Sunday April 10th
The puppy goes by Ru (pronounced Roo) or Ruin. Quite apt for a puppy. Her crate is huge and hideous, I don't have a room large enough to put it in where it isn't a blackhole. And she's still so tiny it is like living in a cavern. She prefers to pee on sheep skin rugs instead of grass...
The puppy goes by Ru (pronounced Roo) or Ruin. Quite apt for a puppy. Her crate is huge and hideous, I don't have a room large enough to put it in where it isn't a blackhole. And she's still so tiny it is like living in a cavern. She prefers to pee on sheep skin rugs instead of grass...
Being the new favorite "toy", Scout picks her up by her back feet and pulls her around like a wheelbarrow. If she survives her first year in our home, without an untimely death (drawn and quartered by Maeser and Scout) or me giving her away, it will be a miracle.
Conference weekend. The most memorable talk: Elder Patrick Kearon
Saturdays mornings are spent on the baseball field for the foreseeable future. (Whoever thought that would be a good idea should be shot.) Abe is far from worst on his team, but this is a big step up from t-ball... For him, the new hat and jersey are exciting. He really needs to find a sport he loves. For me, finding a bit of shade and remembering shoes for all the kids would be ideal. I just ordered popsicle molds, the kind where you freeze your own... every child should have memories of popsicles in the summer time. And since we live in a perpetual summer...I can't wait.
Saturdays mornings are spent on the baseball field for the foreseeable future. (Whoever thought that would be a good idea should be shot.) Abe is far from worst on his team, but this is a big step up from t-ball... For him, the new hat and jersey are exciting. He really needs to find a sport he loves. For me, finding a bit of shade and remembering shoes for all the kids would be ideal. I just ordered popsicle molds, the kind where you freeze your own... every child should have memories of popsicles in the summer time. And since we live in a perpetual summer...I can't wait.
Moses waiting for the baseball game to end.
Speaking of hot- Maeser and I had to visit a member's home just 3 blocks away from the school to deliver a baking pan. 3 blocks... walking seemed like a good idea. It was hot. Made hotter by dragging Maeser down the street during nap time and wearing Moses in the carrier. I walked all the way to the end of the street and knocked on a door only to have it answered by an elderly Chinese auntie. Wrong street. Walking back up the road Maeser complained that he was "melting like a snowman". Of course, he really was.
Can't wait for those popsicles.
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