its all about ME...DUH!!

Drawing names for a Christmas gift exchange is always an interesting thing and as is the trend in the Bennett house it is slightly more um, well, crazy. Here's the deal, Coby and I decided that this year we would have the kids draw names to see witch sibling they would get to buy a gift for so they get involved in the spirit of giving and yet Coby and I don't go insane trying to get four children to buy sixteen gifts without them seeing what the other ones bought on the ONLY trip we are making to the "city" before Christmas. So, that being said I will give you a little insight into our crazy little life...

We sat the kids down this afternoon to tell them the plan "we have all your names in this bowl and you will be picking a name out of the bowl to see who you get to buy a gift for this year. So when..." Brittany's hand shoots up mid sentence, she is obviously on the ball and already has a deep question for us. "Yes Brittany?" "Um, what if we pick our own name?" "well then we would just have you pick again. (thinking we have answered her question I move on) So when..." her hand shoots up again "yes Brittany?" "So, um what if we pick our name again?" this time my helper husband speaks up and says "then you are fired from the gift exchange." sad look on Brittany's face.
Now it is time to start the picking of names:
This time it is Justin who speaks up "I pick 7" "no Justin we are not picking a number between 1 & 10 we are going to start with Rebekah and go around the room picking." "oh" so I look at Rebekah and say "OK pick a name and that's who you get to buy a Christmas gift for." She picks a name and it is Justin's. YEAH first one down only three to go man why is this WAY harder then it should be. So I tell Rebekah she got Justin's name so I ask her to make sure she understands "So you get to buy a gift for who?" she promptly replies "me" I sigh and say "no for Justin, someone else will buy a gift for you." "HUMPH" We move around the room and all the other children are tickled with who they are buying for. Then we ask the kids again who they are buying a gift for and they all tell us and then Rebekah pipes in and says "Justin and Brittany and Mommy and Daddy and Michael are buying for me. oh and me" Coby and I look at each other and are thinking will she ever get it? Then we hear Justin calmly say to her "Bekah, I am getting you a gift and you are getting me a gift, got it?" "Oh Justin!! I am getting you a gift and one for Mommy!!" EUREKA!!

The BEST holiday EVER!!

Thanksgiving. My most favorite holiday. People often are surprised to hear I have four children, they are even more surprised to hear that my favorite holiday is Thanksgiving. For so many its Christmas but for me its Thanksgiving. Let me give you a little insight into this world of THE BEST HOLIDAY IN THE WORLD!!

1. Family- yes you have this on other holidays but this family time is not overshadowed by an egg hunt or the pile of presents under the tree.
2. Food- yes you have food on Easter and Christmas but you don't get the weigh-in and weigh-out. You just cant beat that.
3. Time - you just cant beat the unobstructed time you get together on Thanksgiving.
4. Commercialism- My sister and I have had MANY conversations about this and we both strongly believe that this is the ONLY holiday that cannot and will not become commercialised. It is and will continue to be a day set aside to be with loved ones and thank the Lord for His blessings.

Happy Thanksgiving!!!!

uMMerware conundrum

Its a funny little world I live in, a world full of smelly boys, stinky feet, and no milk in my fridge. A world where people+dirty dishes don't match up. Today I happened upon another interesting little fact in my world I thought was a point to ponder. You see I washed and dried 4 days worth of laundry today and as I was folding it an interesting thing happened; as I reached the bottom of the basket I started to fold the socks and uMMerware last as my mother taught me to do, and as I did so I noticed that there was a strange number of uMMerware and socks on my male chickens piles. At first glace you may not think twice but I having sooo much wisdom in my little head just waiting to come out saw this for what it truly was; A study on boys and underwear. So I will explain in my true form of studies and once again copy write this before someone tries to steal this and make millions off it. So with out further ado I present:
Boys and Underwear
A Study By
THE Bethany J. Bennett

First Subject: Michael
Age: 6.7 years
Personality: Methodical, Sensitive, and Always Prepared.
Number of underwear used in 4 days: 6
Number of socks used in 4 days: 5

Second Subject: Justin
Age: 8.11 years
Personality: Speedy, Careless, and cannot be bothered by small details.
Number of underwear used in 4 days: 2
Number of socks used in 4 days: unknown. there was only 1.5 pairs of socks found in the laundry basket

So you see once again there is so much to be learned from children even in dirty underwear.

Conversations in the Car

The following is a conversation between Rebekah, Brittany and myself tonight on our way to church. The sun was setting painting a beautiful picture in the sky above the mountains...
Rebekah "Mommy, I see my pink sky!!"
Mommy "Yes I see it too, isn't it so nice that God gave US that to look at?"
Brittany "Yup, He gave us ALL the pretty sky."
Rebekah "Nope, its mine, well all their girls-is, not the boys.'
Mommy "So God didn't give the boys the sky to look at?"
Rebekah "Nope, He gave the boys-is the blue sky, the pink one is for only all the girls-is."
Brittany "Wow, God gave the boys WAY more sky then He gave us..."
Well how do you argue with that logic? Answer: You don't, just nod and smile.

Interpreter Needed

Needed: A person to interpret my words into "boy".
Requirements: Interpreter must be female, and have the ability to speak "boy". Must know the difference between 'indoor play" and outdoor play" for example; indoor play does not include climbing on walls, three legged races, football playing, and throwing your brother off the top bunk as well as 'flying' off the top bunk.
Compensation: The knowledge that you have helped a mother keep her sanity and a good cup of coffee
For more information please see the crazy Mom who lives at the Bennett home.

ode to a patootie

I want to call my patootie,
I pick up the phone and dial a patootie,
Will my patootie answer?
Will she hear my voice?

I want to to talk to my patootie,
My patooties phone keeps ringing,
Where is my patootie?
Why is she ignoring me?

I want to talk to my patootie,
does she want to talk to me?
Mommy says Nope cause she is a Big Pot Deal!
Whatever that means...