Brian, Julie, 4 girls, and one little dude Elcock
Julie was poking around on the computer today and she came across what the girls apparently like to do when they’re not nerding out at nickjr.com or something similar. It was so exciting that even Julie got in on the action today. I can also take comfort in the fact that they’re Mac fans.
I’m very proud.
Aloha, it’s me, Julie. I decided I needed to totally redeem myself after my trash talkin’ in the comments section of the last blog. Yes, I am an avid, emotional Jazz fan! But for the record, I was not attacking other teams merely defending my right to cheer on the Jazz! I’m cooking up a Chimichanga party for tonights game with some new ideas–thanks Sheri! We have some Hawaiian girls at our home–or at least our best efforts to be some. Last week was Western Day and then there’s crazy hair day, and school spirit days—I can’t keep up! All I know is we are running out of days and Abigail lets me know on a daily bases. Today she chimed out that, “There are only six days left of school!” (in distress). Most children would be excited and giddy about this–not my girls. They breath school and reading.
Abigail seems to be getting a little too much schooling and education for her Father’s likes. Saturday we were driving around the neighborhood in the hills (as I call it) where Brian would really like to live. Abigail says out loud, “Now why would someone go and ruin a perfectly good habitat to build homes like this!”. I just sat in the front seat jiggling trying not to laugh out loud while Brian says under his breath, “Tell me she didn’t just say that, please tell me she didn’t say that!”
I won’t even try to explain our housing situation so I’m going to be lazy and cut and paste from an e-mail I sent my sister-in-law, Ali recently to explain the situation. “So here’s the situation…all I can really say is that I have NO WORDS and NO PATIENCE. Here goes my run-on sentence. We have gone the full gamete from looking at the 220k piece of garbage, or the shoot the moon what-we-want but-shouldn’t-get, in the middle range but squishy, renting eternally, the infamous Spring Creek new build, more expensive/ fixer upper type, outhouse, cabin, tent, camping indefinitely, and my favorite, trampoline (fun and entertaining by day–great table, bed, net, strainer, and giver of shade). In the end, bless my dear husband, I love him, but I may shoot him! We do see the beginnings of a significant shift in the market SOOOOOOOOO I think we will continue to rent until A. Spring Creek house is built or B. until we find a home that we feel is worth what they’re asking. Enough said and PRAY for me/us!” There, that was an ugly run-on sentence with horrible grammar–but you get the idea!
On a lighter note Gwenyth is showing signs of walking. She’s almost 15 months and 15 pounds and has been our slowest walking. She is feisty and has everyone doing everything for her on her terms. Thus the walking late–it’s all on her terms. Can’t wait to potty train this one! Speaking of potty training, I found these great new plastic pants/underwear pack of three at Target in American Fork–I can only find them at that location. Lucy hates wearing them so bad she’s quit wetting her bed at night. They are a Godsend!
I took the tiny tots to Lucy’s music class today. She is still attending Art City Music Academy and loves it. Aunt Marilyn is in Cozumel, Mexico, so Gwen got to study music with Miss Leslie too. I wish I would have brought my camera because there was a lot of clapping, pounding, & squealing on Gwen’s part. She loved it! When it came time for the keyboard she wasn’t about to share it with Lucy and was ticked off she didn’t have her own bench and keyboard. We went with all the kids after to McDonald’s and they got their fill of playland for at least another six months (I have an aversion to buffets and also playlands or any sort).
I have been officially told that my turn is over on the computer by Grace. She is the networker. Networking friends, money, computer time, food, playtime, you name it. I can’t resist those brown eyes on occasions and this, my friends, is one of those. So it’s a scramble to get the Jazzy Mexican fiesta going and the house somewhat picked up before my luvy gets home. Aloha & Go Jazz!
Here’s a (long) video of Lucy:
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Not much else to say tonight. We’ve actually had a few people contact us saying they’re suffering withdrawals from our lack of posting. Sincere apologies for that. There’s too much and nothing going on at the same time. The girls are almost done with school. Everyone’s doing well. Stu Jackson and David Stern can go suck rocks.
Update: Yes, that was Brian writing. It said Julie originally. And, yes, I think I’m tough.