Grateful Heart

I love Thanksgiving. I love the day after Thanksgiving when sleep is traded for amazing deals. I love family and said family getting together. I love it all. And I hope you had half as great of weekend as I did. If so, you are incredibly happy and full (and I ain't just talkin' about your tummy).

He IS Our Friend Afterall.

I know that we are all striving to keep Christ in our lives. Especially as the Holidays approach and our thoughts are easily turned to the birth of the Savior and His role in our lives from then on. I think, however, that Hank may be taking his relationship with our kind, wise, Heavenly Brother a little too literally.

Last night in the tub, Hank was tossing a washrag from one end of the tub to the other. He found his game hilarious and peeled with laughter every time the dripping cloth landed with a sploosh at the other end. He giggled the whole way across the bath to retrieve it, only to repeat it again and again. After about the tenth time I stopped laughing. But Hank was still very into it. Apparently, I was no longer an attentive enough audience because he started saying, "Jesus Watch!" "Watch Jesus!" "Look Jesus!" And would throw the washrag for Jesus to enjoy. I am not kidding when I say it went on for five whole minutes. And even then this holy game of Washrag Toss only ended because Hank got a horror stricken face and said, "poopies." That is a sure fire way to get yourself ejected from ANY game, especially a Holy Washrag Toss game in a tub that "mortal mommy" has to clean up.

So as this Christmas season envelops you all, I know you will keep in mind the real reason for the season. And if you really want to get in touch with the Savior, I hear He enjoys a game of Holy Washrag Toss every once in a while.

Fright Week

This shrunken pumpkin says "hewwo."


We have had a marathon of Halloween goodness this week! We started out Monday, with the always fantastic Annual Mortimer Pumpkin Carving. It did not disappoint. Although I did get too full, but that's nobody's fault but my own. I forgot my camera (of course) but above is a shot of Lindy's finished product. It looked really good the first night...now it kind of looks like an elderly person. What are you gonna do?


We had a preschool party on Wednesday, and went to my parents' ward's trunk-or-treat. Lindy was a bat cat (from Charlie and Lola, which she had to explain. People thought that she had a speech problem and was trying to say black cat, but Lindy isn't one to let things slide. She would correct them and correct them until they got it right. Her attention to detail is impressive). Hank was a pumpkin, no confusion there. Piper was an 80's girl, complete with side ponytail, Hatch was a cow, complete with clanging bell. Milli was an adorable little chicken. On Thursday our ward did a Halloween party and on Friday, the actual day, we trick-or-treated at a whopping TWO houses. I know. We really went the extra mile on that. We are classic overachievers. It may have had to do with our car battery dying at the bank, so we tick-tocked away precious trick-or-treating time waiting for my dad to rescue us with his super hero jumper cables. Lucky for us he came home from the Philippines so he could save our butts at least once a week.

So there you have it. Halloween extravaganza. It's totally November now. For reals. Go check your calendar. I didn't believe it at first either, but it's true. Soon I will be drowning in mashed potatoes and turkey. My mouth is watering just entertaining the thought.