Evan's Career Goal

Well...here it is...Evan's lifetime career goal via another preschool project. This one was posted on the wall for ALL the other moms and dads to see. On the left side of the picture is a chair for his clients. In Evan's left hand is hair gel. Of course, what else would you expect a hair dresser to have in his hand?!

OK, so maybe Evan being a hair dresser isn't exactly what I had planned for my son, but at least I'm not Haley's mom -- Haley wants to be a hula-hooper!

Side comment:
Why does the chair in Evan's picture look exactly like his hand? And would I allow a man with wild googly eyes and hair like THAT do MY hair?

The Sisters (and a Brother Too)

The three Heibel girls on Easter Sunday:
Me, my sister-in-law Robbon (she's married to my brother, Mark) and my sister, Mindy.

I couldn't resist posting this picture too because I think it's SO GOOD of my brother's family.

Evan's Shish-Kabob Recipe

In Evan's preschool class each child was asked to submit their very own recipe for the school "cookbook" and the teachers surprised the parents with a copy. Apparently Ben made quite an impression on Evan a few months ago when he made shish-kabobs with the kids because that's the recipe Evan submitted.

Evan's Shish-Kabobs
"You put all the things you need, in a pattern, on a shish-kabob stick. You can put on chicken and hamburgers and tomatoes, but make sure the tomatoes don't have big holes in the middle. You can also put on bacon and broccoli. You can only put a honey and spice sauce on all the stuff. After you put it on the stick, then you put it in a type of dish made of metal and it has lines on it. You cook it in the stove on warm for five seconds and then you eat it."

Attention future dinner guests:
You're getting shish-kabob's for dinner -- made by Evan! I hope you like your meat a little on the "rare" side.

No Fancy Easter Dresses

No, I don't have any fancy Easter dresses in my house. None. Not one. And yes, it makes me sad, but little Drew in this tie makes me smile.

Evan's Self-Portrait Gift

Evan (5 years) drew this self-portrait for my birthday. According to him it is a "picture of me (Evan) holding Millie (our cat) and there is a string in my other hand. I was going to draw a broom, but it looked like a spider, so I made it into Millie.”

I asked, “Why were you trying to draw a broom in your hand?”

“Because I am sweeping the floor for your birthday.”

The floor never got swept by Evan, but at least he thought of it. And truthfully, I'd rather have this picture than a clean floor.

Fancy Fingernails and Fat

Is it just me or does anyone else love it when their nails look nice?

Over Spring break Whitney and Kaitlin came for a visit -- they are the "tween" daughters of my friend, Cheri. They love taking turns spending the night at our house because they like hanging out with my boys (and of course they love me too -- cough, cough). Lord ONLY knows why?! I'm pretty sure that as a young girl I would NOT have chosen to play with three little boys (unless of course they had a very cute older brother....). Anyway, when they are here, I can come and go as I please and they baby-sit for me; it's like I have an all-day "hall pass." One day I went grocery shopping and ran errands and another day I got a mani/pedi combo at the Asian nail salon just down the road. It was SPRING BREAK for me too thanks to Kaitlin and Whitney!

Ever since my manicure my nails have started to grow in so nicely. For me, pretty fingernails ranks just above a great dinner out and just below a freshly styled salon hair-do. When my nails begin to grow I polish them constantly and...my favorite thing is...clicking them on the counter or the car steering wheel. Why?! I don't know, I just love the sound they make. I think it makes me feel pretty.

Now, when I say that my nails are "growing," I simply mean that I can just barely see the nail tips peeking over my fingertips. I've never had long nails and quite frankly, they would get in my way. One time in my life I had fake nails and I loved them, but they do tend to get in the way of some personal hygiene if they are too long.

Side note: Have you ever noticed that the fatter the woman, the longer the fingernails? Does she think they are like high heels and will make her look thinner? I think there is some of that thinking in me: "If I paint my nails a blazing hot pink, no one will notice the size of my butt."

Now I must go and polish my little fingernails and then click away on the counter.