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.
8 comments:
Loved this update! Re: the red lipstick. I think you should save the particularly fine variety of kisses for only when you're wearing red lipstick so he will come to associate it with good things. Voila! your own psych experiment.
Is it all red lipstick or just the new one?
Maybe get a really obnoxious orange lipstick and wear it until he commits to liking the red one better.
If I looked as fantastic as you do in red lips, I'd be rocking it all year long.
I love that Abram said s*** head at church. I don't think that there is a more appropriate place for it. The only time I ever want to say it is at church when someone bears a 30 minute testimony or lets loose with an 8 minute closing prayer, or gives an 11 minute baby blessing. I hear you Abram, I hear you! My vote would be ditch the red lipstick- its a lot easier to find a new lipstick color than it is to find a new husband. Believe me, I have tried! ;-) I am sure you look stunning in it though!
Your problem is that this assumes the husband gets a vote or can have an opinion. Mine doesn't, so we get along great.
I LAUGHED out LOUD at Abram's antics at church. I LOVE it. I'm sure you didn't, but that just makes me feel better when other people's kids are naughty. Mine are so often, I start to wonder when I read some of these blogs if people gave birth to humans or robots.
I vote wear the lipstick when dh is at work, and something else when he's home. Though I really like Annie's idea. ;)
I suppose sweating in church is worse than kicking the bishop in the leg, like my son did. Maybe a little. We need moments like that, though, don't we?
Oh, and relevant to your comment, you are so in shape that you would rock the Y trail. It's worth the view, so if you want to go sometime with a couple of slow hikers, we'd go!
Oops--I meant swearing in church! Typo!
btw, my comment was a joke but one thing that is serious is how precious your kids look in those photos- they are stunning. You and your family are gorgeous. It makes me want to wear red lipstick!
I love your writing, Martha! Motherhood is so difficult for me. I realize that I need to make changes but I am unwilling to do so. Thank you for writing a blog that reflects real life.
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