57 Days (but who's counting...)

I can't wait to kiss this face!

Little Blessing of the Day!

Today I had a little blessing come my way.

Zachary called from his mission to check on his admission status for BYU.

It was so fun to hear his voice.

I miss him.

(sigh)

Hard to Believe

It has been 3 weeks since we dropped Zach off at the MTC.

  Today he left for California and the missionary work really begins.  We spoke with him for a few minutes from the airport and he sounds happy, happy, happy.  He is so looking forward to getting into his first area and talking to real people.  What a great boy!

Peter looks like a random person we pulled into the photo.

The Mission Call

California San Bernardino Mission

June 16, 2010

Who would have thought???

It's here!!!!!

Don't know where, don't know when, but the mission call is here.

Zach has a lacrosse game tonight in Provo and then we will all come back home and find out where the next two years will take him.

Be still my heart.

Waiting........

Mission papers submitted.... status is....mailed.

Waiting, waiting, waiting......

Leave it to Beaver

Last night Zach said to me, "Mom, you are the perfect 1950's mom." After I turned to him with a puzzled look on my face he continued, "that is a good thing, they were so sweet and cheerful and helpful to their children."

Okay, I have to acknowledge that he has only his Nickelodeon experiences to draw from- but there was something deeper there for me. Sometimes I have felt that what I do on a day-to-day basis doesn't amount to much, but if one of my most cherished has felt loved and cared for then, Mrs. Cleaver I will happily be.

The Hot Tub Overfloweth

What happens when you put 9 college boys into a 5 person hottub?

The deck at the cabin becomes an ice skating rink.

Roommates and Teammates

After a long week of tryouts, Rogers Hall, Apt 94, is a happy place. All four boys-Zach, Mike, Andrew, and Jacob- along with Bountiful pals, Ricky and Matt made the final cut and are teammates on the BYU Lacrosse Team. We are so proud of you!

Go Cougars!

The Move

Last week we drove down to Provo to take our last boy to college. We found the right dorm. We patiently waited for a parking space and carried the loads of stuff into the dorm room. We made beds, put away clothes, and found a lost guitar pick. We bought an ethernet cable, a thumb drive, and a desk lamp. We shopped for groceries (beefaroni, ramein, refried beans, tortillas) and we put those groceries in a box under the bed. We kissed our boy and we drove away.

We are sad.

This Chicken's Toast

When Peter was little his favorite movie was Ghostbusters. The child LOVED this movie.  We would watch it over and over and over again.  One of the lines from the movie that he most repeated was, "this chicken's toast!".  

Now, you may be thinking to yourself, where, exactly,  was that line in the movie?  I don't remember toasted chicken.  Well, that would be because the line wasn't in the movie.  The actual line was "this chick is toast!" (referring to the floating Sigourney Weaver character.)

Okay, cute child.  But, you may ask, what does this have to do with the above picture.   

Let me share.

On Saturday, the man-of-my-dreams and I attended a funeral.   Shortly after the funeral began the MOMD's phone rang.  (On silent, of course, we WERE attending a funeral.)  He checked to see who was calling and it was our Zach.   Now, Zach knew that we were at a funeral and he is not a boy to call and chat so we decided it would be best for MOMD to slip out (fortunately, we were right by a door) and call home.   As he came back in and sat down I asked if everything was alright.  His rely?  "It is now."

It seems that the sweet boy Zach moved the recipe box from the countertop to the stove not realizing that the burner had been turned on, and walked away.  As he was going upstairs to shower he glanced back to the kitchen to see smoke and flames coming from the recipe box. Being the quick thinking child he is, he grabbed the box, dumped the recipes on the counter and put out the flames on the burning recipe box.  (He said later, "I had to save the recipes, Mom.") Disaster averted!

Now we still have a house and the treasured recipes and  except for the slightly burnt smell and the singed edges they just look like ...toast. 

Deep Breath

Imagine my surprise when I got an email today telling me that I owed $2201.85 on our wireless bill.  Okay... deep breath.   I then go to our billing details and discover that our darling Zach is the one to point a finger at.  Another deep breath and a little more digging into the bill and I realize that the problem is not with Zach but a mistake with our wireless carrier.  Instead of unlimited text messages, (is there any other way with a senior in high school???) we are being charged by the text.   Eighty minutes on the phone with a very nice young man (from Ogden, Utah) and all is well.    Does Zach have any idea what wrath he side-stepped today?