wow - it's so great to have an eight-year old! just now jack gave luke a bath (including washing his hair, which we told him not to do) then he got him dressed. it took him about 10 minutes to get a t-shirt and shorts on the big squirmy guy and he didn't complain or whine about it! the other day we were in the drive-thru (man am i getting sick of that place) and charlie had to go to the bathroom. i asked jack to take charlie inside and it was so great! no more taking every single person in with me if only one has to go. he's not quite ready for babysitting, or going too far away from me, but it's so nice to have some help from a kid! thanks jack!
the tile is half-way grouted. and i'm so pleased with how it looks, i thought i'd show you!
it was a momentous day yesterday when jack lost 2 molars! he told me a few weeks ago that he had 2 loose teeth right next to each other and i got a little worried. we saw the dentist yesterday and he said there was nothing to worry about, so jack wiggled those suckers out.
in case you've been wondering about the kitchen, no it's not done. people keep asking me that, and it's a little like being asked if you've had the baby yet when you're close to nine months pregnant. annoying. (to clarify, the people asking aren't my blogging friends, just random people - and now that i'm rereading this, it sounds pretty accusatory. really, i'm the one who's frustrated that it's not done, and that's why it sounds mean, because i wish it were done already.)
anyway - i'm still tiling, which i started last tuesday. i'm close to being done, which i'm glad about. it was pretty stressful this weekend when dan was gone thursday night through sunday morning. everyone else is having barbecues for pioneer day and i'm hiring a babysitter so i can tile. fun. i think i'm going to wait to show you a picture because it will just look so much better when it's done. i'm excited - it's starting to look REALLY nice! and i cannot wait to make some real food in the new kitchen! (still a few more weeks i think). i'm SO sick of fast food/freezer food. and the grill isn't working. if i weren't so stressed out i probably would have gained 15 pounds by now. (this is your cue to pile on the encouraging words.)
the other day while in the car dan was calling everyone "cookie-head jenkins" (if you know what movie this is from you are a long lost sibling of dan's). the kids thought it was hilarious and were getting giggly. sam - sitting in the way back - says (laughing), "it just keeps getting funnier and funnier every time you say it!"
the other day after my grandma's funeral jack turns to dan and says, "dad, when you pass away i want to get guitar hero so i can play it and then i can give it to my kids." what a wonderful family heirloom.
we have several large-ish boxes from the cabinets (which we were planning to use to make a big castle or something, but don't have anyplace to make it) so the boys brought one upstairs the other day and had lots of fun with it. they jumped on it, they climbed into it, they threw it back and forth to each other, drew on it, poked holes in it, and when it was time to go to bed sam decided he should sleep in it. here's how we found him.
also - last night when i helped charlie to the bathroom (while he was asleep) i couldn't see his pillow or blankets or anything he slept with. jack told me (because he's a night owl and was still awake) that it was in a big box in one of the storage rooms. i didn't take a picture because i had to get crying charlie back in bed, but he had 3 or 4 blankets in it, his pillow, and 2 packs of pull-ups. everything you'd need for bed i guess.
also at the funeral was my uncle jamie playing the bagpipes. he played a song (not sure which one) while they brought the casket from the car to the burial site and then these 2 songs while the casket was lowered. i'm not sure what the first song is but the second is amazing grace twice.
my grandpa was scotish and my mom and aunts always did highland dancing growing up. i'm not sure if any of the other uncles learned how to play the bagpipes but this uncle actually went on his mission to scotland (after already learning to play bagpipes). my grandma and grandpa also went on a mission to scotland in the early 80s and that's where my grandpa died.
