Tidbits

Blogging is sort of like journaling for me. The longer I go between posts (or journal entries) the less likely I am to write again. It's because I feel like I have to catch up on everything that has happened since I last wrote. Well today I am breaking that cycle! Here are a few tidbits for the last little while.

 Tyson drove our van down to UT last weekend. He texted me later to ask what CD was in the player, because he kind of liked it. Get ready everyone- it was Jo Dee Messina. Yes, he has admitted a slight preference for country music! Wahoo!

I was loading the washer early one morning last week, determined to finish early and avoid having an explosion of clothing left to fold at the end of the day. I hadn't washed the mattress pad on our bed in awhile, so I put that in. More like stuffed it in with great force. While doing this, I remembered the time our washer had overflown several years ago. And as I closed the lid, the thought came to me- you shouldn't do that, you are going to regret it! I rationalized- I didn't want to do a whole separate load for that thing! I left the laundry room with only a moment's hesitation. Tyson came running up the stairs a few minutes later to say our basement was flooding. No!!!! The washer had been so full that the water couldn't get into the drum, so it overflowed and leaked through the floor to the basement. The laundry room had hardly a drop water. But the room below was sopping wet. (Thankfully it was along the edge of our unfinished food storage room.) Luckily no permanent damage was done.  But the clean up involved a lot more loads of laundry than if I would have listened in the first place! Lesson learned. Even for the tiniest, most simple prompting that I believe come from the Holy Ghost, I should not hesitate to listen.

Yesterday while getting our flu shots, I realized I was receiving payback for my crazy behavior as a child at the doctor's office. I have an irrational fear of most anything medical, especially needles. Ironic, since I'm married to a medical provider. I have learned to handle it much better now. Anyway, my oldest is very much like me. It was a bit of a trick to get him to hold still. But he certainly recovered faster than I ever did! As soon as the shot was out, he started cracking jokes and claiming he had tricked us into thinking he was scared.

Speaking of my oldest making jokes, he made one up the other day. Here it is:
If a tooth comes out, how do you get it back in?
Toothpaste!
I was impressed! Most of the jokes my kids make up make no sense, but this one was good!

Okay and what's a post without pictures? Here are a few recent ones.

 

 

 

First day of first grade for the oldest.

 

 

 

 

 

The spunky middle child

 

 

 

 

 

The littlest, who doesn't know she's little