Christmas Dresses

I have decided that the longer you wait sometimes, the harder it is to find what you want. I have noticed for years that retailers are pushing earlier and earlier for consumers to start shopping. In years past I have thought, well I'll just hold out and then they will get the picture that it's too early. What actually happened was they didn't notice my one man effort and I went shopping to find empty shelves, dented boxes, and broken displays.

So for the last couple of years I have been starting early. I hate shopping when everything has been picked over and handled by every other shopper. My big Christmas shopping push is the day after Thanksgiving sale. I get a lot accomplished in just a few short hours. I don't go in with any big expectations, knowing there are limited items for the masses of people. I really go because my sister in laws and i have a great time at it. Lisa and I go each year and then sometimes Amanda joins us. Last year I learned that you can shop online and get about everything you want anyway.

One thing that I do not wait on is Christmas dresses. Every year I have been lucky enough to find the cutest dresses, reasonably priced. Three years ago when I found them, I waited. When I went back they were gone and couldn't find anything that was even close to acceptable. By the time I found something I liked I had to pay a ton (Well, what I consider a ton). So last year and this year in October, that's right, even before Halloween, when I find the perfect Christmas dress, I pick them up. Believe it or not, I have found dresses each year at Costco. Each year I fear that it will be the last year that I can put the girls all in matching dresses and then the next year I luck out. This year was no different, I did get one more year in, but I am sure it is the last.

The girls wore them to church 2 weeks ago for their program. I was going to make them wait until the Sunday before Christmas to wear them again, but decided what the heck. What good is a dress if you only wear it 10-12 times? I found their cute flowers in their hair at the Mistletoe Mall last weekend. the one in Aly's hair is really growing on me, I wasn't so sure about it at first. It has a red, black, and silver flower, with black and white polka dot feathers. The others are just red flowers with cute buttons in the center.

Ainsley was begging Will yesterday to put up the Christmas tree. Then last night we went shopping at Wal-Mart and they had one up. She decided to create a song to help plead her case, since Christmas trees were going up "everywhere". I told her that if we put the tree up now we would just end up having to dust it. She didn't care. She said, "Thats ok, we dust everything else." We listened to her song from Richfield to Glenwood before we had to shut her tune down.

35 Weeks

So today I had a doctor's appointment and I am 35 weeks. Wish I was counting days instead of weeks, this pregnancy had been harder than the ones before. I am going back in 2 weeks on the 16th. After that I will have two more appointments and on the last appointment we will schedule to be induced. It's a little weird to be able to "pick" you delivery date. I have done this with my last two and I don't know why, but this time it seems weird.

Which day do you choose?

Is there criteria for this?

We have a 4-5 day window of opportunity, so I guess we will see what the weekend before brings and go from there. Of course, Will doesn't want to have to miss any work. So his vote is for a Friday, Saturday, or Sunday. But then those are his days to get "his" work done and those days don't really work either...Not sure how to handle that one other than to tell him when it is and he'll just have to make it work. He is so funny about things. I think if I would tell him he didn't have to come at all he would be cool with that and just show up once the baby is here. He is terrified of needles and there is something about an epidural that just makes him weak. Plus it is a really long day for him in a small room. He wants to be out doing something. I think that the girls will be giving up a nintendo ds to help with his boredom.

I am counting down the days at work. It gets harder and harder to be sitting down. Luckily the days fly by because I am busy trying to get things done and out of the way. It's not like I could stay away, even if I wanted to, but its nice to be caught up for a little while.

Brit wants everyone to "vote" on names. She is voting for an "A" girl name and is sure that it is a girl. To be honest, I haven't even thought of boy names. I guess that I am so used to girls that those are the only names I can think of.

I suggested the name Brock to the girls. Ainsley gave the most disgusted little look and said, " Are you serious mom? That is the dumbest name ever!" Foolishly I asked what was wrong with the name Brock. Ainsley, " It's dumb. Why would you want to name a kid Barack? Like Barack Obama? It's just stupid." And then she rolls her eyes. Yes, Ainsley, how could I have been so stupid. Did I mention she is 4?

So if you have any great names, let us know. If it is a girl, I will be sticking with an "A" name. If it is a boy i will not be going with an "A" name. If it is a boy it's middle name will definitely be William. If it is a girl I have two middle names picked out. Won't be sharing those until I decide on one.

Ainsley had decided she is no longer excited to get a baby. It is going to cramp her style. Oh things will be fun at our house in a month!

Lesson Learned

So the Parowan, Sheep, David Burton ordeal is over with. Will is such a worrier, that he wasn't eating or sleeping (you wish you responded to stress the same way? Me too, just think of how skinny I would be and how much I would get done). Anyway, Friday night we decided we were done, it was just too much. It wasn't worth giving one red cent to the crooked bastard, so it was better to not take any at all!

That next day I expected something to happen, a phone call, a visitor, a semi, something. By noon, nothing. Will came in and we decided that i should call. Just my luck, an answering machine. So I left the message. Nothing the rest of the day.

By Sunday at 8:00 AM we had not heard or seen anything. So I called him. Boy wasn't he surprised by the bomb shell I dropped. How could we do that? We COULDN'T do that. Ummmm are you serious? After what you did? Sorry, but I have lots of options and I know them all. After a touch of listening him to argue, I offered to kick them out onto the highway, call the sheriff, and them stray penned. He got the picture. We hung up and he called Will.

I arranged the semi and by 6:00 PM they were gone, ever last one of them.

So lessons learned:
1. Listen to your gut (especially when it's screaming).
2. Sometimes its ok to act on your first impulse.
3. Watch for warning signs. If it doesn't feel right, it's not.
4. Don't let people take advantage of you. This one is for Will. He still believes that a man is good for his word.
5. Get things in writing BEFORE you incur one cent of expense. I am sure that we will have to learn this one again. As I said before, Will still believes that people are good for their word.
6. Pregnant women are bitchy...approach with caution. It might have something to do with the fourth child.
7. It's ok to call your connections and feel things out before you make any business decisions. Even if they are in the same industry and your working with their competition. True friends won't steer you wrong.
8. I can't remember, guess we will have to learn that one again too! My brain is so forgetful these days.

We're glad it's over, time to move on and accomplish what we set out to do in the beginning.

Exercising My Right to FREEDOM OF SPEECH!!!

So I had a great learning experience over the last month and so did Will. It is one of those should have followed our gut feelings and paid attention to the signs situations. Will was wanting to expand the sheep herd and was feeling around from different guys to buy their sheep. David Barlow from Parawon was one of those guys. He said that he had sold everything and didn't have anything available for us. He called a few days later and said that he had a buyer fall through (warning #1) and had some available. The sheep would be #xxx dollars per head (which was over priced to begin with, warning #2). Will said that he would talk to me about it and we would get back to him. Will and I decided that we would go ahead and do it (if you have to sit on it that long and still don't feel great about it...warning #3).

We had to do a loan and so we knew it would take time. We told the guy exactly how long it would take. About a week before we were to close on the money he started calling a lot (warning #4), to the point of annoying. He wanted us to "just come and load the lambs before you close" (warning #5, who would want someone to take their stuff without having money in hand?). We wouldn't do it. Yesterday we got things done on the loan and immediately the guy wanted the sheep moved (didn't consider this a warning, who would want to feed animals any longer than they had to?).

Will goes to set up the semi based on a referral from a good friend. The guy wants to set up the semi (warning #6). He knows someone that would do a better job (aka, help him screw us). That kid was too lazy to come off the deer hunt to make some money (wonder if his wife knows?), so we ended back at driver #1. Will goes to Parawon today to load sheep. Once the semi is loaded and headed up the freeway the guy drops the bomb that he wants $xxx per head +$40. Claims that Will misunderstood him...#$%^*(*&%$%&))*%#@@!@@@$$*()(&!!!

HOW could he misunderstand you? You called my house and my husband's cell phone like 40 times in 3 weeks, are you kidding. I said, " you call it a miss understanding and the rest of the population calls it something else." Claims he wasn't trying to take advantage of us, we aren't stupid. Oh wait, we are. We didn't listen to all of the signs and warnings along the way.

So now, I have less than the amount of sheep that we were supposed to buy and am scheming on a plan. The guy shouldn't win and Will is too nice of a guy. Me, not so much. I don't like being lied to (neither does Will, but again...too nice). So the $!*#& has been set off and her blood pressure is at its max. So don't do business with David Barlow from Parawon and warn your family and friends.

Hopefully by this time next week my plan will have worked, the guy can take his ewes and do whatever he can dream of with them, and I will be happy.

P.S. Will will be happy too! VERY, VERY HAPPY!

Deer Hunt 2010

We have had sooo much excitement at our house tonight. First off, this is Alysen's first year being able to go hunting with her dad and her uncle's. She has some great stories to tell, number one being that she spots everything and her dad and uncle's couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. They need to take this hunting stuff more seriously!

This is the trophy for the year! Will called tonight so excited. He wanted all of us to bring the truck out to get his buck. I think he really just couldn't get a hold of his dad and need me to go find him. He was so excited that I couldn't understand him. We loaded up and headed along the eastside. Good thing we had Tom, there was no way that I could help Will lift it and well, to be honest, Will couldn't do it alone...

They got the deer back up to the truck and we headed home. This post is mostly for our family that we got all rallied up for the buck!!! Ok I am kidding, that is not the deer Will shot...

I just posted that picture for Gary and Josh. That buck belongs to one of them and I knew they would be missing it. Plus I wanted to rub it in when they got a look at this one...

I am pretty sure that Will's permagrin is missing because he was trying to get the right position and I just took the picture. But take my word for it, there is a permagrin. Tom is estimating that it will last a year.

I don't really know how big it is...seriously...I spend my hunts in better places doing better things like shopping!

Where did the summer go???

I had a lot of plans this summer for the girls and I. I think we did a lot of things...but I know that we didn't get to all of them.

Our summer was cut short by work obligations, which was ok because I was able to get it over with. I knew it was coming, just didn't know when. Everything went well and I am one happy worker! The stress gave super human powers and I was able to work my tush off and have energy to spare (wish I could have more than just two weeks of those powers)!

The pregnancy is well...who knows. We had a big scare at the end of July and after one hellaciously painful test and two weeks of not breathing, things are ok. We have decided if we could just have a healthy, normal baby, the gender doesn't matter. The kids talked me into setting up the crib last week and cleaning out the babies room. We are way a head of the game, but it's all good. They are so excited. I will be 28 weeks on Wednesday. The funny thing about all of this? I have no clue what to do with a baby. Yeah, this is my 4th child. I just forgot it all. My sister-in-laws that both had their first babies within the last year were brushing me up. I felt more prepared with my 1st child and we were in the middle of building our house. I hope we don't screw this up...

Ainsley started preschool today. I have to say we are incredibly lucky. There is not a preschool here any more. Fortunately the person that used to do it is going to let Ainsley come two days a week. Our daughters are the same age and play great together. I think that it will help Ainsley tremendously! Plus it will give her some more play time. She is getting older and loves to be with her friends as much as her big sisters! She has about three friends and that is her focus for the moment. She also started gymnastics a couple of weeks ago. She is hilarious. She is full of information and knows more than the everyone about everything. She makes us laugh!

Alysen and Ashley are back into school, gymnastics, and soccer. They are loving soccer and the extra long hours at gymnastics. Sometimes it puts us home really late and they have a hard time with the lack of sleep, but they are troopers! They are both doing well in school. Alysen is proud of the fact she gets all of her work done during school and doesn't have homework. We need to do better with reading and chores, but I am a little lax right now. Hopefully once the baby gets here, I will care more.

Will is busy cutting wood, working, and taking care of the sheep. I can't wait for sprinklers to be done with! He is a home body, but will have fewer excuses once they are over with. He lost his cell phone on the mountain and is taking the girls to go look for it one of these first nights. This should be fun...

I have big plans for next year. That's right, I have written the rest of this year off. It will be a miracle if we can get through the holidays, let alone accomplish much.

Queen Contest and little more...

This past Saturday the girls competed in the queen contest down in Piute County. It was so much fun getting them ready and practicing. They have grown so much and come along way in their riding. We came home from the Talbot Family reunion early Saturday morning and used every minute getting ready.


The girls did really well. Ainsley is little miss charmer and won Queen in her age group. Alysen won 2nd attendant in her division and Ashley didn't place this year. We stuck Ashley on a horse that was fresh out of the meadow. She hadn't practice on or even rode the horse for some time. Will and I are feeling really guilty for that. That night when we got home she got on the horse and went out back by herself. I was watching her from the back porch and noticed her loping around. I walked out and heard her tell my father in law "see grandpa, I told you I could do it." It just about broke my heart. She practiced really hard and had come so far.
Notice Ainsley's little stance. She cracks us up. She was so excited just to wear a little make0up, paint her finger nails, and ride a horse. Everything after that was just a bonus for her.

I haven't been back to the doctor yet. He has been on vacation and so things are behind. My next appointment is on the 14th of July. That will be the day we schedule the ultrasound. I am pretty excited. I have decided that I want to know what it is. My husband is still trying to convince me to wait and let it be a surprise. It will just as much a surprise in July as it will be in December.

I am still brain dead.

I spent almost 10 minutes looking for my cell phone the other night...while I was on it.

I used my blinker turning out of my driveway...in Greenwich.

I could go on and on and on...

My sister-in-law has laughed at me every time we talk because I am so out of it. Katie could write a comic book about me. Glad I am such great entertainment:)))

Will is farming, herding sheep, and working. We are planning a trip to Nephi for the Ute Stampede. I can't wait! My family and I love spending time there. My kids are excited go stay with Aunt Laura and Allynne.

The girls are finishing round 1 of swimming lessons tomorrow. They are having a blast in Salina and not so sure if they want to come home. Aly has met a few new friends that live really close to my mom's. Ashley has a friend across the street and Ainsley is just excited to spend time with Adri and Alissa. They love being with my mom and dad.

Perfect example: Tonight they are bowling.

I am excited to spend the 4th in Salina with half my fam. It will be relaxing and great. I have some fun stuff planned, so hopefully we won't get so caught up in relaxing that we are too lazy to get things out.

Simple Update

So for those of you who don't know, we are expecting child #4. Yeah, I know, WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING? Lets not discuss that or I will have to go into how spoiled my husband is and what little responsibility he has in our house. However, being pregnant, I have an undying urge to train him. Train him for what? I haven't decided yet. I am irritable, ornery, sick, tired, and a wealth of information. I know how I want things done and I provide him with that information. I am nothing more than helpful.

I will officially be 15 weeks tomorrow. I have morning sickness and nausea 24-7 and that burst of energy your supposed to feel after the 12-13 week...still waiting. We are hoping for a boy for this will be the last addition to our family. The girls are really exciting, yet threatening to move out if they don't get the boy they ordered. I might have peace and quiet at last!

My memory is...forgot where i was headed with that. Two weeks ago I spent 10-15 minutes looking for Alysen after church. The church was almost empty. Ashley and Ainsley were helping me look every where, two, three, four times. I was starting to panic when it hit me, Alysen didn't even go with us to church, she stayed home. Are you serious? It takes me 2-3 trips to Richfield to pick up everything I need. I used to use lists all the time, now I forget what I was going to write down before I can find a pen. The first thing I want back at the end of this, my MIND!

We are supposed to find out in a month the gender of the baby. Will wants to keep it a surprise. I am on the fence, so please share your thoughts on that. My mother-in-law is threatening to kill us if we don't find out. I can't decide. In all reality it doesn't matter, we will take what we get. Our hopes are for a boy, but we will be excited no matter what. I am a little bit of a planner and would feel unprepared if I didn't know, but I suppose that I would live without planning. On the other hand, wouldn't it still be a surprise? Just a surprise in July instead of December.

That is pretty much the pregnancy scene for now. I keep hoping that things get better, but its temporary. Oh and back to the training thing. If any of you know how to train an old husband new tricks, let me know.

P.S. The ticker on the right side is ticking me off. Seriously 234 weeks left of a 40 week pregnancy you are 15 weeks through?

Vacation AHEAD!

This has been rescheduled and cancelled multiple times. It is officially off until...who knows when. However I do have 4 nights of prepaid motel rooms in St. George and have 10 more months to use them. So maybe later...

Spring Sing and Softball

This one too!

Easter

Saving this one for later...

Lambing

This has definitely been a group effort this year. We were more prepared this year than ever and I think that has helped it go better than previous years. I have been working out in the barn from anywhere between 10-11 PM until 2-2:30 in the morning. Except for last night, yeah funny story.

I came to, I mean stuck to the ceiling, at 1:59 AM. I had my knees up like I had attempted to get out of bed at some point in time, taken the covers off of me, and just continued sleeping. I had my contacts in because, umm, I wasn't supposed to be sleeping, so I couldn't get my eyes open. I ran with the bare necessities to the barn fearing that everything alive would have lambed and there would be a disaster. This would then lead to me freaking out in the corral for my father-in-law to find when he came to relieve me.

Luckily...only one ewe had lambed. Sadly...the sack was over its head and after the water drained out, it died. The worst...I agree with Layne, it was worth the sleep. Most nights on my shift it have been slow, usually 1-2 ewes have lambed. My father-in-law, Will, and the sheepherder have had most of the work. No complaints here! There were a couple of nights that I couldn't help because I worked overnights out at Sorenson's.

We haven't had a lot of twins and I think we have only had one set of triplets. However to compensate we have had HUGE lambs. I mean these suckers come out half grown, ready to be weaned! The first couple of nights at about 1:00 AM I would have to call Will to come and pull lambs. Seriously I think he was ready to kill me. The fourth night, and after some encouragement from Layne, I decided to suck it up and pull one myself. I couldn't get the ewe down on her side so we had to do this standing. I pinned her in a corner with my knee after only a few laps around the pen. I pulled and pulled and pulled. Of course she was fighting the whole time. After the lamb was 1/3 of the way out, I decided that if I let her run and held on to the lamb the momentum would get the lamb the rest of the way out. Small corner...dumb idea. As I let go of the ewe she knocked me off my balance, but didn't loosen my grip. As she is running to start another lap around the pen, I am whirling in circles. What was in my hands flying through the air, the fatest newborn lamb you have ever seen. I am sure that my husband would have killed me had he seen it, but he didn't, and everything lived. He should just be glad he got to sleep.

I think we have less than a week left and a bunch of ewes that still need to lamb. Tonight I have had 0 Ewes lamb...Thus giving me the time to catch up on blogging and facebook!

Alysen's 8th Birthday

My sweet 6Ib 8oz baby girl turned 8 on March 17th. We had her grandparents over for cake that night and her birthday party the next night. For her party she invited every girl from the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th grade classes. That's right, every girl from 3 grades, when you live where we do thats not very many girls. I also invited one of Ashley's friends for her to hang out with and Pres joined us as well. I think there were 12 girls in all at my house that night.

She was baptized on March 27th. It was an awesome day! We have the best families in the world! I think there were almost 70 people there total to support Aly. Preparing for the baptisim was interesting, oh yeah I didn't prepare. Being the first baptisim for me and being partially brain dead from lambing I forgot a few things, important things. A towel, WHITE underwear, dry underwear, poor Alysen. She laughed at me the entire day:) That's one of the things I love about her, she loves to laugh, mostly at me. Her Grandpa Crane baptized her (twice!) and her Grandpa Talbot confirmed her. It was a great day!

A few words

I am normally not a person of few words. So when I looked at the last post date on this blog, I almost passed out. But the sad truth is...I am brain dead and probably have a ton of things to type, but forgot them. Hopefully as I go along the words will come to me and yeah, I forgot the rest of the sentence. Pictures to come, I don't have my camera in the barn, yes I am on the laptop, at 12:35 AM, in the barn, lambing sheep, so that Will can sleep.

We have spirit, yes we do...

Will has been into a kick of attending the high school basketball games down in Piute. He goes through this every year. The girls love to go down with him. Me? Not so much...

A couple of weeks ago we went to the homecoming game. Ashley and Ains stayed with the in-laws. They got tired of going because they aren't allowed to run around. Aly is a trooper! She'll do anything. While we were down there the cheerleaders (?), well somebody painted her face. She was really excited and couldn't wait to show it off to her sisters.




A week and a half ago the girls had been downstairs playing. Ainsley comes upstairs and half of her face was bright red. I asked every question possible, makeup, anything...they hadn't done anything at all. Her face was swollen and hot to the touch. I called the dr. they concluded she had an allergic reaction to her antibiotic.



The next morning she had three scabs on her cheek, one on the bridge of her nose, and one on the tip of her nose. After investigating, this is how the story goes:

Aly wanted to paint Ainsley and Ashley's faces. Of course the only paint she could find was nail polish. She painted a big PHS down Ainsley's face. When it wouldn't wash off with water and a paper towel, they knew they were in trouble. So they FILED, yes with a nail fail, the big PHS off her face. The swelling and heat coming out of her face? Lets call it exfoliation...








The picture doesn't do the damage to her poor little face any justice. The nose? The file was a touch long. After almost and ounce of Neosporin (which is a large tube), I think we escaped scaring...this time.