Sunday Summary

(Sorry no pictures, as we are without our computer, but aren't you thrilled I'm blogging on vacation?)

We'll do some of the week's highlights:

Parent Teacher Conferences
Besides the fact that the kids are on half days for like a month (okay, 6 days, but it seems like forever...nothing throws off your day like a half day), the conferences were enjoyable. Emma is a smart girl, hard worker and as her teacher said, "comes to school eager to learn". I read one of her journal entries and she was writing something and in the middle she wrote this: (deep breath) to illustrate feeling anxious about something. It was darling and I just saw future blogger written all over it. Gabe is also doing well...he's a young second grader, but I was happy to hear he's reading on grade level this year. He's good at math and got extra notice from his music teacher for being so well behaved in music class...it's from all those hours in Primary Singing time, right? Basically, I just left that room feeling SO grateful that my kids are blessed with such good teachers.

Million hour drive to California
So we obviously arrived and actually it went really well. Seth buckled Elmo safely into his own chest buckle (kind of like a baby bjorn) and rode a good four hours that way. It's nice to know EVERYONE in the car was safe. A big Dollar Store toy hit was the frog guns that shot foam discs...bought me a good 45 minutes of happy violence in the back of the car...it stopped when all of the discs had been shot up front at me, where they were un-retrievable. We only stopped for one meal and even for that meal, Emma suggested a drive through (again, following in her mother's footsteps). We arrived in 14 and 1/2 hours and then poured into my dad and Genie's house and proceeded to bounce of the walls for an hour (sorry, guys!)

Other notable events:
Seth thought everything was "a-skusting". "Mom, this owie a-skusting." or "Mom, Katie a-skusting."
Jane had the temper tantrum of her life (because she got a consequence for crying for no reason). Serious gurgling, kicking, screaming, ripping clothes off. Seth, of course, wanted to know "What wrong a Jane, Mom?"
A yummy Sunday dinner at Grandma Nut's house and church (Ryan's parents live in the ward I grew up in) where everyone told me I look just like my mother.

We're glad we're here on vacation and hopefully it will provide a WAY more interesting summary next week. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!