On the 6th Day of Christmas ...

I messed up BIG TIME!!!

Just look at that face.

It was Grace's turn to open the envelope.





I had to point out the candy waiting inside.
She's a pro at opening candy, after all...
She is an Edwards.

Hmmm, which one do I choose?

The candy of course.




Do we really look like each other?

This evening wasn't such a success. I completely forgot about the Ward Christmas Party when calculating out my activities. The Ward Party was a delight. The food was well planned and plenty to go around. I made a wonderful salad, and there were more then enough desserts to go around. The entertainment was beautiful. That Rachel LeBaron is such a talented singer. And in typical Mormon fashion kids were a little out of control. I refused to let my children participate in such shenanigans. My little Beckham tried to sneak away off to the Stage. I quickly cut him off and began pulling him back to our table. He pulled, I tugged, he pulled harder, I tugged even harder. In the end I won and took a little chunk of skin from his finger. Don't mess with me man, especially when I mean business. I feel bad that I did such harm to my child. But it wasn't intentional. I lost my concentration half way through the night. So I'm sure my other children got away with some bad behavior.

I'm sure your wondering what the real acitivity was for this evening. Well, we were suppose to watch a Christmas Movie and eat popcorn. We still watched a Penguin Caper. Hannah was invited to a late over and I told her "No". So of course she came home extremely unhappy and spread the good mood around. The remote control was no where to be found. Of course that made Dad unhappy and helped had to the already cheery mood. We looked high and low for that ding dang remote and it's still somewhere waiting to be found.

We still needed to end the night with the Chirstmas Quilt. We gathered around Beckham's bed. I waited for the mood to get better, but it just got worse. Hannah and Isabel proceeded to fight with each other about what pajamas the other was wearing. Isabel said this, Hannah said that, Dad begins to raise his voice. I had had enough. I set the book down and left the room. It was all too much cheer for me. We didn't read the book and everyone went to bed wondering what happened to such a lovely evening.

This is a challange with having 6 children. Not everyone is going to be happy. And there is always 2 that get a long like oil and water. My oil is Hannah, and my water is Isabel. It really hurts my soul that they go at each other like cats and dogs. They both have to get the last word in, and it always has to end with the meanest thing to say. I'm not exaggerating when I say I have to deal with them EVERY SINGLE DAY!!! It wears a mother down to stubs.

I remember not getting along with my sister growing up. It took us years and years before we became friends. It really makes me sad to think about it. We could have done some many fun things together. She was oil, and I was water. But now we are the best of friends, and live too far from each other.

Maybe there is still hope for my oil and water. I just hope and pray that they learn to be friends sooner then my sister and I.