Bits and bobs
This is random, but I'd thought I'd give some idea of what our lives are like other than sharing the obligatory pumpkin patch photo that everyone else has right now.
*Daylight savings will end (begin?) in a week, which means the time difference between here and Grenada will be 3 hours. I might not survive the six weeks between this blasted event and Jacob's return to civilization.
*Our days consist of us going to school together around 8:15 am and coming home around 4:45 pm. I thought the long days at school would be taxing on the girls, but they really enjoy being there with me and hanging out in my room before and after school. It's kind of a haven for them.
*They also think it's cool to bring their friends by my room. The other day, Hannah brought in a friend and got out a bunch of my art stuff. They had a table full of an art project by the time I found them. Leah frequently stops by with her friends for Lifesavers.
*Conversation at our house:
Leah: Mom, what does ironic mean?
Me: It's like rain on your wedding day. It's a free ride when you already paid. It's the good advice that you just didn't take.
Because if you grew up in the 90's, you wouldn't answer any other way.
*I walked in on the girls talking about Aunt Jen. (They love their aunt Jen!) Hannah referred to her as Jem (like Jem and the Holograms). I butted in and said, if she's Jem, then who are the Misfits? Hannah said, Sean, Aly, Carrie, Jacob. THANKS, HANNAH.
*Today we had Stake Conference. I didn't know where it was, so I halfheartedly got online and found another church building in the area. I told the girls we'd give it our best shot but would have to come home if we couldn't figure it out (insert Leah flipping out that we might walk into someone else's ward and be so embarrassed.) Turns out we live in Utah, so when it's Stake Conference, there's no need to figure out the building address. You follow the long line of minivans, all driving in a processional toward the same location. (Insert Leah's new fear--"What if it's someone ELSE'S conference?!")
*If you've ever read the children's book Wemberly Worried, it describes Leah almost exactly.
*We're living kind of a simple life right now. I pulled the girls out of all after school activities except an after school club that meets, conveniently, at our school a few days a week. I don't drive them all over tarnation for dance or music or anything. We come home, eat dinner, do homework, take a bath, go to bed. They've made some friends and love to ride their bikes to a new park a few blocks away. I'm enjoying the simplicity and the gas mileage. And sometimes we eat Pasta Sides for dinner.
*Santaquin is very quaint. It's small and sort of dumpy, but for a place that doesn't have a respectable grocery store, it sure has some interesting personality. Santaquin isn't trying to be anything. It's just a little town with a lot of fruit trees and immigrants. And church buildings.
*Speaking of church buildings, the ward we are in is, hands down, the most friendly and accepting ward I have EVER been in. The musical numbers are bad, the sacrament passing is helter skelter, the bishop barely speaks English, but the best part is....drum roll please.....there is a guy who comes with a permed mullet. I say stuff like, "I just got remarried," and people light up and say, "Me too!" It's so refreshing. I'm probably going to erase this part of this post after a few weeks. I'm just trying to say that it's SO nice and I really love the ward. Very relaxed.
*I went to parent teacher conference last week. It's a strange feeling to be a teacher going to parent teacher conferences at the school where you work. The worst part is: I didn't have much of an idea of how Leah was doing in school. I assumed that her teacher would tell me if she was tanking. Leah is self-motivated and works hard at being a good student. (Where does this kid COME FROM?) She's doing great, but I felt very sheepish admitting to her teacher that I have neither helped with homework nor bothered to check on her progress this year.
*Part of being self-motivated is springing stuff on me at the last minute. "Mom, I made a Reflections drawing, so can you print off the form and I need to go to the store for cardboard matting." At 8 pm the night before it's due. And we live in BFE and the nearest matting-bearing location is a 15 minute drive. I was secretly hoping Reflections would get brushed under the rug. Ha.
*Life is happy. I'm usually too tired, we usually have someone (Hannah) in tears before school ("I look fat in baggy clothes!!"), I ALWAYS miss my husband and want the next two months to be extremely fast, and you know, teachers don't make very much money. But we're surviving and can laugh and eat ice cream.
*Daylight savings will end (begin?) in a week, which means the time difference between here and Grenada will be 3 hours. I might not survive the six weeks between this blasted event and Jacob's return to civilization.
*Our days consist of us going to school together around 8:15 am and coming home around 4:45 pm. I thought the long days at school would be taxing on the girls, but they really enjoy being there with me and hanging out in my room before and after school. It's kind of a haven for them.
*They also think it's cool to bring their friends by my room. The other day, Hannah brought in a friend and got out a bunch of my art stuff. They had a table full of an art project by the time I found them. Leah frequently stops by with her friends for Lifesavers.
*Conversation at our house:
Leah: Mom, what does ironic mean?
Me: It's like rain on your wedding day. It's a free ride when you already paid. It's the good advice that you just didn't take.
Because if you grew up in the 90's, you wouldn't answer any other way.
*I walked in on the girls talking about Aunt Jen. (They love their aunt Jen!) Hannah referred to her as Jem (like Jem and the Holograms). I butted in and said, if she's Jem, then who are the Misfits? Hannah said, Sean, Aly, Carrie, Jacob. THANKS, HANNAH.
*Today we had Stake Conference. I didn't know where it was, so I halfheartedly got online and found another church building in the area. I told the girls we'd give it our best shot but would have to come home if we couldn't figure it out (insert Leah flipping out that we might walk into someone else's ward and be so embarrassed.) Turns out we live in Utah, so when it's Stake Conference, there's no need to figure out the building address. You follow the long line of minivans, all driving in a processional toward the same location. (Insert Leah's new fear--"What if it's someone ELSE'S conference?!")
*If you've ever read the children's book Wemberly Worried, it describes Leah almost exactly.
*We're living kind of a simple life right now. I pulled the girls out of all after school activities except an after school club that meets, conveniently, at our school a few days a week. I don't drive them all over tarnation for dance or music or anything. We come home, eat dinner, do homework, take a bath, go to bed. They've made some friends and love to ride their bikes to a new park a few blocks away. I'm enjoying the simplicity and the gas mileage. And sometimes we eat Pasta Sides for dinner.
*Santaquin is very quaint. It's small and sort of dumpy, but for a place that doesn't have a respectable grocery store, it sure has some interesting personality. Santaquin isn't trying to be anything. It's just a little town with a lot of fruit trees and immigrants. And church buildings.
*Speaking of church buildings, the ward we are in is, hands down, the most friendly and accepting ward I have EVER been in. The musical numbers are bad, the sacrament passing is helter skelter, the bishop barely speaks English, but the best part is....drum roll please.....there is a guy who comes with a permed mullet. I say stuff like, "I just got remarried," and people light up and say, "Me too!" It's so refreshing. I'm probably going to erase this part of this post after a few weeks. I'm just trying to say that it's SO nice and I really love the ward. Very relaxed.
*I went to parent teacher conference last week. It's a strange feeling to be a teacher going to parent teacher conferences at the school where you work. The worst part is: I didn't have much of an idea of how Leah was doing in school. I assumed that her teacher would tell me if she was tanking. Leah is self-motivated and works hard at being a good student. (Where does this kid COME FROM?) She's doing great, but I felt very sheepish admitting to her teacher that I have neither helped with homework nor bothered to check on her progress this year.
*Part of being self-motivated is springing stuff on me at the last minute. "Mom, I made a Reflections drawing, so can you print off the form and I need to go to the store for cardboard matting." At 8 pm the night before it's due. And we live in BFE and the nearest matting-bearing location is a 15 minute drive. I was secretly hoping Reflections would get brushed under the rug. Ha.
*Life is happy. I'm usually too tired, we usually have someone (Hannah) in tears before school ("I look fat in baggy clothes!!"), I ALWAYS miss my husband and want the next two months to be extremely fast, and you know, teachers don't make very much money. But we're surviving and can laugh and eat ice cream.
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