The other day the Boy told me this:
Yesterday the Boy kept telling me things that he wishes he had. At some point he became slightly whiny about it. So I decided to have a brief discussion about how "stuff" does not make us happy, and how we are most happy when we are grateful for the things we have. To which he responded,
"But Mom, I want to have more things to be grateful for".
All I could do was giggle.
My sister has listened to me rant about Missouri drivers since I moved here. She visited us back in February and realized I wasn't kidding. Seriously, they just cannot stay in their lanes. So when she saw this card at the store, she couldn't resist sending it to me as a reminder to be careful what I say in front of the punks. Hehe...
I love summer TV for one reason alone...So You Think You Can Dance. Should I consider that a guilty pleasure? If you don't watch, you missed something amazing last night. At first I thought this guy and his description of his dance style was creepy and weird. Then he started dancing. Admittedly, what he said is still weird and creepy, but he is incredible. Watch this.
We spent a week in Phoenix with The Man's brother and family. I tried to blog from there using the iPad, but apparently there isn't "an App for that". At least not a good one.
The Young Women sold pre-made, uncooked pizzas as a fundraiser for girl's camp. Someone from the ward bought one and secretly sent it to us. Wasn't that nice?
Today my house smells like bad parenting.
I gave the Girl her milk before nap time today. When she was finished, I scooped her up hard and fast and plopped her onto my hip to carry her to her room. Ten seconds later she tossed half of that milk up onto her clothes and the floor. A quick bath ensued, but that smell is hard to get out of carpet.
Second, while we were at Wal-mart this morning I let the Girl have four, yes four, of those fruit/applesauce snacks. The ones where you suck it right out of the bag. That much fruit wreaks havoc on a baby digestive track, which in turn wreaks havoc on her diaper and clothes about 7 hours later. Know what I mean?
Finally, during the Girl's nap the Boy and I were roughhousing on the couch. That ended up this way:
My gas light was on all day yesterday and I still forgot to fill up. I forgot until about half way to church this morning. I told the Boy we'd have to stop and get gas or we might not make it, but then I realized I had no money with me. We made it just fine there and back, but that's not what this story is about.
When I picked up the Boy from his Primary class after church, he had a dollar in his pocket. I inquired of his teacher where he got it (since he was too busy to answer). She said a lady came to visit their class and tell a story. When she was finished, the Boy asked her if he could have some money. Yep. So she gave him a dollar.
I turned to the Boy and asked what happened. He said, "I have some money, let's go get some gas!" I died laughing and felt embarrassed at the same time. My five-year-old pulled the old "we need money for gas" bit with success.
The kids and I spent last week in Arkansas with my family. We had an Easter egg hunt down there as well as one today. The kids enjoyed both very much.
Before church we took some pictures, too. I felt the pain of my parents and photographers everywhere trying to get both my kids to stay in the shot and smile at the same time. 
I think we managed to get a few cute ones in there.
Happy Easter to you all!
When I was a little girl, a friend of the family gave me a small rocking chair. It's been at my mother's house for years until she brought it up to me a few weekends ago.
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