Post vacation thoughts

First of all, I know that looking at other people's vacation pictures can be excruciating. Thank you for being tolerant and supportive. I won't post anymore vacation pictures until the next vacation. You're welcome.


Coming home has been both awful and mildly ok at the same time. I've had a major case of the tireds, but I'm also excited to wrap up this semester of student teaching and get on with life. I've got a lot on my mind and a lot of thinking/planning to do for the future. I promise I won't leave my faithful friends and family out of the loop, but I may not know what that loop is for a while.

When I got home from The Big Trip, I found a candy bar poster on my bed. I actually laughed out loud! Here's what it says:

"Dear Mom, U-NO us RUNTS missed you. It cost a PAYDAY or 100 GRAND to go on that SPREE. We liked the story of the WHOPPER SWEDISH FISH that did WATCHAMACALLIT in the water. LOOK, we know you had a LAFFY TAFFY SYMPHONY with the BIG HUNK MR GOODBAR. Love, your SMARTIE AIRHEAD NERDS. "

The story is that when we were snorkeling, we were watching a big fish and pointing at it. Right as we both looked at it, it did a HUGE poop right in front of us. We had to surface and laugh about it. 




I mentioned before I left that there was a family wedding. My uncle Scott came to stay with us and be a part of the wedding joys. It was so great to spend some time with him. He is extremely funny and likable--even Leah was starting to understand his sense of humor. He went to church with us and even helped Hannah write a talk for Primary.




Unrelated to anything I've talked about today, here's a bit of normal life for you. Hannah and her emotional capacities continue to wear me out everyday. Here she is rock climbing in high heels:


The Kindy 500 is an event that the kindergarten does every year. It's akin to the Pinewood Derby, another word for "let's have parents do art projects and compete with each other." Hannah decided her Kindy 500 car needed to be a fire engine, and luckily she scored a VERY excellent grandma who was willing to take this project on. She looked extremely cute and was so proud of herself. I even got to leave the high school to watch the parade:


The drill team at the high school does a clinic for the young kids int he spring, and she decided she HAD to participate. I'm a bit anti-drill and anti-cheer, but it's something she wanted so bad I caved in and signed her up. She spent all weekend laying out her clothes and crying about what shoes to wear (ironically, she got there and everyone had to go barefoot). The next day I was helping her get ready, and this is what she dissolved into:



Me: Hannah, what are you crying about?
Hannah: I don't wanna wear shorts!!!
Me: Why not?
Hannah: BECAUSE MY LEGS ARE TOO HAIRY. WAAAAAAAH.

I'm open to suggestions.

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