Exhausted

Falling asleep in the middle of playing is what happens when you don't sleep all night.

Thievery and Absentmindness

I'm beginning to think I'm married to a petty thief.

First Scott comes homes confused and bewildered from the grocery store and says,
"I think I just stole a pack of gum." Lo and behold, there was a pack in his pocket, but not on the receipt. What we think happened is he got the gum at the checkout line at the same time he was getting his wallet out of his pocket.

THIEF!

To be fair though, every since Lucy came around we are a little more absentminded then usual.

Such as the time we were at the store and left in her in the carseat...in the car. Luckily we had only gotten about 6 feet from the car when Scott asked where the baby was.

Back to the stealing part though. Scott promised to pay the gum back next time he went to the store. But it doesn't stop there. The next morning I found a hymn book in my car. And so, to honor my thieving husband I thought I'd share a little story from my past.

For those of you who know me well, you know I'm a rule follower. This applied when I was in High School as well. I was never one to sneak out, cheat on a test, steal a pack of gum,
etc, etc.

Anyway, back in the day I worked at the Sear's Jewelery Counter. It was pretty good money for a 16 year-old and I spent my days selling gaudy cocktail rings to sweet little old ladies.

Side note, this is why I know every month's birthstone.

Anyway, at the end of the night we would count the diamonds in their cases, log it, and put the diamonds (which were on trays) in the safe. I was always so worried about that safe too. I would have nightmares I didn't spin the lock, much like I'm always worried now if I turned my straightner off. One night I had made my count, logged it, opened the safe and bent down to put the diamonds in and I thought I felt something drop. I looked and looked and there was nothing on the ground or on the bottom of the safe. Figuring it was due to my obsessive compulsiveness regarding lock spinnage, I gathered my things, went through security (which we did every night) and drove home. Later, when I was changing into my pajamas and taking off my dress, my dress with front pockets, I found it. A diamond tennis bracelet just sitting there in my clothes, waiting to be discovered by security. I seriously doubt anyone would have believed that I "accidentally" slipped the bracelet into my pocket.

Luckily I worked the next morning and although I spent a stressful night imagining getting busted (there are security cameras zoned in on the safe), I managed to slip the diamond back into the safe the next morning undetected. I can't quite remember how I transported the diamond back to the store, maybe in my purse? Oh, the danger.

And there you go. My one and only brush with trouble. Unless you count the time I got put on "Orem's Most Suspicious Person's List."

A tale for another time.

Nirvana

Lucy is having a zen moment.

Shakespeare Transalated

Scott's school stories are funny.

Such as when they are reading Shakespeare.

When the students read,

"What, Ho!"

Definition,

1. As an interrogative pronoun, used in asking questions
      regarding either persons or things; as, what is this? what
      did you say?

The students read it as,

What, ho?

Dear Lucy

I can't believe you are already 12 weeks. I'm loving how cute you are but,
am a little sad that you are growing up on me.

Right now you love to,

Talk, and talk and talk and talk. Just like your mommy
Smile so big that your eyes squint
Blow lots of bubbles
Hold onto your clothes
Have your diaper changed
Kick and kick your legs when you see us
Be sung to, even though I'm horrible at it
Go for car rides
Look at yourself in the mirror on the swing
Did I mention you like to talk
Sleep on mommy's chest in the morning
Snuggle next to us in bed
Play with your daddy
Have baths

and,
You get really mad if I try to feed you, but you want a nap instead.
Really, really, really mad.
But, I can usually talk you out of your mad mood.

I love you, sweet girl.

Grace

I can't get Natalie's story out of my head.
Maybe it is because her Gavin was born 3 days before Lucy.
Maybe it is because I find her writing so powerful.
Maybe it is because I find her faith so touching.

All I know is that my heart breaks when I read her words and
I thank God for my little girl. My healthy, beautiful little baby.

and so, I repeat her words, "God is good."

Dear Lucy

Today you woke up so happy. You were talking and when we picked you up you had the biggest smile. It was darling.

Summertime

Lucy will be wearing this come June or July. I couldn't help buying it for her.
Oh, I can't wait to see her in it.

Gap

Daddy

We sure missed Scott today. Maybe that is why Lucy didn't nap at all????