Monday, May 16, 2011
My kids have a big costume box in the playroom. They dress up every day. For them, it's normal. Donning costumes for me, however, is not a very regular occurrence. Even Halloween is kind of a fly-by-the-seats-of-our-pants occasion. So, when my ward planned a dress-up activity for the adults, assigning specific decades to groups of couples, I jumped at the chance. Greg and I were assigned to the 1940s group. Now, let's be clear here. Greg does NOT dress up. I learned long ago that if I wanted to do something, I just had to do it, whether he was on board or not. So Greg didn't dress up, but I did.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Bedtime has been a nightmare for the past few days - something about late evening summer sunshine. Last night, after 45 minutes of battling sleep, PJ meandered into the family room, put his hands on his hips and said, "I think we need some spankins in here cuz we are NOT sweepin."