So, it’s been 2 weeks since I last posted. It seems that when I feel like I get into a rhythm and start to feel like I’m on top of things I get a wrench thrown into my little world. I’ll try to catch you up a bit.
First off, I was called as the Primary President of our ward a few weeks ago. (For those of you who aren’t Mormon, Primary is the children’s organization in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints.) This is fun and exciting– but I’m still trying to learn the ropes and my mind has been occupied with trying to understand Cub Scouts, moving 14 nursery kids and 4 adults to a room bigger than 10′ x 10′, finding substitutes for the teachers who are moving, you know, stuff like that.
The Sunday it was all official I was just hanging out and following the old Presidency to learn how things should go. We were really hot, so we had the door propped open a bit to get some fresh air. After awhile we heard sirens –constant sirens. Looking outside we realized that they were warning of a possible tornado! I started moving classrooms of kids away from windows and into the gym. Once everyone was in there we heard what sounded like a herd of elephants running across the roof. In reality, it was these:
Golf ball sized hail– some even bigger. All of cars were pelted with it. Even a few wind shields were smashed. After it was all over the kids were beside themselves with exciement. We’ve got the hailstones in the freezer and the holes in Jonah’s Easter dress pants to prove it. The funnel cloud actually touched down at a mall a little over a mile away.
But, as wild and exciting as tornadoes are, the real excitement at our house is this:
Toe grabbing!! Who could be happier than a chubby little guy who has discovered he has built in toys? Cute, round, squishy, pink wiggly toys?
And so, I have switched to disposable diapers. Hunter has been pretty miserable whenever he gets wet and since he is the 4th baby to wear my Mother Ease One-Size diapers the washed and worn terry they’re made of is pretty rough and scratchy. Add to that the misery of being able to see his toes but not reach them with a diaper on and we had a pretty mad baby on our hands. I’m not loving the poop blow outs however, so I may be investing in a new cloth system. I’m trying a couple of these so we’ll see.
Aaaah— what could be cuter? I sure wish I could freeze time.
