Primary, Pumpkins And More

The primary program was today. Despite sending kids home with their parts several weeks in advance, and strongly encouraging parents to have their kids memorize their parts, a primary worker stationed herself at the pulpit to read the parts for the kids.

I was a little annoyed, but shouldn't have worried. Ruby was one of only two kids who told her to back off as soon as she got on the stand, "I know my part! I don't need any help!"

And she recited it perfectly. I was very proud (although, I still felt bad for other kids, whom I knew had worked hard to memorize their parts, and weren't even given the chance show it).

On Friday we drove to the edge of town to visit a pumpkin patch. This pumpkin patch didn't meet mine and Woo's pumpkin patch standards (the kids, on the other hand, get ecstatic over a box of pumpkins in the grocery store... ) so we stopped at Bigfoot to salvage the trip.

The kids were in awe, ran under and around. We took pictures of us standing in the wheels (Sorry, maybe next week. I can't upload them here). And then Herbie turned his attention to "Littlefoot". Unfortunately, at exactly the same time, Woo decided it was time to go.

Herbie was more disappointed then I thought because later in the day, he came up with the brilliant plan of me secretly taking him back to see "Littlefoot"  immediately after dropping Woo off at the airport. The only problem was that he told Woo about it. Oh, and he forgot to get my consent.

I love to watch Moses. I just get a kick out of him. I mean he's like two feet tall, and here he is trying to do everything like a real person. C'mon, he can't even lift a gallon of milk!

Moses has a couple of books that he really loves, and every day after breakfast, he'll grab them, pull a blanket over his legs, and sit on the couch looking at them. One picture book has a page with nothing but hundreds of toy cars on it. He seemingly could look at that one page, point to different cars, and make his motor noise for hours.

I've had kind of a hard week. I think I've offended pretty much everyone I know. If you feel that I've missed you, just give me a call. I'm sure I can come up with something.

The kids have been a little sick this week. Not enough to have fevers or throw up or lie quietly on the couch, but just enough to have runny noses and be nice and whiney.

Woo was gone on the day I need him most: Sunday. I taught Relief Society (went alright) and Seminary (total bomb) today. I taught Seminary in the nursery room since I had the kids with me. It was not ideal. I should've probably taken Woo's advice to cancel.

Anyway, we finally got a break in the rain for a few days, and "dirty man" was able to start work on the trim. I think he has one more day of work left, and we have one sunny day forecasted for next week.

Woo made a short visit to Utah this week to hear his parents speak and report on their mission. He's had a good time seeing brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, cousins, aunts and uncles, and of course, his parents.

He's enjoying the fact that he now has an answer to that persistent question, "So, when are you going to be done with school?" and that it leads into a conversation about stuff that he's really interested in. 

He's getting lots of ideas about where to move. I think we've come up with about 5 or 6 areas ranging from southern Montana to central Utah, that we'd have to look closer at. But, who knows when that will be.

Anyway, that's all, folks. Hope you're doing well.


A Cold, Dark And Rainy Week... But Halloween's Coming!

We bought Ruby a black suit for her Halloween costume, which she said was OK because President Uchtdorf wore a black suit at conference. (I'll have to take her word for it, since I don't remember.) She put it on the second we got home, and would've never taken it off if Woo hadn't made her, for fear that it would be demolished by the time Halloween came around. 

When their little friends the C--'s came over, we discovered that C-- is going to be Pocahontas. H-- is going to be a ghost. And B-- is undecided.
Ruby (an inch from his face): I have a good idea! B--, you can be President Monson, how about that!? 
B-- (edging away): I don't know who that is... 
Ruby: President Monson? He's a prophet! Do you want to be him for Halloween? 
I don't think she convinced him.

But she did convince Herbie to dress up as Sister Uchtdorf Friday afternoon. He donned a skirt and ran around calling himself Harriet.

I'm not sure that's what he'd really like to be for Halloween. Every time I ask him, he tells me something different. I may have to just make an executive decision.

At the moment his favorite character is probably Nicholas Bentley Stoningpot III from the book of the same name. When Woo read the title tonight, the kids broke out into laughter, and Herbie said, "What the heck kind of name is that?"

Every time Woo would read his full name, they would all laugh.

But Nicholas Bentley Stoningpot III would be a boring costume for Herbie. He'd wear a suit and tie like normal, and then a pair of glasses.

Moses has learned how to growl/roar (whatever you want to call it). Ruby and Herbie got out the stranger mask one day to play with, and started growling at each other. When Moses got his turn, he ran down the hall to Woo to try and scare him with his ferocious roar. Now he associates all masks with growling. 

Herbie got a new jacket with spider man on the back, and Moses really loves it. Whenever Herbie has it on, he'll scurry after him, his finger pointed out, roaring for all he's worth.

I thought that Moses was laughing and saying, "Ball!" while pointing at my belling, because it's gotten big and round, but now I think he's trying to say bellybutton..."Ba-Ba!"

Steven had the flu for most of the week and he's not quite over it. He's been very tired, achy, headaches, etc. It's been a little unnerving to be talking to him, and have him suddenly roll his eyes back and fall asleep.

He's discovered that his time management issues haven't suddenly gone away just because he's quit school, and he wishes that he had someone he could talk to to be a sounding board for all his ooTunes ideas. I don't understand enough about it or what people would like to be much help to him there.

I know I must have done something out of the ordinary this week, but I just can't think of anything. So that's all for now. Talk to you later!


The Most Disgusting Thing You Could Ever Do!

One morning we woke up to Ruby yelling, "Stop that Herbie! That's the most dickgusting thing you could ever do!"

We looked at each other and laughed until we heard Herbie, "Bwahahaha! I'm dirty!"

We didn't like the sound of that.

I ran to the room to find Herbie sitting in bed... blowing raspberries. What?

Turns out the night before, Woo had told the kids a dramatic tale of woe where he'd been delivering newspapers and some other kid had spit on him. He ended with, "...And that's the most disgusting thing you could ever do!"

We learned (the relatively easy way) that there are, in fact, more disgusting things you could do.

In some ways Moses is currently my best cleaner-upper. I can sit in front of the bookshelf or shoe basket and have him fetch books and shoes from any corner of the house for me.

He is now finally repeating words we say to him. Before he would just smile or wiggle away whenever we'd try to get him to repeat anything. On the other hand, he'd try to imitate any noise he'd hear from any dog, car or ambulance. Maybe he's finally realized that he's human.

Nope, house not for sale yet. We just need "dirty man" to paint the trim, though. Both Woo and I have suddenly started to have doubts about moving, and keep thinking of the positive things about living here. I think this is a natural thing for us, when change actually comes... we had the same feelings when we got a new car... sad to see the old one go, and we're still not sure we like the new one all that much, but it's growing on us more and more.

Anyway, that's all for now. Talk to you all later!


Getting Closer...

Well, we think we can have the house up for sale next week. We're going to try and sell it ourselves first. If it's clear that's going nowhere then we'll get a realtor. The only thing that scares me is trying to keep the house maintained for months on end... those wall dings and fingerprints and sticky smudges and occasional scribblings accumulate fast in a house with little kids. At least I know the weeds will stop growing very soon here. 

Steven saved the day again by fixing the overflowing washing machine in about 5 minutes. He sure is handy with those appliances around the house.

After much hemming and hawing he finally raised ooTunes' price by a dollar. I think he's pleased with the results because he's getting less downloads (fewer customer service requests), but is still making the same amount of money.

Thursday seems to regularly be a slow day, so we've decided that Friday is a good day for family outings. This Friday we went to the DMV (it's finally finished!) and the zoo.

Ruby has spent a lot of time drawing and writing lately. A couple of weeks ago she presented me with a paper where'd she'd written all of the numbers in order. I was very impressed, since I'd certainly never shown her how to write any numbers.

She spent the morning today writing her name over and over by herself. It's very cute, and mostly legible, if a circle with two legs is an R and two circles on top of each other is a B.

After seeing President Uchtdorf in a white suit, Ruby asked me if I could get her a white suit for Halloween. I'm not exactly sure where I'd get a white suit in her size... a funeral home? I'm not up to making one, so I guess she'll just have to make due in a blue or brown three-piece.

Not to be outdone by Ruby's writing, Herbie sat down to write his name: a letter H. Then he wrote H--'s name: a letter H. He can draw those H's big or small, and upside down or right side up. Sometimes when people ask Herbie how old he is, he'll say, "I start with H!"

Steven got him started on the letter E, and after much concentration and effort, he scratched one out. 

Herbie had a very rough day yesterday. Probably because Woo and I thought we could watch conference lying in bed while the kids entertained themselves around us.

It was clear that didn't work, so today we sat in a row on the couch with the computer in front of us (we have a portable desk, remember?). Herbie was a perfect angel. He sat there with his arms folded almost the whole time---much more enjoyable. 

Moses resisted the couch sitting. Especially when he had to sit on Woo's lap. We put him in bed once to cool off after too much struggling, and after that whenever Moses would let out a whine and try to climb off, Woo would say, "Do you need to go to bed, Moses?"

Moses would give him a glare (which we laughed at), shut his trap, and sit quietly for a few minutes more.

It's amazing how quickly they can quit crying when faced with an alternative they don't like.

Anyway, that's about it. Talk to you all later.