On Tuesday it was the worst. My lymph nodes were all swollen, my throat hurt so bad I couldn't even open my mouth without severe pain, and when I looked at it with a flashlight, I had those little white sores all over. So I went to the doctor thinking it was strep, but of course it wasn't. Because I like paying doctors for no reason, apparently. Or at least that's what you would think for how often I do it.
Cecily and Mira brought Barbies along and were good sports while we were waiting for the rapid culture.
On Wednesday, I think, Mira had a mini program reciting a nursery rhyme in front of the class and the parents. She choose to do Queen of Hearts, which goes like this:
The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a summer’s day;
The knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts,
And took them clean away.
The King of Hearts
Called for the tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore;
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts,
And vowed he’d steal no more.
She did a really great job. Hers was the longest one in the class, and the only one with choreographed movements, which she did flawlessly. I was a proud mama.
This is a terrible picture of the class before the program, and then I thought I captured a video of the performance and messed that up, and I forgot to take a picture of her in the costume I threw together before she dumped pizza all over it. Big mom fail there. But I don't think it will matter in the long run, so I'm not beating myself up over it. I just wish you could have been proud along with me.
The cutest part of the whole thing was practicing the night before. Steve made up actions and we all sat in front of him as the audience and watched him demonstrate them to Mira. Mira then practiced it, and then Emilia wanted a try. After that, Mira said it was my turn, so I got up. And then, of course, Cecily wanted to try. Her version was definitely the best. (Also relevant: we've been reading The Secret Garden for bedtime stories and we had pancakes for dinner that night.)
Cecily, exuberantly: The thought made some pancakes and ran over here. Their name was Colin. The person . . . brought them back and then there're no more farts!
On Tuesday, it was 65 degrees outside. Beautiful. Sunny. I picked up Emilia from school and we drove home with the windows down because everybody was too hot. That night, it snowed. And it snowed and snowed and snowed. This was the view from my front window Wednesday night.
Since it was so warm, it rained first, and then it froze on all the trees and then the snow stuck to it like glue. It was the most beautiful thing I've seen in a long time. And it wasn't just at night or right away in the morning. It lasted all day. I decided Thursday morning to take the younger two to the temple grounds with me so i could take some pictures of the temple with the trees all covered in snow. But by the time we got there, it had actually warmed up a bit and the snow wasn't sticking to the trees the way it was in Springville (the temple is in Provo, about 7 miles north). I was disappointed. But I still got a couple good shots. We were freezing when we were done, though.
I took some more shots on Friday afternoon. I just can't get over the beauty of the trees holding onto the snow. It's so different than what I grew up with in North Dakota.
I found it humorous that my U.S. Mail box ended up looking like it was wearing one of those Russian hats. I looked it up and they are called Ushenkas. Bet you didn't know that before.
This morning, Steve and I were still lazing in bed and Cecily came in to hang out with us. After a minute, she said, "Daddy, you go to sleep. And I kiss you." Steve dutifully laid down and closed his eyes, pretending to snore. She leans over and kisses his chin and he startled awake. She giggled charmingly and then told him to do it again. They played it this way about ten times before she said. "Okay, now I go to sleep." And she closed her eyes and waited for Daddy to kiss her awake. Steve was a bit more dramatic in his pre-kiss warm up. ;)
My pretty girls at church. (They asked me to take a picture.)
This is a picture Mira drew for me. I love that she's learning to write (and that she writes "I like you" instead of "I love you" because she doesn't know how to spell "love.") I also love how she draws my hair curly.
You know. Just me.
We went to the library on Friday because I needed to pay my overdue fines before I could renew a couple of the books (like Secret Garden which we haven't finished). I swear the library stays in business because I can't manage to get my books back by their due date. Ever.
There was a fun Native American story time where the kids got to make a pouch necklace that they could wear around their necks. They had to listen to the speaker talk about Native American customs and listen to her read a book about one of their deities before the the craft project though and Cecily was having none of it. Especially since Mira got the purple bean bag to sit on and Cecily only got a red one.
She disappeared at one point and I found her on the other side of the library coloring in the adult coloring books like this, with six colored pencils in her hand a time. Oy, that child.
And the last little humorous story. I got this book in the mail this week:
This doesn't look like a book I would normally read. I didn't remember buying the book. It did seem like the kind of thing I would have read about in another book or online and would have looked at on Amazon. But I really didn't think I would have bought it. I thought maybe I accidentally put it in my cart and I paid for another item (I've bought a few in the last few weeks) without paying as much attention as I should about everything that was in my cart. But it came in the mail with my name on it, so I put it on my night stand to figure out when I had more time.
A few nights later, I rolled over to turn off my lamp and saw the sticker on the side of the book. Enlarge the picture and look at the words.
I laughed out loud. I had ordered the book Goodnight Gorilla like three weeks previous because Cecily loves that book, but so had Emilia and Mira and it had lost both of it's covers and gotten thrown away. She had asked me for it, so I got on Amazon and ordered it from a used book store. And I ended up with Woman Code. Do you think maybe they thought the book would help women put the gorilla inside them to sleep?
Luckily, the seller was easy to work with and I got a refund and a note saying to keep the book I got in error. What do you think? Should I read it?
