Good Morning, Jake!

We have a little tracker at the bottom of our page and when we log in we can see where people have visited us from. We can label each visitor if we can figure out which one they are. Sometimes we can match up what time they left a comment with what time a specific computer has logged in or just by location and there's only one person we know there. Because of this, we are aware that my wonderful brother-in-law Jake checks our page from Utah every morning. I have felt bad not having any updates lately, knowing how disappointed he must be when he checks and there is nothing new. So I wanted to say a big "Good Morning, Jake. Have a great day!"

We've also noticed that there are several people that routinely visit us from some of our friends sites and just wanted to say, "Welcome to our crazy world. I'm glad it's something worth reading about."

I wouldn't want to disappoint you today, so let me tell you about our morning. Well, I guess it actually started last night. I took my Mom to see the BYU Ballroom Dance Company perform at the Washington Center. IT WAS AWESOME! If anyone is near Auburn on Saturday evening, they'll be at the Auburn P.A.C. and you should go. They do a number that is all black light stuff that is so great. Anyways, Brandon and I decided that we could be one of the host families for two girls that night. We got them home by 10:30 and were finally off to bed by 12:45 or so. Our family was all up by 6:15, against my will, so I was trying to keep them all quiet so the dancers could sleep. They got up for breakfast and after we ate I started making sack lunches for them. I kissed Riley and sent him off to school. Then it was time for us to get them to the church for their bus. YAWN, I know it doesn't seem bad, but here is where it gets better. I get home from the church just in time for a meeting that is to be held at my house. As the first person shows up a little early to feed her baby before the meeting, I get a phone call from one of the girls that had stayed over. She had left her cell phone and could I bring it there, please? So I asked my friend if she was okay with my two children and her three for a minute and was off. Dropped off the phone and got back in time for the other people to show up. Between us there were only 7 kids today, which is down from the summers average of 11 or so. We always seem to get stuff done, even while having to rescue a tiny kitten from the hands of too much love. Just after the meeting, I received a call from the Bishop. He had been out of town and realized I never had received a phone call to invite me to give a talk in church on Sunday. This is my week to teach the children's lesson about service, so how could I say no? And since the Bishop wants me to talk about forgiveness, how can I be mad at him? So I will have one 15 minute talk and two 15 minute lessons on Sunday. Hurray! Please, no one call me for the rest of the week as I will be insane. As I am wrapping up my phone call with the Bishop, Anna very calmly walks into the room, tells me Evan has taken off his pull-up and it had poop in it and then calmly walked away. Yikes! So...I'm trying to finish up the conversation, consoling a crying child, quietly yelling (really you can do that) at the girls (Anna had a friend over!) not to step in anything while I am stripping Evan of the remainder of his clothing that unfortunately were not clean anymore. Finally I hung up with the Bishop (I'm sure the crying child was an indication that I needed to go) and carried a naked, poopy, crying child to the bathtub where he stood for a few minutes as I visually tracked where I had found him to where it had all started. Of course, the phone rang. It was Brandon calling. NO, it was not a good time since I was cleaning up tracks through the kitchen that were not MUD! Oh my goodness! A little while later, my husband showed up home from work early, deciding to work longer on Friday, because he was "tired" and thought he'd have a nap this afternoon. He took care of Evan while I took the girls to school and then we spent 2 hours napping in our perfectly quiet house. I don't know what I loved more this afternoon, my nap or my wonderful, loving husband. Most days there would be a clear winner, but today, by husband pulled ahead a little. Ha Ha! I love Brandon so much. Hope this made someone feel better about the day they had. I can still manage a smile, so I guess it wasn't that bad of a day. -P-