Helpful Cleaning TIps.

Do you hate to clean your bathroom? Is scrubbing the tub the chore that always gets put off because you despise it so? I have a motivational trick that will help you EVERY TIME to get that tub spic and span without hesitation.

Let your two-year-old poop in the bath.

You'll have that thing cleaned out before you can say "Bob's your uncle".

yuck.

Oh, and if you struggle with your bathroom floors, don't put a diaper on said two-year-old when you pull him out of the tub in a hurry to clean it....

He might just finish the job on the floor.

Citizens of Vernal NEVER FEAR!

Cafe Rio is FINALLY HERE!

The World is now a BETTER PLACE.

(and the kids are ALMOST as excited as we are)

Sorry BYU Fans...

I win.

Happy Mom Rule #834

Get yer'self a point and shoot camera (you know the skinny little numbers that fit in your pocket or purse), and take it with you...EVERYWHERE. You will really regret not having your camera with you, for instance, if you happen to go to a wonderful little farmers market and while you are thumping watermelons and admiring black berries the size of golf balls you turn to see your two-year-old half way through the biggest juiciest tomato in the box. And then you will say to the farmer, "Oops sorry about that I guess we'll take that one too," and the farmer will laugh and say, "Nope that one's on the house, but you better get a picture of that Mama!"

And then you will rummage through your purse and remember -

you left the camera at home.

DANG!

Happy Mom Rule # 763 -

NEVER TAKE YOUR KIDS WITH YOU TO THE GROCERY STORE especially if you are shopping for the whole week. Because if you do, you will miss out on the wonderful solitude felt only in a grocery store when you can walk down the isle and pick up any random ingredient and flip through the brain files to see what sort of creative energy this said ingredient can conger up. Falafal...hmmm...I saw that on the Food Network the other day and it looked very interesting, maybe I can throw in some hummus and pita bread too and have a Greek festival...
Instead you will probably experience an ornery 3-year-old lagging 20 paces behind you whining that she wants to go home to make cookies. If that weren't bad enough, your 2-year-old might just drop a jumbo jar of pickles at your feet, smashing it to a million pieces, slicing your toes, and leaving your flip flops to wreak of pickle juice for eternity...if flip flops last that long.

So be a happy mom.

Leave your kids home with dad.

p.s. Pickle juice doesn't feel so great on sliced up toes. Just in case you were wondering.