...and walking... and snoozing...
Really, I found him in the middle of the night sound asleep on the stairs...agian! It scares me! I am thinking that maybe I should start locking him into his room at night. Suggestions? Crazy kid!
I am not going to let life pass me by without doing something to leave my mark...quirky and imperfect as it may be! simply jami: simply for reals, simply me.
...and walking... and snoozing...
I have been forced into a new diet. Not so much because of the reasons I should be on a real diet. Let me explain.
You see, my thighs are the same circumference in inches as my husband’s. Really, this is a true fact. A true fact that I should have never discovered.
I would like to take a minute to address all the ladies out there about an important issue. Please read carefully.
If your husband or significant other ever urges you to start an exercise program by measuring your body parts, JUST SAY NO. If you by chance fall victim of his good looks and persuasion, seek emotional support immediately. Especially, if he observes and says something like, “Look our ______ are the same size!” Otherwise, this emotional scarring has the potential to wear your morale and motivation to participate in any kind of physical exercise or intimacy for the next several months. I repeat, never Never NEVER measure body parts and compare them with your significant other, or...ANYONE!
So, the real reasons for my new diet started with Hurricane Ike. That storm took so much from so many people, but some people take their excuses to the extreme. (I actually heard a woman blame her tight fitting pants on the hurricane. The gym must have been closed.) I feel trite complaining about our loss, but due to the lack of power we had for several days, he left our refrigerator and freezers looking like this:
Actually, I would be an ungrateful and horrible friend if I did not document just how all the food was cleared out. When we got about an hour on our way out of town to ‘evacuate’ our powerless house, I called McCall to see how they had fared through the storm. To my surprise, their home phone rang and she told me they were only without power for a few hours. Because she is so on the ball and one of the most giving people I know, and possibly because she thought we probably wouldn’t take her up on her offer, she asked us if we wanted her to go save any of our warming by the minute food. We hesitated and then gratefully agreed. By the time she
made it to our house, I am positive it reeked and there was lots of melted rotten food all over. She and her son, Brady, took care of it all! Now that is what you call a FRIEND! We love you, McCall!
So you are saying to yourself, get over it already and go buy some food. You see I would, but for the past two days I have been spending a majority of my time battling these little beasts taking food out of my kitchen. No, not my kids. (I have grown used to that kind of beast.) These pests are hundreds of fire ants that are coming in through the cracks of the cabinets and underneath the counter tops.
Who knew ants are fatally attracted to oil? The ones that didn't crawl into my olive or canola oil containers were actually building a mound on our kitchen floor. Honestly, I have no reason to joke about this matter. They are truly going to drive me insane! (Can someone remind me why we live in Texas again: hurricanes, fire ants that bite and sting, and swarms of mosquitoes???)
As part of my explanation, I need to explain a little bit about a genetic trait that I seem to have inheirited from my father. If we ever got ants in our kitchen, it didn’t matter who was there or what food on the counter, out came the can of Raid. More precisely several cans of it. I can do spiders. I can do earwigs. I can even do geckos and roaches (birds and bats are a whole ‘nother story), but when it comes to these swarms of ants I’ve met my match. Blasted marching ants taking over my kitchen!
In conclusion, my new diet is caused by power outages and fire ants and hopefully has the potential to last long enough that I might loose a few inches on my thighs. Actually, I think I would rather have monster thighs than hundreds of ants. Hooray for the pest control guy who comes today at 4 pm! Maybe after I will go see my therapist and make a grocery run.
A dinner invitation that is! With Damian at school Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday nights, I have been having a really hard time being motivated to provide my children with, ahem, good nutritional meals. Insert phone call from a friend, and I bailed yet another night of slaving over a stove- yesterday just about did me in. Who knew Tuesday nights were kids eat free at Denny’s night?
Below are the five important lessons Mimi taught me tonight at dinner:
This is what we had for dinner tonight.
The Vest family is accepting dinner invitations.
In my defense,
the kids did have their gummy vitamins
with their Fruitloops at breakfast this morning.
Oh wait,
um,
maybe that was dinner last night…
I am a blog criminal. I steal. I steal ideas. I steal stories. I steal complete blog posts. Why am I a blog-clepto? Call me jealous or call me lazy, but I want a record of another one of Jen's posts. So, I copied it and voila...here it is...her account of all the fun we had the past few days. I love you, Jen! Thanks for letting us hang out with you and your cute family, and thanks for forgiving me for stealing...again.For the past week and a half I've had a lot of family in town... and I am Blissfully Exhausted!! It really is the best form of exhaustion. I love being with my family and seeing my kids interact with their aunts, uncles and cousins. But being off my schedule (and I say "my" because I think I need it more then my kids) and always on the go has left me super tired, ready for a relaxing week... but at the same time leaving me completely rejuvenated.
Rejuvenated, say what?!? Seriously, the rejuvenations starts with watching Ava and Nolan get some good cousin time. Ava just adores her cousins and calls them 'my friends'.... for those 5 days all I heard was "Mom, when are we going to see my friends again!?" or "Are we going to go play with my friends?" or "When are we going to go eat with my friends?" Ava and Carter have their own special bond and Nolan just adores
With my brother and Ruth leaving, my Mom and Dad skipping town, Damian in
Jami and I took the kids to Let's Jump bounce house and I don't know who had more fun - the kids or us?!Nolan wasn't too excited about it at first, but after we went to Chick-fil-A to grab some lunch and came back for more bouncing - he was all over that. Huh... imagine that - food changing his mood?! And a run up and down the slide with Aunt Jami made him all about the slides. He'd even climb up them himself, reach the top, plop himself down and take off down the slide. The kid ain't scared!!
Jami and I tried to hide out for a while in one of the obstacle courses to escape our children - didn't work for long... but we sure had fun bouncing each other, chatting and being well - dumb and childish. I told the dude that took our money at the beginning that they really should start charging for adults because I think we'll have more fun then the kids!! {Though I hope he doesn't take me up on that offer!!}
SO good to talk to a Mom that has the same love for what she does but yet has the same trials and frustrations while doing it. You know in high school when the really cool and fun chick wanted to hang out with you?!? Well, my brother married the fun, really cool chick... and I'm just glad that she's forced into hanging out with me sometimes - thank you Hurricane Ike!
We also did a little Wii Fit... and I swear, that thing is the best form of entertainment. It's hilarious to see the concentration in faces, the intensity these games are played at and the violent thrashing of heads, limbs and torsos while trying to compete. And if your part of the family, check these out {they're videos, and I don't know if I have permission to post them on this blog... so I'll play it safe, keep the love in my family and post them on our family blog. Let's just say that Damian's hips don't lie and that Jami got major whiplash from headbutting soccer balls}.
I was so "blissfully exhausted" that on Saturday afternoon when the kids were napping or having quite time - I was napping too. And I was so dead asleep that I didn't hear them both crying/screaming and Ava peeing in her pants {not that I'd normally hear that} because I didn't hear her banging on the door to go to the bathroom {and yes, I feel terribly bad about that!!}. And that it was so bad that it was a good thing that Shayne was working from home and just coming home from an inspection - and could hear them both crying even outside. Now that's exhausted!!
I love, love, LOVE my family and am so glad that they were able to come up and hang for a while... And CUTE park pictures - coming soon...right Jami!?!?


After we sent Damian back home to work, the kids and I planned to take full advantage of our time here in Colleyville with electricity. We got our air conditioning fix this morning and spent the afternoon at the park with our cousins. The kids got some energy out and some sand in all those crevices sand should not be.
Note to self: take cute cousin pictures at the beginning of fun park outing, not the end.

How come no one in my circle of friends and family has clued me in on COSTA VIDA?
Seriously? It even knocked Café Rio down a few notches. Same style, but I liked the salad, dressing and tortillas better. Yum, oh yum come and getcha some! It even had surfing footage and a water wall that entertained the kids. All I needed was a little chocolate when I got home and I was set. Thanks Kris for treating us for dinner and introducing my taste buds to some serious satisfaction.
As I walking out to the car I saw this:
Then this:
And while I was fixing that this happened:
Whose kids are those anyways?
Disclaimer 1*: the rock was small, and when thrown did not leave a dent in either of the cars.
Disclaimer 2*: the light globe on top of the pole was already really loose before anyone scaled the pole.
**If my association with these children prevents my consumption of Costa Vida food or allows Costa Vida to refuse me service at any time in the future, then I claim no responsibility for them or their behavior. (I might know who their dad is though.)**









We spent the day at the Ft. Worth Zoo. I am not sure about my kids, but my favorite animals were the chimps. How amazing is it that they are so human-like yet oh so hairy? They were putting on quite a show for us today.
Picture this:
3 adult chimp and 1 little chimp just chillin’. Then all of a sudden, little chimp starts acting majorly hyperactive, swinging and running chimp-like all over the habitat. Out steps big chimp #1 and grabs little chimp’s wrist, wrestles him to the ground and then sits on him. No joke; Big ol’ chimp bootie on little chimp for a full on 30 seconds! After that scenario repeats itself a couple of times, big chimp grabs little chimp and puts him in a certified WWF headlock and proceeds to tickle little chimp, who laughs all loud and chimp-like. Then, picture a game of ‘you can’t get past me!’ with little chimp laughing when he gets smashed against the wall and big chimp mocking little chimp with a noogie and a chimp-like victory dance. All this is followed by a hug, cuddle, and a little picking the bugs out of your hair and eating them because I love you.
Seriously, I saw it all. It reminded me so much of life at our house (well, we don’t eat the bugs we get off each other though) that it made me wonder. We had a great time. Perfect weather, great company, and me wondering just how sure I am that chimp life wouldn’t be better than my life. Just think. All the play and no responsibilities!? The hair would get kinda itchy though, and I bet they don’t feed them chocolate in there. Never mind.
** I shouldn’t be allowed to type on my computer past 11 p.m.**
This is what I should have written about the zoo. I love stealing from other people's blogs! Thanks, Jen!

Night #2 without air conditioning was so not cool. No pun intended. We all woke up uncomfortable and sweaty, and by 10 am all of the kids’ hair was matted to their faces. When we heard it would most likely a week until our power was restored, we waved our white flag and loaded up the car for
We left behind tons of work cleaning up around our house, but we knew it would be there when we got back and we knew Jeff and Ruth were still in town. We LOVE Ruth! She is down to earth, great with kids, helpful, thoughtful, intelligent, and perfect for Jeff! They are so cute together!
I got to take their engagement pictures. Engagement shoots are probably my favorite sittings because the couples are always so happy, and for lack of a better word it is intimate. Once they get comfortable, I get to see the chemistry between them and how they really interact. It is fun challenge for me to try to capture that with my camera, and to be honest I am a hopeless romantic so I just can’t get enough! (So Damian, if you are ever wondering why I come home from a photo shoot ready for a hot date, now you know.) Jeff and Ruth are so cute together! Did I say that already? I had so much fun spending time with them and couldn’t be happier for their upcoming marriage…in, um, two weeks!









LANDON (age 4)
"Eden, for your birthday I am going to eat lots of beans and buy you a fluffy monkey bra." (somebody tell me how disturbed I should be with this bra obsession)
"Our family has a lot of issues."
"You are making me want to say potty talk right now." Why do I want to make you talk naughty? "Because you asked me to bring the gel over to you!"
"You are 32? That is soooo old. I can't even count that high!"
Why did you pee on the carpet Landon? "Because I didn't stop and think about it, but next time I will!"
Landon what does your line leader sticker from preschool mean? "It means all the kids in my class followed me around all day. I took them to California."
"I am thinking a bad word right now. If I say it out loud am I going to get in trouble?"
How come you were sleeping so long? "I had to sleep till all my dreams came true." What did you want to come true? "I wanted to get enough beauty sleep to grow a beard."
"Dad, next time Carter needs his band aid changed, rip it off like a man!"
What do you want to be when you grow up? "I am going to be just a plain daddy who rides four wheelers and sells bras."
Look, that lady has a big baby in her tummy! "Mom, why did that lady eat her baby?"
You made a huge mess! With pride: "YES I DID!"
Lean over your plate when you take a bite. "Mom, you are being bossy and I don't need any more instructions. Is this when you call me a smart Alex?"
"Please bless us that we will be safe and that we won't end up floating in space."
"Hold on. I have to tell my brain something."
"Where is heaven on the map?"
"Dad, if you invite me to your birthday party I'll get you a canoe."
"My hands smell like a volcano!"
While saluting: "I'm on it Captain!"
"I know what Carter's middle name is! Farter!"
When I drop him off at a friend's house to play: "I really need a piece of gum because my breath stinks AND my hair is sticking up!"
"Eden, do you have a headache from going to school?"
"I am now going to give myself a wedgie!"
Carter was getting in trouble at the dinner table and Landon says under his breath, "Let's have a round of applause for Landon!"
"Mom, can we PLEASE wreck your minivan in a few days so we can get a red speed car? Please?"
"Dad, where are you?" In the bathroom. "Are you taking a dump?"
"My girlfriend is bigger than me."
Landon, if you open the door while I am going to the bathroom I am going to give you a spank. "A big one or a little one?"
"I want to smell my breath."
"I am not going to be happy until your minivan turns into a jetski."
"Just one more cuddle and then you can take care of the dishes, ok mom?"
Landon, why aren't you wearing any underwear? "I don't like underwear and I am not going to wear them EVERYday!"
"Where is the green paint for the love of Pete?"
To dad at bedtime: "That is enough cuddles. Mommy is coming."
"Santa Claus is bringing me a baby brother and a remote control boat." What if he brings you a baby sister? "Then I'll just send her back."
While Trick or Treating: "That lady hooked me up!"
"Cuddle me far away. Your breath is stinky."
"When you put gel in my hair my haircut gets all mixed up!"
Landon, go to bed! "I can't! My pillow is not working."
"Don't be a punk, mom!" Landon, don't say that it's not nice. "Then Mom, don't be a terd!"
"Ow! Owww! OUCH!!" What's wrong? "I am pulling my hair!"
What do you want to be when you grow up? "I want to be just like Carter!"
"Mom, that is enough talking."
I was struggling to put on a skirt I hadn’t worn in a while and I looked down and saw Landon staring at me with a puzzled look on his face. “Do you need me help you, mom?”
CARTER (age 6)
"Eden, for your birthday I am going to name my special freckle after you."
Name 5 things you love about yourself: "I'm cool, my muscles, my leg muscles (does that count?), I'm funny, I have a mom and dad who like to cuddle me, and I have a lot of friends."
"Don't worry mom. I asked Santa for all the expensive presents so you can have more money."
While holding a bowling pin above his head, "Landon, come here. I am NOT going to hit you with a bowling pin!"
"Lick kissing is against the rules, Landon!"
"Mom, you're the bomb.com!"
"Matthew's girlfriend is hot! I think I love her." (Oh dear)
"I've been in this world a looong time." Well, what do you think? "I think that was a really weird question you just asked me."
I love you, Carter. "FYI: I hear that a LOT."
"This is my ladies personality: (in a slow low voice) Hey Ladies, come and get me."
"Mom, someone was ringing on your phone!"
"I am going to have a girlfirend as cute as Aunt Ruth and she is going to like me back!"
"Mom, you're the one causing all the drama!"
"When I look at my rockstar jammies they make me want to dance!"
"Mom, why are your toes getting so so skinny?" Is the rest of me getting skinny? "Um, no."
"Eden, are you lonely?"
"I recognize those tickles, Dad!"
"...and please bless Santa Claus to get here safely and his reindeer that they might have the energy and strength to fly."
Landon, you have to wear underwear to bed. Everyone wears underwear to bed. "Na-uh! I bet the Lamanites never wore underwear to bed!"
"Can I have another cookie?" No. You've already had 2. "If you give me three I promise I will be quiet for a LOOOONG time!"
"My favorite hair is ponytails." How come? "Because that's the way the cheerleaders wear it."
Carter, you just dumped all the salt out! "Well, it's okay. You can just clean it up."
"What should I do if I want to be a giant when I grow up?"
"Mom, I want to take you out to dinner for your birthday but I can't drive yet."
"I love to exercise!" What do you like to do? "Watch the video."
"Mom, I will pay you a hundred bucks if you'll be nice!"
"Daaaad, stop tickling me!" Why? "Because I am going to run out of laughs!"
"Can I take a shower?" Why? "Because I am all sweaty from pushing a really big poopie out!"
"Aunt Megan, I have to go potty!" Number 1 or 2? "I have to go 100!"
"...and please bless the bug sprayer guy that he will get here safely."
"OooOooOoogre face. My Ogre face." Um, you know it says POKER face, right? "For real?"
"Can I introduce you to a new friend? Everyone, I would like for you to meet Mr. Midget Pencil. We are very close. Mom, he means a lot to me. Please don't throw him away."
"We are going to have a dance party every night so we can be on YouTube!"
"Dad, these milkshakes are awesome! I can totally tell you worked at Wendy's."
"Where does Santa Claus get all that money for presents? Our taxes?"
"That is annoying and freaky on so many levels!"
"Carter, you better get over here before mom's head blows off!"
"Chocolate cake! My one and only true love!" (to which Damian replies, "If you treat it like that it really is going to be.")
"...and please bless my mom to have more patience..."
"Dad, come eat dinner with us and you should probably put on some clothes that match."
"I do trust you mom, just not with chocolate!"
"I don’t want to be on the swim team." Why not? "I don’t want to be around all those boys swimming in girl underwear!"
"There is something really wrong about that bug!" What? "It’s too BIG!"
When I asked her opinion on a shirt I was trying on: "It looks cute if you want to buy it and then go on a diet."