Sunday afternoon I tried to take a nap and Will wouldn't leave me alone. He wanted to "read scriptures." I was kind of annoyed because I was pretty tired, but I couldn't be too mad, because a mom shouldn't get too upset at her kid for wanting to read the good word.
After dinner Monday night the kids and Tony played with the blankets. Will's going through a "fort/house/nest" phase so we often have lots of blankets out. And Lauren is always up for hiding under blankets, so it made for a simple, but entertaining FHE activity.
Both Will and Lauren spent a lot of time Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday playing in the diaper box. Why do we buy toys again? I decided to chalk up my failure to put away the diaper box to fostering my children's imaginations. Sidenote: I love how few diapers we are going through these days now that Will is daytime potty trained.
All the rain we've been getting this spring has made for some gorgeous blossoms. Our rose bush puts me in a good mood each time I open the front door. Will loves to climb on this fence post (not really sure what purpose it holds other than decorative).
Woof. On Thursday we flew to Utah via Denver on our way to Idaho for Aunt Wilma's funeral. Naturally since I was traveling without Tony (but with my awesome sister Laura) our flight was delayed over four hours. Consequentally we missed our rescheduled connecting flight in Denver by a mere five mintues (five!) and got to spend another four hours waiting for a flight. When all was said and done we arrive in SLC around midnight (1am to our bodies), after leaving our house a little after 10am that morning. To say I was frustrated would be an understatement. I owe a major shout out to Laura for keep me sane, the kids for being so well behaved considering the circumstances, and all our family that prayed for us. We felt those prayers.
Friday morning we got a late start and then went downtown to visit Aunt Jill at work. Here Aunt Emily is pushing Lauren around on the roller-chair.
Saturday was the day of Aunt Wilma's funeral. I felt like I had already grieved her loss when I first found out she was going to die soon, and then again when she actually did die, but as soon as we got to the church I was hit with a wave of sadness. I miss her so much! Even though I cried a lot, I loved hearing the stories told about her at the funeral and being around so much family. She is such a lovely person and I feel blessed to be connected to her.
3 comments:
Oh Will. Wanting to read the good word :) There are worse things to prevent you from taking a nap eh?
Also, it didn't really hit me until the funeral that Aunt Wilma was gone because she's always the one giving hugs and comforting others. I miss her :(
I am really sorry about your aunt.
Your little story about Will and the scriptures is hysterical. Last Sunday, Clarke was working of course, and I was trying to take a nap and Grant decided to sing me all 9 verses of Follow the Prophet. Why is that song so long??
I'm sorry about your aunt, Carrie! The flight sounds awful, too.
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