Beware of Dog

Joss and Chloe are graded on their behavior at school daily and maintain an A average. As a reward, they got to wear costumes to school instead of the usual uniform.



Jocelynne and Chloe opened up an instrument store in their room. They made a rice shaker, a bongo drum, and I made them a guitar. I would have to give them an "A" for their advertising strategy of using an attention-grabbing sticker on their sign. Chloe's inability to throw ANYTHING away pays off!




Poor Tristan. He is such a tender-hearted little boy and is always giving hugs and kisses to babies and animals. One such animal, our friend's dog, didn't appreciate the attention and bit Tristan's face. Here he's waiting in the ER for stitches, with a topical anesthetic doing its thing.



The nice thing about children's hospitals is that they're equipped for children.



And even their siblings. Besides popsicles, the kids got snack bags, crafts, and coloring pages. They were bestowed with such gifts after the staff saw that I couldn't keep the 4 monkeys from playing with the bed controls and grabbing things out of the biohazard garbage cans.





Here's Tristan the day after, a bit puffy and bruised, but smiling and watching the BYU football game with Daddy.



Our family loves going to Sam's Club on Saturday at lunchtime. The kids love eating all the "examples", as they call them, and I enjoy secretly laughing at people who buy carts full of food in bulk when they only have 1 or 2 kids. Not that I'm justified in buying 2 gallon ketchup bottles, either. All my kids put together might eat the same amount as normal, robust kindergartener. But nothing can dampen the joy of a family outing to Sam's club like hearing the words, "Would the parents of Logan please come to the front of the store?" reverberating throughout the warehouse over the loud speaker. Embarrassed, I tried to send Landon up to retrieve him so I didn't have to skulk up there and pick up my Bad Mom Award. Then my concern overcame my shame, and Logan and I had a joyful reunion, in which he ran into my arms and convinced the disapproving manager that I was, in fact, the negligent owner of the lost boy. Here we are at the Sam's Club Food Court, celebrating. We obviously didn't get enough samples that day.



I am trying to make meals using our food storage, with moderate success. Logan is much better at using our food storage, using the heavy cans like a dangerous set of blocks.

Today, while teaching the primary children a new song, I asked, "Who knows what the word "adore" means?" A 4-year-old Sunbeam waved his arm around furiously and shouted out, "I know! It's what you walk through!" I love my new calling. :)