Indoor pluming no more.

So we no longer have the claim to fame off strict indoor pluming.

I was sad to see on the baby's ultrasound that there was a tumor growing. . . between the legs.

I am learning to deal with this. Judge me all you want. It is ok. I am just me, and I am working on dealing with it.

Dustin said it was ok to still put him in the current pink bedding. His words "He won't know the difference."

Just another example

This is my sister Ronnie. I made the following comment on her facebook wall after seeing the picture:

Kristina Miller I couldn't find a place to comment on your photos! :) She totally touched up your boobs and Natalie fied them for you! :) LOL

(FYI my sister Natalie is well endowed.)

She comments back:

Ronnie McDonald

NO, actually those are HOME GROWN..they r just perky compared to yours. Remember those days??? oR has it been to long for you to remember?

My MOM's Prayers

My mom's prayers have some TRUE power.

My parents own a 1974 Chevy Truck. It is a WORK truck. It has had some good times and has pulled off a ton of hard jobs. (I remember talking to her as a kid and trying to give her the "pep talk" that she could do it as I sat in the truck and her tires spinning, trying to pull our HUGE bubble top van out of the mud and up a hill. -No she did not have 4 wheel drive. )

Anyhoo - she was on her last year of emissions before it would be "grandfathered in" and not have to pass emissions anymore. My dad found out all the tricks (this was pre internet you know) Run her really fast on a free way before, put in high octane gas . . . And my mom did her part, she prayed. She prayed and prayed it would pass it's last year of emissions testing.

My dad got home with a funny grin on his face. "Well, it passed, " he said, "BARELY." My mom was almost shocked at this point. Finally my dad offered a "logical" explanation.

Years ago the truck needed it's exhaust replaced. It had a dual exhaust that funneled back into the exhaust t. My dad talked to the mechanic and asked if it would be cheaper to just drop the exhaust off each side, instead of running the pipes into one and out the back. It saved him a $150 then - and well, even more this day of testing. You see, the dude only hooked up to ONE of the exaughst pipes - in which the emissions BARELY passed.

We had some family friends with a nicer - newer - but still old Ford - thing cost them a TON to get to pass inspections.

For us all it took was mama's prayers and a clueless inspection dude :)

YET ANOTHER PRAYER

Ma took my 4.0 GPA sister Bre to take her written PERMIT drivers test (you know the EASY ONE.) As Bre walked in to take the test my other sweet sister leaned over to my mom, "ya know ma, know that bre will have a license she will want to drive when we take our Utah trip."

Mom QUICKLY bowed her head and prayed for Bre not to pass.

Sure enough my 4.0 GPA sister FAILED the WRittEN drivers test. (By ONE question so she says.)

(I later heard she failed it not once, but twice!)

My ma's prayers have powers that's all I can say!

JUST A PS. ;) I am totally doing this this weekend:

and a little of this:

My sisters?

First of all I have over 100 posts now! ;)

My sister's love torturing my kids. . . some of the torture I don't find out about until MONTHS after . . .

Here are some to name a few:

IN A SPAN OF A 2 DAY VISIT

My sisters had my (at the time) 18 month old and 3 year old have an eating contest. The rules, see who could stuff "their" niece with the most bread until one choked or barfed.

I think the 18 month old one . . .

They took a whole day of throwing the poor skinny little 18 month kid back and forth across the bed, both enjoying her terrified reaction and eventually making her sick.

They kept jumping out from corners scaring both of them - FOR HOURS people.

They tried tying their night gowns bottom or PJ's feet together so they couldn't walk.

I think they might have even tied the two kids together at one point.

These are the things I know of. . .

WHEN TASHA came to visit it would be like having a super old sister with Mia - she would literally PICK fights with the 3 year old. They would nag and nag. I wanted to kill her.

Tasha at least always comes bearing gifts. Fearing that Tasha would become the favorite aunt because of the new stuffed kitty cat, Ronnie quickly comments that the kitty cats hair was too long and it needed a hair cut. She got out the scissors for them. This happened more than once and yes she did cut the stinkin' cat's hair. My sis has video of it on her blog she is so proud.

They like my 18 year old sister because she has a "princess room" literally ALL disney princesses. Bedding and everything. They even get "princess cinderella waffles" thanks to her cinderella waffle iron.

SOMETIMES they do more fun and CONSTRUCTIVE things with them. Ronnie helped Mia make a zip line for her barbie dolls after she saw Mia using the handrail as a slide.

RONNIE is an addict though. So I have to really be careful leaving the kids with her. She is addicted to tripping people, especially harmless little kids. NO LIE people. In fact, I am sure she is reading this, giggling with delight because she is just thinking of her next high.

Just a month ago Ronnie was visiting me. I was laying on the floor. 2 3/4 months pregnant and she was like "Oh crap!" "What?" I asked. "I was totally just going to walk over you, by stepping on your stomach!"

Ronnie was serving a mission when she found out I was pregnant for the first time (years ago). I got a letter from her with me drawn HUGE and fat and skinny little Dustin with little drawings and warnings -"watch out Dustin, she might eat you too!" And a threat something like this:

"Don't you think that you can take my place as dad's favorite just because you bear him his first grandchild. And you better hope it's not a boy! (He has all girls, *5.) I hope your ankles swell up like marshmallows in the microwave. . . " It went on. . .

I received it in the mail 1 day after I lost that pregnancy at 14 weeks. My mom tried to convince me to write back a letter about how much it "hurt" me because she might actually feel guilty.

(She has never felt guilty about laying a kid, roommate or other victim flat with her swift trip.)

Do you see the torture I endure?

All I can say is that I really do love my family. They are pretty out there - but that is what makes us interesting I would say! Just ask my hubby, out of the 5 girls, I am the MELLOW one.

I remember coming home from my mission and they were all into WWF smack down. My 9 & 11 year old sister had posters of them on their walls - men in speedos and boots! They memorized their speeches, tried crushing pop cans on their for heads and had wrestling matches ALL the time. . .

I really am the mellow one.

Mia & baby

I ripped this from my younger but looks older than me sister's post. . .

This picture is from November but I laugh at it. Mia was over and Granny pulled out the old Bristle blocks for the grankids to play with. It wasn't too much longer till Mia proudly displayed her creation...

"Look at my temply I built" she proudly proclaimed. This is concerning to me. It gives the wrong impression of what kind of mother Kris really is...she is NOT that good.

See she deserved that first line! :)

Do you see the love I grew up with? I think it explains so much of the way I am. :)

Side note. I can fell the baby moving now. Kinda fun. My ultra sound is in 8 days. I am praying for a girl - life would simply be so much easier! No clothes to store, no nursery change - the list really goes on. :)

Yesterday I put on *tried to put on* some shorts that fit me just 2 weeks ago. This is disheartening. I think the baby is more kicking on the "little bit tight" waistband of my pants right now. Wow, seriously could have done 20 kick counts since I typed the "side note" part of this post.

I know what some of you are thinking "oh it's a rambunctious little boy!" Hold your horses! Because KAYLEE was a beastly child in the womb. There were times when she would kick me in bed and Dustin would say it hurt HIM and my belly would be not even touching his back! I remember responding - Yeah - trying being me! Her little punching bag! It's like a war zone in there! So my girls are rambunctious too :)- at least in the womb. :)-

Side Note #2. About a month ago I helped myself to two of Mia's candies. She said "HEY!" I quickly said, "one is for mom, one is for the baby!" "OK!" she said happily! And she now brings me two of EVERYTHING to eat, happily and always telling me which one is for the baby.

She walked by me yesterday and my pants were not done up and my belly was all hanging out and nasty (this IS what I do in the comfort of my own home! and it WAS the shorts that didn't fit.) Her little eyes lit up she was SOOOO excited "Mommy! Your tummy is getting BIG!" I hope she can make it all the way till September! she is so excited.

Kaylee on the other hand, is pretty sure that the baby is in my boobs. Hmm.

I was letting an uncle know that we messed up somewhere because she thinks her tummy is right at the lower part of her ribs. If I say that my (or her) tummy is down by the belly button, she corrects me "no that the beri button!" Her uncle informed me that she is actually pretty correct and that the stomach is higher up - like she says. Obviously I have never had anatomy. I never took a history class in college either. Last one was in High School. Pretty crazy since I have a 4 year degree from BYU. . . hmmm. I mean at Ricks I took History of Music and that counted! :) I am a little more stupid because of it - I know because I learn something new from Glen Beck everyday! I really should read more. Don't blogs count? :)

I need to repent

Before I repent - I have to tell you my latest. I don't like cooking. I just don't. But I am a cheapy and HATE spending money - esp. 20 - 30 bucks on the family eating out. I started this a month ago and it has almost made cooking "fun". We sat down at a yummy home cooked meal - and I looked around and said "Hey honey, not bad for $4.50 to feed the whole family!" He nodded - just happy there was a warm meal when he got home. (I have been sickly pregnant the last few months and the sight of chicken made me sick.)

So now it is a fun game. :) Every night I announce what the meal cost. You know what? It is always under $10. NOW THAT is money saving. And since I love great deals - it's my new "bargain high" to replace my shopping for deals. . . now to confess. . .

I went to the mall yesterday. I have been a few times since my "no more clothes for me resolution" and managed to walk away with nothing. (Ok, free underwear and lotions from Victoria Secret, but I didn't spend a penny!) (A HUGE FEAT) I even got K0hls free $10 and got for my daughter's bday in few months. (couldn't let it go to waste!)

When I found out I was prego I knew I would have to buy a FEW things, because I haven't been pregnant through a NASTY 120 degree summer. (I will be hating life in a few months!) Anyways, so I bought my self a new bra to hold the new girls up. (Had $10 off that & another $10 for free lotion again. :)

Then I made the Mistake? of walking into Down East basic and finding a few cute shirts and tanks that were marked down to $5. That's ok isn't it? I mean those are like basic essentials for a wardrobe! :) And some even had laced bottoms! :) My first blunder. ( I don't think the bra counted. I only had 1 for these new girls "visitors" if you will.)

And, there was one more. But this was planned. I bought a maternity swim suit. I am already popping out and can feel restriction in my real swim suits (amazing what 8 lbs all in your gut will do.) That was $30 bucks, I almost puked. I have only payed that ONCE for a swim suit.

Anyways, I don't count that either because it will be the only sanity for my 120 degree summer. I pretty much hope to swim 5 days a week. "Swim" being very operative.

So I am confessing, I did spend $30 bucks at Down East. I feel bad because it did go against my goal - but for 6 shirts it was also a pretty good deal. . . My sis gave me $20 for my birthday - can I just justify $10 of it? I do plan to POSSIBLY buy ONE pair of maternity pants if needed - but I am really leaning to wearing summer dresses all pregnancy. I don't PLAN to buy any more of those HOWEVER - IF I can't fit into them by month 7 or 8, I can get myself 2. RIGHT?

So with the exception of POSSIBLY a new fatty patty summer dress or two IF NEEDED - I am renewing my goal to buy no more new clothes. I must say that it has been liberating the past 3 months to buy NOTHING and know that I am doing good.