weekly 2014.7.20

Rebekah perfected her bike riding this week and has spent many sweaty hours riding up and down the sidewalk in our neighborhood. It’s really adorable. Riding a bike is such freedom for a kid. Where she is already so independent, we may never see her again.

Harry brought home a caterpillar from our Liberty Park trip and within 24 hours he showed it to me and I thought it was dead. But then by the second day it was pretty apparent that it was in a cocoon. I’m not sure how long it will be in the cocoon but we are excited to see what emerges. (Please don’t let it be a moth.)

Spencer’s split chin is healed but it looks like he’s going to have a nice scar. Good thing it’s all the way under his chin.

Thomas spent the week hand carving a new Harry Potter wand. He carved it, sanded it and varnished it. Working with wood has become a fun hobby for him. He got a lawn mowing offer today from a neighbor, so he’s happy to have a little employment.

Aaron had his soccer tournament on Thursday and Friday. Two games, each day. The games proved really difficult because his team didn’t have enough players to begin with and they had no substitutes. With such blazing hot weather they could have really used a little more help. It was a good learning experience for everyone.

Rachel had a milestone week.  For the first time ever she started acting like a teenager instead of her usual homebody self. She started hanging out with her buddies (a group of boys and girls) every single free minute available. They went tubing down the Provo River, went swimming a few times, and played tennis a few times, went to Sonic once, went to Draper days and played night volleyball in our backyard returning home each night around 11pm. It’s been a weird transition for us parents to figure out how to deal with this teenager-like behavior. She is 17 ½ now, so I guess it’s time.

In other weird news, yesterday when Rachel was at work, a weird old man walked into Sonic, (where only employees are supposed to go), and walked right up to her and handed her a flower then walked out. We don’t know if this was just some weird random occurrence or something we should be worried about. I guess we will see, if he shows up again. Then last night we went to the WBC Draper Days party and a tipsy 20-something kid was hitting on her. She must be extra cute this week!

The funniest part of the WBC party last night involved a conversation that Stick was having with two other men. One of the men was pretty toasted. When asked how old he was, he replied, “I just turned 56 and in two or three years I’m going to be 57!” I can’t stop laughing about it. Partying with drunk people is always entertaining.

While rushing out the door this morning for church I accidentally swallowed two blue pills instead of just one. I normally take two yellow pills. So then I had to tell Stick at church that if I started behaving strangely he better take me to the ER since I just accidentally overdosed. Now I have empathy for all those dead celebrities who OD’d themselves to death. It happens so easily people. (ha!)  Once the doubled side effects kicked in, I did not feel that great but here I am writing about it, so I’ve lived to tell the tale.

In other “me” news….I can not gain weight. Remember my crazy diet from a few months ago where I lost 20 lbs.? Well I’ve been back to normal eating for several months now and I can’t seem to gain a single pound back. It’s really aggravating, none of my clothes fit. In fact, this morning if I wasn’t wasting time safety pinning my maxi skirt tighter for church I probably would have had time to pay attention to what pills I was swallowing! I did go buy one pair of jeans in the next size down so I would have at least one pair of pants that fit, but if I don’t gain some weight soon, I’m going to have to buy more. Which most people would think is a fun trial to have, but I mostly think it’s annoying. I was trying to explain this to some friends and I could tell by the look in their eyes they wanted to kill me. Oh, you can’t gain weight? Oh you’re gonna have to buy new clothes? Poor, poor you. So I decided to shut up. Ha ha!

Over and out.

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It's the same reason I can't bring up my low pregnancy weight gains. I can feel the daggers shooting out of other women's eyes. #skinnygirlproblems

Let's so get a big fat shake sometime...:)

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