Monday, March 17, 2025
IPM: Interactive Prayer Model
At least we know he isn't littering...
I created a temporary art installation on my living room floor yesterday afternoon when I so bravely folded the load of laundry Alexander so proudly threw into the wash all by himself. I called it: "Why Do Little Boys Even Have Pockets?"
I think every pocket on every pair of pants he wore was crinkly—stuffed full of wrappers. I had a whole pile of trash by the time I finished: fruit snacks wrappers, granola bar wrappers, fig bar wrappers, fruit-by-the-foot, beef jerky wrappers, cheese stick wrappers...
And one non-crinkly tissue.
Miri-who?
Rachel, Miriam, and I took Phoebe on a walk this afternoon and she fell asleep in the stroller, which she hasn't done in a long time, and then she stayed snoozing in the garage for quite some time after we got home.
The neighbourhood kids were all playing and Phoebe slept right on through their happy sounds.
Then the neighbourhood kids decided they needed a wagon and moved a bunch of bikes to access the wagon and a shovel fell off the wall and bonked Benjamin on the head before clattering to the floor and a yelling match erupted between Benjamin, who felt a little sore about things (in about ten different ways), and Zoƫ, who Benjamin blamed for having been the last person to hang up a shovel on the rack.
We heard the clattering and the hollering from inside the house (I went out to check on heads and to inform the kids that Phoebe was napping in the garage where they were currently having a full blown fight and knocking bikes over and stuff).
Phoebe magically slept right on through that noise, too.
Sunday, March 16, 2025
Rachel's talk and Phoebe's...day
Friday, March 14, 2025
Blood worm moon
Miriam decided to stay up until the lunar eclipse. She was in good company—Andrew and I are usually up until around 2:00 working, anyway. She cleaned the kitchen, did her math lessons, and who knows what else (worked on driver's ed, perhaps).
Benjamin woke up around 1:30 coughing and sneezing.
Allergy season is upon us...but I also think the kids may have picked up a cold.
When Phoebe woke up at 2:00 and wandered down to Andrew's office to say hello (she doesn't usually get to see him on Thursdays, but was already awake when he left for campus around 6:00 this morning), we decided we may as well wake everyone else up as well.
It's not every day we get to interrupt the conversation between the sun and the moon, after all!
Naturally all the pictures I took of the moon with my phone were terrible quality. So we will leave that sort of documentation to the professionals.
Thursday, March 13, 2025
Tired Phoebe
Phoebe loves her little chalkboards. She loves drawing on them. She loves erasing her drawings. She loves wiping them down with a wet cloth to get all the old chalk dust away. She (recently) loves sneaking into Daddy's office to retrieve his little air-blower keyboard-cleaning thing to dry her chalkboards off faster (she's only recently overcome her fear of that noise).
Here she is drawing our family (are her pants on inside out? Yes. Is she still wearing her pyjama top because she gave up trying to change out of it? Maybe so. But she's still adorable):
Hurtanoes: There's a storm comin'
Monday, March 10, 2025
The Rachels
His Eye is On the Sparrow
Saturday, March 08, 2025
Spring Formal
Today was the spring formal (aka or at least formally known as "Mormon Prom"). Last year the spring formal was in April, so we're a bit early this year.
Last year only Rachel was able to go and she wore her flower girl dress from Grandpa and Darla's wedding. Rachel also got to go to homecoming this year (and I took several pictures of her in the new dress she picked out). But this was Miriam's first "formal" dance and she decided to wear a dress my mom bought her freshman year at BYU when she went to preference and she got dressed before Rachel did, which meant we were able to take some pictures outside in decent lighting. So I took several pictures of Miriam in her dress: