Good Old Sunday Summary

On Monday, our little preschool co-op went to the pumpkin patch. We'd neglected to reserve an official tour, so we wandered around in the pumpkin fields, picking through the rotten pumpkins and then pushed them toward a cornfield and said, "Okay! Walk through the corn maze!" The bigger kindergartners (Jane and cousin Elise), who had gone on an Official Field Trip with the Kindergarten, kept saying, "But this isn't right! There's no path!" Luckily, 3 year olds are too dumb to care about "Official Field Trips" and loved being outside by tractors, hay trucks and rotting pumpkins.

For Family Home Evening, we did a Food Storage Assessment night--basically we went through our food storage and counted how much of everything we have, and what things need updating, in order to get to a full years' supply. Surprisingly, the brownies, chocolate chips and canned peaches had been completely depleted. Above is Gabe re-enacting how many cans of Spaghetti Sauce we have. We finished the night with cookies made entirely from food storage (except the eggs and butter)...peanut butter, oatmeal, chocolate chip (used the last bag!) cookies.

Oh! Guess what?!

We got booed on Thursday night!!

Who would have guessed, I'd get booed?!

Crazy!

Here's us returning the Boo favor. We made sugar cookies. Can you guess which cookies got delivered and which got left home for personal Romney enjoyment?

Our across the street neighbors hosted the second annual pumpkin carving party. I love this party. You know why? Because then I don't have to do it myself! They served carrot soup and roasted apples and Emma carved this darling pumpkin all by herself. The boy on the left, later in the day, did a little pre-Halloween vandalism and smashed her pumpkin in the driveway. Can you say Future Juvenile Delinquent?

Today was the Primary Program. Jane (see above in her Shabby Apple/Primary Program special attire) has stage fright issues. We talked about it a little today and she said, "I think before I go up there, I will say a prayer and ask to not be scared." It must have worked because she didn't burst into tears until after she'd delivered a memorized and darling "Our Prophet today is Thomas S. Monson." Gabe and Emma did their parts totally tearless.

In the audience was this guy. He didn't pay attention to anything his siblings said, but he must be paying attention somewhere. During the administration of the sacrament, I asked him what the bread helps us remember. His reply? "Jesus died and they hurt his hand like dis: Bam! Bam! (simulating hammer-pounding on his hand) and his shoes like dis: Bam! bam! and his side like dis Bam!Bam!" (see above for Bam! demonstration).

So, on that uplifting note...we'll leave you for this week. Bam!