I was organizing my 2011 pictures and came across this one. Eweeeuuu.
When I got my haircut in January, I cut off 14 inches. No, I was not able to donate it. I still had an old perm in it...which puts a big "don't" on my do.
Just felt like sharin'.
For spring break this year, we stole one of Chase's good buddies and headed to Salt Lake to the Gateway Children's museum. We chose to go on what could arguably be the busiest day of the year for the museum, and the worst day for driving conditions. All that aside, we had a great time. If you have ever been there, you know all of the fun things that they have for kiddles to do;
play newscasters
do the weather in front of a green screen (this was actually quite funny. I about wet my pants at how funny these two (and some random child) were being)
this, whatever this is called
This probably won't matter a hill of beans to anyone. Just thought I'd record it anyway for posterity sake...and for the slight chance that anyone might think it's as cool as I do.
Being a piano player, and being an LDS (Latter Day Saint) piano player at that, means that I will play the piano in church until my dying day. I have had very few opportunities to do much else by way of service (callings) for our church. I have had the opportunity to play the organ, lead the choir, play the piano, lead the singing, direct the children's music, play the children's music, play the piano for the choir...off and on since I was 16. I don't mind it. I enjoy music. And I enjoy serving.
Sometimes, I would like to do more. I have had a few callings here and there that have not involved music...and I have LOVED them.
So, a few months ago, a full-time missionary for our church who was visiting our home put the bug into my ear about serving as ward missionary...which means serving a mission here in our own ward, or neighborhood. I started to get really excited, I mean pants-on-fire-excited about the prospect of being able to do this. On Easter, I got my wish and was called to serve as a ward missionary.
Can I tell you how much I am loving this? My missionary companion, Amy Gray, and I are having the time of our lives. There is SO much to do. We have a mission leader in our ward who has caught fire with the missionary work available in our ward...our bishop (ward leader) has caught the fire...the other leaders of the other groups in our ward have caught the fire. I feel like we get to eat, drink and breath missionary work, without leaving the country for 2 years. What could be more fun than that!
I still have my other assignments as ward organist and choir pianist, but am SO thrilled to be a part of something that I am becoming so passionate about. My parents are both amazing missionaries. They have been for most of their lives. They lead their lives with love, example, and a desire to share the gospel that they love with all they come in contact with.
Uh, can I be like them when I grow up?
This opportunity is a least helping me get my foot in the door to at least try!
Anyway, fun stuff ahead. Just thought I'd share!
Chase and I have been taking some jaunts down Memory Lane. We have been having a lot of fun watching videos of Chase as an adorable little boy. I don't know what my favorite part has been; watching these super cute videos, or Chase's reaction when he says, "Oh my gosh! I was so adorable!"
This video of my then two and a half year old melts my heart. I have played it over and over, and over. It is so funny how it shows that great stubborn streak in my boy.
Finally, after my 101st replay of this video, I finally figured out from where he gets his stubborn streak.
I guess I'm a little slow...and a little stubborn.
Uggg. Me want food.
Can I just say how much I love boys? They are different creatures, that's for sure. They are definitely wired different than we women folk. Maybe that is a little of why I think they are so great.
I have to say that I love these boys a teensy extra bit more. The top pics are of a rib fest Jeff did for his young men at our shop, along with our bishop and other YM leaders. Notice the absense of plates.
Not an accident.
We.have.amazing.young.men.in.our.ward. We love them...we are so proud of them.
The bottom pic? When I came out from getting ready for bed, after having sent this handsome cave-boy-born-in-a-barn to get his p-jays on, this is what I saw.
When asked why I was being treated to such a vision, his simple retort was only,
"Well, I was still hungry!"
Ahh.
Carry on, then...by all means.
Apparently, I am only comfortable with being a couple months behind in blogging.
One of my favorite things to do for my green-sportin' cutie for St. Paddy's is a fruit (and I use that term loosly) rainbow with a dipping pot at rainbow's end. Chase forgot all about this tasty treat he was to come home to. When he came through the door, he gasped, then said,
"Oh, THANK YOU, Mom! I seriously think I'm going to cry!"
Yeah, I'm good.
And, yes, I do realize that pound for pound, the fruit/chocolate ratio is a little off. Your tears of joy are completely founded, Son.
