Hunter's First Shave

Hunter has been accumulating mustache fuzz for several months, and it got to the point that, in the right lighting, he had a blond mustache. While mustaches on 14-year-olds are popular in many cultures, Homey don't play that. So, yesterday, I took him to a barber shop. An old Russian guy named Hamlet gave him a straight-razor shave. Hunter loved it. Garrett and Hannah thought it was pretty cool, too. Yes, I know, I know, it will grow back even thicker. Who cares...he'll start shaving. (Side note: I did not misspell "blond." The rule is that you add the "e" only when referring to females).

Thankful for Service

On Tuesday, Summer was hospitalized overnight for gall stones. The pain was so great that it caused her to have contractions. After they stabilized her and had her rest for 20 hours, they released her. She has been on bed rest since then, and was placed on a no-fat diet until after Lilee is here (less than 6 weeks). We are so thankful for her visiting teacher and for all of you who called to check on her and brought meals over for our family. These greats saints brought over things that Summer could eat, too. Summer is doing a lot better, but still feels very nauseated (this may stem from the fact that I grew a beard this week - just to see how it would look; I look like the Unibomber). The surgeon said that they're going to take Summer's gall bladder 2 weeks after Lilee is born. I sure love my sweet wife, and I love our sweet ward.

Lilee's Corner

Well, I spent my Saturday painting before, between and after sessions of General Conference. This is Lilee's half of our home office. Once she's here, I'll be banished to the living room with the laptop if I ever want on the Internet. We just added the armoire for her clothes. We are so exited to get her here. I hope everything goes well. Knowing that they're so vulnerable makes me sick. I worry about it every day. Hearing that someone just lost their 7-month-old (while he was taking a nap) makes me even sicker. I constantly pray that all goes well for Summer and Lilee. I feel so sorry for Summer. She's so petite and she can't have an epidural. When I say that to some women, they're all "Oh yeah, I never have epidurals and I love it. I've had 27 kids and never had some much as an aspirin. I had a baby one morning, snowshoed into Fairbanks that afternoon, then tended bar all night." Whatever. I'm sure it kills. Even with an epidural, the expression on the woman's face looks like she's been stuck in an elevator with Fran Drescher.

Things I overheard at the courthouse this morning

"I doubt she'll go for the plea. She's rides a broom and rolls her own cigarettes. "

"I swear I think the inmates pee in here."

"Yes, if they're wearing a mask, they're messed up. It's that simple."

"Glendale? Why would anyone move to Glendale? I can see moving from Glendale."

"If he pulls that crap, have the judge order him to answer your questions. It's trial time, not game time."

"It's great to see you, too. You always look so cute." (elevator door closes) "Who was that?"

"I need to see a judge - right now. Not later. Right now."

(Loud laughter) "I thought you meant seal, as in the animal. Okay, that makes more sense."