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New Beginnings...Kinda...

It's been an eventful week at our house...

My mother-in-law came to visit from her home in Las Vegas. She's so beautiful and never seems to age. It was wonderful to see her and the kids always look forward to seeing Grandma Bonnie. I made a turkey dinner for the day (Thanksgiving in March!) and it was wonderful.


Ashley lost another tooth and the Tooth Fairy didn't come for 3 whole days! She was apparently very booked up and busy and suffering from a severe case of memory loss. Ashley left the Tooth Fairy a note asking for $4 instead of the usual $1. Alas, the Tooth Fairy was not giving toothless-nine-year-olds a bump in price per tooth.


My son broke up with his girlfriend of six months. I am not saddened by this, as sixteen is waaaay too young to be as serious as he was with her. I do, however, feel sorry for the girl. She was (and is) so in love with my boy. So much so that I received a call from her mother telling me that her daughter was not eating, was not sleeping, did not want to leave the house, etc. While I feel sorry for her, I'm not quite sure what her mother expected me to do about it.

Now my boy is doing guy things with his friends, which is much healthier at this age. He's upstairs in the loft right now with his friend Steve. They're playing WOW. I took them a plate of cookies I just made and snapped this picture with my cell phone of them.


In other new beginnings, kinda, our oldest has decided to return to BYU next month to continue pursuing her degree. We did not coerce her or force her or even talk much to her about it. The most we did was to send her an email telling her we didn't quite care WHAT she did, as long as she did SOMETHING. Things sometimes must come to a head before we make our decisions. We're very glad she's decided to go back to school and not become a flight attendant as was one of her ideas in the past week. So, she'll be gone in a month or so.

As for me, I'm finishing up with some clients and still writing up a storm. I'm building my business slowly but surely and it's exciting and tiring all at once. I spent about 8 hours at the local coffee shop finishing up two eBooks and then came home to rest my eyes. It was a good day.

Of course today I woke up with a migraine but oh well. Such is life.

Oh, Allison gave a very nice talk in church on Sunday. Here she is. I do so love this child. Such a sweet and loving nature.

Ally giving a talk in Primary

Life is plugging along for us. I better go. I've got some turkey soup simmering on the stove and it needs attention.


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