I can’t take credit for the title: I’m loving Sarah Dashew lately. The weekend wasn’t too bad, except for the McDonalds, and the Wendy’s, and the Pizza, and the don’t even get me going. I’m very disappointed in myself.
Friday night started, of course, with some puking (not my own),and I the evening and nighttime hours waking John up every few hours to give him medicine to help him sleep (I know, that sounds really ironic) and also to help his fever come down. It was an exciting night. I was worried about dehydration, and my Mom suggested popsicles. So I also made him eat about 4,398 popsicles that evening, as well. I’m sure they worked.
Saturday we got up and headed up to Salt Lake. I needed to head to IKEA- we wanted another bookshelf (hmmm..needed) for our ever expanding family of books. We also got some cute boxes that I can keep pictures in, a grater that rocks my world, and some picture frames. Slowly but surely, we are displaying the fact that yes- we did get married- and we have the pictures to prove it.
I also met up with Julie Barkou- a friend from Denmark. I only saw her for a couple of hours- but it was nice to catch up and hear her cute little Danish voice again. Hopefully I’ll see her when she swings back into town before flying home.
After all the fun in SLC we drove home. As we pulled into the driveway, I saw something very curious indeed. A buck, complete with antlers, standing in the spot where we normally park my car. John said, “I don’t think I’ll drive down there just now.” And as he said that, the buck wandered out of sight towards the backyard. John drove down and I said, “I’m afraid!” John said, “I’m sorry.” I said, “I don’t want to get out!” John said, “Ok. So sit in the car.” Haha. Then he said, “I’m going to see where he went.” I yelled, “Don’t get rammed!” which would have been ridiculous last words to say to my husband if he were, indeed, to get rammed and die, and he answered back, “I won’t get rammed.” He went around the side of the house, opened the door, and starting bringing in our loot. I finally got out of the car and knocked on our upstairs’ neighbor’s door to tell them that there was a buck in our yard. We all went to the back bedroom to try and see- and sure enough, when we pulled up the shade, there was a buck AND a doe standing in the side yard- looking at our window like “Don’t worry, we’re not the peeping Tom.”
Wow.
Church Sunday was pretty good. I’m pretty sure it was National Put Crack in Your Kid’s Cereal Day and no one told me- so Primary was a little crazy. It was so funny- at one point one of the teachers was trying to explain how her nephew, who is 5 years old, is already an uncle. The little girl sitting next to me (a quiet, serious child) looked up at me with big brown eyes full of horror and whispered: “How could that even happen.” Hahahaha. I had to explain that perhaps that five year old little boy had a big sister who was my age or older, and she had a baby. And that’s how he is an uncle. She still looked uncomfortable with it. If I were a good teacher I might rent her You’ve Got Mail to help her through this crisis. But she’s 8. She’ll probably forget about it.
Yeah- so, aside from a dark moment when I was considering finding out if the crayons really were non-toxic, Church went ok.
So back to life- back to work. Back to a new week. Does that make sense?
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