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No More Cheating

If I am posting pictures I am contributing right? However, I guess it doesn't account for what we are currently doing. Actually, that would not be too fascinating right now. Mike calls and I can give him a thrilling account of what we did for the day in a few brief sentences. So here goes- Youngest to oldest.

Sawyer has Ellyn's cold now, he has goobers in his eyes and in the mornings and after naps he wakes up with his eyes sealed shut and he looks positively pathetic. He is making sounds closer to "mama" and "hi" every day and at the right time as well. He is getting faster at his little caterpillar crawl and I had to spend a little time baby proofing our open stairs the other day. Thick pieces of cardboard taped to the back of the first two steps and then the baby gate after that. It is a spiral staircase so I had to go up two stairs for the gate. The cardboard isn't too noticeable and it is all I am going to do until we move.

Ellyn is finally over her cold. She was so miserable for a week. She went to school today and everything. Also, she used the bathroom twice today and was so thrilled with herself. It was sooo cute. She was very excited and clapped her hands and gave me big hugs. Man, that kid is just so darn lovable. She spent the whole evening after Jane's soccer game outside on the grass while I cooked up some taco meat and made some dinner.

Sadie is sporting a nice case of road rash on the side of her face right now. She fell off the see saw at Jane's soccer game tonight and really nailed the whole side of her face. She cried for a few minutes and then was off to play again. Tonight we were reading in 2Nephi about Satan guiding us along with a flaxen cord and then binding us with strong cords and Sadie asked what that meant and I was explaining it to her and she was in tears saying that she didn't want to be with Satan but that being good was so hard. We were reading on the lap top so we looked up pictures of Jesus with little children and talked about how much Jesus loved her and how he knew we would make mistakes but that he just wants us to keep trying. She finally stopped crying and we were able to end on some happy thoughts. Poor kid. I know that she pretty much hates being good on several levels- working, obeying, etc... but she has a little heart of gold and she really is trying.

Jane is doing well. I think she is really enjoying life right now. She is getting a little more independent, riding her bike with her friend to and from soccer practice, staying home by herself occasionally to work on school work while I run errands, working on schoolwork very independently. She and her friend Shyah even walked to the theater last night to catch a flick. Weird to have your kids grow up. She is also still really enjoying cooking and stealing my camera to take pictures. She made killer eggplant parmesan the other day. I'm going to have to buy some more tomorrow.

Okay, that's it for now. Mike said he was going to bed early. I said I was going to bed early. Then the i-chat window popped up at 11:00 and we were both busted. So now it is even later and I have got to hit the hay.

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