Every day for writing in homeschool I have the kids copy down a scripture. I usually choose a medium length scripture that can be copied down to fill one of those large print handwriting sheets. Today I told them they could each choose their own scripture while Peter and I took Ivy to dance. When I got back I found that Violet had chosen the one-liner, "And Seth begot Jared" or something. I guess I should have expected that :).

Ivy has recently confused the words "littered" with "glittered." "Someone glittered," she'll say when she sees any trash.

The end of Daylight Savings has thrown off Peter's naps. He didn't nap at all today and so was a beast at dinner. Kept telling me he wanted more soup and then refusing to eat it. So I would eat it for him. Then he would say he wanted more again and the same thing would happen. I got overfull.

Tonight I was grumpy at Dan when he called at 7:10 and informed me he was just leaving work (it's a 40 minute commute). "Why didn't you leave at 6?" I asked, annoyed that he wouldn't be home in time to do FHE with us. "It is 6," he responded. I looked at the clock on my phone. It was not the same as what the microwave and oven had shown me. Oh. Daylight savings tricked me, too.  

Toddler on the Warpath

Sometimes your toddler sits nicely and draws at the easel. 

Even if he is using a marker on the chalkboard, you don't really care. 

Because, well, it's not on the walls.

Other times he uses a sharpie on the carpet.

(That's not as okay.) 

Sometimes he draws with sharpie all over the chair. 

(luckily magic eraser worked on this one)

Sometimes he tries to stack the CDs back on the CD tube and ends up breaking them. 

Sometimes he runs outside naked to play on the slide.

Sometimes he cries when the Tab Choir is singing "I am a Child of God" 

because he thinks it is time to go to bed.

Sometimes he climbs up on the counter and helps himself to six cookies.

Sometimes he gets his diaper all wet and it sogs off his bum. 

Other times he pretends to go potty so we'll take off his diaper.
(But he actually is going to pee on the floor later.)

Sometimes he drops his shoe in the river and it is gone forever.

Sometimes he refuses to sleep in his bed.

Somehow he's still the cutest one in the house :). 

Boating

It's still summer here in Texas, folks! 

Our friends the McDavitts took us boating with them on Monday for FHE. Violet and Luke both tried knee boarding and loved it. Dan did some wake boarding and practiced his jumps. Peter was actually terrified to get on the boat...like his whole body was shaking. Luckily he calmed down after a few minutes. Then he freaked out again when Dan hopped in the water with the wake board. I'm not sure if he thought we were abandoning Daddy or what, but he was worried! Here are a few pics:

I kept my pregnant belly calm by sitting around and watching :).

Baby #5 Gender Reveal

This week we found out the gender of our bun in the oven! I had my ultrasound at 8 am. I went alone and had the sonographer put the tell-tale picture in an envelope and seal it. Then later that day we went to HEB and got three pink balloons and three blue balloons filled with helium. I took them and the envelope to my friend Meagan who put the right color in a box for us and wrapped it up. Dan picked up the box on his way home that night and we opened it all together.

Here is the opening:

Beef Wellington is Gross

-Been holding it in for about 9 months ever since I tried it and finally decided to tell the world: beef wellington is gross. What was England thinking?

-Why, as a 30-year-old woman, does my heart still furiously pound after I make a comment in Sunday School? Sheesh, will I ever outgrow that?

-I am putting more and more toys in the attic. My children have way too many and cannot keep the playroom clean. Nor can they keep all the toys in the playroom...they are constantly escaping and making their way into all corners of the house. Plus, I figure if they are in the attic long enough, the kids will forget about them and I can throw them away without any tears!

-Why is Texas so obsessed with marching bands? All the teenagers in our ward seem to be involved in the marching band. And there isn't even an orchestra at the high school. Lame. When will people realize the superiority of string instruments? And speaking of string instruments, y'all should go listen to the Elgar Cello Concerto. The first movement. It will give quivers to your spine.