Today we acheived some high-yield, low effort birthday perfection. I did have to get up at 6 a.m. to have the requested Monkey Bread ready by 8, but then we took our time baking cupcakes tor today and the cake for tommorow (the real birthday: #8). The whole family ate burritos at the park, met some friends for play and cupcakes, all went swimming, played some more, Dave BBQd hamburgers, we watched Tale of Despereaux (sweet but preachy) while I cuddled with Sophie.
I knew I’d succeeded when I got a compliment from Dave for putting together such a nice day for Sophie, and both Sophie and Ben independently complimented my cupcakes as “looking just like store bought!” Um, thanks.
Noah’s line of the day as he prepared to release an untied balloon to fly across the room: “Prepare…to be…amazed. He also asked that his name be changed. I told him he could pick from one of his actual names: Noah Hyrum Charles. He asked to be called Charlie. I wonder if he meant that?
Tomorrow is the primary program and I’ve been practicing like crazy. I love my low-key calling and never stress about it (as you would know if you heard me play), but I really don’t want to pound out a sour chord in Sacrament Meeting. Especially when the chorister is so intense about it all. But energy and focus is low–I’ve been sick since Tuesday and if my lungs still hurt tomorrow my mom is going to test me for pig flu (she’ works in a lab).
I’m going to post pictures tomorrow without fail!