Youth Conference Aaron and I took the youth in our ward Canyoneering and drew life parallels to our theme "Find Your Way"
Anniversary 8 years!
Utah to drop the kids off
France for a little adventure!
June Chronicles
Special Edition: Addie's Talk
Addie gave her first talk in Primary on her 5th Birthday. She wrote and illustrated it herself, then she stood up there and presented it all on her own. It is titled:
Everyone in My Family has an Important Role
May Chronicles
Addie turned 5 on Mother's Day. Most of this month's slide show documents the event. It was pretty much an instant replay on Quinn's birthday party but I called it a different name. The trick worked pretty slick, there were no complaints.
Aaron and I spent most of the month working on youth conference and talking and planning, and meetings, and driving out to scout it out, etc. etc. We really have fun putting big events like this together. I overheard Quinn playing dolls the other day. She was explaining that she had to get a babysitter so she could work on Youth Conference. I wonder where she learned that.
This month's ironic life story is about me and my quest for homemaking skills. I set out to hem Aaron's new suit myself. My visiting teacher made a special visit to teach me how, then I spent the rest of the day working on it; well, acutally just ironing it in place. I'm not sure how that took me all day, but it did. Aaron's comment when he got home was, "does the house look like this because you worked on my pants all day? It might have just been worth the $14 to take it to the tailor." That was only reinforced when he tried them on for a fitting and one leg was 2 inches too short and the other was 4 inches too long. HOW? did I spend that much time ironing and end up so far off? Good thing I hadn't sewn or cut yet!
Well, I could clearly see there was good reason for seeking out a professional, but I couldn't let something that logically seemed like it should be so simple get the best of me. So the ironing board and related heap sat in the corner for a week while I let my wounded pride heal. Then one night I gave it one more shot and after only 4 hours I had the job done! And now that I've proved I can do it, next time I plan on just using the tailor. I think this experience might also give me good evidence for outsourcing my ironing as well.
April Chronicles
My month started with a lukewarm shower. I was grumpy about that, so like a dutiful husband does, Aaron went out to check the water heater. It had rusted out and flooded the area.
Quinn turned 3. Do you think I overcompensated for not making Enoch a cake at all?
She also potty trained! I decided I was at a point where I'd rather wash poopy panties and feel like we were on the road to progress, than keep changing diapers. It only took her a week. Candy is a wonderful motivator.
Her quote for the month: "You know what love is? Love is when you poop on the toilet and you get a big chocolate candy bar."
I thought I deserved sympathy when I posted our illness record in March. Unfortunately I didn't realize what more I was in for.
Enoch fought rotavirus for 3 weeks (which he WAS vaccinated for...what went wrong there?). That involved throwing up every night and incessant diarrhea. He was just coming out of that when a mysterious rash showed up over EVERY inch of his body. The Dr. wasn't sure what that was, but he did discover the rest of the clan had strep throat. So they all went on antibiotics for 10 days and thankfully finished that up the day we left for Grandma's. I thought that meant we'd be in the clear for a healthy vacation, but once again I overanticipated a healthy future. Within 2 days his throat had swelled with croup. After a series of visits to the Urgent Care, including one in the middle of the night, they sent us to Primary Children's Hospital. Some vacation! This time luck came through for us and we didn't have to admit him. And to top it all off, he cut two I-teeth that next weekend just as the croup was clearing up. There goes another bottle of Children's Motrin. I'm making no optimistic forcasts for the future; now I just take it as it comes.
Lucky for me, I got a trip to Women's Conference amidst all of this and BELIEVE ME, it was just the 'shot-in-the-arm' I needed!
Good old Aaron hit the 30 year old mark at the end of the month. He took it with style. His only remorse was, "you know you're getting older when you get a new suit instead of recreation gear for your birthday."
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