Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Relationship Issues
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Founder's Day 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Wait for it......

Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Music, Music, Music
For all you fans out there! Camille had her spring recital last night, and I am posting a clip. Sorry about the camera work! Mom is still learning. The piece she is playing is called Horse and Rider.
Jacob's concert band participated in their Spring Festival yesterday too. It is called a festival, but it is really a competition, and WE WON! GO EISENHOWER! Congratulations, Jake!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Just wondering....
This morning, as Ethan and Seth were eating a snack in the kitchen, I hear Ethan ask, "Hey, can you burp louder than Jesus?"
Just sharing the smile!
Just sharing the smile!
AAAGGGHHH!
Something woke me up at 4:20 a.m., not sure what, but I can't go back to sleep. Too much on my mind. I am kicking myself though, because I have a big, long list of things I should be doing today, and missing a few hours of sleep won't help with any of that. Oh well. If the rest of the world were up right now, I could get started. Why are you sleeping, people? I must remind myself that many of you are moms, and may be up with little children. How do I know which ones you are? Could I deliver Camille's trumpet to you for repair? Or Jake's trombone? He has festival today, and has to use a school trombone. He is not pleased. What about if I call you about my visiting teaching, one of you could be my companion, and the others could pretend we were visiting you. I could have my whole list taken care of by 6 and we could all go back to sleep. At least until it was time to get everyone up for school.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
An Interview
Family and Friends, Nathan has a job interview on Tuesday! (It is the first one since January!) We are pretty excited that he will even have the opportunity to interview. We know there were over 50 applicants for the job. The position is with a new school district in Salt Lake, overseeing and inspecting their construction. I post this asking if you will keep us in your prayers. I know many of you are already praying for us, and we feel upheld by that faith. Thank you.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Scary Goblins
Warning: This post contains a rude word and may be offensive to persons susceptible to rude words.
Some of you know, and some of you don't, that Nathan's last dental visit was a scare for us. They took an x-ray and the dentist's words were something along the line of, "Whoa, that shouldn't be there. That could be cancer." My Leslie and Camille were sitting there in the room, trying to digest those words while Nathan had his teeth cleaned. We spent some time considering what a growth, cancerous or not would mean to Nathan and how it would affect our family. Sobering, to say the least.
Procedure sent us to an oral surgeon to have a biopsy. We waited forever for the surgeon. He had some delay in the surgery scheduled just before us. We bit our nails, read all the magazines--time doesn't fly when you're nervous. When he finally arrived, he looked at Nathan's x-ray and said, "Oh, this is a mucus sac. They sometimes blow up like this, like a little balloon. Lots of people get these, we'll just watch this for a year or two."
So, no biopsy, no cancer. Kind of anti-climactic. But we aren't sad! I was so grateful to pay a professional $45 to tell me my husband has an interesting booger! Nathan calls it his nose goblin. We are so proud!
Some of you know, and some of you don't, that Nathan's last dental visit was a scare for us. They took an x-ray and the dentist's words were something along the line of, "Whoa, that shouldn't be there. That could be cancer." My Leslie and Camille were sitting there in the room, trying to digest those words while Nathan had his teeth cleaned. We spent some time considering what a growth, cancerous or not would mean to Nathan and how it would affect our family. Sobering, to say the least.
Procedure sent us to an oral surgeon to have a biopsy. We waited forever for the surgeon. He had some delay in the surgery scheduled just before us. We bit our nails, read all the magazines--time doesn't fly when you're nervous. When he finally arrived, he looked at Nathan's x-ray and said, "Oh, this is a mucus sac. They sometimes blow up like this, like a little balloon. Lots of people get these, we'll just watch this for a year or two."
So, no biopsy, no cancer. Kind of anti-climactic. But we aren't sad! I was so grateful to pay a professional $45 to tell me my husband has an interesting booger! Nathan calls it his nose goblin. We are so proud!
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Happy Easter!
Friday, April 10, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Weak Stomachs, turn back NOW
Last night, Ethan and Seth had just settled into a lovely bubble bath. It was late, and they were tired. I had promised faithfully that I would be the one to wash their hair, as daddy splashes their faces. I had just wet Ethan's hair, and rubbed the shampoo in, when I look into the water and see, floating among the bubbles, what appears to be chunks of poo! "Everybody Up!" I said, pulling Ethan to his feet and opening the drain. I turned on my hand-held shower nozzle to do damage control, and the panic began. Ethan started to wail and Seth abandoned ship, running and slipping toward the door. Camille was able to head him off, as I showered the soap from Ethan's hair, the din increasing every second. After I cleaned them both and was drying them off, Ethan looked very sadly my way and said, "Thats the way dad does it!" Poor fellow.
As I dressed the little boys, Camille elaborated on the origin of the floating foreign matter. Apparently, last time we had chili for dinner, Ethan used it to fill the toy canteen and wore it about on his belt. We think the chili dried there (instead of molded, lets take a moment to count a blessing) and the canteen was abandoned in the tub. Therefore, Sherlock continues, the reconstituted chili must have been what we encountered. GROSS!! Just our happy thought for the day!
As I dressed the little boys, Camille elaborated on the origin of the floating foreign matter. Apparently, last time we had chili for dinner, Ethan used it to fill the toy canteen and wore it about on his belt. We think the chili dried there (instead of molded, lets take a moment to count a blessing) and the canteen was abandoned in the tub. Therefore, Sherlock continues, the reconstituted chili must have been what we encountered. GROSS!! Just our happy thought for the day!
Saturday, April 4, 2009
There's a New Red Devil at our House!
Friday, April 3, 2009
Playing Tag
I have been tagged. I have seen other people say they had been tagged, but I didn't have any clue what that meant. I live here in the city, and that is what the police call it if a gang member marks your fence with graffiti! But now I am aware that I am supposed to pull up the 4th photo in my 4th folder and post it. A sort of random blogging. What if the photo is one of probably a hundred photos taken by my children and LAME? Oh well, this is how the game works, you have been warned, so here it is:
Are ya happy?
May be this is more what you were looking for:
What we have learned by being tagged, is that it is time for me to go through the photos and clean them up. My poor computer has enough to remember with out all this silliness. Nanette, tag, you're it!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Talk the Talk
This morning as I let the carpool kids out into a snowy day, I called after them, "Be Brave, Piglets." Which Leslie recognizes from the Winnie the Pooh movie, but she turned around to make me aware that the other boy with her, "probably didn't appreciate that." Therefore, as an act of kindness to those close to us, I am adding a list to my sidebar of favorite quotes used around our house. Where I actually recall their origin, I'll add that too. Sometimes for our family home evening game, we take turns saying a movie line and guessing what movie it came from. I'd love to hear some of your favorites too!
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