the funny – the hard – the life

hey – what’s up blog? I never see you anymore. weird. too many things to catch up on… cubscouts… kiddos… laundry… my calling as building scheduler (p.s. please be nice to your building scheduler, she’s just doin’ her job)… healing from mole removal and allergic skin stuff… trying not to hide in my bed from my children… ya know – the norm around here.

quickie catch up…

1st sacrament meeting in our new ward. Great day it was hard! 1:30 start time isn’t the best for Tru & Liza. But my friend Wendy reminded me that 1:00 start time with sacrament meeting last would be worse. Oh yes.. that would be worse. Anyhoo… had to take Tru and Liza out a few times. I’m holding Tru’s hand as we leave… he drops to the floor all dramatic like. I nicely encourage him to get up. He yells (yes, yells)… “You supposed to NOT do that!” Great day! Took him out and traded him for Liza who only just wanted to take the lid on and off my little citrus roll-on. Sigh… Not our best sacrament meeting of all time. Oh – But this was the best. Max was so good. He just drew the entire time. These were my favorites. I love the ‘Hearts’.

Max always says stuff like, “Mom, I just like you.” Today he has a little cold and he said, “I can’t go to church. I might ‘bless you’ on other people and they’ll get my cold.” He’s a keeper.

Let’s see… I had a birthday. More on that later. It was good. My parents were fabulous and listened to me bawl about how hard it is to raise Truman for like an hour. Then my mom cleaned my house and watched all the tots and my dad took me shopping and out to lunch. They are dear ones. Max is telling me that now that I’m 37, I’m very old. Thank you son. It makes me laugh, actually. Anyhoo… more birthday stuff when I get the photos off my phone.

ok – i really do have include one photo from today. miss hannah and eliza. we did hannah’s hair in quickie rag curlers and so we took a picture of our curly girls. Liza was being so funny trying to smile for the photo.

Well… times up. My new goal today… go to bed at 10 and wake at 6 and walk on the treadmill. It might kill me. But I’ve decided I need to do hard things. sigh…