Ryan had to clean out an entire roll of toilet paper from the kids bathroom. (Thank you, Seth). It's so exactly what he had in mind when he dreamed of becoming a dad.
I got to take 6 Cub Scouts to the library to research, using old newspapers and almanacs, the day they were born. The librarian had to only come tell them to calm down twice, so I felt like it was a roaring success. While there, Gabe found out about World Record books and now has been grossing his sisters out all week with The World's Longest Intestinal Parasite, etc. (The wonders a library can bring to your own living room?!)
I actually got excited about decorating a nursery and actually purchasing a bed for Gabe. Sooo hoping this means I'm nesting and that my body is preparing for an early delivery. See a before of the baby's room:
Ryan's mom was in town this week watching the Daines kids and she and Ryan braved Valleyfest with all the kids. They bouncy-housed (see Emma here in her belted outfit that she thought was so cool):
face painted:
met Clifford:
and only lost Jane for 15 minutes. Really impressive, if you think about it.
We had a lesson today on Garbage words. We identified them:"You're a jewk" (a real favorite with Seth and Jane), "Stupid", and "Sucks" (unfortunately, a favorite with mom) to name a few. We threw them in the garbage, found substitutions and got out a jar to collect any mistakes, 25 cents each. 9 hours later, we're at $1.75.
That sucks.
And last but not least, Seth's tongue has apparently been loosed during prayers. For the last 6 months, this is verbatim the prayer he gives every single time: "Dear Henly Father, thank you for dis day, please bless Dad on his mission (?!), In the name of Jesus Christ, amen."
That all changed tonight. He was blessing Gabe to not get burn by the fire and born again (what are they teaching in nursery, anyway), that Nephi's brothers can say sorry (again, nursery), that our baby gel will come out after costumes and that Emma will have a good day at work. He went on and on, with a pause to tell "Jane, you should be quiet during my prayer." We had to finally help him wind it up.
Which is probably what you are wishing I would do, too.
I don't know where he gets that tendency to go on and on. I really don't.
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