weekly 2014.7.13

I was giving Rebekah a hard time last night after her bath because I never have to trim her fingernails (she bites them off).  “I thought girls that like to look cute didn’t bite off their fingernails,” I said. “Mom,” she replied, “I’m a tomboy.”

Uh huh.

Harry had a fun 9th birthday yesterday. He got some fun presents and Stick took him to Walmart where he picked out a long-board. He rides it standing up and sitting down. He’s already managed to scrape a large section of skin off his elbow somehow while riding. Lovely. He decided he wanted birthday cake this year (How oddly normal). He wanted to make it with me and decorate it himself. Somehow in the chaos of yesterday, we baked the cake but never got around to frosting it. So I helped him whip up some frosting this afternoon, and he went to work. Then when I wasn’t looking, he put 81 candles on it. So much for my birthday candle stash.

Spencer and I took a trip to the InstaCare last Monday when he split his chin open at the neighbor’s pool. (Wasn’t I just writing last week about how great their pool is? Ha.) He was in the water, hanging off the side, holding onto the deck with his hands. He pushed himself up out of the water and then rapidly back into it, but slammed his chin on the deck on the way down. The cut was really deep, but strangely enough, it hardly bled. The doc at InstaCare said the cut was straight (instead of jagged) so they just glued it shut. He’s had to keep it dry but tomorrow he can get it wet and resume his usual activities. Which hopefully won't include any more visits to InstaCare.

Thomas is trying to keep busy by reading the entire Harry Potter series for the 493rd time and the occasional woodworking project. I haven’t heard the words “I’ll be glad when school starts again” yet, but I expect it any day now.

Aaron and Rachel spent Wednesday through Saturday at Trek. It was hot, hot, hot, rainy, muddy, cold (at night), and dirty. Everything we want Trek to be, right? Don’t get me wrong, they definitely had a modern Pioneer experience; at least I’m pretty sure the original pioneers didn’t get sno-cones (a man in our stake owns Tropical Sno) and catered meals. But it seems like it was a good mix of hard and cushy.  And just for the record, they came home so very stinky. SO. VERY. STINKY.

Rachel had to speak in sacrament meeting about it this morning. I hear she pretty much brought down the house. I wasn’t there but every single person I saw afterwards told me that she is sooo hilarious. Stick said that most of the other Trek speakers were emotional and talking seriously about the experience. Rachel on the other hand, had a top ten list of witty, wry observations on everything from sunburns to the “honey buckets”. And she only read four of her observations because the time was so short! That’s my girl, Miss Funny Pants.

These summer weeks, they are a flyin’ by.

This week Aaron has a soccer tournament. And then I believe that next week, no one is going anywhere! What, oh what will we possibly do with all that down time?!?!?!?!?!?