Sunday, January 31, 2010

The Sabbath at My House


F is for friends who do stuff together
U is for U and me
N is for N-y thing, N-ywhere at all

Here with my best buddy.

F is for fire burning through the whole town
U is for uranium bomb
N is no sur-vi-vors

No! That's not how it goes, this is how it goes.

F is for frolicking through all the flowers
U is for ukelele
N is for nose-pickin', cherry stompin', sand-lickin'

Here with my best buddy.

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Thank you, Sponge Bob, for helping us achieve a peaceful, spiritual Sabbath.

Thank you, Kate, for teaching the boys to sing this song so they could substitute all the N words with NAKED and all the F words with FART.

Meanwhile, Kate is tuning her ukelele so she can figure out the chords to accompany herself while she sings. Dennis is hollering from the kitchen, "Kate! Tuning a ukelele is like polishing an elephant. It's like putting a screen door on a submarine! It's like putting a kick stand on a tank!"

I love Sundays.

Actually, it's not just Sundays.

I love my life.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Fishing

Just a little fishing trip for Wade and Dennis and some friends. Thanks, Jeremy, for the video!!

Deer Creek 2010 Ice fishing for trout from jeremy prusso on Vimeo.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

And He's Off!!

























And that's all I have to say about that.

The Day Before...

1. Shave beard.

2. Get help from cute girlfriend.

3. Borrow Dad's razor.

4. Pose for picture with cute girlfriend.

5. Get set apart. (Sorry, no photo...)
6. Friends come and bring GIANT BURGER.

7. Hang out with awesome friends.

8. Reminisce about old times.

9. Smile patiently at the crazy lady taking pictures.

10. A little more hanging out.

11. See Kate trying not to cry.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Times, They Are A Changin'

Oh man. My feet are KILLING me. Even though Dennis is mopping the kitchen floor and Kate is vacuuming, I have GOT to sit down. Thirteen hours, two clean bathrooms (one cleaned twice because Dennis hung two doors after I cleaned it the first time and he made a big mess), one short rehearsal, chocolate chip cookies, banana bread, pound cake, poppy seed bread, Rice Krispie treats, peanut butter bars, applesauce bars, thousands of dirty dishes, eleven loads of laundry, and several crying spells. I've been a busy girl today.

Tomorrow is Paul's missionary farewell. His room is getting empty, ten white shirts are hanging ready to pack, new suits, new scriptures, new shoes. I feel a miserable kind of joy.

I'm so glad he's going. I hate it that he's leaving. He's my little boy. The first time I held him he was no longer than my arm, elbow to fingertips. He was scared, and I was scared. But we've managed, and now he's all grown up, and he's making this wonderful choice and I'm so proud of him.

But I don't handle change very well, and we have change on our hands. Lots of it. Paul is going. He's moving his things out of his room. The rest of the house is trying to absorb his stuff, and we're bulging at the seams. It's good, but it's hard.

This is a day I've been dreaming of my whole life. I haven't planned exactly how I want the days between now and Wednesday to go, and I don't know exactly how I'm going to get through them. All I know is that I am a mom, and my son is leaving on his mission. I'm proud and scared and happy and sad.

And I hope he knows that I love him. To the moon and back.