Life Is Not Fair. Period.

Life is not fair. My mother has spoken that very profound phrase to me for as long as I can remember. But somehow knowing that is true did not make walking in on this any easier. One of the older boys opened the fridge and left it open. Max found the eggs and the rest is history. Of course once they saw the disaster my two partners in crime had to come check it out. I have child locks on every cabinet. My fridge has locks on it, my pantry door locks. All this is done in hopes of preventing a catastrophe. But somehow my children always out smart me. I had to pee ok? Can I not even go to the bathroom with out something like this happening? Once again it was, "Get the camera, or break down and cry". Obviously I chose to get the camera. Clean up was just the funnest!! Slimy eggs slipping into each crevice and seam in my hardwood floors. It took what seemed like hours to clean up, and then I had the thought, "SALMONELLA!!!" So I then wiped down the whole thing in bleach water. Just as I was ready to have that break down and cry Spenc made me smile. He came down the stairs and told me how hard he worked on his hair. I'll let that image speak for itself.

Halloween is here!

So here we are all dressed up for another Halloween. This is one of my favorite Holidays! I was feeling a bit cheap this year so I decided to reuse my Snow White costume, and lo and behold, I realized I had my very own Dopey!! I checked every website and every pattern hoping to find a Dopey costume, bit I had no no no luck. I finally resorted to Savers. I bought a womans sweater, shortened the arms, sewed on wooden buttons and patches. I found a hat (yes I know its not the right color) that pushed his ears out, and since I couldn't find big rubber ears anywhere I thought the hat would do. It ended up being perfect. He looked just like Dopey.

At the ward party the little girls squealed when they saw me. They just knew that I was the real Snow White, and asked to have their pictures taken with me. It was honestly so fun. How would that be to have a job being Snow White and do nothing but make little girls smile and giggle all day? What a job.

Isaac was a nerd. He looked awesome. He actually looked just like Alfalfa from the show 'Little Rascals'. Davis was a wonderful, very scary skeleton, and Spencer was true to himself and went with the title of Hip-Hop-Dancer. Tim was busy scrambling ingredients together for his famous Chile and at the last minute ran out of time to get his costume ready. I introduced him as "Hottie Hubby", but he seemed to think it was funnier to say "psychopathic wife beater" Ok.........?

It was a great night with lots of really great costumes. And of course we get to do it again two more times before the month is up!!

Grandma Helen

Grandma is having a tough time right now. She has been slipping further and further from us for quite some time. She has been refusing to eat which has completely depleted her level of potassium. She was found collapsed on her apartment floor and then rushed to the hospital. She was later moved to the nursing home under hospice care. Although she is refusing to eat Tim and Bryan did a pretty good job of convincing her to eat some Twix and some Butterfinger. Grandma was always a softie for the sweets. She was barely coherent when we first visited her in hospice. She was unable to read the 500 notes Tim kept writing her (Thanks Tim :) ) . But when I left for a moment she turned to Tim, Bryan and Melissa and told each of them one by one that she loved them. We asked her how old she was and she simply stated, "Fourty Six". Grandma could hardly make out a word we said, but she still cracked a few jokes. It made us all laugh. Tim and I took the kids to go see her on Monday night. She was actually doing much better. She understood what was being said and knew who we were. Grandpa was with us. I think that really calmed her nerves. I love her so much. I want her to be able to stop being miserable. I want her to be able to move on and progress to a place where she can run and hear, and be silly and laugh. I think that if she is waiting for something, that she is more likely waiting for someone. I think she is waiting to see Bonnie. Bonnie will be here soon. I believe we all need closure. My Grandma waited weeks before passing on just to say good bye to her son. Maybe this is also the case here. :)

My Little "Men"

Like father like son....s. Isaac came into our bedroom on Sunday morning and asked to wear one of Tim's ties. Tim said sure and tied it beautifully for him (the underside tucked down into his pants about 6 inches). Pretty soon Spencer calmly walked into the closet and began eying the ties. He carefully picked one out and said that he needed a church tie. Last, but certainly not least, came Davis. He too looked though all of Tim's ties and picked one out. I finally went down stairs to find all of my little boys (and one big one) dressed in their Sunday best and all in daddy's ties. These shots are priceless!

Hey Timmy you're so fine! You're so fine you blow my mind! Hey Timmy! Hey, Hey, Hey Timmy!

I know what you are all thinking, but just stop it!! This finely dressed man is all mine. Shortly after we were first married I discovered something that I had never imagined possible: My husband, my beautiful perfect husband insisted on wearing basketball shorts, with church socks and his shiny church shoes. This outfit, believe it or not, is actually new to the Cella household: Superman "T" shirt with slacks and church shoes. How was I to know it could ever be this good? Here's to you babe!

My little helper

So, for many of you this may be a repeat, but since i haven't actually posted this to my blog I am going to go ahead and show this again. Max is just shy of 15 months old. My painter was working on painting the bathroom so I set up the baby gate. The last thing I wanted was for my kids to be in there with 20 questions for him while he was trying to work. I was installing a new light fixture and needed some help, so the painter (Mario) was kind enough to oblige me. It only took a few minutes. When he went back into the bathroom all I heard was, "Oh my Gosh! Oh my Gosh! Oh my Gosh!" Poor guy. Davis had pushed down the baby gate and this is what we found!:

Spencer's First Day Of Pre School

Spencer started preschool last month. He was so excited. He has talked about this for the past six months non-stop. He made sure he looked "cool". I had to spike his hair the right way and make sure his clothes were the cool ones, not the not cool ones. And we absolutely had to have his backpack ready. He felt so big and grown-up as we walked into the school that day. He just beamed with pride and excitement. Davis was very excited for Spencer's big day too. He also made sure his hair was combed just right, and that he had on "good" clothes. He too made sure that his back pack was ready.
Spencer had no problem saying good bye to me. He gave me a gigantic hug and just said, "see ya later, mom". Then he was gone. Davis didn't take that so well. I tried to prepare him for Spencer's leaving, but I just couldn't get him to understand. He was heartbroken. My heart broke a little too.

I am a Blogger???

Well, I guess I am officially in the world of blogging. I am semi retarded when it comes to stuff like this. I actually created this blog site in March of 2008, but as you can see, I have done nothing with it, until now (much thanks to my beautiful Wendy!!). I am really hoping that I can actually maintain this and have some follow through, something I have really been focusing on lately. This is for all of my wonderful friends and dear family. I hope this keeps you up to date with the latest happenings in my crazy world.