I just got home from spending a fun day at Rondalee's and as I'm driving home I checked to see when Dayton was headed home. "I'm still golfing." "REALLY?!" "We go through this everytime I go!  You call me at the 9th hole and I say it's going to be another two and a half hours and you're shocked everytime" so true So now we wait for him to get home and I try not to be impatient because really I know its a 5 hour event.  I don't know of many things I do that don't lose my interest after hour number 2, but that's just me!

When we bought our new car a few months ago we got it from the cutest Mexican man and his daughter. When I first got in the car I did what any five year old does and pressed every button in the car to see what it did.  I pressed the cd button and realized they accidently left a cd in the changer and it was a very authentic mexican cd. haha I laughed to myself and left it.  Winsley came and now have a baby Einsteins cd in there for drives when we try and get Winsley to sleep.  I have to turn it up really loud when we play that cd because it's so faint.  Most times I'm not paying attention when the last song finishes and it starts to change over to the Mexican cd.  Before I can reach the front panel it's blasting Mexican music and Winsley starts to wake up. haha I panic and change it as fast as I can!

Yesterday we had a great time at the Phoenix science center with my Mom, little sister Leah, and her two friends.  As we're driving home my Mom and I were talking about guys.  I was telling her a story and she goes "Well that's guys for ya! Chest bumping. Wait, is it chest bumping or chest thumping??" Mommmmmmm

I have to preface this next story.  My mom is the singing type.  When we were little she would wake up my grumpy sister and I by singing.  The BYU, and high school, junior high song fight song (what middle school even has a fight song?!) She does the cheer and everything.  While we're screaming at her to stop she's laughing and dancing in her pajamas hoping we would just get annoyed and get out of bed.  Usually worked. We had a total Saturday Night Live skit moment and not in a good way!  On that same drive home yesterday my mom started singing "We ain't got a barrel of money" One of the songs she used to sing with us when we were little girls.  I start singing with her and then Leah joins in. Leah's friends are in the back nervously laughing trying not to be rude.  After, I tried to reassure them we weren't that family who sings all the time and told them to forget that this ever happened. But I actually think we are that family.

Yesterday, Dayton and I were talking about how there is bound to come a time in Winsley's life where she's going to get all mature and say "My name isn't Winnie it's Winsley!!!" or better yet she's going to try and go by Hattie just to make things even more dramatic.  Liana had 8 names that she wanted to go by growing up. SERIOUSLY 8. I try and make pacts with Wins now that as long as she's not a melodramatic teenager I'll give her endless kisses!! I haven't got a concrete agreement from her yet.