Last week the Sister Missionaries started the discussions to Amanda and Jadon's friend, Shelbi Post. They had dinner with us, too. We asked the sisters where they were from and Sis. Goolsby responded, "Phoenix." Britton said, "My brother served his mission there." I quickly said, "No, that was Philadelphia." "Oh, yeah!" Said Britt. "I knew it was one of those 'F sounds.'" We all started to laugh, and I reminded him, "Or, 'PH!'"
Kameron has been helping me make salsa on occasion. He is getting really good at it. He does the blended salsa which has green onions in it. I usually do the pico with the diced tomatoes and onions. The other day while he was chopping green onions, his eyes began watering and he said, "Mom! Are you cutting onions?" "No, honey! You are!!" It was pretty funny!
On the way to Britton's ball game yesterday, he was whinning and complaining to Paul about having to go play football because he wanted to go to Swiss Days because it was his favorite holiday.
Then on the way home, after he had that really great game, he said to Paul. "Dad, every time I whine a lot, I have a really good game. You better get yourself a big pair of earmuffs because I am going to be doing a lot of whinning."
Kam was complaining about choir and choir practice the other day (surprise!) Evidently he was upset because his teacher said something to him, so he told me that he 1. Wasn't going to sing at Swiss Days, and 2. That he was only going to lip sync. I wish I would have had my camera so you could have seen his grumpy face.
Just a reminder here that several times a week, I am reminded by my boys that I am ruining their life and torturing them by making them: take piano, have to go to football practice, going to choir practice, having to clean, never getting to play, blah, blah, blah. Yes, it's true! My goal as a mother is to ruin their life and torture them. It is good that I have finally come to grips with my true role in life and realized what my work is all about. =) I am at peace with my role now because I see potential and know they really can grow up and be grateful. Look at the first few. This is where you begin singing, "I will survive!"
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