Emma's 4th Grade Band Concert
LET'S GO BAND!!!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Birthday Dinner a la Denny's circa 1980
David's favorite from the children's menu at Denny's
Bananas, Frosted Flakes, Vanilla Ice Cream, Milk, Whipped Cream, annnd a Cherry!
Oooooh yeah!
Bananas, Frosted Flakes, Vanilla Ice Cream, Milk, Whipped Cream, annnd a Cherry!
Oooooh yeah!
Friday, April 24, 2009
Martin Quote
David [talking to himself after a small lunch]: I still want something, what do I want? I think I want some chopped, nitrated meat. A nice healthy slice of spam, if you can say that.
p.s. Sadly, he ended up eating (licking) the crumbs out of a weeks-old, family-sized bag of Fritos.
p.s. Sadly, he ended up eating (licking) the crumbs out of a weeks-old, family-sized bag of Fritos.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Easter: a work in progress
Lots of pictures, few words...
Saturday Egg Hunt at the Park
Emma's happy.
Enoch searches.
Taran's done.
What's left of Calvin's haul.
Best find: FRIENDS!
Walking to the park. My mommy heart sings!
Easter Sunday
We went to the stake center in Crystal on Easter Sunday. After we ran up and down the big hill.
While Willa waited in the car.
Then we went home and had ham and all the trimmings with Cheryl, Kyle, and Lindsy Christ.
Who also hid the eggs.
Our neighbors joined in the fun.
David shows his love for Easter.
But it really goes to my head!
and Coming soon...
Easter in California
Saturday Egg Hunt at the Park
Emma's happy.
Enoch searches.
Taran's done.
What's left of Calvin's haul.
Best find: FRIENDS!
Walking to the park. My mommy heart sings!
Easter Sunday
We went to the stake center in Crystal on Easter Sunday. After we ran up and down the big hill.
While Willa waited in the car.
Then we went home and had ham and all the trimmings with Cheryl, Kyle, and Lindsy Christ.
Who also hid the eggs.
Our neighbors joined in the fun.
David shows his love for Easter.
But it really goes to my head!
and Coming soon...
Easter in California
Friday, April 10, 2009
Mixed Emotions
I love spring. I adore spring. I worship spring! (those pagans had something there).
But I hate the mud. Curse you mud, may you grow many beautiful flowers.
But I hate the mud. Curse you mud, may you grow many beautiful flowers.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Conference Weekend
Activity and snack packets,
the inspired words of the servants of the Lord,
IHOP breakfast between Saturday sessions,
potluck and friends between Sunday sessions, and
Lego towers...
What's not to love?
P.S.
In conference the prophet told a heart wrenching story of a young mother widow displaced by the Russian army during World War II. She had to flee mid-winter with her four young children (all about the same age as my children) with extremely few possessions and food. Tragically the children one by one died until she, starved and broken, found refuge and then peace knowing that she could be reunited with her family because of Christ’s atonement, death, and resurrection.
It was a heartbreaking tale meant to illustrate that whatever our circumstance in this life, our Savior is there to uplift and succor us. He descended below all, knows our needs, and does not leave us comfortless. I sobbed through it and felt the spirit strongly.
Unfortunately, President Monson’s talk came at the end of the very long two hour session and my children had lost the ability to control their muscles. They twitched, spasmed, fought and whined through each heartrending death and burial, irritating me to such a point that I began threatening their lives. So there I sat bawling because it could’ve been my children who died and annoyed because my children were alive, and laughing hysterically over the paradox and because, obviously, I am one big nutter.
the inspired words of the servants of the Lord,
IHOP breakfast between Saturday sessions,
potluck and friends between Sunday sessions, and
Lego towers...
What's not to love?
P.S.
In conference the prophet told a heart wrenching story of a young mother widow displaced by the Russian army during World War II. She had to flee mid-winter with her four young children (all about the same age as my children) with extremely few possessions and food. Tragically the children one by one died until she, starved and broken, found refuge and then peace knowing that she could be reunited with her family because of Christ’s atonement, death, and resurrection.
It was a heartbreaking tale meant to illustrate that whatever our circumstance in this life, our Savior is there to uplift and succor us. He descended below all, knows our needs, and does not leave us comfortless. I sobbed through it and felt the spirit strongly.
Unfortunately, President Monson’s talk came at the end of the very long two hour session and my children had lost the ability to control their muscles. They twitched, spasmed, fought and whined through each heartrending death and burial, irritating me to such a point that I began threatening their lives. So there I sat bawling because it could’ve been my children who died and annoyed because my children were alive, and laughing hysterically over the paradox and because, obviously, I am one big nutter.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Martin Quote
Emma [Looking up from her book]: What does fastidious mean?
Mom/Lisa: It’s means very clean or worried about appearance. “She was fastidious about her clothes.”
Emma: You’re not fastidious.
Mom/Lisa: It’s means very clean or worried about appearance. “She was fastidious about her clothes.”
Emma: You’re not fastidious.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Mother Nature Wins
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