This St. Patrick's day I caught myself a Leprechaun.
I hope he will give me 3 good wishes.

 

With this cheesy holiday, Whitney was sure to question our ancestral origin. One of her friends announced to the 2nd grade class that she was part Irish and part Street. To her horror, we probably have a little Street on our family tree.

Dad, I really want to be a Veterinarian when I grow up. Does that mean I will have to do this to a mouse? (Picture him cupping a pretend rodent in one hand, compressions with a single finger from the other, while shouting, dramatically of course, "Live, Live, Live!")

(We could not contain our laughter. And still can't.)

---WPJ age 6

ME: Hey Walk, before we have dinner, why don't you jump in the shower so you are all clean for the night.


WALKER: Ok Mom...even though I already took one this morning. I will have to say goodbye to my deodorant. You know it is 24-hour-protection.


ME: Ummm...(with a ginormous smirk) Why don't you just re-apply.


P.S. Dinner was a hit. Who knew Halibut from Costco would please all 4 of my children. I kept thinking, that aliens abducted my children and replaced them with ones that would actually eat without complaining. Wyatt kept saying, "please pass me more Tablet." He also produced a red handlebar-style mustache from his dinner punch. Always the case with "fancy" dinners.

During Family Home Evening he also informed us that he knew what the 10 Commandments were.
1. No Mooning People
2. No Sunning People
3. And stuff like that.
We need to have more Family Home Evenings.

March 1, 2010--Oh how I have loved you.

Your weather was amazing. I am so excited that have ushered in a taste of Spring. (Mr. Winter...we are getting tired of you.) We are longing for more sunshine, green grass and blooming tulips.

Today I spent time talking teeth with 50 kindergartners.... wild but fun.

We scratched piano lessons off of our weekly list and played at the park.

The oldest 3 took advantage of the snow, (that is quickly disappearing) and went sledding behind our house without coats. Good, Good, Stuff.

Tonight, when the bread winner comes home from his long day we have planned a fancy dinner with the good dishes. Hopefully a Farewell To Winter Dinner. Is that too much to ask?

At dinner I am sure we will reminisce and share stories about my Grandpa. We are melancholy thinking that his time here on this earth is short. We had a peaceful visit with him last night. The feelings that I have are tender but I am happy to know where he is going and who he will be with. I am thankful for his example and the amazing man that he is. I treasure the memories of him.

Oh how I loved...
Cherry Chocolate Blizzards with just him. No parents allowed!
Curling his hair
His Special Punch
Pretending to stowaway in the backseat of his car after one of their frequent visits
His Blue eyes that mine resemble
The Hammock
Flying Kites
His shed with a pile of grain that reached the ceiling
Tubing behind the tractor in the winter
His whistle that went everywhere with us
Mud bogging in the farm trucks---we were bad
and saving the best for last,
My Patriarchal Blessing.

I am a lucky girl.