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My brother Adam has been guilting me about it for over a year.

I had been a member about four years ago, but it was back in prehistoric times and wasn't that exciting when it only included a couple of moms from church. (no offense to you moms)

So, I got a rare e-mail from a high school friend Shelly. She just had her first baby.

I wanted to comment on cute little Carlos. No, I NEEDED to comment. He is adorable and this mom HAD to tell that mom.

The next thing I know, I am SUCKED in. I mean, like I have been at my computer for two days straight. It's a really good thing that I have a newborn to blame for my inproductivity! (Sorry honey...no dinner again...she's just been so fussy all day)

Besides getting a sweet message from my first kiss, (If you are reading, you made my hubby cringe with your sweetness) (And LG, you know, I only have eyes for you!) I found another awesome find today.

BreezyMama

It's a blog by two friends from High School. I loved this post by Chelsea about the Current Top 10 kids books. You all know how I love to read. And Where The Wild Things is my favorite of all time.

And on a sidenote. It's amazing how after almost 20 years, you can still share so much in common with classmates. Does this sentence from their "about" page not just sound like I could have written it:

"They love being a mom but have no problem admitting it’s hard."

O.k. I admit it.

I cried when I watched this with my kids on Saturday.

LG made fun of me during Sunday School yesterday

while he explained that just because one has emotion

it doesn't mean that they are feeling The Spirit.

I would like to make an argument that it could have been

The Spirit

and not just my well of tears that we call mother's emotion.

Galations 5:22-23

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith,
Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.

I was feeling love for Michael Jackson.

I was feeling joy in knowing that back in the day,

all those artists gave to the greater good.

I was feeling peace, thinking back on simpler times we called the 80's.

I was feeling longsuffering because let's face it, that diamond studded glove can really make one suffer in pain wondering what's the point.

I was feeling gentleness as I explained for the 20th time how amazing was the phenomenon of We Are The World.

How can one not feel faith at the lyrics:

"As God has shown us, by turning loaf to bread."

Especially when the voice singing is Willie Nelson?

And now I am tired and don't want to think too hard of meekness or temperance.

But, I am sure that I could come up with something.

If I knew that I was going to have to defend my tears

in Sunday School next week.

Consider this a warning for ratting me out LG.

Cheap Entertainment

Yep, us and our girls, we were all still partying last night.

There was none of this.

Or this.

Or this.

There was only this.

Thank you

Grandma and Grandpa Gold.

We love your music.

It's as if you saved the collection just for us.

Because you knew we wouldn't be able to

afford to go to Chuck E. Cheese.

Because those tokens are a whole lot more than $1.89!

This one was one of the night's favorites.

When the girls stopped dancing and started

dressing up like mom, the party suddenly came to a close.

I have no idea why.

I thought Abigail did a great job of imitating me.

Here she is taking pictures for the blog.

Bella was really the most accurate though.

I spend all my time in my robe and baseball cap.

We can't wait for Sunday.

Tomorrow night, I am pulling out the piano music of

"We Are The World".

And we will move on to a new decade.

The one owned by the late Michael Jackson.

He's an adjective.

He's doting

Me: "C'mon girls, help me come up with adjectives for dad."

Girls: "O.k."

Abigail says, "Ooo ooo, I got it. Ah man, the word is on the tip of my tongue."

Me: "What does the word describe?"

Abigail: "You know, stuffing your face with hotdogs."

Me: "Gluttonous"

Abigail: "What does gluttonous mean?"

Me: (referring to the dictionary)

"One who eats too much."

Abigail: "Yeah, that's the word."

I was thinking more along the lines of outdoorsy,

but I guess gluttonous will do.

(Thanks for all the campfires LG...

and the hotdogs)

Abigail: "Electronic - ee"


Sophia says "Happy"

Sophia says, "Sporty"

How about retired? (from coaching that is)

This man has seen enough pink soccer balls to last a lifetime.

Abigail says, "Seriously."

Bella: "Too much cents."

Or maybe she meant "too much sense."

Either works.

Abigail says, "Like father, like daughter."

(You have to understand that Bella is the chip connoisseur at our house)

Bella: "Love- ish"

Me: "You mean loving?"

Bella: "Yeah."

Metrosexual.

(The kids all look at me in awe because I just said the word sex)

Beachy?

Sophia agrees.

Engaged.

(The kids are losing interest in my game)

Interested.

Abigail wants to prove that she isn't losing interest.

She says that this should be

"O.k. Bella, o.k., I heard you the first time."

Abigail says, "Freakishly weird."

I was thinking more along the lines of

Cooperative.

He's the leader, but that's not an adjective.

How about trusted?

Tender.

Abigail says, "Focused."

Accurate.

Cuddly.

Picture perfect.

This one is for Cally because she said that Conan was perfect

and I don't want LG to be outdone.

I say sensitive.

Abigail says "Sensitive Four Eyes."

Abigail says, "French...or not."

"His name is French."

She must be listening.

How many times have I said it?

"His name is LeGrand, it's French, it means The Big."

Or the best interpretation: "The Big and the Mighty."

And lastly,

Completely unique, never to be duplicated, and certainly not cloned.

I love you LeGrand.

Words just don't do justice in telling how wonderful you are as a father.

Apparently, pictures don't do it either.

Sorry.

Next year I'll try to be as sweet as Cally.

This year it's just a good thing I finally finished this post after a week.

I love love love love LOVE you!

Happy Belated Father's Day.

Father's Day Reflection

Our Bishop mentioned this video to me yesterday

and I just happened to stumble upon it on Kristen's blog this morning.

It is so worth sharing.

How blessed I am to have three amazing fathers in my life, who are exactly like Bill.

Can you say...

...sleep apnea?

Like father, like daughter.

Introducing Caroline Grace

The song has been running through my mind for aproximately 3 hours straight.

Sweet Caroline.

Go ahead...add the duhn, duh, du...you know you want to.

Hello Grammy.

Where am I?

I'm hungry.

Still hungry.

Please mom, don't put me on the blog.

Fine then, here's a good one for you.

Hello Dad.

Hello Abigail.

Hello Bella.

Hello Sophia.

Hello Simba.

And hello to my favorite bad hair day ever.