Thursday, March 31, 2011

Rug Burn or Beauty Mark?

Here comes trouble!

This little boy gets into everything lately.
I get harried voicemail messages from his mother, telling me about recent fiascoes.  Sometimes I listen to them two and three times.  Recently he got into her eyecream, got it all over himself, the floor & walls in a matter of minutes. 

About 9 months ago, I got a voicemail at work where all I can hear is heavy breathing, beeping of the numbers and running - Isaiah had grabbed the phone and hit redial and then when he saw his mom coming, he took off.  I like to listen to it when I need a good laugh at work.

This sweet boy thinks he's a big kid.  He keeps up with them even though his short little legs aren't built for sprinting.  Nothing can slow him down. 

*To answer the Title question -- Rug Burn or Beauty Mark. Isaiah took a dive into the corner of the couch and got a little rug burn in the process.  This kid is tough. 
A regular Rocky in a two year old body.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Mouse in the House

Dad said last night, we have a mouse. I asked where.

On the kitchen table.

Why do you think there's been a mouse on the kitchen table?

Because one of my bananas is gone, and my cereal is open.

Pretty sure Marla was here, Dick.

That's what I figured.

PS Mom & Dad, remember the time when we were little and Reva came out of her bed
and said 'there's a mouse in the house' and you didn't believe her because you thought
she just wanted to stay up late?  And remember when you found out that there really
WAS a mouse in the house and you had to say you were sorry? This could very
well apply to Mom's above story.  Just sayin'.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Random Cute Baby of the Day Post

Oh Baby!

Did you even know how cute babies could be?  I did, because I've got 4 nieces & nephews and one more on the way.  But there's always room for another!

I love all babies!

Photo credit:

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Kids really do have more fun.

Chloe's little face is like an oval. With her smooth skin and high cheek bones. When she smiles, her eyes crinkle so much I can almost see her magical, sparkly world.

Zayah is one big circle. A round solid spectacle to behold. When he gets frustrated or mad, his eyebrows wrinkle up and it makes part of his forehead protrude, suddenly transforming himself into a WWF wrestler.

Jake's wide eyes and facial expressions remind me of a storm on a summer afternoon, happy and lazy, with unpredictable rain showers rumbling on the horizon.
This weekend was filled with
unlimited imagination & spontaniety
with a dash of insanity:

flying kites
going down big slides
checking out the flooding at Huber Park
throwing snowballs
an adventure to Good Will
a reading of Shel Silverstein's poems
drawing jungle animals
raiding the candy isle at Walgreen's
riding bikes and scooters
nap time

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Brene Brown: The power of vulnerability - Inspiring!

Brene Brown: The power of vulnerability Video on

I watched this TED video last night with a few amazing women who've had heart break and overcome things larger than themselves.  I hope it strikes a chord in your heart too.

"To be whole, let yourself break.
To be straight, let yourself bend.
To be full, let yourself be empty.
To be new, let yourself wear out.

To have everything, give everything up.
Knowing others is a kind of knowledge;
Knowing yourself is wisdom.

Conquering others requires strength;
Conquering yourself is true power.
To realize that you have enough is true wealth.
Pushing ahead may succeed,
But staying put brings endurance.

Die without perishing, and find the eternal.
To know that you do not know is strength.
Not knowing that you do not know is a sickness.
The cure begins with the recognition of the sickness.

Knowing what is permanent: enlightenment.
Not knowing what is permanent: disaster.
Knowing what is permanent opens the mind.
Open mind, open heart.
Open heart, magnanimity."

~Tao Te Ching

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Man in a Box. Only at Mall of America.

"There's a place for fun in your life, Mall of America!"
Get this, guy living at MOA for one month, encouraging people to be active.  Everyone can see what he eats, how he exercises, how he sleeps... thankfully the bathroom is private.

Do you think this guy is going to associate the Mall of America with fun after his 30 day stint of being in a glass box in front of thousands of people?

I don't think so.

I'd do it though -- for one month -- and eat twinkies and chocolates and jump on the bed.  It would also be fun to have like 10 friends in there and we could play games and make fun of people who walk by.  The possibilities are endless.

And, of course, there is a webcam.  It's kind of fascinating. I just saw the guy throw a piece of paper in the garbage can! 2 points!

PS  the latest post...

Monday, March 21, 2011

I. Cannot. Get. Enough.

Every night before I go to bed, I click on 'When Parents Text' and I just cackle and cackle and then I go to sleep. 

Newest favorites:
Mom: Alright so dad just guzzled a huge beer and I am drinking a margarita and since we do not drink and drive, y’all have to come get us. Thx!

Me: Ooooh my gosh. When?

Mom: Idk. We’ll text ya. Maybe an hour. Dad is doing karaoke
Dad: Miss you…..Are the hamsters alright? I was worried. Did you allow them access to the wheel 4 the ride back? I miss the hamsters already.

Dad: Are they coming home 4 Easter? Your mother was very worried..about the hamsters…..Love ya…..Hamster update as soon as possible

Me: YES THE HAMSTERS ARE FINE, would you like to talk to them? I can have them call you after they’re done wheeling.

Dad: Please……only when they’re done wheeling

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Hello Pot? It's Kettle, You're black.

From: Richard 
Sent: Thursday, March 17, 2011 9:12 AM
To: Jana
Subject: Re: hey dad

We have what you call a "pot stirrer" in the family.

----- Original Message -----

From: Jana
To: Richard
Sent: Thursday, March 17, 2011 9:06 AM
Subject: FW: hey dad

WHAT IS THIS?????????????????

From: Marla
Sent: Thursday, March 17, 2011 7:53 AM
To: Jana
Subject: FW: hey dad


From: Richard 
Sent: Wednesday, March 16, 2011 7:51 PM
To: Marla
Subject: Re: hey dad

OK lets do it - but we can't tell Jana

----- Original Message -----

From: Marla 
To: Richard
Sent: Wednesday, March 16, 2011 3:44 PM
Subject: RE: hey dad

Hey I want to go to BIG BOWL one of these nights next week for dinner.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Dream Bedroom

I think it needs a rug underneath because
that floor doesn't look very welcoming.
But I love the colors and the feel of the room.
Kind of reminds me of the scene in the King's Speech.
(excellent movie by the way, royally excellent).

Monday, March 14, 2011

Get a Rope

Want to know about the newest craze in Kucera household?

Would you like to know how to never lose your remote ever, ever again?

How about finding out ways to coordinate duct tape with the decor in your bedroom?If yes, then this idea is all for you: 

"Oh No he didn't!"

Please note the duct tape.
He duct taped
the rope
to the bedpost. 

If you want your very own rope installed on your bedpost, call my dad at 1-800-redneck and he'll be out to see ya
after he kills some squirrels in the backyard for our dinner.

Friday, March 11, 2011

My Missionary Barbie has a First Name

It's M   A   R   L   A

Notice anything different about this Barbie?  You might not be able to see the small print but there is a name tag and it says "Sister Kucera".  There is also a CTR ring on the right hand.  And how about that Book of Mormon velcroed to the dress?  There are so many things I love about this Barbie. 

My dear friend Jill made it for me and sent it to me during my mission in California.  It came in a box, labeled Missionary Barbie.  She made the clothes herself - totally dig the daisies and the belt - and she made pretty much everything else except the actual doll itself.  Not only did she make the doll, she decorated the box and wrote a description of what Missionary Barbie can do.  One of my favorite lines was "Watch Missionary Barbie as she slaps Elder Ken" or something like that ...

However, when I took it for Show & Tell for one of District meetings, the Elders didn't think it was as funny as I did and that was kind of awkward.  Maybe they didn't expect one of the show & tell items to be a Barbie doll.  Who knows.  Or maybe they were just jealous that no one made them a Missionary Barbie (or should I say KEN). I guess I'll never know.

Thursday, March 10, 2011


This baby's expressions are
priceless.  Priceless! 
I  seriously want to adopt her.


Favorite lines from most recent episode Cultish Personality:

"Booyah!" - Maw Maw (Cloris Leachman) plays hide and seek the entire episode, hiding under lampshades while sneaking peanuts from the dish on the coffee table.

Virginia:  Jimmy.  Last time you totally got sucked
into that Josh Groban cult. 
Jimmy:  No I didn't! I swear to Josh... I mean...

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

How about some vintage Lisa Frank folks?

When Reva saves up enough cashola, she's buying...


So take a look, relive your childhood, and bid high!  I love how organized her stuff is.  She's been like that ever since she was little. 

I had to admit, I had a touch of nostalgia.  As kids, we loved stickers.  Loved them.  We spent many hours in St. Paul Book & Stationary (which incidently, did not have books nor was it located in St. Paul) and Different Drummer.  Such lovely memories.

PS Reva -- speaking of Lisa Frank, I bet there's an APP for that and - just a hunch here - bet it includes unicorns & rainbows too.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Leave the Easy Bake Oven on the Shelf...

and dust off the fondue set instead.

Next project with the kiddos is planned. 
Might be a teensy bit messy.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Thanksgiving Daily

"Saying thank you is more than good manners.
It is good spirituality."
- Alfred Painter

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Kid Stuff

You know what? Despicable Me was a pretty cute movie.

He calls the little girl "Happy Meal" at some point.

I turn to Jake & Chloe and say:

I'm going to call you guys Happy Meal from now on.

To which Chloe replies innocently:  Are you going to eat us?

I guess they know how much I like Happy Meals.

Yesterday, after the movie, Jake, Chloe, Zayah & me seized the day.  I've been telling them all winter we were going to build a fort on the deck with all that ridiculous snow.  Seeing the sunshine and the light bouncing off the sparkling snow was more than I could resist.  I rethought it after only a few minutes of trying to get the children dressed in their snowclothes.  Chloe was crying because we couldn't find her pink snowpants.  Zayah's forehead was all crinkled because he was insisting on wearing tennis shoes instead of snow boots.  Jake was running around trying to help everyone.  Finally, by some kind of miracle, we were ready. 

We stepped out on to the deck... and started being kids.  Real kids.  The kind of kids who don't care if their fingers are falling off and they can't feel their toes. The kind of kids who stay on the ground in the wet snow after making snow angels to look up at the blue sky.  The kind of kids that are light hearted and free from worry. 

To the neighbors that witnessed this yelling and jumping and general atmosphere of rowdiness, I regret nothing. 

We were just being kids.

*Why no photos?  Because when you are seizing the day, there is only enough time to enjoy the moment.  I hope I remember this day when I'm 80.  And I will smile.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Two scoops of crazy with a side of coo-coo-cachoo

Does it seem like the world is going crazy? 

Here's a few examples I've noticed:

  • Road rage.  People on the roads seem extra pissed off lately. 
  • Charlie Sheen.  Self explanatory.
  • The price of diet coke has dropped very low but everything else is high.
  • The weird snow storms.
  • Many people either a) dying or b) waking up with cancer.
  • This clip isn't as funny anymore as it actually IS the Libyans.
  • Russel Hantz got voted off of Survivor.
  • Reruns of Vampire Diaries and Grey's Anatomy in the middle of March?!
  • My neighborhood is quiet and I haven't had to call 911 in awhile.
  • I got to the bottom of my laundry basket.
  • A truck rolled over and went Hog Wild.