The Pres

Okay so I totally spaced putting this up! Thanks Jill for the Reminder! Some of you will know what this is, if you don't...just don't ask... It was our Nov Home, Family, Personal Enrichment night and that's my ward's Relief Society Presidency...

It does cut off at the end, sorry, our camera ran out of batteries. But the best part is the beginning anyway!

Introducing...The Pres



Ami, I'm going to grow up one day and be JUST LIKE YOU!

My Treasures

At some point in every day I get these little reminders of how much fun I'm having and how wonderful it is to be blessed with children. You don't really understand humor until you have a 2 year old (or an almost 2 year old). Children will always surprise you!

I love these reminders! They make each day so worth it. I now understand why life is made up of 'moments' rather than 'events.' Today's 'moment' was this:


I heard The Elephant complaining from the other room. He likes to draw on the ads while I arrange our menu and grocery list. I had finished and left him to continue his coloring. When I came back after hearing his complaints, he had a pink pencil (that he had ABSOLUTELY insisted on)in one had and a pen in the other and the most distraught expression on his face. Apparently he was having trouble keeping the paper from sliding off the counter, but all I could do was laugh at my head band newly perched atop his head! It was such an unexpected contrast! I fixed the problem and then went to get my camera wishing I could have captured the initial expression. He was so comically angry!

Kids are so unintentionally adorable!

More sweet treasures...

"Mommy Aa-pull!"

"Copper, you're my very best friend..."

Treasures!

Censoring

I'm determined, before I die, to stop saying stupid things (hoping that imminent death comes after my great grandchildren are raised). Someday I'll think long and hard enough about the things I'm saying, prior to their debut, that I'll catch the words that will embarrass me or hurt someone (thereby, also embarrassing me...). You know the embarrassments that really aren't funny. The ones that make you want to crawl into a hole and die months (years...) after you've said them.

Someday...

Meanwhile I look utterly ridiculous in my own eyes for the stupid things I say and I'm getting really good at apologies.

The Tired Wife Perspective

Tonight, two things I detest became more pronounced than usual (I think due to a lack of sleep and the pain from a sore on my arm that wont go away...). I do not like bath-time. At least not when I have to do it by myself. My kids love bath-time! But who doesn't love splashy in warm water with toys in the buff? And why is it always that the kids love the things their parents loath? The screaming, splashing, the sibling wars, the partial-soaking (I want to be wet or dry, not a soppy mixture of both, yuck), and the constant fear of a 9-month old--who wont stay seated, but can't stand very well-- slipping, rendering himself unconscious, and drowning while the 22 month old sits on him. I told Brendan when he got home that its his job, I'm not doing it anymore. This summer, while Brendan is in Kenya, I'll just have dirty children.

Mostly, however, I detest the thing(s) that takes my husband away in the evening. I'm told the whole doctor thing has a good pay-off but I'll believe it when I see it. This evening my little tired self is not convinced that medical school is really worth the beating. I'll bet to the typical med-student (who thinks it's weird to be married already and insane to be deliberately reproducing, not to mention the fact that the wife doesn't contribute to society in a way deemed appropriate or legitimate) can directly withstand a lot more than I am willing to indirectly withstand. Kudos to him (yes, and her).

Meanwhile, grin and bear it. Hurrah for the year and 1/2 left! And then Residency!

When does that pay-off kick in...

Again, not convinced it's real.