Urban Planning

Since UTA is starting the spiffy new train running from Ogden to Salt Lake next week, Holly is planning to visit us via train. In preparation I drove out to the Centerville station so see how it is arranged and to find out if there are special deals for family passes. It's a construction lot with a sign about welcoming the new transportation hub. One week to go and it's still dirt? This new station is sure fancy!

options

Dealing with a child who has no concept of reality (how is it MY fault that YOU broke curfew?) has been very tiring. Even though I have very carefully kept calm and rational while being raved at J's behavior is certainly grating on my nerves. There is no way of knowing when the monster is going to come out and scream at me. Probably the biggest part of my problem is my inability to take him seriously when he is spouting such drivel. Seriously, you want me to believe that 'this accursed house is the source of all my misery' is a legitimate comment? Luckily I have not burst out into giggles, as I'm sure this would be the height of rudeness, but do I ever look forward to the day when he realized just how absurd his behavior is. Is it evil of me to want to videotape one of his rants? Yeah, probably. Of course, it's also probably evil of me to tell him that if I die Uncle Ben (who is not overly fond of my rude drama king) gets custody of him. I figure it's my life insurance.

Temple Square

We went to Temple Square this Monday to see the tulips. I had been trying to figure out a good day to go down and see the gardens in all their glory, but the weather's been so weird I finally just picked a day. Luckily Holly was happy to host us for lunch and was brave enough to venture out with us into the wild weather. There were very few tulips blooming, but the kids were perfectly happy to go to the church museum and play. No loved that the little plastic chairs were low enough that he could get into and out of them on his own. Em spent probably a good fifteen minutes in the baby nursery rocking her baby. Zak ran around trying to do everything and was bored because there weren't any video games. I'm glad we went.

So, this didn't work so well

Actually, he crawls like a gorilla, on his fists, dunno why. I can't make the video upload here, but maybe

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8543209703509275671&hl=en

will work for you.

Casualties of Greed

Poetry Corner (D this time)

When my Dad is not home I feel all alone,
Like a burdon is resting on me.
When my Dad cannot play, it ruins my Day
And washes my happy away.



Dear father,
I love you. You're so very dear.
You're kind and you offer to play all year.
You're loving. And awesome and very cool.
Always good and love me too!


It is time to go to bed and I think I lost my head. And I hate going to bed. My head. Now go to bed. No now my head. NOW GO TO BED! and my head?

If my faith can bloom like a flower.
And grow within a seed.
If my Faith is pure and clean.
God can rest blessings on me.

Good enough to eat

On the way home from the store I notice that I'm smelling something absolutely wonderful. Is it the groceries I picked up? Nope, nothing particularly fragrant in that bag, yet the smell is most certainly not something which was in the car on the way there. . . It isn't until later that evening that I realize I have been breathing in and enjoying the fragrance on the back of my hand--I'd tried a lotion at the store, thought the smell was a little overwhelming and thought no more of it. Now I'm trying to figure out if it would be okay for me to smell overpoweringly of milk and honey all the time.