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Saturday, April 26, 2008

Last of the Red Hot Lovers

We are safely past the so-called seven year itch and this week celebrated our "Nine is Fi-i-ine" anniversary on Thursday. It also happened to be our ward's temple night (all three local teenagers were busy, as usual, and so should have been our neighbors). My sister Brooke deserted me to go to Texas for the summer, and her replacement, my brother Duke, has not yet arrived. Mark's sister's basement flooded and his brother's family was fixing up their fixer upper. (I'm imagining Boston with a hammer or wet paint...) We couldn't get ahold of Mark's parents (they were probably at the temple as well?) and it was looking kind of grim for our plans. But Mark's partner and his pregnant wife and their three kids saved the day, so we got to go out after all. And of course, Mark spoiled me, as usual. He came home way early from work (bonus #1) carrying, count them, five brightly colored gift bags. He spread them out all over the room so I "couldn't peek at one while I was opening the other." (While I watched I was relieved that I had last-minute decided to bake him some cookies that were still in the oven...) In each bag was some form of chocolate (Symphony Bars, bon bons, Pepperidge farm) and clothes from Kohl's. Everything fit, even the pants, and was color and style coordinated! This is extra funny to me because for the last eight years he has stubbornly refused to buy me clothes because our first year he bought me this ugly granny sweater for Christmas and I returned it. He is just so very charming. Then we went out to Mimi's for dinner where he insisted I eat half of his dinner since I didn't like mine as much as I thought I would. Then we went across the street to Barnes & Noble and he lounged around the business section while I scoured the bargain tables. He bought me a couple even though I just recently went to a $1 book sale at the library and have this enormous stack on my shelf, unread.
We had a nice ride in the car reminiscing about some of our favorite married moments. His were, of course, the important ones of the birth of our children and moving and our travels. Mine were more emotion ridden: PRIDE--when we were newlyweds and he got called up on stage at a comedy show and they tried to make him look dumb by making him translate something into French unwittingly and of course he oolala-ed them all and all the girls were screaming about my sexy husband. LAUGHING TIL I CRIED--when Leslie was a baby and we went on our first all day date up in Montana in all most a year and it was skiing and I seriously had no idea how bad of a skier Mark is even though he is so athletic at everything else and how much better I was that I seriously laughed at him all day long (for some reason this wasn't one of his favorite memories...). CRYING TIL I LAUGHED--when we were finishing our basement and I was hugely pregnant with Cooper and he was trying to show me his sketch of his plans for the toy room and Leslie's loft and I didn't get it and started bawling and couldn't stop crying even though I knew how utterly ridiculous and hilarious and hormonal I was being and then we couldn't stop laughing. Here's to the next 9 million years together. It will be a great adventure.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Robin the Lamanite

We had a fun Family Home Evening tonight. Boston has been super into Robin Hood lately. He asks to watch the show all the time (I don't let him, hardly) and carries around a paperback Disney book of Robin Hood all day, begging to be read to. So, I thought that this was a perfect time for a Samuel the Lamanite lesson. Especially since the kids got suction cup arrows in their kids meal from the Dairy Keen (what a lame name for a cool place) in Heber. So we talked about what prophets do, how Samuel tried again even though it was hard, and then I showed Boston the two pictures, one of Robin Hood hanging from the pulley rope in the castleyard being shot at, and one of Samuel the Lamanite on the wall in a similar position. We identified the "bad guys" and "good guys" in the pictures. Then I told Boston he could be Samuel the prophet. He looked a little nervous. We sat him up on a barstool, put a red cape on him so he would match the picture, handed him a book with Jesus on it and told him what to say. Then I said that since he was obeying Heavenly Father, the arrows couldn't knock him off the wall. (He looked more than a little nervous.) Then we took turns throwing suction cup arrows at him and missing. (Except for Leslie, who didn't catch that she was supposed to miss him.) He stayed on the wall and it was all good. Except when he got down and demanded to have a turn being a bad guy. Great. So Leslie got a turn on the wall. Mark pointed out later that this was a good lesson since it engaged the two year old, but we probably actually just taught him to stone the prophet. sigh. I tried.
We had a little overnighter for the family at a fancy hotel in Midway (the Zermatt) that Mark had a free stay at. It was all Swiss theme and decor with a European bakery attached, a merry go round, mini-golf course and pool. It was nice to get away and not have to be in the car very long. The kids had a blast, Mark and I enjoyed ourselves, and we decided that someday we are going to spring for a suite or adjoining rooms so we're not just all lying in the dark at 8:45 waiting for the boys to settle down and drift off so the rest of us can.
Then Saturday my Mom came down with my brother for a quick trip, so we got to see her. Leslie was so cute and surprised about the whole thing. It was fun. She got to stay for church and watch kids while I directed the choir. I guess we didn't do very well (just kidding) because the bishop pulled me out of Relief Society for a little visit. More on that next week after I get my name put before the congregation. Leslie asked why we don't tell people that we are getting a new calling in church. I told her it's so the people don't have a chance to think about it before they "vote".

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Fake camping.

Leslie has spring break all week, so when we saw that the weather was going to be so fabulous on Monday at 80 degrees (good thing since there was a blizzard Tuesday) we decided to do some fake camping. We would have gone somewhere to do the real thing but we heard that it was still really cold in the higher elevations. So we took my sister Brooke and her husband Jared about three miles into Provo Canyon to one of the nice riverside parks with fire pits and roasted hot dogs and marshmallows for lunch. Leslie brought her bike to practice on (this better be THE year!!) and Boston brought his beep beep to run around with. It was so great to be outside. We all got a little sunburned and ate way too much.
Mark and I lounged in the sun with Cooper while Brooke and Jared did all the heavy parenting--trying to teach Leslie to ride a bike and Boston not to jump into the drink. Here are Leslie, Brookie and I at the top of our strenuous rock climb. All eight feet of it.
Jared was helping Boss roast his first marshmallow. He really only wanted a raw one, and then he didn't like the smoke getting in his eyes and nose. I guess we'll have to toughen him up. Cooper was good just sitting on the blanket and sucking the cheese off some discarded Cheetos or riding in the stroller.

Friday, April 11, 2008

In for a penny...

I have a few moments while Boston is in sitting on my bed, playing with pennies out of the coin jug. That used to be Leslie's favorite game: I would dump out a few coins in a pile and she would have a blast sorting them back out and plink plinking them back in. Boston was loving it. Mark came upstairs on a little break from work and I proudly told him what Boss had been doing. I invited him to dump some more out for him to pick up. I forgot that men are quite literal. He dumped out the entire gallon jug of coins. So now Boston is having a great time rolling in it. I told him he had to pick it all up before lunch. Yeah. We'll see how far that goes.
I guess I need to take a minute to brag about Leslie. With her being gone all day and being so easy to take care of (Mark says she's on auto-pilot) I probably don't talk about her that much. She is so smart. She takes a turn giving our family home evening lesson every third week and does an incredible job. Last week I was too busy to help her, so I referred her to one of our FHE idea books. She chose, read the lesson and improvised her own picture-word game for us to guess the clues that would help us "Be a Missionary Now.", then gave a perfect delivery. If my scanner worked I would show you her clues. Here's an example the word BOYS, then a picture of a house, then someone pointing at a blackboard with math on it. (Home teaching). She's my little seven year old merit badge.
This week she also told us that her class has been writing a story collectively for a few months, and this week it came to a close. All the children were told to write what they think happened to the main character and submit their ending. The teacher chose eight of the endings and the kids voted which one was the best that they would put in the finished copy of the book. Yes, she won.
Leslie's school does a take-home reading program where the students are given a book every day according to their reading level. The goal is to help the child like reading on a daily basis and to improve fluency. They read it for homework and the parent signs it off so they can receive a new one the next day. Leslie is at the highest level in her class--reading the same books as the third graders. We recently had to amend her program because they kept giving her pretty technical science books about outer space etc., and she started complaining that she doesn't LIKE non fiction, she only likes the "fake kind". Me too.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Good Buddies. But are they best of friends?

Do you guys remember that "Good Buddies" jingle from the old Siskel & Ebert commercials? That's what my two boys make me think of. I'm heavily promoting the best of friends stance in this household, so here are some pictures that hopefully they can enjoy as they get older. The first Boston wanted to push Cooper in the cart. The second one they were just playing under the table after breakfast. The third one was today. Boston was playing peekaboo by hiding behind the high chair and popping out. They were both laughing hysterically, but the funny part to Mark and me was that Boston couldn't quite remember that "peekaboo" was the proper term to use for that game. He was jumping out and shouting, "Stinkypoo! Stinkypoo!" I've just really made it a goal as a mother that I want to teach my boys to be close. (I'm even seriously considering hanging a picture of Joseph and Hyrum Smith in their room when they start sharing a room.) I was so touched by the article in this month's Ensign about Elder Cook and his brother sitting down privately together as teenage boys to decide if they were going to serve missions (and defy their inactive father) or if it would be better to spend those two years on something else. Obviously, they made the right decision. I would hope that my boys would be close enough to influence each other that much for good.
Wasn't conference so good? Those talks were masterful. I need to get some vinyl letters on or next to my front door that say, "The Storm Stops Here." ( I was also gratified to see that the tulips on Temple Square are not yet blooming either.)