Moses had a play date. I decided this was a good opportunity to send him by himself to the park. He was nervous, but went as far as the pavilion before he looked back to see me on the porch watching. Then he ran back home. I encouraged him to go again, to go clear to the playground--his friend and his mom were there waiting... So he went again. He came right back, and said they weren't there. I told him he hadn't gone far enough to see, he could ride his bike. So he left again on his bike and stayed.

I texted his friend's mom, who immediately called back. They weren't at the park; they were expecting us at their house, so I piled everyone in the car and picked up Moses, who was waiting all alone outside the park with a very worried expression on his face.

I figure, short of being kidnapped, that's the worst lone trek to the park he's ever going to have, and he made it.

Penelope's lesson in church: Adam and Eden!

Penelope has recently started to say, "Mom! You're the best mom in the whole world!" and then give me a giant smile. She says it so frequently and started so suddenly, it's almost like someone told her to tell me that (like her Primary teacher). I have mixed feelings. It's cute, but I also know I'm not the best mom in the world. Plus, I hate flattery. I'd rather she just tell me she loves me.

Here's the board game Ruby invented and designed. She called it Ichabox.

There has been a marked change in Ruby's behavior the last few weeks. She's had a change of heart of some sort, but I don't know exactly what. I think part of it is picking better friends. Today she was a dream come true.

Ever since kindergarten roundup, Linus has decided that he's one of the "big kids." He now refers to the older kids as "the other big kids," and if I slip up and say "big kids" without including him, he's quick to correct me.

He got a few activity books at the roundup that he's been pouring over. I overheard him praying for help to remember the number 20.

Archie holding a baby his size, but not his age.

Archie is our first child to not tear off socks the second we put them on. He actually ask for clean socks almost every morning. He's also started to say the wrong color on purpose. Some say he's making a joke, but I don't know. It's almost like he's testing us.

Herbie told me that Mormon 3:3 was his favorite scripture, which I thought was an odd choice. Then he told me that after not feeling well one evening and still not feeling well in the morning, he opened his scriptures and that's what he read. When he read about the people not recognizing that the Lord was helping them, he realized he was doing the same thing.

Woo watched the latest Avengers movie at work on Friday, which as a movie was subpar, but as a day at work was pretty awesome. He did some laughing in parts that were not supposed to be laughed at and came home with a giant soda cup that has fascinated every single one of the kids. They all aspire to own a cup like that some day.

I keep running faster and faster. This hasn't happened to me in a long, long time. Every morning I think, I ran pretty far yesterday, I'm not going to be able to beat it. And then I do. It's kind of exciting. I would love to run really fast again.

Also, I have to say that I love living in this beautiful place, where we can go on a lovely walk in all directions the second we step out the door, and where we have such a peaceful yard with a great view, while putting hardly any work into it at all :).

That is all. Hope you had a great week!