Franken-Cookies

To lessen the intense arguement of who-will-write-the-blog, we are switching paragraphs!! Mike here will start things off, and I, Meagan-the-best-blogger-of-all, will follow second.

Well to start things off, Happy Halloween to everyone especially to humble Meagan above. We celebrated it this year by making frankenstein cookies for our friends in the ward. The reasoning behind it was because someone left treats at our house and put Boo on our door and told us we had to spread the wealth by giving treats to other people. This Frankenstein idea was Mike's. He has the most creative and innovative mind in the family. Practically perfect. Anyway.

You learn a few things about yourself and whereabouts when you open your door and there is a "Boo" on it. 1. You are mormon, in a mormon community, with crazy mormons that do crazy neighboorhood "closer-togetherness" activities in hopes of making everyone feel loved, hopefully this works. 2. You find the need to be excessively creative, which is Meagan's forte, thank you very much, with a little help from 'parenting' magazine. I still have no idea why we are subscribed to the magazine in the first place. Probably because I had a baby!!! The hospital signed us up no doubt.

So we made the "cookies", by making rice krispy treats and then putting them into the fridge to cool. Meagan was rushing me to stir the marshmallows and to this day I don't know why. Anyway, maybe she was hungry. Then we made white chocolate frosting and I bought candies to put on the faces for the eyes, ear, mouth, and nose. Stop doing head shoulders knees and toes. I know you were. Anyway. We then cooled them and took them to the neighbors. I can't describe how funny it was watching Meagan run from the door and the neighbors not even being there. It was an official kodak moment.

Mike-y dear forgot to mention the challenge of frosting the darn things. And he, being a man and all, proclaimed it my duty, and it was not pretty. So, we hope the lucky neighbors didn't catch us, and we hope they are thinking we have children old enough to do such things. Also, Mike forgot to copy the BOO sign, instruction sheet, and 2 (yep, 2) poems. (One saying, and I quote "May the only ghost that comes to stay, Be the Holy Ghost to guide your way) Ah....gotta love it. Anyway, so because we only had 24 hours to be good neighbors, we made our own signs. And didn't revive the poems. So...I guess you could say we started our own chain. Hopefully we got the instruction part right... And people will know we started it because the BOO sign on our door we printed in Blue ink, and gave the neighbors BOO signs in orange ink. We are out of Black.....so... our signs don't really looked copied. HA! oh well.....

Well, this weekend we're headed to Utah to see Meagan's family. It will be the most exciting experience of my life (hehe). We are so excited to see family(actually just Mitchell is). HEHEHEHEHHEHEHE!

Sickness hits the Taylor's

Well, this week was an interesting one as Meagan had a serious breast infection and needed to be treated with antibiotics. She had a large lump in her breast, and it took four days to get rid of the thing. The poor girl, then came down with a head cold and needed to be taken care of so I had to get off work early and help her out. She's feeling a lot better today now that she is almost over her cold. Advil Cold and Sinus is amazing, that's all I have to say.

On a positive note, my job is going well in Idaho. I just hired a new guy from Colorado. He is great. Return missionary and Eagle Scout, my GM wouldn't have it otherwise. I swear the person could be an ax-murderer and as long as he was an RM and Eagle Scout that he would be ok with me hiring them.

My mother is dealing with more health problems as she goes under the knife over the next couple weeks. Turns out she has a problem with septic-smelling fluid leaking out of her body and that two of her body parts are separated and she needs surgery to bring them back together. Don't know a whole lot about it, just know that she's on bed rest for a while.

Meagan and I are really excited to go down for Utah for Halloween. We have decided to go as Jack and the Beanstalk. Meagan is going to be the bean stalk, Mitch is Jack, and I am the big scary giant. It should be wildly entertaining.

Glorious Thursdays.

Thursdays are glorious around here. Mike gets home around 7:20. On the days I decide to be a competent wife, dinner is on the table at 7:30. Mitchell is asleep, or almost asleep... around 7:45. And...The Office starts at 8.

Since the days of motherhood began, I really have no idea, ever, what day, or time, or year it is. It's a fun time for any woman. I have 2 shirts, "nice" shirts, (reserved for church hours only) that are not stained with milk, spit up, poop, or food (you know, the days where you try to make and eat chili with one hand. Never a good idea). Chocolate and ice cream become more of a necessity than milk and eggs. The days goals are shower, maybe to the dishes, make dinner, hopefully do the laundry, oh, and brush my teeth. Reality is that, you know deep down, only 2 will be accomplished by the days end. At that point it's either sleep, or do the dishes and laundry.....Church becomes the highlight of the week, and the only time you find the excuse to spend the time on hair and makeup. It gets really emotional when your husband finds a way to let you spend a week with your family for Christmas, instead of the planned 3 days. Seriously. Motherhood changes everything.

So, Mike gets home and reminds me it is Thursday. Mitchell was coincidentally asleep by this point. Dinner was to be waffles, because I am trying to get over a breast infection, and everything else I could whip up seemed to0 hard, ha ha. Adding eggs and water to a mix is hard enough.... So Mike and I proceed to shove waffles down our throat as fast as physically possible. It is at this moment I realize how pathetic we are. This is sad! Two grown adults should not be this excited about a TV show. In fact, I should probably be sleeping.

Like most my posts, this story has no point. The Office was hilarious as was Saturday Night Live News, and now we have an entire week to go before we can laugh again.

The Tale of the Never-Ending, Never-Dying Smoke Detector....

It all started around 2 am. Beep....Beep....Beep. This is annoying. Really annoying. Especially when I'm trying to fall back asleep and anticipating the next Beep is not good for sleeping habits.

Lets talk about the anticipation. Whoever made these non-dying alarms must have decided it would have been funny to make the time between the beeps as long as possible. So you're counting.....and you hear beeps in your head, and you realize you haven't heard them for awhile.... right when you think it stopped for good....BEEP!!! AH!!!!!! WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN AT 2 AM!?!?!?

So, obviously-because I'm the best wife ever, I hit Mike, who was in a sound sleep, I know this because of his snoring, which is a completely different chapter in the 'Meagan never will sleep again' novel. Mike was just oh too sweet about getting up to fix the smoke alarm. It amazes me he never gets upset about me waking him up in the early hours.

Anyway, Mike stands on the edge of the bed and pushes a button (that emergency button, the one you push to make sure the thing still works. As if the people who really are capable of sleeping through fire, are also capable of checking their smoke alarm.) That seems to work. He waits for the beep.....waiting....waiting. And gets back in bed "good night" "thank you honey" BEEP!!!!

So the covers are thrown off, the light turns on. The battery compartment must be here somewhere!! Mike goes and gets a kitchen chair. And is standing on it. Still. Where on earth? There has to be batteries in this thing, right? BEEP!!! It's this point Mike starts swearing. Ha ha. For the cause of keeping this post kid-friendly (and mormon friendly too, really) I'll spare the details....

Mike is frustrated, and the beeping just won't stop. He looks at the alarm, realizes it is attached to wires.... electricity......hm....
"what if I turn the circuit breaker off...."
At this point, I am tired, cold, and want to die.
"anything....seriously...."
So he turns the breaker off to our bedroom. No clock, no lights... it's a small price to pay for silence. He gets back into bed. And just as we are both dosing off into wonderland...BEEP!!!

HOW ON EARTH???

The circuit breaker is switched back. I am sobbing. He is swearing. Mitchell is now screaming. My life! I just don't understand.

So, I'm feeding my baby, Mike is still standing on the kitchen chair desperately searching for the battery compartment and he gives up, and quite frankly, so did I, even though I really just laid there, fighting the battle of laughing or crying.

For the next hour the three of us laid there, anticipating the next beep. And finally, there was no beep. It was over. It had to be. I think it finally died. And you know what? I'm not replacing those batteries, nor am I marching down to the apartment manager and asking them to fix it. Who cares?? I'm fairly certain I would wake up if there was a fire. Please.... I don't sleep anyway! Right now I'm counting my blessings that we live in apartment with only one smoke detector. One that works no longer!!! Ha ha ha!

The Slush and Meagan's Hair

Well, Meagan decided that it would be a good idea to make a slush for me after work, which was nice of her. What she didn't realize is that you shouldn't put too many ingredients in because it can become too thick. here's a picture of her slush upside down. We couldn't get it to move without an ice pick, lol. I will give her credit, it was good.




















The Second picture is of Meagan and her new hairdo. She decided to go with the afro and I really don't know what she was smoking when she took her yearbook picture. I told her to stay away from the marijuana.

Miracles!!!!!!!

Mitchell slept a whole 8.5 hours waking up at 4:30. Perfect. So, now I feel quite rejuvenated and it's a lovely feeling.

Mike, however, woke me up at 3:20 thinking Mitch was dead. No, not dead, still breathing, no blankets over his head, still hugging Rover, so back to sleep I went.

Yesterday, Mike's carpool ride to work decided to quit- right that moment. haha. Who does that? So Mitch and I had to go pick him up. Which was fine, because I wanted to exchange some baby gap clothing someone bought us which are way too small for the gorilla. Mitch is usually pretty good in the car, but because it was just me driving, I guess he thought it'd be funny to complain the entire way because his binky fell out of his mouth. drama drama drama. So, I try to solve this problem by blindly trying to find the binky, and then trying to find his mouth with my finger. I succeeded, luckily, going 45mph down the freeway. Good thing no one was behind me. At this point I find myself wondering who thought it was safer for children to be in rear-facing seats. Mitch of course, spit the binky out, at which point I figured it was better to keep both hands on the wheel :) Then dad gets in the car, and of course he calms down and is a perfect, quiet angel the rest of the time. My life...

Anyway, we get to the mall. Turns out the baby gap clothes were bought in 2003. Okay.... So... now what? Can't really give them away as gifts, that would be really tacky, especially if they decided to try and return them. Oh well, new clothes for the next little boy. Or new clothes for the neighbors little boy, which is probably more likely. We did find Mitch a nice little coat at Old Navy which he needed because it's probably close to blizzard season, here in Rexburg, Idaho.

I also came across Mike's senior yearbook, and decided to share the great photo with all of you. Love you dear....