Monday, April 25, 2011

Overheard at Family Home Evening tonight

"I hear there's a boring show about bird poop on TV tonight. Should be very poopy."

Full disclosure: I'm the one who said it. But, in my defense, we were turning a silly book into a mad lib. The kids found this particular section to be hilarious, along with such gems as "How about 567109878109 more minutes? C'mon! What's 567109878109 minutes in the grand scheme of things?" and "Studies show that lightsabers hardly need any sleep at all." and "Tell me about your electric floor..."

Sunday, April 24, 2011


Ten years ago I told the Professor not to ask me that day to marry him. A few hours later, I agreed to become his wife. I am so thankful to be blessed with him for my husband. I am amazed that we found each other. (I am also sure we had help. The Lord was involved from the beginning.) Forgive me if I wax romantic and sentimental over the next few months. You see, I will be remembering my engagement, the time when I first fell deeply in love with my sweetheart.

Notes to self

Do not choose the Sunday that the Professor isn't at church to teach Young T that snacks aren't for Sacrament meeting...especially if I'm in the choir.

Be sure to thank the saintly grandma who spent half of the meeting in the hall so I wouldn't have to.

Do not leave filled Easter eggs at the eye level of Young T...not even for three minutes.

Sing in the choir whenever there is a missionary homecoming on Easter. Then when I am fifteen minutes late to practice, I will be thirty minutes early for the meeting, and we will still have a good place to sit.

Do not feel bad about not giving the children lots of candy for Easter. Their Primary teachers will make up for it.

Sing in the choir when possible on Easter. The music is glorious. Just be prepared for tears.