Wednesday, March 25, 2009
The Story At church in Sunday School, Laura started a story where we each write a sentence and pass it on. It started out Laura me and Katie, and then Bethany and Amy joined in, and then Amy dropped out. Anyway, I think it's a pretty good story so I thought I'd post it, since it's in my possession right now.
Once there was a piglet. The piglet had a problem. It was a very embarrassing problem. Sometimes he cried at night because he didn't know what to do about it. And other times he felt a quiet joy about it. Not that he would ever admit it to his friends. In fact, his friends would never DREAM he had this problem, let alone that at times he secretly enjoyed it! Fact is, he went to extreme measures to hide this problem. The problem was: He had "The Hairies." And the only one who knew about it was Mamma Pig who encouraged him to get help. But help was hard to come by these days. And he wasn't really sure he wanted help. Part of "The Hairies" as it's called in the pig world, included the rapid sprouting of dark course hairs in a thick full line about his eyes. And it included variations of curly and straight hairs that sprouted in random tufts on his wobbly chin and underbelly. His particular favorite, and the most rare (it had only happened twice before) was the thick, finger-long tuft that sprouted directly from his bellybutton. Sometimes he would stroke a tuft tenderly-sometimes rip at one in a wobbling rage. You might wonder how Piglet could keep this problem hidden from all his friends. Well, for one thing, "the Hairies" ocurred literally once in a blue moon, which ironically is the name of the song he crooned to himself when in the full throes of his "syndrome." And while he crooned he's wrap himself up in a big hug and tip toe around to the rythmn of the song. The "syndrome" came to a head one day when mamma pig found his stash of jars, filled with the dark wiry tufts in the back of his closet. Mamma Pig noted with alarm that each jar was grimly organized and labelled as to hair length, softness and colour. To qualify his obsessiveness, she sneakily took one jar away. She burried it in the garden beneath the rutabega patch. Now, when piglet felt uneasy about something, it was known to bring "the Hairies" to life, and at this particular time, he happened to start feeling that way infront of his friend, Robin. Robin was just giving piglet a welcome peck on the cheek, when he goet a beakful of hair. Actually, it was more than a beakful, it was more like he found himself smothered in hair. Piglet blushed, only you couldn't tell because he was suddenly engulfed in a thick shaggy coat of hair. "Shake it off, just act natural," he quickly thought to himself. Luckily, just then somebody unexpected walked around the corner. His mother! Before she noticed piglet, he and robin noticed curly sprigs of hair cuffing each of her hooves. She had dug up the jar of her son's hair that she had earlier burried, and used the tufts to decorate her favourite feature: her legs. Piglet immediately recognized the course springy texture and red-brown tint of one of his favourite collections (from a memorable night of seemingly endless back-sprouts) He stared in shock at his mother's feet, his eyes full of accusation and betrayal. "Oh hello, Son!" she cheerfully chirrped, "get a load of these gams!" Robin didn't know what to make of the situation, so he began to warble the tune of Blue Moon, slowly and reluctantly piglet and his mother joined in, and together the crooned a lovely harmony as the sun went down, and tufts of hair floated on the breeze.
The end. Still to come: Pictures of Adriel and his new blanket.
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Sarahstottle posted @ 1:26 PM
Saturday, March 07, 2009
Saturday is a Special Day Lately, Kyle has been working every saturday, which kinda sucks. I mean, I like having more money, but it would be nice to have some relief, you know? By relief I mean someone to do this whole raising kids thing with. I'm not trying to complain, or say I don't like my role as mother, but it IS a non-stop job, and to top it all off, I didn't have a date night last night because Kyle had a Stake youth activity. So he was barely home before he was gone all evening.
Also, I woke up with Adriel today so that Kyle could sleep in. And I, of course, woke up with Sloan through the night, and now I feel like I'm getting sick. sigh.
In other news, for those of you who don't know, our house finally sold. Ann is moving into her own place in a week. A few days before girls weekend. It's nice for that to finally be done with. She's happy to be getting a different place, and a happier Ann means a happier Kyle. It'll be nice to put all of this behind us. I hope we can. I also hope that Ann is up for taking Adriel on that Friday, or else he'll be joining us for girls weekend, which I think no one dreads the thought of
more than me.
I don't really know what else to write about.
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Sarahstottle posted @ 7:53 AM
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
My Valentines Day Ok so a certain someone who randomly checks up on my blog, I think, particularly to see if I've been writing things about him, gave me a hard time for leaving out Valentines Day. It was a valid point, because he did some really nice things.
Ann saw to it that I was preoccupied with doing her hair. Then I was leaving Adriel with her overnight-which I love doing, does that make me a bad mom?-and going home to go out on our date with Kyle. I had suspicions because when I originally said to Ann that maybe I'd do her hair the night before, she said that would be ok, but I'd still have to come over for a little while the next day. I thought she had something up her sleeve, not Kyle. She's not good at containing surprises. So I came home and Kyle was trying to act nonchalant. I said "so are we going out?" Ann gave me the idea that he made plans, so I thought maybe he made a reservation somewhere. He was all "yeah, ok. Where do you want to go?" Then I thought maybe he didn't make plans afterall. He went into the kitchen. I followed him and it was dark except for candles lining the table. The table was all set with our fancy dinner ware and at my seat there was a red heart shaped box of chocolates and an evelope with the words Schaweetie on it. Inside was the most wonderful love letter. It was really really really nice. He writes exceptionally nice letters- that's how he kept me his whole mission, but it had been a really long time. And since we're more in love now than we were then, it was so much better. It said some very nice things that I really needed to hear. I cried, but hid it from him, and then he was disappointed because he thought I didn't cry.
Then we ate dinner, which he made. Ceasar salad to start, and a baguette with goat cheese spread and stuffed pasta shells as the main course. It was all really good. Oh and there was fancy sparkling cider stuff to drink. The whole thing was really sweet. Then we watched Nights in Rodanthe, a romance with Richard Gere and Diane Lane. You know it's a special occasion when Kyle rents a chick flick. He doesn't mind them, but usually I fill that need with Katie. It was good although it seems the author, who also wrote the notebook and message in a bottle, had a common theme for all his stories. Sloan was good and slept through dinner and then was awake for the movie, which is fine because he just hangs out, and then we all went to bed. Oh and I forgot, there was cheesecake with fruit on it for dessert, which was yummy. Kyle knows my taste well.
There you have it. That was my Valentines. Kyle and I don't always make a big deal about Valentines Day, but this year was special for some reason.
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Sarahstottle posted @ 8:51 AM
Monday, March 02, 2009
Here are some pics of my new little man-child. I am just so in love with him!!!
Michealah made him this hat.
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Sarahstottle posted @ 1:44 PM