Some Numbers

60

The number of cans of food storage items I brought home from the cannery yesterday. Five of us went and rocked that place. The sister missionary in charge even agreed to use us for the next training video. (I'm going to hold her to it.)

48

How many cans of different colored Play-doh would you consider to be too many? My answer: 48.

I can't say I exactly love Play-doh. It's a mess for me. But the the kids love it. The Easter bunny was feeling very generous and hid cans from a 24 variety pack around our house.

This same Easter bunny had purchased said Play-doh at the big-box-superstore-who-must-not-be-named for $10 only to find the exact same thing on sale at Toys R. Us for $7. Of course, the Easter bunny decided to return the first set for the $3 savings.

Before I was able to make that happen, Ethan found the unreturned pack and felt entitled to open every can to add to their already humongous collection. So irritating. Plus I had to make up an elaborate tale why I had the same Play-doh the Easter bunny had hidden. And I have now been robbed of the satisfaction of returning something to Walmart. Dang!

1/2

The length (measured in inches) of the burn on Randal's forehead where he absentmindedly leaned against a hot pipe coming from the boiler.

7

The number of carrots and snap peas my children ate at lunch without complaint. Of course they got to add a pom pom to the Wii fit jar. (In case that doesn't make sense, our family is earning a Wii fit by filling a jar with pom poms for great things we see one another do to benefit family unity and well-being.)

1

The additional pom pom Ethan earned for finally choosing, at the dinner table, to burp with his mouth closed rather than his usual m.o.

120

The number of wasps' nests Randal knocked out from behind the shutters. I'm not kidding.

2

The fawns we saw in our backyard. There is nothing unusual about seeing deer in the backyard; however, if you look closely one of them is ghostly white. White deer are rare and specific only to certain areas of the world. We happen to live in one of them. Awesome!

The Truth About TX

Today Adelaide woke up from her nap feverish and congested. Poor girl. I overheard her telling Ethan Jesus would make her feel better. He agreed.

She went on to say, "And Jesus died for us." Again, Ethan agreed.

He then added, "Yah, He died for all of us, even for people in Texas."

(So Crystal you're in luck!)

Weekend Wrap

Addie turned three. For weeks she has been obsessed with her birthday. After all the hype I felt we had to be sure to deliver. Her birthday consisted of a primary Easter party she was convinced had been organized just for her and a family trip to Chuck E. Cheese. All in all a super fun (her words) day.











She wanted a Dora the Explorer birthday cake. I'm still without water in my kitchen so the idea of baking and decorating a cake seemed more complicated than usual. My friends kindly offered their places to decorate, but I eventually settled on store-bought cupcakes atop Dora plates. In the end Addie didn't seem to mind.

Our bedazzled 3-year-old sporting all her birthday-won PLING
(term coined by Randal for plastic bling)

As if a birthday sugar high wasn't enough, we had Easter the following day. Thankfully the Easter bunny hid more Play-doh than candy. He must have known our kids would still be buzzed.Sacrament meeting was wonderful. The music and talks were excellent. The primary took great care to teach the children about the Savior's resurrection. Ethan had so much to tell us about what he had learned. As a parent I am so grateful. There was even show-and-tell with an adorable baby duckling.We spent the evening with our friends the Wilcoxes and the Becks for Easter dinner. Randal and I consider ourselves very blessed/lucky to have made such great friends. In fact, I may not even tell our friends when our kitchen is done so that we can continue to receive such generous invites!

We had a wonderful weekend. Because of the non-stop fun, both my kids are napping right now so I continue to consider the weekend a huge success.

Lastly let me say, I am so grateful to a loving Savior who would condescend to come to earth and sacrifice His life on my behalf. I love the springtime. Every year it seems to awaken in me a renewed desire to live the gospel. I'm thankful for this sacred time of year.

Happy Easter

Redbox Rocks

Randal's been out of town 10 days. This has left me many quiet nights to fill. With the help of Redbox I've managed to be entertained...most nights.

Australia
Loved it.
Bedtime Stories
Didn't love it.
Harry Potter #1
Finally read the book so I had to watch the movie again.
The Secret Life of Bees.
Better suited as a book than a screenplay.
Jane Eyre.
Madly, madly love it. I own a copy and pull this movie out just about every time Randal is traveling. Forget sparkling vampires--this is my kind of Edward!

Life Slowly Goes On

Nothing much blog worthy has been happening.

Conference was inspiring. Although a number of talks involved stories of children dying. I bawled like a baby through most of the sessions.

The Cutler's invited us over for breakfast Sunday morning. Delicious French toast. Thank you. We had such a great time I'm thinking we will adopt the tradition of having a family over from the ward next Conference Sunday. (Hopefully, the kitchen will be done by then.)

Randal has been in Japan the past week. We're just getting by until he comes home.

Our kitchen cabinets were installed. Beautiful. New appliances arrived Saturday. Fabulous. Now we're waiting out the two weeks until the counter tops arrive--that means no sink or dishwasher until then. Interesting.

It snowed today. Blah.

The kids have been getting along really well which is a blessing. The photo (above) was taken after Ethan helped Addie repeat a talk the two had written for FHE.

Their talk (including spelling):

My famly is nise.
My famly is good to me.
I love my famly.
My famly lets me play videyo games.

(I cannot even tell you how proud I am of the fact that of the four sentences they could have chosen to describe our family one contained video games. I'm throwing the Wii in the garbage!)

ER ended last week. I'm still sad.

Super Freak

Adelaide has added two adjectives to her vocabulary. Everything is now super. Granola bars are super good. Playdough is super fun. Her nursery teacher is super nice. But my favorite: [said with angry fists at her side:] "Mom, I'm super, super mad at you!" Now that's just... super.

Although being super angry with me is much better than the observation she loudly made in the grocery store, "Mom, that lady is super big." I would have crawled behind the meat counter if I could.

Her other expression of choice: "My bath is freakin' cold!"

Super I blame on Randal. But we're a long way from the BYU campus so I'm stumped as to her exposure to anything described as freaking.