Chuckles

Tuesdays can be kind of mundane. Bleh. Might I recommend a great pick-me-up?

Aaron found this on Twitter, and we have been yukking it up since then! I spent most of Friday night reading the blog and their past Twitter updates. The blogger plays the persona of a cynical toddler and how he views things that happen in his life. You're going to love it, I mean it!

Here are some classic tweets:

They've also got a hilarious blog!

Here's a link to my personal favorite: Birthday Party

If I can find as clever of a way to document my future children's lives, I'd be the coolest mom ever. Done.

Sweater Licking

I was asked to substitute to teach a children's class on Sunday. I had signed up to substitute a couple month's ago, but I hadn't been asked until Saturday. What age group was it, you ask? 4-year-olds.

I was so nervous to prepare a lesson for this age group. I don't usually have to teach children specific things like aspects of our church. It's usually more like, "Stop hitting your sister." "No, you can't bite my shoulder." "Yes, I am your favorite aunt in the whole world."

When I walked into the chaos of Junior Primary, the  Primary President approached me and said, "Is your husband here to help you substitute today?" I casually said, "No. Should he be?" She just sighed a little and said, "Good luck."

You'd think I was watching over little monsters and not cute little kiddies!

I sat down on a teensy little chair and was feeling pretty out of place until Alanee came over, a girl I had not met until that day, and said sweetly, "Can I sit on your lap?" My heart melted all over the floor.

I spent the first hour of Junior Primary convincing the kids to sit down and pretend like they were paying attention. At one point, a little girl sat down next to me, started to lick my sweater, and then said, "I want my old teacher back."

Needless to say, things went really smoothly. I made it through my own lesson with the help of two other volunteers and only had to take care of one screaming child. We'll just pretend she wasn't screaming because I wasn't her favorite teacher. I think I'll count this one as a success.

Cheaper by the Dozen

After two and a half weeks of anticipation, I was finally able to meet my newest nephew, the newest son of Andy and Julie! He makes number 12. The oldest, Brennen Longman, is 14 and Henry Bowen Adamson was born just two weeks ago.

He is about as charming as you can get.

It's a unique experience holding a new nephew. Some people tend to get sentimental when their kids or siblings graduate, get married, or embark on some new experience when they're older. Not me. I get sentimental in the first moment I hold him/her. They're just so tiny! They're innocent, helpless, and all-loving. I start thinking about what their life might entail. What will they be like in high school? Will they be a jock or a geek? Funny or quiet?

Of course, I can never tell in that first moment. Henry looked up at me with big eyes and I realized that I will be almost 40 years old when he graduates high school. The age gap between me and my nephews and nieces is widening and I'm starting to feel more like an aunt instead of a cousin or playmate.

Henry Adamson. I know we've known each other before, but it was an utter delight to remake your acquaintance! Here's to a lifetime of loving you!