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Sunday, June 21, 2009

Esther and Lucy Conversations

We had a pretty slow week and a pretty fast weekend. That's usually the way it goes. Still, my girls always keep me smiling. A few days ago we were outside and there was a stray cat in our yard. Lucy was frantic and started yelling "Shoo, cat, SHOO!!" Then she escalated to, "Fly, cat FLY!!" Esther calmly sitting on a swing beside her said, "Lucy, cats don't fly." Lucy replied, "Oh. Only birdies do?" Esther responded in the affirmative and the cat was almost forgotten. Eventually Mommy had to go chase the cat away with a cup of water. I love being the hero.

Then tonight we were driving home from a delicious Father's day dinner at my parents' house and Lucy and Esther always like to talk about who they are going to marry. Usually, Esther says she's going to marry Uncle Jake and Lucy says she's going to marry Uncle Lige. Tonight, Lucy had a change of heart. In her most tired whiny voice she demanded, "I going to marry GPS." Right before we moved here we decided to invest in a Garmin GPS and we currently have it set to a very handsome Australian male voice. Apparently, Lucy thinks GPS is a real guy and plans on getting hitched to him. Here's how the sister conversation went:

Esther: Lucy you can't marry GPS. It doesn't have arms, or legs, or a mouth, it only tells us which direction to go.

Lucy (still whining): Yes!! I'm going to marry GPS.

Esther: No, it has no hands and it couldn't even be in the wedding!

Lucy (on the edge): I'M GOING TO MARRY GPS.

Mommy and Daddy: Okay, that's great. You can marry GPS. Esther, please don't talk to Lucy any more.

Esther (whispering to Mommy and shaking her head): But Lucy really can't marry GPS.


Sometimes my life is just hilarious. Those are some of the best moments. So here's to another week of mommyhood, and thanks to John and our dads for all they do for us!

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Grandma's House

One nice thing about living in Utah is being able to go visit Grandma. My girls LOVE it! Even if they work in the yard the whole time they think it is the best time ever. Today they were helping Grandma plant flowers and they were so excited to push this cart that seemed just the right size and width for the both of them. Grandma even bought them little Dora trowels so they can help with the gardening and planting (she always has lots going on in that department).

Esther gets so excited about the flowers. When we pull in Grandma's driveway she made sure I noticed how beautiful the roses were. I love how much she loves the beauty of nature. Yesterday, after it rained, she made me look TWICE at this rainbow in the sky because it was SOOOOO beautiful. I love her enthusiasm. I'm glad Grandma is teaching them to love gardening and yardwork. Some day when we have a house we'll need those skills!

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

3 painful experiences

This week has been full of less than fun experiences.

1. Going to the DMV. When we moved to California John and I both ended going to the DMV at least four times each to finish registration and get our licenses. It was AWFUL. So when we moved here I was determined to make it in one shot. I had done all my research and gathered all my paperwork and headed over there Monday morning. I walked up to the counter and everything was going smoothly--the lady told me I had all my paperwork--and then she said I just needed to fill out this extra paper and have John sign it since his name is on the title and then bring it back. It was like she was expecting me to fail and not be able to do it the first time. Then to get my drivers license I had to go to a completely different building and complete an open book, but tricky 25 question test. It took me forever. Fortunately, the second time I went back there was no more suprise paper work and I am done with the DMV, at least for a year.

2. Getting new tires. Not only is it super expensive to get new tires but it took two and a half hours. I had the brilliant idea of going yesterday right when Costco opens so I could be first in line for my new tires. They don't make appointments so "suppposedly" it is first come, first serve. I was there right when the doors opened and was second in line and I can promise you I was not served second. The girls and I blew as much time as we could at Costco. We looked at books, we ate all available samples, and then we did a little grocery shopping. We checked out right when we were told they would be done with our tires and they called and said they were just starting on mine. Fortunately, they put my cart in the cooler and the girls and I walked to Deseret Book to do some more waiting. Lucy broke a book while we were there so then we headed back to Costco crossing our fingers that it was done. Hooray, it was done! Lastly, the guy casually mentions at the end that after I drive twenty five miles I should come back for some sort of quick check on my lug nuts or torque (I can't remember because the girls were going CRAZY by this point). So, wow, I get to go back after spending two and a half hours at Costco. I can't wait.

3. Shopping for maternity swimsuits. Depressing.