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I was going to post pictures of Elena's birthday. And Sebastian all cute and smiling in the tub. But I can't find the camera. I think I might be a bit absurd, but when we arrived home tonight from a friend's house where we ate dinner, our door was open inside the garage into the house, and the door to the outside was open too. Now, I was in a hurry and might have missed both of those (it's happened before) but then I can't find my camera, or Leo's cellphone, and a little leather horse that I had stuffed full of random coins ($20 bucks worth of Colombian pesos, a coin from New Zealand, one from Qatar, one from Cuba, a penny from 1943--that sort of thing) was open and all the money was gone. We drilled the kids, and came up with nothing. Yet a $50 gift card (one of those nice VISA ones) was sitting beside it and was untouched. Oh, and my purse was right there too. Everything's still there. And our video camera, it was out in the open too, not gone. We checked our citizenship records, all still there (those are $600 to replace each.) Am I paranoid? Maybe. Yet still, it's weird.
The other day, my neighbor asked me to kill a spider for her. I walked into the room and Isabel ran ahead of me, squealed "Spider!!!" in a very happy voice and picked it up. It was a huge, hairy thing. Needless to say, I screamed at her to drop it, probably effectively terrorizing her for life, which she did, and I stomped on it.
Sebastian isn't usually so grouchy, but lately that's changed.
I was going to upload some pictures from my wedding, because Kayli declared it "Post a Wedding Picture Day." So I dragged out a box which I thought held pictures from my wedding that hadn't been scrapbooked. I didn't find them, although I did manage to wake my sleeping child. Ruff. I did find these. I laughed just remembering them. Plus, it was my ten year high school reunion this year, so it's kind of an appropriate memorial. (I didn't go--who goes to North Dakota?!?!?) So I thought I'd share.This was one of my best friends, Jennie, and I, with our favorite teacher, Mrs. Strube. She gave us detention once and made us wash beakers. She deserves accolades for putting up with our class (umm, us, I mean). Seriously. But then, we did distill alcohol in her class.....
This is Jennie and I in the chemistry lab chemical storage room. Why would anyone let us in there?!??!?! Oh wait, I don't think anyone was around when we went in......
Hence this picture.
This was our chemistry class. One time I stole Kayli's shoe at lunch and hung it off the periodic table. (She had a different chemistry class with Mrs. Strube-dog.) Another time, Jennie and I hung up a picture of Kelly Slater, (looking darn good I might add), that said "I don't smoke pot," from one of those 5 page science magazines that you get in school. We were, uh, promoting not smoking pot (drooling over his gorgeousness). Thomas N. (a really good friend of ours, standing to the left of Zn) got sick of it after a week and tore it up. Luckily we had saved several of the ads from the whole stack of magazines. I still have one somewhere. :) Hee. Hee. Also standing by me in this picture is Johannes, the foreign exchange student from Germany. We were supposed to read the school announcements in this class and we always badgered Johannes to read them in German. He protested loudly, because then we wouldn't understand them. Really, they were much more interesting in German. Oh, and yeah, if you think it's weird that I have a picture with my chemistry class, I also have one with my calculus class. We were tight. Mrs. Strube gave us a bunch of old, old, old chemistry books, one of which was "My Friend, The Atom." We crossed out "Atom" everywhere it appeared on the cover and title pages and wrote in "Derivative" and then we all signed it and gave it to our calculus teacher, Mr. Gessner. Jennie was in that class with me too, but it was after lunch so mostly I just slept. That bad habit stuck too, as I fell asleep during the AP Calculus exam. But hey, I still received my college credit and I never had to take a math class again, so whatever.
I am FINISHED!!!!! With that very, very long, but very awesome project. I have to say I loved designing it and picking out the fabrics, however the actual sewing by the end was a bit too much. If I would have had more time to work on it, it would have been fine though. I guess that technically I'm not done, because I remaking one shirt tonight, but that's easy-peasy and will only take an hour. The HARD one is finished--the one that I broke five needles sewing--the one that my finger is somewhat bloody from hand sewing after breaking so many needles. It is so worth it!!!! Too bad you all have to wait till it reaches it's destination to see. It's the most amazing thing I have ever made. Except maybe my Quetzal or Cowboy's Behind. Definitely the coolest thing I have ever sewn though. Good thing it's done--my husband was complaining, saying he wanted his wife back. So sad for him that next week I'm sewing my own daughters' costumes. ANd then I have a Christmas stocking to make for Sebastian, and then a dress for Danica, and then.............
Better late than never, right?
I had a call today by a a concerned brother wondering if he needed to send out the search and rescue because I hadn't posted in so long. Nope, I'm alive and well. Sorry to cause worry. Here's a little bit of what's been going on to keep me so preoccupied.I'll let you guess the rest, but until these items are received by one red-headed sister of mine, and she posts some photos, (which I will then post as well) no further details will be given.
Also, Sebastian and Isabel and I have been sick. Diarrhea and vomitting. Not a fun combination. I might add that I've been washing a ton of laundry, and giving baths to above named children several times a day.
This is Sebastian before he became sick. That plant has since been moved.
What a rugrat. He stands up holding on to things all the time too. If he wasn't so darn cute I'd be really annoyed.
“Motherhood is near to divinity. It is the highest, holiest service to be assumed by mankind. It places her who honors its holy calling and service next to the angels.” Elder Boyd K. Packer - November 1993 Ensign
"Dear Prude,Sober of not, I am forever yours."-Percy French, a letter to his wife (1776)
"Before I got married I had six theories about bringing up children; now I have six children and no theories."-John Wilmot
"Science advances, it's like a ladder--one step leads to another. But art isn't like that. Art is about being human. Children make art instinctively. Archaeologists know that when they find evidence of art, they're found evidence of human beings. It expresses all that is best in us--our desires, our hopes, our truth. And so, art changes, but it doesn't get better."-Sister Wendy Beckett