Someday...

I feel like I have sounded like a Wells Fargo commercial lately. Don't get me wrong, I feel very blessed to be in a nice apartment in a great ward. However, it can be difficult, especially when I am awakened at 5:30 in the morning to the sound of our children playing 'Go Fish' in the room that they share (they weren't even using the same deck of cards, it was pretty funny...the next day). So, these are some of the things that keep me going. Someday...a lawn,

Enough matching, pretty dishes to entertain more than 2 people at a time,

And enough counter space to actually cook a complete meal without having to clean up after each step. If I had a kitchen like this, I think I would be motivated to cook a LOT more, wouldn't you?

A Disastrous Equation

1 pair of Lily's pajama pants.

+

1 Dad, distracted by sports on the TV, but still trying to be helpful.

=

The best part about it was that Alec had just been chastising Eric for putting his pajamas on too slowly. You see, Eric was also distracted by the TV. I wonder how long it would have taken either of them to notice if I hadn't said something...

Like father, like son, I suppose.

Monsoon

Those of you who hail from Arizona won't find this very interesting, since you saw it first hand. Hopefully it will be mildly interesting for the rest of you. This is a short clip of a monsoon storm last Thursday. It did quite a bit of damage in some parts of the valley, but the amazing thing about the storm was the amount of lightning it generated. During a one hour time span there were a total of nearly 5,000 lightning strikes. It looked like strobe lights going off for about two hours. My lame little video won't do it justice, but nevertheless, here you go . . .

Oh what can you do in the summertime....in Arizona?

You can bowl with the pads,

Or Swim with your DAD,

Or see a baseball in the sky? Is that what you do? So do I.

Kindergarten!

We can't believe that Eric is old enough to be going to Kindergarten every day, but here he is. As you can see, he is facing this new chapter in his life with his usual humor. He loves his class and his teacher, Mrs. Harnish. And of course, he has already told every kid in the school his favorite joke--Mushroom and Jelly sandwich! I have to admit, I teared up a little after we dropped him off for the first time. I didn't think I would, I just assumed this would be like sending him to preschool, but every mother out there who has been in my place understands that it is different altogether. I think this is because it signals a true end to the Toddler years and the beginning of a time when you are not involved in a large portion of what they do everyday. We both wish we could be a fly on the wall in his classroom. It is sad, but we are grateful that we have such a great school, and such a great boy!