Protesters

Today I saw something I had never seen before: pro-life protesters. There were about six of them, men and women, standing on the sidewalk along the street across from Planned Parenthood. They were holding signs about protecting life and voting pro-life.

It was all very quiet, not inflammatory, not angry. And I was glad these people cared enough to stand outside and hold those signs. And I hope they influenced someone for good.

Victor's Stash

The other day, Victor held up a piece of paper and said, "I write my name." There were marks on the paper, and I didn't recall giving him a pen, so I was concerned.

"Victor," I said, "will you please bring me your pen? You're not in trouble. Just bring me your pen."

He leaned down and reached under the couch and emerged with two pens. He brought me the pens and I thanked him.

That was my first inkling that Victor, true to what I have read about toddlers, had a stash.

Today, after changing three messy diapers that smelled like MINT, I decided to take a peek under the couch.

Now I know where all my gum has gone.

Not So Free

Yesterday we had a very expensive outing . . . to the public library. Victor had, um, removed six pages from a book about trains, and since it couldn't be mended, we had to buy the book. I had him tell the librarian what he had done and apologize.

The librarian was very nice, but the book was still $16.50.

Then it turns out that DVDs are only 7-day items, not 21-day like I had thought. So that was another $10.00. The librarian said I'd have to talk to the branch manager about getting it reduced.

They say freedom isn't free, and now I know it's true.

My Dream

I think it would be fun to act in a commercial. I would particularly like to be in one of those commercials for products that are only available in special TV offers.

I would like to be the person who demonstrates the problem the product will solve. It must be so fun to heave a mighty sigh and roll your eyes as you water plants--how tedious!

Or I could be the person who winces in pain as I try to pick up an item on the floor or reach an item on a high shelf.

Or I could even throw up my hands in frustration at my disorganized purse.

Doesn't it sound like fun? So if any of you out there need a frustrated/expasperated/wincing actress for your commercial, just give me a call.

Sorry, Prophet

Conference is hard for two-year-olds. Our rule is that quiet must be maintained in the TV room. Victor did pretty well, but he was sent to his room for excessive noise during President Monson's talk this morning.

When he came back he said, "Sorry, Mom and Dad. Sorry, Prophet."

My First Yard Sale

Today we participated in the annual neighborhood garage sale. Despite a slow start, we came out ahead $38.38.

I'm perplexed about that $0.38, because everything was priced in whole dollars. I don't know who paid in pennies, because we had simply left a box labeled "Put Money In Box" outside with the items. That was Jeremy's idea.

I did go outside from time to time to answer questions and accept lower offers.

I am satisfied with the result because I'd rather have $38.38 than put the items back in my house.

New Pictures

Oh boy oh boy oh boy . . .

New pictures have been posted on Jer's Super Fun Family Extravaganza.

So if you ever wanted to see Victor and Zeke go on a Dad ride, or Victor feed Zeke some baby food, or this season's version of my curly hair, this is your big chance.

Shoot me an email if you'd like the password.