Baby Braveheart

I don't know how many of you saw the movie "Braveheart" with Mel Gibson several years ago, but apparently I have my own little, blue Scotsman. I always thought side walk chalk was a pretty kid proof toy. Well, this is what happens when a 3 year old whose favorite color is blue, with a thing for swords gets a hold of some.

"FREEDOM!"



Duel wielding. Pretty impressive warrior for 3 years old.

Any "Twilight" fans out there?

So how many of you have read Stephenie Meyer's "Twilight" series? I read them last summer and fell in love with them. So if you haven't read them, DO.

Here is the first trailer for the movie. I'm still not exactly sure how I feel about this yet, but it truly could be worse.

What do you all think?

Land of the Lost

I've been meaning to update for a while now, but I've had one thing stopping me. My camera. Every good blog has pictures and now my camera has gone missing. Now, I have complete faith that it will turn up, but it just shows what a scatterbrain I am when I loose a several hundred dollar camera. Now when I lost my iPod, I wasn't nearly so calm. But it turned up. Hopefully my camera will too.

Several years ago, my brother-in-law Kirk dubbed my husband, "the vanquisher of keys and other small objects." I think he gave the title to the wrong Ogilvie. I can't begin to tell you how many sets of keys I've lost permanently. I hope the land lord doesn't want them back. :-/

We've had some cool and not so cool experiences recently. One of the cools was a stroke of fortune that occurred Saturday. My son Britton had a friend from school move a way last year that he was good buddies with. Over the past few months he's really missed his friend, commenting often how much he'd like to see him again. In fact he mentioned it on Saturday. Well, after Morgan's soccer game Saturday we went to the mall to get Paige's ears pierce (which is a whole other story in and of itself) and as we were walking in, we saw Britton's friend! I truly feel Heavenly Father was watching out for my little guy here. I mean, he mentioned this friend as we parked at the mall! Sweet little blessings like that are so wonderful.

So as I mentioned Paige got her ears pierced. Now I'm not the one that pushed for this. Morgan only got hers done last summer for her 10th birthday. Paige only 5 and I wanted it to be her decision as to if and when she had it done. Well, her cousin got hers done, and obviously after that Paige had to get her's done as well. Thus the begging began. I told her it would hurt. I told her there was no hurry. I told her she would have to be careful with them. Well, my stymieing didn't make any difference and Saturday was the big day. No sooner did we get there and her in the chair, did she start to freak out. I mean I felt like a child abuser because SHE wanted this done. I told her she didn't have to, but she was going through with it.

First ear. SCREAM! Tears instantly streaming down her cheeks, doing the butt dance in her chair, with Darien in the background crying FOR her, hopping up and down with his hand over his mouth, a look of terror in his eyes. It doesn't help that they do this RIGHT in the window so everyone in the mall can see what a horrible mother I am. *sigh* I think it took an act from on high to get the other ear done, or she's be looking like some 80's male rock star right now.

Then later on that day we had a slight emergency when Paige thought it would be a good idea to use Morgan's glass lid jewelry box as a step stool and sliced her toe open. Fortunately Russ got to her before I did or there might have been 2 for the ER. We took her to Instacare and where she had to get 5 stitches. In the process she got a Popsicle, stickers and was able to watch a movie. I actually think getting her ears pierced was more traumatic. Kids.