Church and Tuxedos

A little boy in our ward was shocked when Wayne and I walked in with suits (mine had a skirt).  We sat down in the row in front of him and said, "Why are you all wearing tuxedos?"  W and I looked at each other and laughed.

Then tonight when I commented on T putting his own underwear away he said, "I like myself."  Yes!  I hope I am doing something  right.

Fun Mother Day

This morning I was making an attempt to make the day more fun.  Pre-getting home from dropping off the older kidlets at school we:

• Watched water race down the gutter and raced biodegradable tiny things to see which would get to the drain at the end of the block first.
• Looked for tree mushrooms (found some).
• Played recycling hockey the rest of the way home (it was trash/recycling day where we live) and saw our puck get run over by a pick-up truck--thus renewing the lessons that if something we are playing with goes in the street we do not run after it--Mom gets it, when it is safe.

Then when we got home we:

• Washed our hands and played in the bubbles for a few minutes.
• Sorted the laundry and made up this song.

I will have to say, before you watch the movie, Tommy was such a good sport.  We had a great time making it. It is not professional in any way shape or form. It's just fun. :)

The Laundry Man


There was a family. 
Who went to do their laundry.
But after it was done,
They faced a huge quandary.


Their laundry had been misplaced;
Almost gone to outer space.


What were they going to do?


They called the Laundry Man.
The Laundry Man.
The Laundry.


He went to find the laundry.
To dissolve their sad quandary.
He followed the clothes line
And then followed a vine.


There he found one of their shirts.


He searched hi and lo.
Underneath cars and some snow.
He asked all around.
Then something he found.


The thieves gave the laundry back to:


The Laundry Man.
The Laundry Man.
The Laundry.

R's Student of the Month

R was so excited at the meeting because he is the student of the month.  I am very proud of him. Hooray for R.

St. Patty's Hair

I did my daughter's hair St. Patty's style.  She got excited about a hairstyle that I pulled up on Pinterest. As far as I can remember she has never gotten excited about a hairstyle, ever. So when she was interested I thought---woohoo!  I've got a little girl who'll let me do her hair willingly. I've waited seven years for this.

I slaved and battled for the computer with my four-year-old (Let me play the game!!) so I could see the instructions and ended up with this.

I'm so proud.

Do you see the three leaf clover? The person who's idea it was is here at Adopt a'Do, Cute Girl Hairstyles.


Then, in a feeling of dear reciprocation she started combing my straightened hair (the only time I'll allow anyone to touch my hair).

S said, "Oh mom I love your beautiful blonde hair. You could grow it a little more and then make it into a beautiful wig." Then a moment later she added, "You'd be bald then and that wouldn't be very good."

A second later, "It feels like soft hay."  For the record, I'm not sure she remembers what soft hay feels like--there is not much hay in Brooklyn and much less soft hay--so let's just say my hair feels like healthy hair.

I love my little fairy princess.

Winston Churchill said.

Success is not final,
Failure is not fatal:
It is the courage to continue that counts.

A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.

Difficulties mastered are opportunities won.

Do not let spacious plans for a new world divert your energies from saving what is left of the old.

Kites rise highest against the wind--not with it.

Let our advance worrying become advance thinking and planning.

Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.

The first quality that is needed is audacity.

My most brilliant achievement was my ability to be able to persuade my wife to marry me.

We are all worms. But I believe that I am a glow-worm.


Quotes are from BrainyQuote.com

Busted!

T just ran through the house singing, "R's busted. Busted. Busted."

I wonder what he thinks "busted" is.  Mostly I think he may have watched a little too much Phineas and Ferb.  

Blue and Gold Banquet

R is a boy scout.

He had his first Blue and Gold Banquet last month.

 This is his leader, Ashley Willis. She is really great!

This is the food. I took Chicken Tortilla Soup. The boys served the parents.

S was amazed at all of his patches. She kept asking what each of them meant. One of them has a picture of the Brooklyn Bridge.  Awesomeness.

 After they ate and cleared away all the stuff they pulled out a rope and several people tried jumping. So fun.

 R had a blast!  

 He gave his speech on being a Webelo (which means We will Be Loyal).  Mostly he read it.

S was thrilled and cried out when we arrived, "My first banquet."  I guess I'm going to need to change the name of dinner to the royal banquet. Maybe they'll eat more. :)

Pajama Day

Friday they let the parents come in to read to the children. 

There was ice cream for sale.

There was a movie available for children to watch for movie night a few hours after school.

And it was Pajama Day! 

I wish there was a way to describe how my children felt. 

Let's just say they were super duper, exceedingly, looking-forward-to-it-the-entire-school-year, talk to their mother about it all summer, fall, winter long, ecstatic about wearing their pajamas to school.  

They decided it would probably be the best thing on earth if it were pajama day every day.

But, it's not going to happen that way.  We got several funny looks as we walked to the playgroup.  Enough to convince me regular clothes are the way to go. Except on pajama day. That day is special.