Last weekend was fun. I mean serious, one-for-the-books, forget-any-problems-you've got, FUN. Between Bethany's birthday party and Clark's robotics competition we played really hard.
And then Monday morning came and it was U-G-L-Y. I do not wish to go into details. Suffice it to say the children believed one fun weekend meant the end of work and school work forever, and I had some new and vile pregnancy hormones coursing through my veins making me completely emotionally unstable. NOT A GOOD WEEK. I actually frightened Abraham. Not pretty, but the truth.
I'm sorry, I just felt I needed to get that out there. Now, before the week-which-shall-not-be-mentioned-again happened, there were some happy events I want to remember. Here was a favorite moment when George's new Sunbeams teachers paid him a visit.
He had missed Primary to go to a cousin's baby blessing so they came to share the lesson with him. I'm afraid in this picture he is trying to teach her a thing or two. But he was tickled to have them come visit him.
We reminded him that she was now eight and everybody in the family has gotten scriptures when they turn eight.
"Yeah, but I was a lot older than her when I turned eight! That is just wrong. She looks like she's six!"
And it's kind of true. She does still seem very young and still has her front baby teeth. But the calendar confirms that she has, in fact, reached the age of accountability and is eight years old.