One Request

Eliza got her cast off on Monday. After we left the doctor's office she had one request: A shower. A long, hot, steamy shower.

Translation

I always worry about my children's behavior, especially when I am not there, and particularly Ruthie's behavior. You know the youngest child - likes to be the center of attention, gets anything they want, a spaz, etc etc. At least this is what I am told. So when I have the opportunity, I often ask the nursery workers on Sunday how Ruthie is doing. I honestly have no idea how that little girl behaves and it scares me. In this process, I have come to realize that when adults say one thing, they often mean another thing, particularly on sensitive topics such as your children's behavior. Here are some examples with translations: She sure is a lot of fun: She's out of control. I bet she keeps you busy: She's totally out of control. She sure likes cheese: She ate all of her cheese at snack time and all of the other kids' cheese and still wanted more. She certainly has a mind of her own: She doesn't share and/or doesn't listen. She certainly likes to stay busy: She won't sit down, unless its snack time (especially if cheese is involved.) And oneI heard today: She is starting to get better: She will finally sit down for longer than 10 seconds. So, to all of those nursery workers out there: past, present and future - thank you for being so kind and patient. And I will try to remember she is still a work in progress.

A Distracted Mind

I have been slow on posting lately. Occasionally I have thought, "Oh, I should put this on my blog!" but now I can't remember what that was. I have been distracted. Very distracted. Lots of things going on in my unorganized mind. We have been looking at houses, mainly forclosures. We have been thinking, analyzing, dreaming, and wondering what we should do. And of course, shortly after we began to look, the rumor mill began and our phone began to ring. We have shown our home a few times, but nothing has come out of it except decluttering and cleaning on my part. Maybe I should list the house for sale - I might get some things done. On top of that, there is girls camp to plan, which in all honestly intimidates me. So, I like to look at real estate instead. A good distraction. I've also decided to set up an etsy store - just to see if I could do it. Not sure I can yet - although I have had one sale. I have learned two things during the process: 1. This is another good distraction. and 2. I am not nearly as technically savy as I thought. Just another thing to keep me from thinking about girls camp. I did tell Steve that I could get out of this calling by either moving or becoming pregnant. This might explain his sudden interest in real estate. However, we have finally concluded that moving is not going to be in our forseeable future. So, that really only leaves me one option. . . . (That of course is a joke)

The Snowy Day

Yesterday, It snowed, and snowed, and snowed. We shoveled and we played.

Then we ate Snow Ice Cream.

What the World Needs

The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity. - The Joy of Womanhood, Margaret D. Nadauld Young Women General President, November 2000 Ensign

Christmas Morning

I am a little slow to post this. Steve told the girls that they couldn't get up before 6:00am. I heard them talking and giggling at 5:30am, I am sure it started sooner. I watched the clock turn to six and the girls came running in our room shouting, "Merry Christmas!" You gotta love their excitement!

Christmas Break Highlights

Steve and the girls skiing at Sundance

Snow, lots of snow.

More and more snow.

New Years Pom Poms, Waffle Parties, and Dances

Christmas morning, Brunch at Snows, and dinner at Grandma E.'s

Hambugers at the Creamery and the Spanish Fork Festival of Lights with Ruthie exclaiming, "Wook at Dat!" every two seconds (We decided Ruthie made it much more entertaining)

Notes of apologies for a broken arm Lots of messes to clean up with everyone home. And Puzzles by the fire.