My Little Star

Today was a big day for the students at our local elementary, one I hope my boys remember for years to come. The governor came to their school to sign an education funding bill. I told Mark last night, that I know we live in the capital city, but to have the governor come to their school is pretty cool. (Parents were given a notice to NOT come to the school for the assembly.) The boys were excited and had to wear their yellow school shirts and practiced their song this morning over breakfast. We talked about the chance of the boys maybe being on tv. Of course I made sure their hair was combed and their faces were washed when they went out the door today.

Low and behold, my little Aaron made the cut. His little face is on a local station's coverage of the story, and I am one excited momma! I know this kid is gong to eat it up too; he loves the spotlight! So you can watch this clip and look for Aaron (He is sitting there watching and listening. I have to admit, I first recognized his friend next to him before I even saw Aaron. Am I a bad mom or what!?

Now Aaron's teacher tells me he is in the local paper too. He said he was interviewed, but they just asked his info to caption the photo. He yelled, "I'm a super star, Mom!" when I picked him up from school.

Phone Calls

This morning between phone calls with several people concerning the home loans and septic tanks, I got a call from the elementary school. That for me is always a little alarming - wondering what is wrong with one of the boys. On the other end of the line I heard Ethan's voice. He said, "Mom, I think I know what disease I have. It's called sceema, and I think I better come home."

This poor kid has the worst skin ever. I try to use lotion to take care of it, but it's not really working. He's been wearing long sleeves all winter, and I really havne't looked at his arms that closely until just recently. They are in bad shape. I told him his "disease" isn't really a disease and that no one in his class would "catch" this if he stayed at school today. I think when he gets home I may have to find out if there is more to this story than bad skin. On another note, his teacher told me the govenor is coming to his school tomorrow. I better take care of him tonight so his disease is all better by tomorrow.

Home Teaching

I came across this and just had to share. Thanks, Danna!

I better get out there and do my Visiting Teaching. Thanks for the pointers, Tom!

What's in the soup?

I know I have other topics I need to write about, but I have to put this down before I forget it. You know, one of those funny things the kids say that you swear you'll always remember and don't.


A few weeks ago we sat down to eat some of the yummiest clam chowder this side of the Mississippi. It's from Market Street - I could eat a bowl right now. I told the boys they had to give it a try. They both agreed it was pretty tasty, but Ethan wanted to know what made it so spicy.
I started listing some of the ingredients, "Well there's quite a bit of pepper, there's leeks, (I didn't mention the onions or green peppers, I knew that would make them stop eating it right then and there) and I also put in a little Tabasco."

Ethan stared right at me with a look of dismay, "You put TOBACCO in our soup!"

Love Still Making You Do Strange Things

What do you get when you add these two things together: a husband in charge of Sacrament Meeting and no youth speaker?

Answer: One family roped into singing in Sacrament meeting.

Mark owes me big time. I think he mentioned something to me on Thursday night about our family singing in church on Sunday. It wasn't until Saturday that I asked him if this was for real. Sure enough he thought we could do it. Thankfully we have a wonderful neighbor who would play the piano for us. Thank you Rachael! I could only imagine how terrible it would have been without her backup.

Needless to say, I got up there, the music started, and I looked at my boys all suited up and lost it. I wasn't much help for the rest of the song. How embarrassing! This wasn't the first time this has ever happened to me either. I remember having to sing a song with my mom in some Relief Society meeting when I was younger(I honestly don't know how old I was). I had to sing by myself and the words were about my mother. I couldn't finish the stinkin' song I was crying too much. That made my mom start crying, and she couldn't sing her part. I think we just sat there and cried the whole way through. Too bad I didn't remembered this experience before I told Mark we would pinch hit for him.

Love makes you do some strange things...

This morning I caught my son red-handed. He tried to lock himself in the bathroom to hide the evidence. He was no match for me - I will soon sign a contract for CSI-Taylorsville, I'm that good.

He had taken the finger nail clippers to my most recently purchased necklace to extract three of his favorite stones. I remained calm and took the kid to school, hoping his teacher wasn't wearing a necklace.

Tonight he did it again. This time it made me a bit more mad. He had taken a sentimental ring and somehow crushed the band. It's destroyed. This time he said he wanted the diamonds. I cried and told him what he did was really mean. He finally confided in me that all he wanted was to give the cute girl in his class something special. Really!

Tonight when I go to bed I won't be taking off my wedding ring.

Welcoming A New Year!

We welcomed in the new year here at home with our boys. It was just what I wanted and needed. We made Chinese, played lots of games and toasted to a happy new year - I tried to trick the boys that it was actually midnight when it was really only 9 p.m. But hey, it was hitting midnight somewhere, right!!!

And I know it was a successful party after having the fire alarm go off a total of FIVE times that night. One HOT! HOT! oven plus sparklers inside can only equal trouble. Our poor neighbor; I'm sure she was wondering what we were up to!

Happy New Year! Here's to 2011! My first resolution for the new year -- move into our home on 329 Heritage Lane!