It so rarely happens anymore that I go for 3 days without blogging. I guess that's what happens when Andrew comes home, we tear apart the house, rearrange all the furniture, and repaint all the walls. We're getting ready for his parents to come.
Of course, whenever I go days without blogging, the things I want to write about get clogged up in my head. Like a big traffic jam of things to remember. Here are just a few...abbreviated, of course.
-I would like to thank my dad for having daily scripture study with us as long as I can remember. I have always been very familiar with the language of the scriptures, and today I became thankful for that.
-I have been thinking about the phrase, "What would Jesus do?" And I'm trying to decide how He would handle incredibly obnoxious telemarketers. Let me know if you have any ideas.
-Eva's three favorite things in the world are Henry, sippy, and paci. She has to have all three things at nap and bed time. Andrew and I have (rather irreverently) dubbed it Eva's Trinity.
-I have also been thinking about why there is such tremendous guilt associated with Mormon women and childbearing. It is an emotional topic for every woman, I'm sure, but I think us LDS womenfolk take it especially personally. Maybe because of the whole "multiply and replenish the earth" thing. It seems like everyone feels anxiety over something involving children - how many, how far apart, etc. Please tell me your thoughts on that as well.
-I would like to welcome back my shin splints. Thanks for joining me on my journey to the race, fellows. You won't make it any easier. But guess what? YOU CAN'T STOP ME.
-I love couscous.
-Oh, and tomorrow I'm going to heaven. I mean, Ikea. To spend my birthday money from Nanny and Papa. I LOVE knowing that I am walking in there with money and I'm guaranteed to walk out with something. Or alot of somethings, hopefully.
-Tonight Eva was in a royally BAD mood. It started to go downhill fast after I got her out of the tub and was trying to brush her teeth. She did NOT want me to do that, so she ended up with a bloody gum and I gave up. Then, in a fit of rage, she threw herself down on the floor and smacked her mouth, giving herself a big purple fat lip. Then she screamed so hard that she threw up. And I stepped in it. Needless to say, we were glad to put her in bed.