Norah, is doing well in school, it's a full-time job for me, but she enjoys learning and achieving and is leading her class in completing challenges which bring only a star as credit. She is still so creative and enjoys spending time in her own world which is lovely at the appropriate times, if you know what I mean.
Lulu is a great student, she loves to learn, and spends hours reading. She is slightly obsessive, but oh well, I am learning new talents. I love how her school photos turned out. There is a fine line between Lulu looking beautiful and crazy, former school photos have been the evidence.
Abram, oh Abram. Abram took initiative and has taught himself to read. This is good because maybe the trillion questions that spill from his mouth every day can be directed toward books.
Abram has a potty mouth problem. He spits out a poop head every few seconds, he tried out penis head last week, and then Sunday, at church, in the foyer, in front of a number of our neighbors, he yelled sh#$ head at Norah. Most definitely one of my finer parenting moments.
Rosemary insists she is not a big girl but my baby. If there is something she doesn't want to do, she tells me she is going to throw up. She also has picked up the habit of telling me "I not happy" all day long with a few "I happy" thrown in when she gets her way. She really is quite sweet and tender, but she seems to be going through some post traumatic stress since I pushed her out of her infancy to toddlerhood by making her wear panties.
Brad continues to be the fun parent and works hard for our family. He is also the first assistant in the high priest group in our church and his job is to attend to all the single ladies-his dream job:)
I am really skyrocketing toward being a domestic goddess with my vast array of serious cleaning, cooking, sewing and gardening skills. But seriously, intellectually I understand the need for families and the training ground they are for following the foot steps of the Savior. But there are times when I think: who said I want to be like God anyway? And then there are times that I recognize the distance that I have traveled. I am not the same person I was 10 years ago, good riddance! The Lord has blessed my work with talents and skills that I never knew I could learn (nor wanted to learn in some cases.) And for this I am grateful.
Now for the important stuff: My husband hates my new red lipstick. I adore it.
So you have before you two difficult alternatives:
1. Get rid of the lipstick
2. Get rid of the husband
Choose carefully because I really do love the lipstick.
