Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Roadtrip!!

I can't believe I did it. I am totally lame, but I actually feel so proud of myself. I drove, all by myself, from our house to Mississauga, Canada for Janell and Chris' wedding. 500+ miles each way. (Most of that on 90W, the most boring stretch of road I have ever driven on, by the way. (I figure a few stretches in the Midwest that I travelled on the Greyhound could compete, but I didn't actually have to drive that bus, so 90W wins!)
The trip was good, the wedding was beautiful. More details and pictures will follow.

Monday, May 14, 2007

Mother's Day Gifts

Sam got up with the primary kids in sacrament meeting and sang. And Lucas got up at Wendy's house and walked around her family room. (He was a total ham about it too - he kept looking at us to make sure we watched him and he giggled when he fell down...). I am so amazingly blessed with those two monkeys. Ah!
In other news, Evan had his last final on Thursday and I took mine Saturday. I cannot believe 3 years of law school have some and gone - but more about that after the graduation ceremony on Sunday. I'm sure I'll have lots of reminiscing to do then.

Sunday, May 6, 2007

Where is the Script?

What do you tell your friend when her little son is very ill and going through grueling tests for blood and immune disorders? What do you tell your sister when her heart has been broken by the guy she thought was the one? What do you tell your 4-year old son when he asks you to pray to find the toy you think his little friend stole from him? Where is the script that tells me what to say in this act of the play called life? Where are my lines?!?

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

I do not heart finals time!

I am trying to teach Sam to use the word "dislike" instead of "hate" - I figure it sounds less harsh - and so I am trying to avoid using it myself. Which is hard for me. Because I really do not like finals time. At all.
I try to find comfort in the fact that it will all be over soon and this truly is the home stretch with only three finals left for Evan in law school (while conveniently blocking out the exixtence of the BAR in July...) but I miss my husband, I miss having his help with the kids and I miss being able to ask people to pick up their socks without feeling immensely guilty. Ech. Somewhere in there, I find a bit of jealousy as well. Imagine being able to check out of all responsibilities several times a year to do the one thing you have a passion for. Oh, come on, sure it's finals and it's work and it's tough, but my genius husband thrives in the mental challenge. I am sorry, I am not going to be able to do anything around here - I have to take my semi-annual finals in civilizing little monkeys as well as the finer aspects of I-don't like-that-and-won't-eat-it-cuisine. Heh.

In other news, Carrie wants to be Charlotte and I still haven't figured out how to make everybody feel less pain. However, Lucas is babbling up a storm [Uh=up, oh-oh=oh-oh, ao=hallo] and loves to find a book and drag it over to sit in my lap and have me look at it with him, while Sam stopped me while we were leaving work and asked for a hug, completely unprovoked. And they were both the bravest little troopers this morning while getting their shots. All in all, the world is still a good place to be. At least the little world inhabited by the two sleeping monekys upstairs.