I promise I’ll post pictures soon, especially since now I can theoretically email them instead of uploading them in that time-consuming typical manner. Tomorrow night maybe (tonight’s choir).
Noah turned four last Friday. What a sweet little guy. He was so excited. I got off early so we could all hang out, and we went to the park, where Ben cajoled his way into an ice-blocking party on the hill and tried that a few times—who says he doesn’t have social skills? We ate at Spaghetti Factory and then had cake at Grandma’s (since Uncle
After you frost the whole thing orange, you put a little HoHo-style chocolate cake roll as the stem, smash large green and yellow gumdrops for leaves around the stem, smash and cut black (outside) and yellow (inside) large gumdrops for the eyes, use yellow frosting (smoothed with a wet finger) for the mouth, smash and cut green gumdrops for the teeth, then outline the eyes, nose and mouth with black icing. You can use licorice string to make stem coils, but I just used the black icing. It is a perfect pumpkin size/shape and very cute! Again, pictures are coming.
On Saturday I taught an RS education class on “Going Green” because apparently my ward doesn’t already think I’m enough of a godless hippie already. I focused on reducing consumption (storyofstuff.com) and going local (Animal, Vegetable, Miracle) as a method of showing love for our fellowman (not exploiting or destroying them or their land) and alleviating poverty (not taking more than our share and giving away what we don’t need).
On that note, we put up our THIRD Obama sign on Saturday—this time, the only way it will get stolen is 1) they will actually have to go around the hedges, through the fence enter our yard, climb up and pull it off the tree it is nailed to or 2) climb over a very tall, painful sticker hedge. I will just be unchristian here and say I hope they choose the latter. Is it not enough that my vote doesn’t matter here and I have to listen to my cousin tell me about how all the people in the ward are telling her to talk sense into me or have people tell me I’m “so brave”? Brother! No, apparently I’m not even allowed a sign, because stealing political signs is the pinnacle of political discourse in
On Sunday, David taught a good lesson on the gathering of
Last night we went swimming for family night (and more of Noah’s birthday celebrations). Lucy can get out of the pool on her own if you put her by the side, and then she happily jumps into your arms—over and over and over. Although we were right next to Noah and playing basketball with him at the hoop, David and I were both looking at Lucy and apparently Noah jumped in (about 4’ deep). We looked over and there were two teenage lifeguards pulling him out—right next to us. We felt so lame—but I was also impressed, since it was literally just a moment since I was looking at Noah, and those lifeguards were way on the other side of the pool—those kids move fast!
So Noah is alive to enjoy his fifth year, no thanks to his parents.