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Daddy goes to Yakima

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Ellie Boo is waiting in the back seat of the truck, listening to Wicked. We are dropping Mike off for yet another work trip to Yakima. None of us like it when dad has to be gone and this is his third business trip in less than a month. Yakima is not his dream destination. He has to have some sort of balance though. He spent a week in San Diego at the beginning of the month. So, since I haven't been blogging for many moons I will list his previous destinations- Japan, Australia, Orlando, Germany. I try to remind myself that while he was policing the villages and cities of Iraq I was taking road trips to Prague and Venice. However, I think we might be starting to balance out:-). Last time Mike was in Yakima he had to install antennas or an antenna on a hill top, driving it in to solid rock in 50 mph winds and 30 degree weather.
I don't know if this exaggerated, but if it is, it's not by much.

We will be spending another wet gray day at home today because Sawyer threw up at 5:00 this morning. I don't know why, hopefully not the flu!



So the day has passed nicely. Jane went to a missionary farewell then came home before going to our ward for YW. I taught all of the kids how to sew on a button while she was home, then Sawyer and Sadie did all manner of crafting for the afternoon. Ellyn happily drifted about. At 3:45 I drove up to the church with Ellyn and handed her off to Jane for a drive home. The girl loves a good car ride. I dashed through the rain, into the church, and helped with the Great to be 8 meeting for our seven year old primary kids. Now I'm home. We are going to make some chili (from the can, that's right) and snuggle in for the night.

My mother thinks that I should think of all of this dreary weather as "cozy." I'll tell ya, "cozy" only lasts so long and it is not good for the energy level or the booty. Blog out.
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