I promised my next post would be positive, didn't I? I suspected things had been hard for so long that they would have to be better soon :D
Good things today:
I have been able to breathe through my nose again for most of the day, and Nana didn't snore last night, so her cold must be leaving as well.
I got to eat a key-lime pie yogurt. I LOVE yogurt. We haven't been able to go grocery shopping for maybe two months (as in I've sent Robert out for the basics, but not much else). It's so nice to have a fresh stock.
Last night one of the cashiers at CVS wouldn't let me return a DVD, because she questioned my integrity (thought I was trying to return it for more money than I paid. What?!! I had the receipt). I was pretty shaken up, but today I talked with a manager and she returned it, no problem--and I was able to use up all of my ecb's on all of the things I wanted/needed to get :D
Nana, me and Enoch all took a nap today. . . at the same time!
Robert is gone for the evening again--this time he's going out with the missionaries after school and choir. That boy sure likes to keep busy. . . but I think we're gonna be able to handle it a lot better tonight (not like last night when he went to the gym). I'm gonna make dinner while the kids are still asleep, and we'll all have a movie night.
The house is rELaTivEly clean--I'm about to clean it some more right now.
Well. . . maybe that's not the MOST positive post ever, but I really am happy right now, and that's a huge improvement :D
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Wow, I'm Emotional
Well, I tried to call my mom to complain to her, but it was kind of hard to say anything--she was really excited about geneaology, and I had to go take care of the mess the kids were making before she finished telling me about her stuff. So. . . I'll just complain here :D You guys are used to it, right?
I'll spare you Saturday. This will already be too long.
I woke up feeling pretty sick at 3ish am Sunday morning. I gargled with generic listerine, went back to bed, and felt a little better. We have really late church, so I took my time to get ready. I scanned and printed some pictures from the friend for Nana to color, got the kids dressed, and Robert got together a diaper bag. The kids were also feeling ill, but I had responsibilities for primary, and Robert had to play the organ, so we decided that Robert would take them home after sacrament and I would stay for primary and another meeting.
That was the plan.
We took two cars up, and got there 20 minutes early. I was glad to see that the Hunters had already started setting up chairs and were finishing up. I went to the bathroom to try and pull myself together and put something on under my eyes to hide how tired I looked. Just as I was finishing, Enoch decided to climb in the sink and turn the water on himself. His pants were soaked. It looked like he had had the worst imaginable accident. Ughhh. . . well, I took off his pants and left his only-half-soaked tights on (yes, we put our little boy in tights--his dress pants are so thin).
We made our way to the front pew. Nana and I sat down, but Enoch wanted to help the priesthood put out the sacrament--and he screamed each time I picked him up. What?!! He's never done that so much in public before. I went up on the stand to tell Robert we would be in the back. . . but we were only there long enough for wonderful Jolyne to offer Enoch some "maroon" leggings (THANK YOU, JOLYNE). Enoch continued to scream, and we continued to find less conspicuous places to sit. We ended up in the RS room, where Enoch took off the "newsletter" folder, losing a thumbtack (yup, that was us). I got down on my hands and knees (which is getting harder to do every day) to look for the other thumbtack while both of my children escaped the room and started running and squealing all down the halls. I think that's when I lost it. I never did find the thumbtack--I hope it didn't hurt anybody.
It took me awhile to get both of the kids together again, but when I did, all I could do is tell them we were leaving. (We never even had time to get the crayons out.) I put on their coats and gathered all of our things (actually Robert found some of the toys we left later, so not ALL of our things) and started heading out the door. That's when Robert caught me. He convinced me to stay. (He's amazing, and can get so much more done than I can--I think he thinks I should be able to do as much as him--and I should, but I don't). Anyways, he said he'd take care of the kids (they both needed diapers right then. . . that's right. . . I couldn't believe it either). He left Nana with me, and I sat in the dark RS room as she ran out into the sunny foyer to do a little dance. I was too frustrated to care. I was just trying not to cry (darn hormones).
Well, my godsend came in. Lacey was heading toward the mother's room and could tell I wasn't doing so well. She sat by me and told me that she would be able to handle primary, so I could go on home. I really hope she was okay by herself. I feel bad that I had to go. Robert came back with Enoch, and I did go home--with the kids. I'm not sure I was stable enough to drive, but we made it safely home--with Nana crying the whole way for Daddy and for juice (I kept giving her juice on the ride home from the temple Sat, but there wasn't any left). I put a chicken in to roast (I didn't worry about spices, so it was a little bland), monkeyed with the winkflash pictures for the ward valentine dance (you can too--we finally got them up), got Nana some juice (She was really cute--she kept bringing me two cups to fill, one for her and one for me--then she'd get two more. . . of course it wasn't as cute when I found out that she was taking them out of the sink instead of out of the dishwasher like I'd thought), called my mom (as I mentioned), and found the kids swimming in a pile of chocolate syrup on the kitchen floor, and drinking a cup full of the same. They were so cute, especially Eenie with his chocolate goatee, that I ran and got the camera. I was still on the phone with my mom through all of this (she probably would have let me go earlier if she knew what the kids were doing), so I couldn't handle the camera as well. It fell on the floor and broke. That's right. . . that's the second camera in less than a quarter--at least this one was only 60$. The words from the phone at that moment, 'The blessings that have come to our family as a result of doing this geneaology. . . ' That's when I had to say goodbye. I put the kids in the bath and started washing the chocolate out when Daddy came home. He asked me what I was doing when the kids got into the chocolate, and I lost it again. He finished dinner and helped get the kids out of the tub. I spent the rest of the evening getting stains out and fixing the camera (I think I fixed it--we'll see). I hope I never have to lose it so much in one day again--my eyes hurt, and it doesn't help my runny nose.
Okay.
I promise my next post will be a happy post.
I'll spare you Saturday. This will already be too long.
I woke up feeling pretty sick at 3ish am Sunday morning. I gargled with generic listerine, went back to bed, and felt a little better. We have really late church, so I took my time to get ready. I scanned and printed some pictures from the friend for Nana to color, got the kids dressed, and Robert got together a diaper bag. The kids were also feeling ill, but I had responsibilities for primary, and Robert had to play the organ, so we decided that Robert would take them home after sacrament and I would stay for primary and another meeting.
That was the plan.
We took two cars up, and got there 20 minutes early. I was glad to see that the Hunters had already started setting up chairs and were finishing up. I went to the bathroom to try and pull myself together and put something on under my eyes to hide how tired I looked. Just as I was finishing, Enoch decided to climb in the sink and turn the water on himself. His pants were soaked. It looked like he had had the worst imaginable accident. Ughhh. . . well, I took off his pants and left his only-half-soaked tights on (yes, we put our little boy in tights--his dress pants are so thin).
We made our way to the front pew. Nana and I sat down, but Enoch wanted to help the priesthood put out the sacrament--and he screamed each time I picked him up. What?!! He's never done that so much in public before. I went up on the stand to tell Robert we would be in the back. . . but we were only there long enough for wonderful Jolyne to offer Enoch some "maroon" leggings (THANK YOU, JOLYNE). Enoch continued to scream, and we continued to find less conspicuous places to sit. We ended up in the RS room, where Enoch took off the "newsletter" folder, losing a thumbtack (yup, that was us). I got down on my hands and knees (which is getting harder to do every day) to look for the other thumbtack while both of my children escaped the room and started running and squealing all down the halls. I think that's when I lost it. I never did find the thumbtack--I hope it didn't hurt anybody.
It took me awhile to get both of the kids together again, but when I did, all I could do is tell them we were leaving. (We never even had time to get the crayons out.) I put on their coats and gathered all of our things (actually Robert found some of the toys we left later, so not ALL of our things) and started heading out the door. That's when Robert caught me. He convinced me to stay. (He's amazing, and can get so much more done than I can--I think he thinks I should be able to do as much as him--and I should, but I don't). Anyways, he said he'd take care of the kids (they both needed diapers right then. . . that's right. . . I couldn't believe it either). He left Nana with me, and I sat in the dark RS room as she ran out into the sunny foyer to do a little dance. I was too frustrated to care. I was just trying not to cry (darn hormones).
Well, my godsend came in. Lacey was heading toward the mother's room and could tell I wasn't doing so well. She sat by me and told me that she would be able to handle primary, so I could go on home. I really hope she was okay by herself. I feel bad that I had to go. Robert came back with Enoch, and I did go home--with the kids. I'm not sure I was stable enough to drive, but we made it safely home--with Nana crying the whole way for Daddy and for juice (I kept giving her juice on the ride home from the temple Sat, but there wasn't any left). I put a chicken in to roast (I didn't worry about spices, so it was a little bland), monkeyed with the winkflash pictures for the ward valentine dance (you can too--we finally got them up), got Nana some juice (She was really cute--she kept bringing me two cups to fill, one for her and one for me--then she'd get two more. . . of course it wasn't as cute when I found out that she was taking them out of the sink instead of out of the dishwasher like I'd thought), called my mom (as I mentioned), and found the kids swimming in a pile of chocolate syrup on the kitchen floor, and drinking a cup full of the same. They were so cute, especially Eenie with his chocolate goatee, that I ran and got the camera. I was still on the phone with my mom through all of this (she probably would have let me go earlier if she knew what the kids were doing), so I couldn't handle the camera as well. It fell on the floor and broke. That's right. . . that's the second camera in less than a quarter--at least this one was only 60$. The words from the phone at that moment, 'The blessings that have come to our family as a result of doing this geneaology. . . ' That's when I had to say goodbye. I put the kids in the bath and started washing the chocolate out when Daddy came home. He asked me what I was doing when the kids got into the chocolate, and I lost it again. He finished dinner and helped get the kids out of the tub. I spent the rest of the evening getting stains out and fixing the camera (I think I fixed it--we'll see). I hope I never have to lose it so much in one day again--my eyes hurt, and it doesn't help my runny nose.
Okay.
I promise my next post will be a happy post.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Does the Madness Ever Stop?!
(*Exhasperation)
I just had a great day with Joanna and Enoch. Enoch took a long nap, and didn't climb onto nearly as many things as he usually does. Joanna and I played all morning. We cut shapes out of playdough, made thank-you cards for Enoch's party (finally), swung in the hammock in the basement, and a bunch of other stuff. She ate most of her lunch and all of her breakfast. She was polite and helped play with Enoch. She even accepted "no" from me when she asked for candy. . . I thought since I gave her so much attention today, we would have a great day. Hmmmmm. . .
Joanna just spilled an entire (as in I only washed Eenie once, otherwise it was full) bottle of baby shampoo all over the tub and the bathroom floor, which I have yet to clean up. I'm really upset, and Robert will come home and be upset. She did it while I was dressing Enoch after his bath, so I didn't get the shampoo out of her reach. If it weren't for the resale value of our home, I'd be seriously considering gutting the bathrooms and fixing a hose over the drain in the basement for all of our sanitary needs! I wouldn't even have to potty train Nana--just stick her naked in the basement every hour or so until she figured it out. It's times like these that I really wish ___________________________. Well, there's a couple of things I wish, actually. My biggest one might be. . . I wish Robert were here.
I just had a great day with Joanna and Enoch. Enoch took a long nap, and didn't climb onto nearly as many things as he usually does. Joanna and I played all morning. We cut shapes out of playdough, made thank-you cards for Enoch's party (finally), swung in the hammock in the basement, and a bunch of other stuff. She ate most of her lunch and all of her breakfast. She was polite and helped play with Enoch. She even accepted "no" from me when she asked for candy. . . I thought since I gave her so much attention today, we would have a great day. Hmmmmm. . .
Joanna just spilled an entire (as in I only washed Eenie once, otherwise it was full) bottle of baby shampoo all over the tub and the bathroom floor, which I have yet to clean up. I'm really upset, and Robert will come home and be upset. She did it while I was dressing Enoch after his bath, so I didn't get the shampoo out of her reach. If it weren't for the resale value of our home, I'd be seriously considering gutting the bathrooms and fixing a hose over the drain in the basement for all of our sanitary needs! I wouldn't even have to potty train Nana--just stick her naked in the basement every hour or so until she figured it out. It's times like these that I really wish ___________________________. Well, there's a couple of things I wish, actually. My biggest one might be. . . I wish Robert were here.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Just bite the outside and put the top left corner under your lip. . .
My kids don't use binkies. Believe me, I wish they did--at least when they were infants. Every once in awhile (like four times a year) Nana will pop one in her mouth, just to be silly. One day Enoch was teething and so I wondered if maybe a passy would help him. He makes me laugh so hard. This is the way he preferred to hold it in his mouth. 
I kept trying to get him to do it the "right" way, but he liked it this way. He was very happy with it, but hasn't touched it again after a few hours. I can be glad, I guess.Friday, February 20, 2009
6 Things Tag
I can't resist a good game of tag. It makes me think of gradeschool a little. Thanks, Cicely.
1- Post the rules on your blog.
2- List 6 random things about yourself.
3- Tag 6 people at the end of your post.
4- Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
Six random things:
1. When I was in gradeschool I used to spend hours in the nurses office/bathroom trying to stop bloody noses (my own, of course). I would get them at least once a month. I had my nose cauterized like three times to "treat" them. It wasn't very effective. When they got really bad, my dad, also the principal/superintendent of schools (depending on what grade you're talking about), would come to my classroom, have me lie down on the floor and he would kick me really hard in my bare feet. It hurt. I know pretty much every remedy for bloody noses, and that one works the best--all your blood rushes down to your feet instead of out your nose. I prefer submerging my nose in water until it stops, though. Yeah. . . that's much nicer.
2. In kindergarten, the boys liked to tease all of the girls about how they were "kissy killers." I'm guessing that meant they thought girls just wanted to kiss them, so they should avoid girls at all costs (except to taunt them, of course). I got really tired of it, and one day I chased down a boy that was teasing me (his name is Scottie Montgomery) on the playground, somehow we ended up under a table in the classroom with all of the lights off (I think maybe I found him hiding there). I tackled him to the ground, and laid one on him (I don't remember if I got his lips or just his cheek). He told on me to the principal, but the principal was also my primary teacher, and she knew what was up, so I never got into trouble (and thankfully I never became the exclusive "kissy killer" on the playground--that would've been awful). My next kiss was over the alter in the Manti temple, and it was MUCH more awkward. For example, all of the lights were on ;D
3. We used to have church in my family's dining room--it was a little disruptive when my dog got loose, and the missionaries (when we finally got them) had to sit on the stairs so the little kids wouldn't go into our bedrooms. For a very long time, I was the only person (besides the branch president) with an official calling (I was chorister), and I even had that calling a few months before the branch president was called! Things functioned a little differently in Stanley. I'll have to post more about this later. I don't think you'd believe everything that went on with that branch. . . it was quite the comical experience.
4. I am super scared of hanging people--like to the point where I wonder if I saw something when I was really little that I'm mentally suppressing. There's a towel hanging over my bedroom door, and I will have to remove it before I am able to sleep. I don't like to walk under trees--especially at night--because I'm afraid I'll be walking under a. . . I can't even bring myself to type it. (*Shudder). I'm going to have nightmares tonight.
5. I've been to four different high schools. The hornets (technically I wasn't in the HS then, but all of the grades were in the same building), the panthers, the orioles, and the warriors. None of them had the same colors. And none of them included the color purple (quite the disappointment). All of them were contained in one or two buildings except the warriors--my favorite school ever!
6. When I was 16, My parent's had a cafe. We worked hard to clean it up and remodel it (the previous owner used it to store his many possessions, and it was pretty filthy). There was a 50's theme. The waitresses wore poodle skirts, and there were pictures of cars on the walls, a juke box and a black and white tiled floor with a red barstool--oh, and a BEAUTIFUL stainless steel soda fountain. We worked in it (all day long). Becky was a waitress, so she would get tips (sometimes 50$ a day), and she was allowed to keep them. I was the cook. No tips--even though I would have to pour a coffee and clear a table pretty often. I complained enough that my dad started paying me 10$ a week. I don't think we could've afforded that, though. I wish I hadn't complained. I didn't really need to buy anything. So much drama in that place!
I tag some family with six letters in their name--Robert, Beckah, Rodney (:D=Dad), Rachel, Machel, and Cheryl
1- Post the rules on your blog.
2- List 6 random things about yourself.
3- Tag 6 people at the end of your post.
4- Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
Six random things:
1. When I was in gradeschool I used to spend hours in the nurses office/bathroom trying to stop bloody noses (my own, of course). I would get them at least once a month. I had my nose cauterized like three times to "treat" them. It wasn't very effective. When they got really bad, my dad, also the principal/superintendent of schools (depending on what grade you're talking about), would come to my classroom, have me lie down on the floor and he would kick me really hard in my bare feet. It hurt. I know pretty much every remedy for bloody noses, and that one works the best--all your blood rushes down to your feet instead of out your nose. I prefer submerging my nose in water until it stops, though. Yeah. . . that's much nicer.
2. In kindergarten, the boys liked to tease all of the girls about how they were "kissy killers." I'm guessing that meant they thought girls just wanted to kiss them, so they should avoid girls at all costs (except to taunt them, of course). I got really tired of it, and one day I chased down a boy that was teasing me (his name is Scottie Montgomery) on the playground, somehow we ended up under a table in the classroom with all of the lights off (I think maybe I found him hiding there). I tackled him to the ground, and laid one on him (I don't remember if I got his lips or just his cheek). He told on me to the principal, but the principal was also my primary teacher, and she knew what was up, so I never got into trouble (and thankfully I never became the exclusive "kissy killer" on the playground--that would've been awful). My next kiss was over the alter in the Manti temple, and it was MUCH more awkward. For example, all of the lights were on ;D
3. We used to have church in my family's dining room--it was a little disruptive when my dog got loose, and the missionaries (when we finally got them) had to sit on the stairs so the little kids wouldn't go into our bedrooms. For a very long time, I was the only person (besides the branch president) with an official calling (I was chorister), and I even had that calling a few months before the branch president was called! Things functioned a little differently in Stanley. I'll have to post more about this later. I don't think you'd believe everything that went on with that branch. . . it was quite the comical experience.
4. I am super scared of hanging people--like to the point where I wonder if I saw something when I was really little that I'm mentally suppressing. There's a towel hanging over my bedroom door, and I will have to remove it before I am able to sleep. I don't like to walk under trees--especially at night--because I'm afraid I'll be walking under a. . . I can't even bring myself to type it. (*Shudder). I'm going to have nightmares tonight.
5. I've been to four different high schools. The hornets (technically I wasn't in the HS then, but all of the grades were in the same building), the panthers, the orioles, and the warriors. None of them had the same colors. And none of them included the color purple (quite the disappointment). All of them were contained in one or two buildings except the warriors--my favorite school ever!
6. When I was 16, My parent's had a cafe. We worked hard to clean it up and remodel it (the previous owner used it to store his many possessions, and it was pretty filthy). There was a 50's theme. The waitresses wore poodle skirts, and there were pictures of cars on the walls, a juke box and a black and white tiled floor with a red barstool--oh, and a BEAUTIFUL stainless steel soda fountain. We worked in it (all day long). Becky was a waitress, so she would get tips (sometimes 50$ a day), and she was allowed to keep them. I was the cook. No tips--even though I would have to pour a coffee and clear a table pretty often. I complained enough that my dad started paying me 10$ a week. I don't think we could've afforded that, though. I wish I hadn't complained. I didn't really need to buy anything. So much drama in that place!
I tag some family with six letters in their name--Robert, Beckah, Rodney (:D=Dad), Rachel, Machel, and Cheryl
Hurray for Insomnia
Last night Robert and I had a bad case of insomnia--Him because he had school issues on the brain, me because I kept having to get up to use the bathroom. Anyway, both of us were up from about 4:30 to 6am. I would usually be annoyed, but it was AWESOME! I never get time to talk to Robert anymore (I'm always trying to get him to sit by me and just talk, but he jumps at every little sound the kids make--he's an extremely attentive father), but I had him all to myself last night. It was great to just be goofy again. We talked about some important things, too--like how it's probably best to just ignore people trying to get into a debate about why their views are moral and open-minded, and people that disagree with them are not. Other than that. . . I think I drew a tattoo on his arm (it says I 'heart' ALICE), doodled some storm troopers/jedi knights/Darth Vader (Darth is pretty hard to draw, and all of my storm troopers had the helmet of Bobo Phat [is that how you say his name?], but whatever), then we had some fun with the words "junk", "garbage", and the phrase, "You can't trash talk a garbageman's daughter," which, apparently, is something I told him during my Dad's stint with waste management. I don't remember saying it at all. I hope we both get insomnia again tonight. Maybe Robert will come up with another hilarious saying that he thinks I said ;D. Lo0O0ove you, Honey.
BTW, does anyone know the name of the girl in the song "Hey ___ ___, You're a fine girl (such a fine girl), what a good wife you would be--but my life, my love, my lady, is the sea. Dododo dodo dodododo." Robert thought it was "Brandy," is that right? Speaking of Dodo. . . Enoch stinks really bad. Bye.
BTW, does anyone know the name of the girl in the song "Hey ___ ___, You're a fine girl (such a fine girl), what a good wife you would be--but my life, my love, my lady, is the sea. Dododo dodo dodododo." Robert thought it was "Brandy," is that right? Speaking of Dodo. . . Enoch stinks really bad. Bye.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Has it really been just over a year? It feels like so long ago. I really want another one of these. No, I mean like RIGHT NOW! (Eenie looks kind of mad in this picture ;D) I wonder if we'll have another redhead. I didn't want a redheaded boy, because I always thought they looked funny. In fact, I told Robert that if Enoch had red hair, we'd have to change his name to something more common--he'd be teased enough for his hair without a weird name. Obviously I lost that argument ;D. I totally love his hair, though. I think redheaded boys are my favorite now.
I Am So Happy
People are really great.
My husband is letting me have the computer (the one with internet) today so I can catch up on school.
There are so many people at church that take care of any and every little need that we don't even always realize we could use. (I wonder if I'll ever know what all of the callings people can hold are.)
We have so many great friends that are so fun to be with.
There are so many people in the ward that care about how I'm feeling. . .
(Hopefully I was able to clear up that stupid post I wrote, too)
My mom called me today. . .
Eenie's asleep and Nana's playing quietly.
Yup, I can live like this.
My husband is letting me have the computer (the one with internet) today so I can catch up on school.
There are so many people at church that take care of any and every little need that we don't even always realize we could use. (I wonder if I'll ever know what all of the callings people can hold are.)
We have so many great friends that are so fun to be with.
There are so many people in the ward that care about how I'm feeling. . .
(Hopefully I was able to clear up that stupid post I wrote, too)
My mom called me today. . .
Eenie's asleep and Nana's playing quietly.
Yup, I can live like this.
Oh My Goodness
I feel like such a spazz today. (I'm pretty sure spazz is a word, but I'm too lazy to look it up right now). Enoch has started to become a lot more independent in the last month, and I just haven't adjusted to giving him as much attention as he needs to stay out of trouble. It's even worse when we aren't at home. He likes to explore more than I remember Nana did.
Last night we had a good FHE. Robert played on the floor with the kids and we read the Ensign article "The Functional Family." If you haven't read it yet, it's really good. It wasn't the most age-appropriate for the children, but it was nice for us parents :D--it helps the kids out in the end, right? Next time we'll make something the kids can color or something. It's so fun when you know they understand a gospel principle. Enoch knows who Jesus is--he points to his pictures, and Nana knows about the temple and so many other things. It makes me happy :D.
I am so happy with Nana's nursery teachers. She loves nursery soooo much. She learns a lot, too. Often she comes home from nursery with a mini book that she's colored, and she'll tell me about the pictures. She's already learning so much about the gospel and she's not quite three! I love it. Thank you nursery leaders! You guys rock! I can't wait until Enoch gets to go, too. He already loves to color. . . of course, I'm hoping in six months he'll stop putting the crayons in his mouth too :D.
Today I'm doing Independent Study. Blecch. I'm learning about usage. (Basically usage is what people think of as grammar--what is "appropriate" to say in certain situations--like whether you should end a sentence in a preposition or not. Grammar is more the study of what people say and write without passing a judgement on whether it is appropriate or not). It's interesting, but I'm trying really hard to not do it ;D. Guess I'll get on the ball now. . . TTYL
Last night we had a good FHE. Robert played on the floor with the kids and we read the Ensign article "The Functional Family." If you haven't read it yet, it's really good. It wasn't the most age-appropriate for the children, but it was nice for us parents :D--it helps the kids out in the end, right? Next time we'll make something the kids can color or something. It's so fun when you know they understand a gospel principle. Enoch knows who Jesus is--he points to his pictures, and Nana knows about the temple and so many other things. It makes me happy :D.
I am so happy with Nana's nursery teachers. She loves nursery soooo much. She learns a lot, too. Often she comes home from nursery with a mini book that she's colored, and she'll tell me about the pictures. She's already learning so much about the gospel and she's not quite three! I love it. Thank you nursery leaders! You guys rock! I can't wait until Enoch gets to go, too. He already loves to color. . . of course, I'm hoping in six months he'll stop putting the crayons in his mouth too :D.
Today I'm doing Independent Study. Blecch. I'm learning about usage. (Basically usage is what people think of as grammar--what is "appropriate" to say in certain situations--like whether you should end a sentence in a preposition or not. Grammar is more the study of what people say and write without passing a judgement on whether it is appropriate or not). It's interesting, but I'm trying really hard to not do it ;D. Guess I'll get on the ball now. . . TTYL
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Not the Worst Week of My Life ;D
I found out that Eenie hasn't been sleeping well because a dragon has been gnawing on his forehead. Luckily, his teeth are made out of felt. Eenie's nasty rash might also have something to do with it. 
We still haven't let Eenie actually EAT any of his birthday cake. It's probably really stale right now sitting on the top of the fridge. We also haven't gotten a very good picture of him with the cupcake yet.
We went from this. . . (including not being able to drive our car for a month), (and yes, for some reason, Eenie has Nana's princess blankie). 
To this. . . (amazing the car still runs--it sounds a little sick, though).
I am practically half way through pregnancy and I have gained half of my allotted weight gain goal. I think I may be in trouble. . . but that's okay--I still look HOT (and possibly a little tired?)
We still haven't let Eenie actually EAT any of his birthday cake. It's probably really stale right now sitting on the top of the fridge. We also haven't gotten a very good picture of him with the cupcake yet.
We went from this. . . (including not being able to drive our car for a month), (and yes, for some reason, Eenie has Nana's princess blankie). 
To this. . . (amazing the car still runs--it sounds a little sick, though).I am practically half way through pregnancy and I have gained half of my allotted weight gain goal. I think I may be in trouble. . . but that's okay--I still look HOT (and possibly a little tired?)
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