So this week was busy. Jon went with George and I to once upon a child (a second hand store just for kids stuff). We got two swimsuits for George, a book (a new version of little black Sambo - the boy and the Tigers who took his clothes and then melted), some gear toys (George loves the gears at the library and I've been looking for a set worth a good deal), and since I don't think anyone reads this- I got Michelle and danny a few toys.
I honestly don't remember much else. Oh, I had an eye appointment (I have to wear my glasses all summer- my eyes are oxygen deprived and need to recover). Oh and it was Jon's birthday! I remember more! We went to lunch and the avengers for his birthday. George slept through most of the movie. Then jon went to work. I made dinner and then tried these personal lava cakes that turned out well.
Jon found a recipe for pretzel bread and we made some rolls from it. We had three babies born in our ward this week. Molly Jane (she came with her family to golden corral for Jon's birthday and we dropped off some pretzel rolls for them), Judy Hakes (sat behind us in church today and we took them some pretzel rolls too ) and then another family we know but not as well.
Saturday we invited people to golden corral and then to our house after in honor of his birthday. We had a good showing. :-) I read through my primary lesson but didn't plan it until after people left Saturday night. So I went to bed around 2. But my lesson went alright. My kids are 4 but great for that age. The lesson today was kind of three mini stories. We used the recommended activities in the manual, which weren't my favorite but kept them focused for the most part. They are actually remembering the lesson from the week before, so either they're really smart or I'm doing something right. They asked to play Nephi getting the plates again, so we had 10 extra minutes and went through that story again.
So a few thoughts about father's day. I have many memories of dad. Him being a horse, playing in the pool with us, flying kites, playing softball, coaching my softball team, church basketball and 7-11 after. I remember him coming to dance recitals, piano recitals, band concerts, and choir shows. I specifically remember him coming to a band concert when mom was in Ireland. He taught me how to do "updating" which I loved to do and helped with many math problems. I remember him telling me a few times to go to bed, and I thought, but I have to finish my homework and I don't get it. How will that help me? And then I'd wake up and look at the problem (that seemed Greek to me the night before) and it would make perfect sense. I remember working for him my senior year and the summer after my first year of college. He taught me how to file things and write rough drafts of wills and trusts. I loved going to lunch with him and Grandpa. :-) I remember going on my mission. Mom cried in the hotel room and I was fine. They came to a video (cause they did one then) and I was fine. It came time for my last goodbye and mom was fine, but dad was crying and I lost it. I remember getting to go when danny left on his mission and watching danny. He was like me, perfectly fine. Then he saw dad crying and lost it. When I gave him my last hug I remember saying something like, I was the same- I lost it when dad did. We watched a Mormon message today (I think, "earth father, heavenly father") and it said a lot. Fatherhood is like motherhood- there's a lot that goes unseen and unnoticed. Dad has provided us with food, vacations, encouraged us to spend his money on music lessons and sports related costs and dance costumes. There are lots of sacrifices both mom and dad have made and it's the times I've seen the sacrifices that I remember. Like dad- he has bad knees, but he didn't want that to stop us from getting horsey rides (though I do remember the horse needing a break from time to time). Dad, who doesn't love the heat, or a car that's 85 degrees, would sit in my car until it heated up before seminary, because he knew I liked my car warm. I'm sure there have been many other sacrifices, but those ones I know and will always remember.
Jon. I'm grateful to jon. I had a rough night last night, so instead of Jon getting a nap on father's day, he tried to take George for awhile so I could get a nap. Jon cooked his father's day dinner (and we had the missionaries over). I'll have to try to make it up to him. Jon will take George swimming and I can tell by George's love for him, that Jon does a good job when I'm not looking.
Well this week will be busy. Last minute errands and then driving across the country with George. I have yet to pack-yikes! Wish me luck!
