Mar 2, 2015

Another Crazy Weekend

I hesitate to share any craziness today. I don't want it to feel like I'm whining. You know my sweetie says I like the craziness and I think he is probably right because I just keep doing it although some of it (as I'm about to tell you today's story) is not within my realm of control anyway.

So let's start with the things I could have changed this weekend.

Theoretically, I could have insisted Daylen schedule his Eagle project a different weekend, but when we were looking at the month, the 27th seemed like a great idea. Once it had been announced for 3 weeks, changing it suddenly got much more difficult. It didn't really matter that my family was sick and on Thursday I, myself, was puking my guts out. (I did reschedule my Activity Days meeting and feeding the missionaries...)

OK, so we understand why Friday had to be crazy. Well, if I wanted to change my Saturday, I would have had to do it months ago, because it was cookie pickup day. It actually worked in really well around Bossy's softball projects and the Lowe's class. My sweetie took Sport to his chess tournament early and then he headed off to work for the day. Sport scored 3.5 points this time and won his very first trophy! So cool!

But I digress...

It wasn't my fault that the cookie pickups were running 45 minutes behind. Or that as we pulled into our neighborhood it really started to snow and we had the cookies on an open trailer. It's amazing how quickly many hands can bring 3500 boxes of Girl Scout cookies in the house when they are in danger of getting soaked!

My sweetie returned from work and got ready for his 4:00 priesthood meeting. I goofed around with cookies until it was time to get ready for the 7:00 adult session of stake conference. Bossy took all the younger kids and Drama Queen to her house, Prima Donna went to the play at the high school, Princess and Teach both had dates, so it was just the Dog Walker, my sweetie and me.

We went out for a sandwich and ice cream afterwards and by the time things settled around here, it was after 1:00 AM.

The conference session this morning started at 10:00, but since Curly and Scout were singing in the special musical number for the closing song, we wanted to be near the front. My sweetie left with his car full at 9:20 and the rest of us got out the door about 15 minutes later. Scout was complaining of a tummy ache and since we have had so much sickness here this week, I took her very seriously.

We slid into the row and the prelude music was still playing. People were milling about and I suggested to Scout that we run to the restroom. We took Baby Doll with us too, just in case. As we headed back to the chapel, I again offered to take Scout home, but she shook her head. She had been practicing for this song for 3 weeks and she didn't want to miss it. She and Curly had been chosen specifically by our music leader to represent our ward and she took that very seriously.

Random Pic of Scout
After we got seated back in the chapel, I glanced at the clock and noticed we still had about 7 minutes before the meeting would start. I looked at my church bag full of crayons and fruit snacks and wondered how I would feel if I had to dump it on the floor to catch the contents of Scout's stomach. A tiny voice reminded me that I knew exactly where the small garbage bags were located in the custodian's closet. Two minutes later I was back in my seat with a tiny bag. I opened it up just in case right before the Stake President stood up to begin the meeting.

We were halfway through the opening song when Scout heaved into the bag. Thank goodness the organ covered up the sound, but nothing could cover up the smell. I was grateful my sweetie had chosen two side pews instead of one in the middle. Scout and I were on the second row, carefully hidden by the backs of her brother and sisters.

When she was finished, I found a tissue in my bag and wiped her face. I knotted the other bag tightly, but still left some room in case we needed it for round 2. After the kids sang their first song that included all the primary children (and I had to carry Baby Doll up to the front and lift her over the railing so she could stand by Curly), Scout and I hoofed it to the restroom. It was a false alarm, but we were out in the hall so we could stay out there for a while.

The meeting was scheduled to be 2 hours long and her special musical number was the closing song. We were still on the first speaker! I dumped the bag in the garbage can and we started roaming the halls. We finally sat on the steps to the stage so we could hear the speakers. Did I mention that I had already armed myself with another small bag?

We decided to re enter the chapel during the rest hymn. That meant one last speaker. Then they moved the rest hymn and as we were hurrying up the hallway, Scout cried out one word, "BAG!" I shoved the bag toward her face while simultaneously steering her into a nearby classroom.

When she was finished we headed for the restroom and cleaned her up yet again. We finally made our way back to the chapel and she rested against my shoulder until it was time to sing. She sang like a champ as I tucked that last little folded up garbage bag into my church bag...

...since I really can't control everything, I can at least be prepared.

That makes it much easier to enjoy the craziness!







Mar 1, 2015

Guest Blog: The Softball Service by Burrito

It has been an exciting weekend at our house because Fajita made the softball team at Bingham High School! Last night we secretly cleaned the house so the team could kidnap her at 4 AM to go to breakfast. She was so surprised! She got home about 8 AM and had to go back to practice at 8:45. We joined her at 11:00 to help clean up the softball fields.

At first the only job for small kids was to pick up garbage. We picked up 5 big bags of leaves. While we were picking up garbage, they had a big red machine. My mom called it a sod-cutter. It was super distracting. They were cutting the sod under the batting cage nets. When the man running the machine got close to the nets he asked me to help! I was so exited to stop picking up trash and watch the machine work. My brother, Taco, got jealous and came over too.

When the machine was all done, a different dad started rolling up the grass and carrying it to a pile. I asked if I could help too. And the dad said yes. First I just rolled up the strips for him to cut and carry. Next Uncle Dog Walker came to help carry and Taco and Mom helped roll too.

After a while I asked if I could carry a roll. The dad didn't think I was strong enough.  He told me they were very heavy.  He cut a little smaller one and handed it to me. He was surprised I could carry it all by myself. We worked on it for a long time. My mom said we could go when we finished all the grass. The dad finished cutting and asked us to finish by ourselves so he could go work on a trench. We finally finished just before 2:00 PM.

My mom said, "Let's go get some lunch." As we were headed to the car, the dad in charge of the big machine stopped us and said, "You guys were really great helpers. Please help us by first and third base." My mom said we would be back after lunch.
 
We ate lunch at Grandma's and Dog Walker went to set up chairs at the church for stake conference so Baby Doll, Curly, Scout, and Bean Dip came back with us to finish the job. They were surprised to see us back, but happy we came to help. We worked for another hour and it even started to snow!

I am glad Fajita made the softball team and I could help her team get ready for their game next week. I'm happy when I help others.

Feb 28, 2015

Quilts and More Quilts

Princess has a friend named Daylen that you have probably seen on this blog before. She has been encouraging him to finish up some projects before they graduate including his 9th grade English class, his Duty to God award, and his Eagle Scout.

So today was the culmination of many hours of work as we set up the 8 baby quilts several of us pieced for Primary Children's Medical Center. Daylen actually made two of the tops himself! I started the set up about 1:30 and we finished up just before 8:00, but all the quilts are tied and mostly ready to be bound.








Feb 27, 2015

Laura Ingalls Wilder

When I was a child, I used to have tons of time to read. It was what made me want to major in English and become a writer myself. One of my favorite authors was Laura Ingalls Wilder. I had that boxed set of Little House books and I read them so many times I think I wore them out.

So when Scout was looking for a character to write her book report for the wax museum, I was so excited to introduce her to Laura. Unfortunately, she wasn't nearly as excited as me.

I chose Little House on the Prairie, because it was the first one I ever read, and she begrudgingly listened to me read to her. Night after night it was an argument as she insisted the book was boring and she didn't want to read it.

We finally finished it on the weekend and she started working on her report. The wax museum required her to dress like her character and pretend to be Laura with a tri-fold display and a little prepared speech. She was less than enthusiastic.

Then we dressed her up like Laura.

Suddenly everything changed! Laura was the coolest ever! And you know what? Scout actually really looks like her. I went to the school this morning to see her present and she did an excellent job.

Then tonight she dressed up again and after family scripture time she presented for the entire family. As she was getting ready for bed, she mentioned to me in passing, "Oh, I started reading Little House in the Big Woods. I really like these books."

<sigh> Mission accomplished.

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