Happenings

Not much going on over here in ol' San Antone. If anyone wants to come visit, we'd be tickled pink. I figured I'd like to write something down on here, so I'm going to jot a little grocery list of things that have happened.

- Potty trained Royce, dude's an animal.
- Chaperoned the youth Valentine dance/talent show at church, and they're the bomb! I love serving with the youth.
- Brandon rolled his ankle playing basketball (again), so we're pretty much looking at reconstructive surgery now.
- It's been pretty frigidly cold here too, the other day there was a record snowfall: .6 inches! But it really has been freezing.
- Did a 10 day juice fast with B, and Ryan and Lea, B's brother and his wife.
- Two weeks till our trip to SLC for Brandon's mom's upcoming wedding. I looooooove Utah so much so I'm very happy. Plus the family time, blah blah blah ;) We roll in on the 26th, and stay till the 3rd, so we can celebrate Brandi's B'day on the 2nd.
- Pretty much I feel like a fat lazy turkey writing this list, but I always like to hibernate in winter, so bring it on Spring!


Know that I'm ashamed to write such a lame post. Blushing right now as you read this.....


This is a sample of the photo that Vida leaves on our phones everyday. It's almost always the same.

magical

Oh sweet Vida, you darling girl who refuses to potty train unless you go commando. I get it you little poopcicle, undies and pullups are just too much like diapers; go big or go home, you say. "Good for you!"I say, I'm pretty partial to going wild and free myself, or at least I was in the good yonder years.

But today sweet Dida (as you so fondly refer to yourself), you had your first poop accident. It's been a long road coming. You also peed, all over the restaurant floor. I know, I know, it was uncle Ryan who gave you so many glasses of water. So, close, yes, so close we were, you'd already peed on the potty once there. But alas, there was some sordid mix-up and the the rest landed in your cute little tights and pink skirt. I cleaned you up the best I could, but made you wear the evidence home, because what kind of mom has extra clothes for their potty training 2 year old? Pshhh, not this rad mom. No Vida, this is not that type of house hold, so you better learn to clench my dear daughter.

Love,

The poop fairy