Budding Politician?

Sunday we went to church with my parents. Since their ward meets at lunch time, I took a small snack for the kids. As soon as we got to church I remembered that my parents' ward (maybe stake) has a no food in the chapel policy. H saw the snack in the diaper bag and wanted it. I double checked with my mom about the policy and told H that no snacks were allowed. She looked at me and said, "Are we still in the United States of America?" I said, "Yes," and she said, "Then we are free to do whatever we want."

Pretty

This past Monday we had lots of people over to help us clean and get things fixed around the house. When H got home from school she started playing. After a while I realized I hadn't heard a peep out of her in a while. I found her in my bathroom trying to make herself pretty. Of course she would have to use my waterproof mascara. I told her to stay out of my makeup and I put it away and went back to cleaning. Again, I noticed I hadn't heard from her in a while. I went back to the bathroom and found her with my makeup again.

First Day of School...Take 2

Since we moved, H had to switch schools. She was not too happy about it either. This past Monday was her first day as a Baracuda. We got her registered and in class and as I was walking away I was proud of myself for not crying like I did on her other first day of Kindergarten. I was, however, praying that she would find a friend and have a good day. Her teacher, Mrs. White (H wondered if her first name was Snow), said she had a good first day. Phew! She has since made friends with a girl named Riley.

Today was a half day at school and when we got home she came in the kitchen where I was making lunch and started crying. I asked her what was wrong and she said that no one would play with her at recess. My heart just sank and I sat with her and cried. Her poor heart was breaking and mine was breaking for her. Tomorrow will be better, right?

I'm kind of disappointed in this school so far. All I've seen H come home with is coloring pages. Yesterday she told me they watched "Max and Ruby" and "Spongebob" while waiting for school to get out. I really hope she is learning at school, but I'm not sure she is. When I ask her what they did she can't remember (which is not a different answer than I used to get, but at least at her old school I could kind of tell what she was learning by looking through all her papers).

What's Been Going On

I used to think it would be fun to buy an old fixer-upper and renovate it. Not anymore and this house isn't really a fixer-upper. We knew going in that this house was in need of a good cleaning, but I think we may have been a little optimistic about it all. On Friday I took the kids over to the house to start the cleaning process (cleaning with three kids in tow and being pregnant ought to be easy, right?). N had to work, but his parents and brother were going to be over to help me. I took one look at the house and was completely overwhelmed. I sat down and cried, regretting the decision to ever buy it. We started in and got to work. We had to have it clean enough that we could move our stuff in the next day. The kids feet and legs were black by the time we were done for the day. Even now, almost a week later, they still turn black when walking around barefoot. It is coming along, but we still have a lot to do. I would say that I regret buying it at least once a day. I keep telling myself that once we get settled in it will be okay.

I forgot to mention something about the house. To give you an idea of what we are talking about, N and his mom both cleaned 5 pieces of gum EACH off the top ledge of the shower. Seriously, who does that? Do you suddenly realize when you are in the shower that you had gum in your mouth and you no longer want it? I mean, you can't keep it in there for the 10 or so minutes of your shower? What the heck is that about?

In other news, M's first of two teeth finally cut through. The second shouldn't be too far behind. He is much happier and so am I.

M's Favorite Place in the Entire House

M loves to be under the table. Ever since he became mobile, if he is missing I know I can find him under the table. I recently discovered that his big brother and big sister purposely drop food on the floor for him to find. Earlier this week K dropped part of an Oreo on the floor and M found it. After he found it he absolutely wouldn't stay away from the table. Apparently I need to be more diligent about sweeping after meals.

Yesterday at Church

During the sacrament K leaned over to me and told me his phone was ringing. I told him it wasn't, but he assured me that it was. He then pulled his contraband (aka my old, non-working cell phone) out of his pocket and said, "Hello?" When N leaned over to tell K that we don't talk on the phone at church, K looked at him, plugged his ear and continued with his conversation. After church I asked him who had called him during the sacrament and he said he didn't know.

Also, after the sacrament when the deacons were all lined up right before they go sit with their families, K asked me if they were the prophets. When I said no he said, "Oh. Well, then who are the prophets?"